((*the Circle lauds you. be welcome*))


Sometimes the only way out is through.


Dead - and slayed in my name.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


Sorry, I need to do this on my own.


The tale goes untold - a miscarriage of justice.


Nature cares little for nobility - it is pure artifice - but I can still hold some respect for Wyll's accomplishment. He shall be a fine Duke, I am sure.


I can throw in a few more choice insults if you insist, but I'd rather you just left.


Thank the gods that's over.<br>


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


We must go to the <i>ch'r'ai.</i> He will summon Vlaakith - she must know of this... this apostate.


All the more reason to stop this senseless destruction.


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


A puzzle for the mind, I'd solve quite comfortably. Unfortunately, this is a struggle for the heart.


'My gentle Lorin. He wished to know what was to come.'


I am a man of my word. I had <i>every</i> intention.


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


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


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


The deep gnomes at the Towers, of course! And Wulbren among them, if he's to be found.


Ketheric Thorm is no more. And may he stay dead, this time.


That might be worth a look.


Would you? I would give anything to see Halsin return home.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Hells. Torchlight won't last long here.


Some spiritual materials, though not much within reach of your purse, I fear.


Indeed. After we dealt with the drow that ambushed us, Nettie and I were able to inspect the corpse - and the creature that slithered out of it.


Those are spots you idiot.


NO! No, don't let her! I won't let her grab me - I'll stab her! I will!


Gods, this is the last thing I need.


Dying


<i>You. </i>I'll cut your limbs off and feed them to the gnolls, you disgusting little TRAITOR.


You - devil! Stay back!


Better take a look.


Marcus...


Oh. I saw a key earlier with those same markings.<br>


Not quite the outcome we were expecting, is it?<br>


Impressive armour. Drow handiwork?


He is different - stronger, fire in his eyes.  Maybe he could take Cazador's place. Maybe he could free us.


But I... don't know... how to... play... an instrument...


We should leave that thing and just get out of here while we can.<br>


Time to go.


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


You've gone and done it now.


Are you looking to get stomped flat by a Steel Watcher?


When I first met you, saving yourself from ceremorphosis was your greatest wish... yet now you have stepped closer to embracing it.


She did not have the strength to be good. She was another like father - lacking in moral fibre.


Thank you.


May I?


Gobs don't get hangovers, mister. Just big greasy poundin' headaches.


The ring's been engraved. But I don't know this language.


Why must you busybodies <i>insist</i> on interrupting a perfectly good night of...


<i>Won't I?</i>


A light touch pays off.


But you've been investigating too, if I'm not mistaken? You're trying to stop your own kind?


A zombie hiding a jar granting immortality. The life's work of an unstable mind.


Attack<br>var 2


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


The Inquisitor awaits. At last, someone competent.


Someone hold Boo! He does not enjoy the bumpings to come.


Dying Burning


No... but she'll turn up at some point. That's just how Mol is.


Today: 'Murder at Lathander's Feet! Head Priest Killed!' Investigator Valeria is on the case!


I suppose we'll need to find somewhere higher up.


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


What is this...? This place makes me feel sad. Melancholy.


It's not what it looks like. I promise.


I'm sorry, Kerri. I had no idea. But I - I was truly not to blame?


And he promises that once he has ascended, he will give us our freedom.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


*An assailing mist dampens your face - stale beer, garlic, and whatever else lurks in Tut's stomach.*


A scout just reported - the goblins' leadership has been decimated. We might escape this place yet.


Careful. If we lose the Netherstones, we lose everything.


What was that? I feel strange... <i>clear</i>.


No.


Good? Strong!


The shadows around the Mausoleum are deep and hungry - you will need a Moonlantern to survive them.


Although I'd love to watch you struggle to open the safe without it, this key should help. You've laboured enough, pet.


You're not mates with the tiefs, are you? You need to get back to your own people before you go soft.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


I can <i>feel </i>the intestines delicately parting for my prying fingers, the supple kidneys greeting my inquisitive claws... I think this is my work from months past.


That might be the simplest approach. Unfortunately, not everyone sees things that way.


Now help my friend.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Wallowing in filth is for pigs and children, my dear.


I gave them the release they asked for, freed myself from Shar's grasp, just as they wished for... but there's moments where I think I'd trade that to be able to see them again, talk to them again.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Blood near the bed.<br>


<i>I can feel the brain. Limitless rage, limitless hunger.</i>


First Stelmane, and now Gortash! If the higher-ups aren't safe, what hope do we have?


Nothing better than Nashkel iron.


That <i>thing</i> came from below. We need to find out where it took Ketheric.


I can't believe it. Is that truly you, Shadowheart? I thought you'd be the very first to die on the Mother Superior's mission - not the only one to return.


That did the trick.<br>


You should talk to Gauntlet Dain. She's in charge.


The bird knows. She needs to know. You do not.


This must be where they infect and transform those they kidnap.


He would have to give everything: his body and soul entire. He did not hesitate. Not for a moment.


No invitation. No permission. Not expected.


Vae victis!<br>v2


I don't know. I can't help but feel that something's... <i>especially </i>wrong. I mustn't let my imagination run away with me, though.<i></i>


Then again, he wasn't the worst. Handy in a fight, if nothing else. As long as you didn't turn your back on him.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Halsin? Halsin!<br>


A <i>ghaik</i> gone astray is no less dangerous for it - and its head no less valuable.


The druids, dead - a damn shame to see.


Damn, that burns.


Seems I can understand illithid script. Thank you, tadpole.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Here we go again.


Have you even bothered looking for her?


The kind that leaves half your crew dead.


R-right away sir, yes sir.


My gentle boy? A thief? I wouldn't have dared think of it before, but... maybe the Guild isn't a bad place to look.


I'm not sure this is a good idea.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.<br>


<i>When I return to the surface, I will alert my colleagues at the Society. Find me there, and I will offer you what aid I can against this evil.</i>


Wooooooow. That was so much better than I'll ever be.


Course, I reckon the myconids are doing the same thing. You've seen how they put the dead to work.


Ain't leavin' town for a good while after this.


Pockets a little empty? Worry not - I'm sure we'll find something in your budget.


My life's bleeding away. This curse, it's - it's too much.


Effort v4


All three! Follow me, brothers - we will find our due among the Spider Queen's dedicants. We deserve as much!


A dictionary, by how the pages are laid out. But what's this language?


Bone. Nice.


So that mirror I saw can steal peoples' memories. Including mine...


You still hanging around?


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


By Balduran's bones! Is that our fate?


<i>Ungh</i>. My head is pounding...


Bend your head for the sword.


No! That mushroom was... important!


Death alone was not suffering enough for thine Urge. Thou shouldst fear thyself.


Better to act swiftly than stand around and wonder.


More of those creatures. Not sure why they're attacking out in the open like this.


Snuffed out in an instant, but to whose satisfaction? They will never feed and never be hunted. And never have a chance to hew their own paths.


I shall see it open.


Then perhaps you are right to keep it from me. I may not know what I am, but I know what I want.


I know the allure magic artefacts hold. I understand their value and their power. All this to say: I understand the sacrifice I ask of you.


*Mad guilt swills in your swooning, sick body. Today you became the tart of a false God, and your evil pride revolts.*


You can tell Nine-Fingers - this was not my fault. She swore that mimic could swallow a bloody owlbear.


Drop your weapons!


'Nightsong' - not exactly a name I'd associate with the Absolute.


If Melodia could see all I've done, she'd know... she'd know her husband died long ago, with Isobel.


Why did Mol let you in, anyway?


<i>We serve her still, and so do you.</i>


Ugh. Looks like a necromantic ritual of some kind. One long abandoned, judging by the smell.


Your master speaks.


Voco nubes!


Exactly as we have always done - tend this grove. Nothing has changed.


How dare this beast sully the safety of Grey Harbour!


Recovered


But y-ou cared to ask. No others ever did. Th-ank you.


As you wish.


Well then. Head on back. I'm sure your cold bedroll is missing you terribly.


M-may Ilmater guide your footfall, stranger.<br>


I don't want a crumb left on that plate, girl.


Bye-bye, lovelies! Oh, and enjoy my well water. Hah!


Pardon?


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Don't bleed out on me.


We're preparing for an invasion. You think we have time to go after petty thieves?


Cheers to you, soldier. And to me, if I do say so myself.


... Zhentarim hideout... sweaty and stinking... just like them...


I shouldn't have said that. I gotta go!


Victory<br>


Voco potentia!<br>v2


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


Something to be discovered?


Can't you just heal yourself?


Anyone want to join her?


Non compos mentis!


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


Fighting is futile - the darkness awaits you.


Well that's dealt with. But she wasn't the one pulling the strings here.


Infernal, no doubt about it. This 'curio shop' isn't what it appears to be.


Must be a distillery.


I'm sure you're good for it. Just leave the gold on my corpse.


Should step in before it gets worse.


*You don't sense much unfulfilled potential, but one thing is certain: this crew won't hesitate to sink their fangs into your belly if their duergar master gives the word.*


*Sob.*


You must kill again. Twice. Choose from our list of most unholy sacrifices.


Much better. That human skin is fierce <i>restrictive</i>.


If you see him, don't tell him I was here. Just tell him I, erm, I wasn't ready to be in a relationship. I'm sure he'll understand.


A passphrase, 'Sicarius', and a location... We should find this 'Candulhallow' place.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Oh, Shadowheart. You may not remember what you've done. But I do.


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


Falling


A handy little trick.


I don't like this. If something's capable of destroying even a Steel Watcher, what hope do the Fists have of protecting us?


It's the only solution. Trust me. I'll catch up to you.


*The creatures clutch the pouch possessively. You have no doubt: a spider egg is nestled within.*


Laughter


Where are my smelling salts?


You are <i>infected?</i>


And in the end she died for <i>nothing. </i>By your hand. The whole debacle caused naught but Bhaal's ire.


She's incredible. You did the right thing.


I'm afraid it remains mine. But there is still time yet. Just remember what I ask - it's a small price, for what I hope I bring to our company.


LOUT!


I've collected some... interesting bits 'n bobs over the years.


Hope he'll find the truth, now. And peace.


The master's ascension is a solemn, beautiful event. It does not require 'entertainment'.


Oh. You're still here. Um, excuse me again. Sorry.


Vile. I prefer putting people into graves than digging them out again.<br>


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


Just a little prick and it's all over. Close your eyes.


Caeco te!<br>v2


Could mean anything.


'We'? I heard what happened to your Harpers, Jaheira. I'm sorry - but this fight's too big for you alone.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Attack Critical<br>


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. The four pillars of power. Not an eldritch blast to be found.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Just 'til you find mum and pops. I won't be any trouble, I swear it!


*Even with your keen eyesight, the hole below you soon plummets into an abyss of impossible darkness.*


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


I've seen markings like this before. But I can't quite place where.


Incende!


More than just lip service.


Should steel myself first.


About damned time!


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


I bet we can work out how to open it.


Falling


Make it quick. You're disrupting the harmony of this holy place.


*The disc is similar to one you found before - and similarly baffling.*


No! He's <i>ours</i>.


Poor lad would have been harpy feed if it wasn't for us.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


You may enjoy the freedom of our manor house, so long as you behave in a way befitting nobility.


That's it - I won't take more of your time this lovely evening. Rest well.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Don't know what's being said... but I think I can read this. Almost.


I can't die here... not now...


Are those pickled trotters ready yet?


But - Wulbren - <i>the runepowder</i>. We need to discuss what you're going to -


COME, MORTALS, AND TRY YOUR LUCK.


*Now that you no longer live in each other's minds, it's hard to tell if the mind flayer is being sincere.*


Until she tells me that herself, I'm gonna hang onto it. Thanks.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


I have to face him or I'll never be free.


*You feel the hunger and desire of countless souls, bound to the pillar, unable to escape.*


Where to next?


<i>Your world's air... I never imagined missing its feeling on my skin. Curious.</i>


Up and at 'em.


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


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. Does Jaheira know about this?<br>


*For a brief moment, the lines on her face seem deeper. The great Jaheira looks like nothing so much as an old, worn woman.*


I told you that I was a magistrate in Baldur's Gate, but that's only part of it.


Stop! Inhale through the nose. Hold! Exhale slowly through the mouth.


I can't tell if this is a temple or a library.


I'm sure her parents meant well, but the name's a little ominous isn't it?


My Lord made his choice - I abided by his words.


Master. Gone. Gonegonegone.


No hesitation.


The villain is DEAD!


Better finish the fight first.


Well, I'm... That's all very sad, b-but I still don't see how -


If I must.


Locked.


Keeping my head down.


Video veritatem!


This should help.


Dying Panic Fall


Poor bloke. Wouldn't have minded drinking with him in another life.


The psionic detector's been activated. There must be gith hostiles nearby.


Goodness <i>me</i>, there's a lot to organise.


I know. I should be packing up, but I <i>need </i>to finish this song. It's... it's important.


You'll need to make room if you want to partner up, though.


The brain must be close...


Oh, but do enjoy yourself this night. I intend to, myself.


A little shake just to see what's inside.


*The fires of Avernus roar within you. You are twisting, changing, shrinking. Your soul is forfeit to the Hells.*


On my way.


He's having words with Kagha. Reckon you don't want to miss that, but come find us after.


What the - oh... g-greetings, True Soul.


Head full of red. No want chop. Make it stop. Make <i>me </i>stop.


Don't you lie to me, boy. I know you have it.


Really. Like what?


Please, you're covered in gore. I know you did it - I just want to know why.


This fortress was a seat of the High Heralds, I believe. Long gone from here, of course.


*There is no chamber pot down here, but the guards are more than willing to escort your corpse to the harbour.*


Goodnight and... thank you for letting me stay.


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


Run? Did you say run? GREAT IDEA! <i>Runrunrunrunrun...</i>


I don't... want to...


What-cha... this woman's some <i>booyahg</i>! She's tryna magick me!


Siccut cattus!


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


A religion. Or a cult. All influenced by their Absolute.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


By the hells, what <i>is </i>that?


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


Damn. It can't have been easy for Lae'zel to stand up to Vlaakith like that. But there's nothing that woman can't do.


Just for you.


*Pincers pierce your flesh, and pain shoots up your arm and across your back.*


You are right... but I cannot deny what my heart tells me.


You did? How did he... how did he seem?


<i>Yesss -</i> do you smell it? Orin's blood... such a heady perfume.


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


You <i>did</i> say he was your hero, Astele. Maybe you'll learn something.


I have not come so far by being so foolish. The city has weathered crises before, and the Guild coffers along with it. Try someone else.


Voco flagella!


What - come to kill me yourself? You might as well.


I can't change the past - and I'm not even sure I would if I could. Look what you've become: An impressive power in your own right.


Closed Mouth Effort


Want more? Want less? Wanna sell? Wanna buy? You know where I am. Byeeeeeeee!


Ugh, that reeks.


Oh no, this is Shadowheart's business. I'll let her do the talking once she's free.


Are you from another crèche? Do you know Vlaakith?


Raphael can stop it - he wants to - and he knows how. You're the key. You always have been.


That was a little too close for comfort.


I... I suppose I'd rather not die over it. But you still owe me the gold.


And while I'm on the topic... I'd like to settle into my new home.


In any case, don't blame yourself. Mystra can be a fickle mistress. As I'm sure you're aware.


<i>Now is the chance. Eliminate the Netherbrain - and let the Sword Coast be free.</i>


If I must.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


'Trying' isn't an explanation. Why are the gyronetics incomplete?


Rest easy, I've got you.


The sooner we find this 'Priestess Gut', the better. I can't wait to get rid of this thing in my head.


I hope you have means - these Zhent have seen my work. They won't let me go cheaply.


*Here likes Bargus Freely. He should've lookt before he leapt.*


I regret this already.


The thorn? Coated in a fatal toxin. It was a last resort, in case I couldn't trust you.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


She is only using you. Don't you know that?


He'll walk in the sun, he'll be free of the hunger, he'll wield power no vampire has ever possessed.


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


...Look, you've been straight with me, so I'll be straight with you. You're dangerous. If you transform here, we're all dead.


Yes, she's alive. But at what cost?


That's it. Ignore the pain. Think of the tadpole. Think of it <i>purged</i>.


*You feel a gentle tingling on your skin - a faint prickle that starts to spread across any exposed flesh.*


Enjoy, crack-cheese!


You look well. Are you ready to pursue our enemies?


Let the Emperor have his tantrum. If Orpheus stands with us, we can rid ourselves of the illithid.


I - I understand. All the more fool am I for pressing my fortunes.


A beautiful night, don't you think? Nothing like a brush with destruction to make one appreciate the majesty of the celestial canvas.


-child---      -enemy--
             --of-      ----hunter-
                         -GITH--      ----SLAYER-


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


I deserve better. I deserve more. I deserve to live. I. Deserve. To. <i>LIVE.</i>


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


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


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


But it isn't a sacrifice. Not to me. I... I'm dying. This thing in my chest is burning me through.


<i>Helak'shmin... </i>


It is difficult to charge from down here.


<i>It's the last thing of mum's I have... it's worth everything to me.</i>


Thankfully, your life is not yours to squander. You belong to me, boy. And you will fulfil your purpose.


I've got something special for you.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


Dad went a few years later. He was on an errand for work, travelling the Risen Road. His cart overturned and caught him just so.


Expect half these blades will break the first time they strike a goblin skull. I've had to make do with what I could scavenge.


Learn this, and you may yet strive for such heightened deaths as mine.


We cannot face the brain - not without all three stones.


All for the taking.


Curious setup. Think I'll keep my distance.


Queen's blessing upon you.


Yuck.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


By Mystra, what are these accursed flowers? I can feel my magic ebbing away.


<i>Begone.</i> The time has passed.


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Maybe. But I'm not so keen to perform solo. A duet's always been more my style. Which is to say -


Oh. But why didn't they come in to see me?


What he can do with that kind of coin... doesn't bear thinking about.


Something's off. Pure shadow - around me, inside me.


Yay!


To think how vibrant this place must have once been. Children playing, merchants hawking. Real people living real lives.


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


<i>Fill master's coffers. Do all that he bids. No more, no less.</i>


We're near. I can feel it.


Effort v9


*The flask is cold and heavy in your hand.*


May I.


None. Her mother has no idea of what she's up against. Poor woman thinks the Fist will be able to help her.


We need all three stones before we can face the brain.


The people here required a reassuring hand to navigate such waters, and so I offered mine.


I've lashed out at you, drunkenly and otherwise, and you helped anyway.


As you say, Olodan.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


Loud enough to wake the dead, and shrill enough to shatter a golden goblet.


*Fur tickles your bare nethers as the two drow scream in terror and delight.*


*Burp.* Oops. Just indigestion. Haha.


*You note the ale on his breath. Few duergar partake: alcohol can awaken racial memories of your illithid bondage.*


Attack<br>var 4


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Silentium!


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


Are we quite sure she hasn't actually died this time, brother? She <i>looks</i> dead.


I made my promise. I will not fail my queen on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


*The injured man locks eyes with you. The parasite writhes in your head.*


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


I have spent my life fighting your father in whatever form he chose to take. By rights, I should cut you down here.


I wonder if the nurses will ever visit again. Their shift has lasted so long.


Death is for <i>other </i>people.


An honest thief? City still finds ways to surprise after all these years...


You will wipe away all opposition, Majesty. Nothing can stand in the way of Your glory.


Most of our kin find such work rather tedious. I wonder - what makes you so curious?


No! Just... just keep away, all right? I'll go my way, you go yours. Please.


<i>It will trigger ceremorphosis to completion.</i>


Stand your ground.


Poor creature - locked in a cage, denied her true nature. Civilisation would call her a monstrosity, yet it treats her like <i>this...?</i>


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


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


Think you can take me on?


Tonitrus!


Indeed you could. We're all doing surprisingly well, given the circumstances.


By Balduran's blade, I need to get out!


The vampire asked to speak to me alone. Accused me of being a threat to your wellbeing, if you can believe it.


Don't let this happen again.


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


The battle, the escape after... I might need to lick my wounds a while, before I can be of use to you.


I... haven't that much on me, I'm afraid. But I'll tell you what: you find Wulbren, and I'll return with exactly that sum.


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


A tidy slot, but no rune.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


<i>Ghaik </i>parasites thrive in this secretion. Disgusting.


I'll get you out of there.


Indeed? Not the most opportune moment, but given the lengths you went to, I assume there's some urgency.


This stuff's seen better days...


She <i>was </i>very clear that we shouldn't open it... but what if we did, though?


Every house has an entrance, istik - even those in the Hells. You must find it.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


We lifted all sorts from that inn afore we burned it.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Aren't you tired of bowing and praying before authority figures?


*You remember the shattered windows of Elturel's High Cathedral, the burning black sky of Avernus beyond.*


Caedo!


Ought you? The Dark Justiciars all failed - and made the most <i>interesting</i> noises as they died. Some even called out to other gods for help...


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


I don't have to <i>count</i>. I just have to hit 'em.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


Obedi me!


I know. But we'll always remember her, won't we?


It needs to draw power from a host. How very illithid.


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


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Tools! All shapes, all sizes, all prices!


<i>We are going to the helm! My friend wants us to go to the helm!</i>


Harpering is not all heroics.


That must have hurt.


Need I remind everyone that you're the one drenched in gore?


Ferio!


No way we're letting these bastards take those gnomes. Right?


Can't take long.


<i>City Watch! Make Baldur's Gate proud.</i>


Together as one.


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Well, that's not working. Maybe the 'on' switch is somewhere else.


Make those bastards pay.


Boo will lend a little of his brilliance.


Talk. Why in the hells would a cultist turn on their kind?


Frange!


It was easier to stare at the celestial abyss than recognise the emptiness within myself. Easier to pretend my destiny lay among such stars, than work to salvage a life on solid ground. You changed all that.


You're lying. You're protecting it. I knew it - the parasite's influence has grown. It has changed her, changed <i>you</i>.


So, this is how the Sharrans prepared to go after the Prism - interrogation and torture.


Enough - my creations have nothing to say to you.


I thought they were demons of some sort - not <i>githyanki</i>.


Breathe deep, and move.


Perplexed. This was a surprise, and Cazador's surprises are never good.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Don't be ridiculous - if I give you the schematics, how in all of Toril am I supposed to make the damn thing?


The rest of our crew's half-digested, and you're still alive. That's lucky.


Glad you're all right. Get some rest, and may only the sweetest spirits haunt your dreams.


Varrl... hatchling...


Snore
zzZzz


I barely remember the grove... I was not myself. But my only regret is that I exerted myself in the name of a false god.


This place reminds me of a magpie's nest. Random baubles, doodahs, and what-have-yous, all jumbled together without a care.


Indubitably.


*Philgrave's Mansion.*


Hmph.


To findin' those looters and crushin' 'em!


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


I need you strong, my love.


Maybe. But if you ever find yourself down on your luck, I hope you'll receive the same kindness I'm asking for now.


Invoco te!


If my ancestors were here, they would eat you alive - literally.


You held my success in your hands only to stomp on it, and report it to me with <i>glee? </i>I will not be mocked!


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


First I need answers.


Quite the feat of magical engineering. Sorcerous Sundries likes to keep its secrets well hidden.


Ah. That... does not sound encouraging.


It is magic  from another time and another place. It is something that is beyond me, yet inside me.


Shadow Druids at work - and this Kagha is their newest recruit.


Try to be more careful, darling.


No - no, I made a vow the day I married him. And I'm not going back on it just because things are hard.


That's what the <i>fire's</i> for, innit?


Keep it coming. Give me all you've got!


They watched, as we moulded you. They watched. They wept. They bled - often at your hand. It may not be a happy reunion, but it will be a memorable one.


I hope your goddess appreciates the blood you have shed for her, Shadowheart.


And what is a 'mlar', exactly?


Holy shit, they're <i>real</i>. Torn from a war devil's skull.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Fine. If you won't stop trying to help them, I'll have to stop you both.


Defying Mystra, declaring that you'll rule the Karsite Weave - Gale my boy, I didn't know you had it in you.


That pod - is that Mizora inside?


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Pft, they're like kobolds - you let one in and soon the place will be <i>crawling </i>with them!


<i>Tieflings, </i>you mean.


Fine. Take it all, and keep your trap shut.


Give yourself to me, and I will tell you what you wish to know.


Effort v8


Neither. The fox, rather, hiding in a word: a silent observer - about to break the silence.


The Hells require order to function. It is what separates us from mortals and demons.


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


The poor dog is still weary. I must give him a chance to recover.<br>


You think there's a <i>better</i> way? Such sickening naivety, but I will cure you of it.


Gortash controls the population with words as well as steel. Most cunning.


Everything Ketheric has touched for a hundred years has died - quickly, by violence, or slowly, by decay.


Not enough caning for my tastes, but you got the job done.


He's looking at me, I'm sure of it.


Pay no mind to the those. You're probably safe so long as I am here.


No bleeding out on my watch.


Feel that? Necromantic energy.


Bloody greyskin!


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


You look all tough, but you're still in here, hiding with us children.


A curious flask - the sort of thing that might tickle Gale.


If only you had come to this place in more peaceful times. You'd have been a welcome addition.<br>


Funny how these things go.


As expected. Coercion by the book.


Dry skin, clear eyes, stolid bearing. You do not suffer - you <i>flourish.</i>


A waste of space and resources. Gith triage methods obviate the need for such crude facilities.


*Chionthar Mountain Pass - East. Reithwin and Moonrise Towers - West.*


Lightbringer Gortash could use more people like you in service of him - you're welcome here.


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


So be it.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.<br>


You are well studied in Lady Orin's ways, I see.


*You were taught that she would reward her most vicious adepts with ascension - an invitation to the imperial city of Tu'narath.*


Ah, stranger. Forgive the aroma.


Where the 'ell do you get yours? From an <i>inn</i>, numpty.


This view's almost worth the walk.


That was <i>so</i> loud.


But you'll steal them? An interesting way to show your devotion.


Come back soon. Fresh catch every day, guaranteed.


<i>Unfortunately, I strayed too close. I was captured and transported to the prison in which you found me.</i>


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Oh, thank the stars. When they disappeared into the darkness, my heart just about stopped.


This jar... it feels like death itself. A sure sign of necromancy at work.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


For as long as I'm able. Even Selûne's light can't hold back the dark forever.


Don't give me trouble now.<br>


<i>Orpheus gha'g shkath zai!</i>


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


In return for... my baby.


You've made a grave mistake.


<i>They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!</i>


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Gale has a proud streak - do you truly think he'd want to share? Try wooing you while I lurked in the corner waiting my turn? No. That's not him.


What fools these mortals be.


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


Ravengard? He's <i>here?</i>


Raphael is no more. I shall not shed any tears.


Yes.


Told yeh gnomes have no spine.


Quickly.


Nice and quiet, now...


Let's see what this does.


I asked the hag to help me see what the future would hold. Got what I wished for, too.


Voco glacies!


The heir's psionic cry shook the planes and marked his locus. I will avenge him!


Dying Burning<br>v4


Temperature and humidity are optimal.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I never made peace with my life in Avernus. Ten years, and I never accepted that <i>that </i>was what my life would be.


Effort v2


They died because of her - and to this day her victims lie unavenged.


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


You can't believe that. You can't be that stupid.


Sssh, she's getting to the good part!


Pity we had to kill him. He seemed more lonely than cruel.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


You should be more careful.


My strength is yours.


Ha-cha-cha, I bet that gem fits on the altar from before.<br>


Heave ho!


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


Dying Burning<br>v6


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


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


Then we are wasting one another's time.


Dying Burning<br>v5


*Your mind turns to the turbulent future. Does happiness lurk in the remote corners of the Coast? Does it lurk anywhere at all for a man stuck in the skin of a monster?*


<i>We are more alike than you would like to acknowledge. I am merely further along in my evolution than you. </i>


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Better not be cursed.


Effort


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


It's always a pleasure to see you sauntering over.


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


All right, but we're keeping our eyes on you.


Must be what that kid was talking about.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


You're not dying, Wulbren - not for a <i>long</i>, long time.


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


Te video!


Even injured, a <i>ghaik</i> can kill. Proceed with caution.


I've admired Lorroakan for <i>years.</i> Never dreamed he'd answer my letter.


Don't want to draw any attention.


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


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality.


The machine - it's going to blow!


Damn, Shadowheart. I admit I'm impressed you beat a githyanki warrior, but I wish it didn't come to this.


I knew it. Damn druids. Get ready!


What... what was that?


Should get started.


Ito - report to the manip and send for reinforcements. We must find the Duke.


*The fate of the grove's inhabitants hangs in the balance.*


I saw her... The devil who... who took my son...


Prove your strategic wits.


Yes.


I didn't think anyone could beat the Vampire Ascendant. I've never been happier to be wrong.


Refreshingly pragmatic of you. I sense Shar has offered some amount of protection to you already, but... well, no harm in extra precaution - even from a Selûnite.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Swift and lethal.


Corpora sana!


Vast world out there.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


THEN AKABI PITIES YOU. BEGONE, MISERABLE ONE.


Um... Er... He - hello? Does - does anyone want to b-buy a gazette?


*Wyll's courage and enthusiasm warms the air. With him at your side, the road ahead doesn't look so insurmountable.*


The bark is in place. Now what?


There is no deal with a devil that I would willingly partake in. Declining Raphael showed great wisdom.


Morere!


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


'The Legend of Ansur.' An epic poem, from the looks of it.


Drowcraft armour. No magic left, though - sun's too bright.


A military fortress, perhaps. An odd sight in these dim caverns.


In his name, I razed villages, put thousands to the sword. I believed our greater purpose required such brutality, such sacrifice.


Thou art saucy as gruel.


The voice is gone, but I still hear its echoes - reflections of reflections.


Oh gods, the whole building is collapsing...


Myrkul's holy symbol. He must have had a follower come to this place.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


I've never seen anything like it.


But a brave, kind, benevolent soul set me free. Gallantry isn't dead after all.


But this, I pledge: to honour Voss through my dedication to our shared cause - Orpheus' freedom, and Vlaakith's destruction.


*Your words are suitably persuasive - this time.*


Never before could they pause ceremorphosis. Never before could they let the infection spread undetected.


Did you enjoy the show? It was but an opening act, blood brother.


More of the same.


Bloodied armour - wonder why.


What is this place? The extent of the corruption here is... almost impressive. I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


Don't be scared, Kled - find the doll.


I'll tell you for free, I've never seen anything like this in all my career as a festival worker.


I've seen hungry folk try and eat copies of the Gazette before - wouldn't recommend it.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Father Tree, forgive me.


You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.


Obedi me!<br>v3


More of those wretched things.


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


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


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


You yearn for a better class of company, Astarion?


Taking my time in the shadows.<br>


The old crone is watching me like a drunk eyes her bottle. I'll never ditch her at this rate.


Nice reading about something positive for once.


Everything. Everyone. Dead. DEAD.


OW! Goddamn!<br>


Begone. You'll only help this grove by leaving it to us.


Not this instant, so should you wish for anything from my staff - be quick.


I hope dad remembers the address...


Well? Will you take the egg or not?


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


But there are still... <i>certain</i> matters... that I am not paid to handle. That is all I will say on the matter.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


I would, but you have a lot of hangers-on already. Thin your numbers, then we can talk.


This must be activated elsewhere.


I'm sorry, True Soul. I... only repeated what I thought I knew.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


Nothing but dirt.


Very well.


Hope we're not leaving. I wouldn't care to leave.


They're letting dwarves in, now? You should be with the slaves, diggin'.


Blink and you'll miss me.


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


Dying Burning<br>v4


<i>Argh. </i>Away. Or eats you. <i>Bleeds </i>you.


But the others...


That sounds less than promising...


<i>HEAT BR-BR-BREACH // CLOSING D-D-DOORS</i>


Both. They marked you before our eyes. They said it would discipline you for straying, while extending our torment also.


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


<i>Ohoho</i>. Let's get to it and see what shakes loose, pretty.


*You've been seen picking a lock. The guards are being summoned.*


You sure? This lot have been through enough without your ignorance.


Perhaps it is our unexpected audience that makes you quiver.


I'm sure things will sort themselves out on the road.


<i>Don't you have enough to worry about? Go to sleep for fuck's sake.</i>


*Wyll's mind links with yours. He learns of Mizora's meddling - and Eltan's defeat.*


That did <i>something</i>, all right. Just not sure what.


Have a ponder on what your prize shall be then. I'm still a touch winded from it all...<br>


Well, that didn't work. What's missing?


Dodge
v2


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Praise Her <i>works</i> - committed by the hands of Her faithful. Observe:


Avernus was never my home. It was my prison. I'm free now. AND I'M NEVER GOING BACK.


And he is not alone. Two armchairs hath his library now - one for him, one for his loving wife.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


That's because most people are afraid of their own bloody shadows. Not me, though. Auntie Ethel welcomes <i>everyone</i>.


An elven warrior, mourning. But who is he?


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


What's that?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


SmileOpen<br>var 3


We do all the work an' you get to finish 'im?


Intelligenti pauca!


Oh, my poor Oskar, how ever will I bring you home?


Hey! You paid Raphael a visit? I want to hear all about it.


Thou wast thy Father's favoured yet thou cast favour aside. Thine courage was rewarded with lunacy. For Father's disappointment in thee hath no bounds.


This place wasn't built for the living.


Victory<br>


Arka, no.


But tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, my blades will thirst again.


I feel it too. Losing energy... losing focus...


Do not worry - Boo licked my hands all sparkling clean.


I made my promise. I will not fail my queen on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


Ah, I forget we've never met. I've had my eyes and ears on you so long, we feel like old friends.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


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


A staircase would've been too conventional, I suppose.


Just another crate.


The Shadowfell... this is Lady Shar's power in its purest form. Nothing can resist her will here.


This should help.


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


If Scratch won't pick it up, I guess I will.


Always room for more.


Like Priestess Gut and Boss Ragzlin. Gods, we even got a <i>drow</i> now.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


We can lay down later.


If you sell my broadsheets, how'm I going to make my quota? Huh?


You <i>are </i>my pet. And I'm yours. A perfect circle of companionship. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't have it any other way.


But she put me in charge of the shop! I thought... never mind. Here. You can have it, then.


Rolan, please.


A button... revealed thanks to this ring, no doubt.


Trust no one.


It vexes me to know of you.


No. Real. REAL. Knifetwisting, bonebreaking, skullsplitting, heart -


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


I need to see Jaheira. Just so happens, she'll want to see me too.


Thaniel still suffers. There'll be no improvement until his essence is restored, I fear.


Go ahead and try.


Aye. She sniffed up Gekh's corpse. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing his skiff.


I expect it'll start with turning the Sword Coast's infected - you among them. That Prism of yours won't last indefinitely.


*The only thing you've managed to convince them of is that you absolutely do not belong here.*


True, she could be a threat.


Finding my way.


Together.


Burn, baby. As hot as I can tolerate. I have to admit it helps in battle, though I wouldn't have chosen it for myself - if I'd been given a choice.


<i>Pa'vrylk</i>!<i> </i>Stop this insufferable whining!


Mmm.


Shout


To deal with this abomination? Nigh unthinkable. Yet even Vlaakith herself could not deny the ring's merit.


*Here lies Lord Gregorion Gorion, First High Constable of Baldur's Gate, the city's protector.*


Heed this prayer; protect us, Our Lady of Silver...


Not my place. Someone closer to Shadowheart should have the honour.


He was a Sharran, once - took to building an army of Dark Justiciars beneath this very village. Alongside the local druids, we made it our business to see him deposed - dead and buried.


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


Yeah, yeah, one crisis at a time, hm?


The Inquisitor awaits. At last, someone competent.


Victory<br>


I will help! I like to keep things clean.


Come... see. My flesh becomes new flesh.


*A prickling dread rises along your spine - you have disobeyed Mystra. Again. If you survive this, there will be consequences.*


Are they all like this?


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


I admit, I wasn't keen to be the first to try it. Just in case there were any 'surprise' side effects.


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


Come on. Can't stay idle.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Quickly now, before you grow roots!


The heartform grows clearer again. Such a burden you carry. But we can help.


You have no future.


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


Something in the tower moved.


So be it.


They are known to pick from their most devout followers a Chosen, granting them incredible powers.


Boo and I - we prayed it would be Orin who prevailed. It would make the slaughter to come a little gentler.


We can't let them find the grove. End her - <i>now</i>.


Not if I enjoy you first.


That's not real.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


I'm sorry. The next we meet, my blade will stained with Mizora's blood.


A simple trade? More deception. Take her head.


Don't be a fool, lad. Shut your mouth, and keep your head down.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


The Watchers have headless corpses inside them? Not an aesthetic choice, I assume...


<i>Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW. </i>


Seems your determined to put our mutual trust to the test. Pity.


Hunted... murdered... condemned...


Effort


Hells, Shadowheart. You just... handed her over.


I... REQUIRE... GOLD!


It's reacting to something down here. We should prepare to do the same.


Head's throbbing...


Scab-licking vagrant!


Ouch. That will need some healing.


Do you think it's so simple?


Those are footprints. Let's see where they lead.


Truth is, Ffion's gone well missing. And my hands may be skillful, but they were not made to turn every last stone she might be hiding behind.


<i>ROAAAAR!</i>


Ah, Lathander - god of dawn's sun. Not exactly favoured by my kind.


I'm on my way.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


It's outsiders like you who brought trouble in the first place. Away - I detest the sight of you.


Let's get the bastard - lead the way.


*You must press forward, and see what is revealed to you.*


I used to be scared of the windmill when I was a nipper - thought it was like a big giant flailing its arms at me.


Apologies, citizen. Your record is clean - please enjoy the city, and remain vigilant.


Not now - we can't afford distractions.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Ready your weapons - darkness comes!


Oh yes, as long as the <i>dog</i> is okay, he's happy. Give me strength...


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


'Rascal.' 'Jagoda.' Dried blood all over these things. That's awful.<br>


But no, there's absolutely no way this is happening.


Very well.


Where's Shadowheart? I think she'll want a word.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Interesting jewellery. Certainly not from around here.


Hurt Critical


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Something for Gale.


Well met.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Madness could still take you. But you'd go honourably, fighting 'til the very last.


It is done.


Quite a view.


*With a hiccough, you discover him to be drunk yet again from imbibing the tonsil stone pickling water.*


Ngh - what did that illithid <i>do</i> to me?


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Light on my feet.


... Zariel's brute... destroyed me...


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Veni et iuva me!


Fie! Xanta - even the Spider Queen's faithful wants no part in your game!


It all makes sense now. What Kagha did... the Shadow Druids poisoned her mind.


*You are a mind flayer, the very thing you sought to eradicate. Whatever self you still possess is quickly ebbing away.*


Best get going.<br>


Have it your way.


Nameless bones left by a forgotten battle.


Come back another day, citizen. Due to Lord Gortash's death, state security matters take precedence over routine crime reports. Now move along.


'Mercy' is a weakness we do not suffer from.


Go on - shoot the cage down.


The mask... Get it off...


The <i>zaith'isk</i> is the only thing that can help you now.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


No others. Just you and me.


*The boar seems to be fresh - only a few hours dead - but you can't find any sign of a wound.*


Treme!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Seco!


It must be at hand - the <i>kith'rak</i> had come seeking it.


Orin had her own Butler, who she insolently killed on his first visit, claiming she didn't need him to follow Bhaal.


Burnt to a crisp.


Hurt


...You so rarely make a habit of being right, ranger, that it puts me ill at ease when you are.


Well, you did me right once, so you earned my trust twice.


<i>Worship -</i> such a strong word. You're all very dramatic down here.


What's this? Feels like I've <i>lost </i>something...


Great! The palace looks out over the Lower City, you won't be able to miss it.


Hag's curse, I guess.


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


Like the book said - I've to get through this maze without getting caught or triggering a trap. Simple... I hope.


Ad lapidem!


Scandals! Vandals! Where to buy sandals! It's all here in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette!


Useless.


Hmm. Didn't work.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Gods damn it, Wyll - have you saved me just to taunt me? My own son, one more devil to... <i>nngh</i>...


Let no eye seek me out.


Trapped like cubs in a burrow. Do not look, Boo.


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


You're good news for Baldur's Gate, from what I hear.


Yay. Woo.


And you, honoured guest, will find me in my office above when you return. Do not come empty-handed.


Who on earth is 'Dolor'?


Such insouciance. You cannot comprehend the destruction we nearly triggered.


Those two must have history.


<i>No... Impossible... You would have had to make a deal with the devil himself. And if you had, I would know. I have had access to your thoughts the entire -</i>


The Gondians are inventors - just like us. Similarly persnickety and self-important, too.


Row-thay.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Nature's servant.


I miss them. I think. Or perhaps it's the hunger... oh I don't know. It's so hard to tell!


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


Effort


Well, that's interesting.


Hang on. Please tell me this isn't what I think it is.


I've never seen a tree like that. The bark must be a rarity.


Strange warriors... gold skin... silver blades...


Say the word, and we set the ambush in motion.


Sounds like a Moonlantern - that's just what we need.


*The penitent looks at you silently. Expectantly.*


But what does it mean?


This place is not for you. Go no farther.


By spilling Orin's blood, you rouse an old man's withered passions from their slumber, and clear the way for their awakening.


A curious bottle. Made for a fine liquor, no doubt.


Yes. It's a good thing we were here.


The battle won't be won down here.


I feel it too. Losing energy... losing focus...


That was <i>revolting</i>.


Up there. Danthelon's Dancing Axe - the Harper safe-house Jaheira mentioned.<br>


I wouldn't touch that thing if you double-drow-dared me!


The mask - get it off. Get it off me!


Weak.


All mine.


I hope your goddess is pleased.


Go on then, coyness isn't in your nature. What would you do with unlimited funds?


Pointless attacking Ketheric while the Nightsong's bound to him - she must be freed!


What kind of contraption is this?


I thought I knew what it was like to be a prisoner, but this place is something else entirely.


No. NO. Mind flayer! Getawaygetaway.


A fair assessment. But I see no alternative.


Hold it there! Bad time to come a-visiting, my friend.


Hills... then... Moonrise...


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


A statue of Shar - but it's been vandalised. What is that symbol?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Listen.


Malleus!


A genuine fiend's skull... A ghargatula, I do believe.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Thou quivering plague rat!


<i>Good. Then you did the right thing by destroying it. </i>


Huh. Where's Gale?


Forgive this error in my analysis. Hello Mister Marvin Hudd. Please find your payment in full.


Te occludo oculos!


Out of sight, out of mind.


You made the right choice. If we don't accomplish our goals, none of this matters. Not their fate, not anyone's.


You think any coin or bauble can be more valuable than General Thorm's favour? Temper your greed.


They're going to call for help! Stop them!


<i>Once, they were among the most fanatical of my sister Selûne's followers, but for years they have been here, resisting my embrace.</i>


Nothing like being dropped in the wetlands in the blink of an eye...<br>


I hear shouting up ahead.


We keep the peace, until this army is dealt with. Then the Zhentarim learn the Guild goes much deeper than the Guildhall alone.


Viam sapientiae!


My skill is required.


A handy little trick.


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


Didn't I make myself clear before? On you go.


You are to me. Or doesn't my opinion matter?


Very well. My claws are yours.


A pinch of this, a dash of that. Like baking a cake.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


What just happened? Where <i>am</i> I?


I've never seen anything like it.


Most folk won't be as understanding of your little... problem.


Don't hold it against me. Unless you want to.


I know. I know we are. And yet... a few moments more, a few different words spoken...


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Harper... Jaheira...


A map of the Sword Coast. Whatever these githyanki are planning, Baldur's Gate lies at the heart...


I have heard of the duel Orin proposed to you. She seeks to sacrifice you in our Father's temple.


May the gods take you first.


I refuse to find out you're an arsehole at this late juncture, so I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.


My poor little pupster. A free trip on a mind flayer machine, and all you've got is a brain-bug to show for it.


You're alive. <i>I'm</i> alive. How is this possible...?


Hells. Torchlight won't last long here.


What's happening? Where am I?


Bhaal's Chosen is here. We will never go hungry again.


Never mind - there'll be time for that later. Keep going - we'll watch your back.


I'll give it a try.


At once, my love.


Bloody hells, I know.


Victory v3


A Selûne idol, really? Are you in need of a paperweight?


Oi. I told you already - Flaming Fists only in here. Leave. Now.


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


<i>Because hope is important to your kind. Given enough of it, I believed you would not give up on finding the explanation for your tadpole's stasis.</i>


It belonged to a merregon. They dissolve upon death, leaving only their masks behind.


I'm fine. And so's the chest, more importantly.


Intactilis sum!


Well - whatever you're into.


My bedside manner is beyond reproach.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


You'll find it all the harder once we're off on the march.


Amicus animalis!


You can keep doing this if you want, but I'm sure you won't like the consequences.


You're dead!


I'll not start the fight but I'll help you end it.


Effort v12


Stop being such a pain in the scales.


The real criminals are the patriars slapping each other on the back in Wyrm's Rock while the people die in the streets.


Twit, twat, twerp.


He must give it to her when the time comes. He will find no redemption or honour in godhood - only the burden of a million empty souls looking for a saviour he can never be.


Forget Elturel, and to the hells with goblins!


*The squirrel freezes, muscles tensed in alarm. She gets the message.*


That should work.


On me. Always in reach...


I must use every advantage.


Finally! Those awful things have been dealt with - and not a moment too soon.


Great Mother Gith - your son has fallen. The Comet is no more.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


How did you decide which ones to save, and which to leave behind?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


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


Victory v2


A little boost.


Resisto venenum!


Too bad. I thought maybe you could be a friend. I could've done with one of those.


I know the truth.


Really? Are strong women your type, Halsin?


My family took her... my baby girl...


The abomination is on its way to the city - we must follow it and end it. Before it destroys everything.


<i>Rascal's collar... My poor four-legged friend. Their lives are so brief, so simple, and yet - full. </i>


Hardly an ideal place to chat, but I'll allow it.


Mortem tuum sum!


Do not lose sight of our bigger goal. We must seek out the brain.


Fungal spores... Must be myconids nearby.


Happy to assist a friend.


That portrait - it's been warded with necrotic magic.


Kill them. Quickly.


I may have been too late. She already reported to her superiors.


You have lived a life of violence and sin. You have stolen lives, broken families, and caused immeasurable grief.  Doing this will not right those wrongs.


And what joy it would be to hear a duke beg for mercy.


Most of the time.


Hold still.


Come on Sparky, you've done so much running already today!


If she keeps making me eat armour, I'm going on hunger strike.


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


Disease? No. Love is a birthright. I pity the beast who is deprived.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Ominous, but Gale might find it useful.


And both of you thought striking the child was a suitable punishment?


In a way. But they're also right here - look.


I can't stand here and do nothing.


I'm glad to hear it. And I intend to prove myself worthy of the sentiment.


It's unexpected, but we shan't complain.


At least you brought it back. It is a start.


Effort v7


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Oh. You don't say that because of the company, I hope?


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Hm. Noted. But if nuggets of wisdom are all you have to offer...


Follow my voice. Come back to the light.


I've heard of this forge... Legends reckon it had some sort of 'protector'.


Really? I had no idea <i>istiks</i> cared about githyanki stories.


Hah! A quick wit is rare indeed. Good manners, however, all beings can aspire to.


This sword has all kinds of power running through it. Gale, want a look?


Well. After you.


Keep walking, greyskin - if it were up to me, your kind wouldn't have any part in what we're doing.


Looks like this was a hasty burial. Clearly the threat was not extinguished.


Damn, this one's bent.


That's it, then?


Whoever built it, they've let it rot for ages.


Don't screw this up.


You could feed an army with an egg that size... if you found an intact one.


Hells. I need to hold on.


Voco glacies!


He's hurt badly. An owlbear got him deep. If there's anything you can do...


Sooner or later, it comes time to set the dizzy little demon down and do battle with him all the same. Do you understand my meaning?


Prudent. But I hope we won't have to contend with the perils of the curse for long. There's more to living than just survival. Much more.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Another gem. They must be used for something.<br>


What are these <i>for</i>?


Note this trunk of lies.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Probably a waste of time.


I think that's it - we've found all of him. Time to show the Ringmaster.<br>


Dying


So much bloodshed to fill that single seat. It will not remain empty for long, I'd wager.


*Though you can't shake the feeling you've seen it before, the emblem's purpose is beyond your recall.*


I want to help, but I can't. Not until I know he'll do what has to be done, if it comes to that.


<i>Ahh</i>... dirty bloody trick...


Full up.


Oh gods, I can feel them all around me! <i>Ghosts! </i>Like a horrible, slimy breeze!


This damsel <i>may </i>be middle-aged, but let's get him out of distress.


I'll pray to Silvanus that you have a change of heart. But time is short.


You took it upon yourself to undertake the Rite of Thorns? I ought to exile you from this place. Forever.


I read about myconids and the manifold properties of their spores. That duergar is about to rise - undead.


You'll come around. After all - you wouldn't want to fail your own father.


Might be useful.


That is a shame. I'll have to find another way to procure a specimen. Or some additional funds.


Dodge


Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!


A fateful night. I'm not apt to forget it - or who spent it with me.


Zhentarim! To arms!


Lae'zel, <i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i>! Can it be?


A prayer book won't be much help to us in this place. We should leave it behind.


Psst - don't just stand there. <i>Help me goddsdammit</i>. HELP ME.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


But now... he's returned. And he's <i>invincible</i>. Neither arrow nor sword can harm him.


I don't want to say it, but I must: did <i>you</i> do this?


Darkness smite you.


Blessings of the Moonmaiden upon all beneath her watchful eye.


Why?


Just because you say it doesn't mean it's so. Now back off.


A little discourse.


Dying Burning


Dying Panic Fall


You wish to speak? Fine.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


You mean... you want the same as I do?


Oh, <i>enough</i>. Should I wash the feet of every beggar down by the docks, too?


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


And we have your reward to consider - <i>once</i> I have made my way safely back to the city.


That's no kind of talk for a <i>lady</i>, Karlach.


Dodge


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Quite the view, isn't it? The Outer Planes are a place of profound, sometimes overwhelming possibilty.


I'm never eating at the Elfsong again. What if there were <i>bits</i>.


Lost your footing, have you?


Here we go.


Doesn't matter. We were bored anyway.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


The half that weren't crushed are digging the True Soul outta the wreckage.


*A true disciple of the Nightsinger must be careful. She cannot share with others what is not truly hers to give.*


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


What in the hells - get back!


General. <i>Thorm.</i> You will show respect, Aylin. Watch, and see what happens if you do not. See what I do to our acquaintance here.


I'm not afraid. Chosen by the Absolute, I am. I'm <i>blessed</i>.


Not surprised - the egos around here are made of bloody glass.


Welcome to the family - expect backtabbing, broken instruments and more.


Wyvern, Assassin's blood - oh, I'm just listing all the poisons I know.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Effort v8


This is the truth. I sense I will never surpass that moment, when nature awoke from its nightmare.


You bastard! You ruined it - you ruined everything!


Indeed. All the best weapons have already been scavenged.


I made it back. I'm here. Thank the gods, thank the gods.


The cleric is with General Thorm. You'll be his favourite soon enough.


Bring me your sick, your lonely. In these hands, they are safe.


None of you look particularly well - but not dead yet, either. This fight is not done.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


It's settled then. Perhaps it's time I wrote to my cousin in Waterdeep...


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Ain't you got sumfin' better to do?


You could send an elf to sleep!


No! Nothing like that at all.


Yes, yes, of course. Her grace burns bright in them - I see it!


Effort v5


Listen up.


There went the torch. The curse is mighty strong here.


A turnip? Not my favourite of nature's root vegetables, I must admit.


Come, darlings - help Auntie.


*You are a mind flayer, after all. You will have the rest of your long years ahead to understand what that means.*


Alas, poor Florrick... I have no idea who that is.


I'll need every advantage, it seems... Thank you.


It took some doing, finding you.


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


An unstoppable force.


Ah. A rather ancient patron of the Counting House. He has accrued quite a bit of interest, I'd wager.


A shame.


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


<i>Gah.</i> The wizard mislikes sticky fingers, I think.


Effort v12


PainOpen<br>var 1


This crèche's bunks look entirely too soft for my liking.


Of all the beings to be indebted to... a bloody mind flayer.


*Your body grows cold, its warmth sapped by the cold metal seat. The machine awakens.*


Extra Recovered <br>V2


Is there anything duller than a loyal dog? I much prefer a cat. Meow<i>.</i>


Hold on,  my heart.


This is the point when a clever lad like you accepts my gratitude and walks away.<br>


During cere - ceremorphosis, the brain stem is reconnected to the circul - culatory system -


Grand Duke? My soul lies with the city. But...


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


A nautiloid? Could it be?


My steel-hearted friend speaks true. Give me one good reason, magus, why I should not strike you down where you stand.


I sense the difference in you already. You seem sharper, leaner, hungrier.


Nimble. She's gone...


You'll need it if you're going to survive this cursed place.


Prove them wrong, then. If you think you're able to, that is.


Et alibi!<br>v3


Keep your distance. We don't want more trouble than we can handle.


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


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


I wager that blade has a mighty enchantment. Gale could tell me more.


To enter his tribunal...


I need to get off this roof NOW!


I am no threat to you - I am at your mercy.


Hm. Rope.


Configo!


In today's papers - 'Steel Watchers Save City from Deep Gnome Assault'!


Attack


Sympathy is for the weak. I merely want to say my piece. I want you to know the cost of your education.


Be right there.


Enough dallying. We need to get back to Baldur's Gate.


The natural conclusion is that you are no true Sharran, and never were.


You've done enough.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


A beast is a beast, and I am not going to be freed of his chains just to put on yours.


Come on, darling.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


No matter what he's done, I can't abandon Wulbren. You understand.


Kled won't let any more redcaps hurt Lady Mayrina - promise.


You're only a year older than me - <i>and</i> I sell more broadsheets.


The bridge to glory is built on the bones of the dead.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


<i>There's no time to waste.</i>


You came here wholly ignorant? With no concept of what you were about to witness?


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


Shouldn't have wished to live in more interesting times.


Something here must open the doors


You're right, I am. How could I not, after coming face-to-face with the ghosts of my past?


One brine pool, countless parasites. Disgusting things.


You're just like him. Everyone is, in the end.


Two sides, each itching to draw blades against the other.


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


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


We don't even know if he'll ever recover.


I... forgive me.


I cannot believe it's over. I cannot believe we're free.


These melodies...


You could certainly use this.


<i>Gratitude? </i>For this?


Unheard, unseen.


Seems like a popular spot, this forge. Everyone's looking for it.


Your gith friend seems on edge. Mustn't relish the thought of sprouting tentacles.


Best be on my way.<br>


I'll help.<br>


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


You're made of sterner stuff than me then.


Falling<br>Var 2


It's taking all my will not to take your head in her place.


Hard times, citizen. Let's not let them get any harder, eh?


'Turn your back not to your ally, lest you would see it pierced.' So Vlaakith has taught us.


Shout


<i>Chk</i>. On my own.


Seems I can understand illithid script. Thank you, tadpole.


*Your memory of last night's act is absent. In the moment of mounting, your mind emptied itself, and you could think only of Bhaal.*


One of the others must have stolen it. <i>Shka'keths</i>.


What if we get caught?


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


That wound looks bad.<br>


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


On your feet, soldier.


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


Cresceat scientia!


Gods, really? Saving a drow I can understand, but saving gnomes?


If this friend is kin, their cowardice does little to earn my assistance.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


We will raise a Black Keep in Baldur's Gate. Then we will conquer the Sword Coast, and unite all its peoples under our rule. But first -


What is this? A cultist after all, then - vermin for crushing.


Intrepid as ever.


Just this once.


Too much drink. Too much <b>drunk</b>.


Do not mock me, braggart. Not every murderer has opposable thumbs. We cannot all create, I can only destroy.


The orb.


You're certain they weren't just falling asleep?


It means nothing of the sort.


*Beneath his ragged clothing, you catch a glimpse of rotten flesh - more than any living being could sustain. This man is a zombie.*


The bare minimum.


Ketheric Thorm, leading Shar's forces. Quite the about-face for a warrior of Selûne.


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


Don't like it here. Grey ones hurt hide!


Non movere!<br>v2


*She's not just reticent to share her theory - she's hiding a physical object. A document of some sort.*


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


I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't a bad idea. Safety in numbers, after all.


You wound me. I've only tried to be a friend to you - just as to the poor souls here, where hope hangs by a single thread.


Milord? Jubilant day! I have found your vile self at last!


No! Were you meaning to backstab me all along, or did you lose your spine along the way?


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


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


What is it?


Dying Burning


*The tadpole's essence courses through you - where it touches, your flesh, glands, organs contract and flood with pure thought.*


Looks like the booze got the better of them. They're practically unconscious.<br>


Your animal flesh does not fool me. You do not belong here.


If you must.


You think so? I wish I shared your optimism - but I can't, for Maryk's sake. Goodbye.


On your feet.


I might have said yes, if you'd further indulged our obsessions.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I know this doesn't change anything, but it helps. Thank you.


That is why he will come back to me. Because he yearns to be with his people. Because this is all he knows.


If we find it, we can use it against Thorm, perhaps.


Augh, this tastes like mouldy belbuck!


You return, <i>stira</i> - good. Violence is like fire - it burns all those in its path. I feared you caught in the flames.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


What just happened?


No! Get up, Kanon!


Then you're no friend of the Fist.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


I'll give it a shot.


A waste of tongue flaps. I wanted <b>glory</b>, not pus!


Anyway. Thank you for tonight.


Oh yeah.


Your blindness as much as my deception, Selûnite. We can talk about this later - if you're willing.


But I haven't sprouted any tentacles - not yet, anyway. Nor have you. Could just be good luck. I'm not so...


Free? I'm not free - I'm trapped!


No! Just... just keep away, all right? We'll go our way, you go yours. Please.


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


Dying Burning<br>v6


'Battled'? Please - that implies rivalry. He will but a footnote in my legend.


The Nightsinger has blessed her, and given her power beyond measure. <i>She </i>is the future.<br>


Moving out.


The platform's already here.


Like the Gondians who <i>burn </i>in the foundry as we speak?


Voco murus!<br>v3


Oh, not this claptrap again.


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


<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>


Should I be surprised that the key to freeing this gith prince is a hammer?


Invoco te!


The Gur are wise, but they do not know you. They do not believe that you can rise above your hunger - for blood, or power. Please prove them wrong.


We swarm - we swallow - we <b>contain</b>.


Allow me to make the following proposition:


*This mace certainly has a very unusual design.*


Yeah! Just once!


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


Oh gods. That's got to be Dribbles' head.


It may be some centuries before my flesh is ready to yield, but I hope I shall be bold enough to follow in her path, when the day comes.


Let's do this!


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


Now, do you need anything? I have a few odds and ends for sale.


Is your brain so pulped? You suck up the tyrant's vapours like a babe sucks milk.


Well - perhaps I might stop by once a tenday, see how the pup's getting along. A bit of infernal altruism, if you will.


We have followed a little <i>too</i> long, says Boo - and Minsc is in agreement.


*Letting him live, however, would surely provoke Lae'zel to attack.*


Not that it's all too smart to question a True Soul.


Well now! Maybe I could make his acquaintance? A tightened screw or two might let me keep a little calmer.


Good job I'm a strong swimmer! No drowning for me! Haha!


Only she used the last of her power to block him from the Weave. His magic faltered. The great flying cities of Netheril plunged from the sky. Karsus' Folly.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Ubi es?<br>v3


What's an adamantine forge, then?


Give me some time. I... need to think.


Could just be good luck. But sooner or later, it's bound to run out.


Make some effort.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Leave me be, please. Need to... need to gather my wits.


SmileOpen<br>var 2


*...and then sees the corpses of those who have already died.*


Help's on the way.


Where did the djinni find this crap?


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


<i>But without me, you will perish!</i>


You're protesting far too much! You reveal yourself.


That was wise.


Duke Ravengard? Hold on, I'm coming!


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


At this point, you're more interesting alive than dead. So here I am, your saviour in times of need.


He's all business up front, but you know what comes after business. Pleasure. And Raphael does like to pleasure himself.


Keep that thing stashed deep, then. It'll put a big fat target on our backs.


*The current is powerful, pulling at the boat. Should you leave, you will not be able to return to Moonrise Towers this way.*


Attack<br>var 2


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


The city is chock-a-block with bodies thanks to these murders. I can barely keep up with all the orders.


I shall ask yet again. Do illithids possess souls?


They'll stop plotting to kill one another just long enough to focus all that energy on you, instead.


Until the source of the tadpole's magic is destroyed, any attempt to remove it will kill you.


Hope isn't the most robust of plans - but I see few alternatives.


Now that's... dedication?


Look here!


That conniving sack of worms. I should've known. I've should've ripped his tongue out before he even <i>spoke </i>of this contract.


Don't mind me.


Yurgir - lend your strength!


Curious though you may be, if you're an enemy to Ketheric, you can take your rest here.


A third disc. Lae'zel will want to see this.


Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?


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


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


Yeah! We'll shred 'em!


Gothic. Decadent. Vulgar. I can see this place had quite the influence on your tastes, Astarion.


By all means - pursue any leads you may have. But I sense all roads will lead to Moonrise.


Curious news: 'Strange Disturbance Spotted in Grey Harbour'! Speculations galore!


A grey dwarf. Never thought I'd meet a decent one, but I heard what you did at the gates.


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


Don't waste a step.


Besides, I reckon it owes us seein' as how it just <i>ate</i> our last chicken.


Hang on, we need to find a way out of this chamber as well!


Shadowheart? No. Sharess! No, that was the name of the tavern. Tavern? Tav!


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


What are you doing? He's the one who saved us!


There's got to be another way in.


Ververo!


Snore
zzZzz
v2


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


Silentium!


Hells mate, it ain't <i>difficult</i>.


Invoco te


Watch yourself. I'm out.


One who kicked the Steelclaw, as if I were some stray. I am a champion hunter. When I lick my pelt: <i>I taste blood.</i>


Remember - get down to the cave as soon as you hear the horn.


But I'm not wrong. Take her lightly, and she'll serve up your eyes for appetisers.


Gods - why so glum? We hit the cult where it hurts.


I WILL BE OBEYED!


*Perhaps this child will live to maturity after all. You're being left alone.*


Now is your last chance to run.


You will? If you are successful, that would be most convenient.


This Nightsong must be the key to taking Ketheric down. Now we know what we're looking for.


That is not a name which has ever passed my lips. I am a friend to you, I wish to be a friend to him.


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


TO CAPTAIN GRISLY!


There're glyphs inscribed on the ring. Just like the ones in that book.


'Hero,' 'Blade' - names strangers gave me. My friends call me 'Wyll'.


The longer we wait, the likelier that we share in this fate, or worse. Let's get rid of these things.


Locked. Up. Bad kitty. Thinks it is. Other.


The loss of all joy. Sad business.


Agh. Well. Good feelings never last, I suppose.


No need to wave documents at me. I'm already drowning in paperwork as it is.


Effort v12


Stand down, fool. This battle is not your concern.


My head is throbbing...<br>


What am I supposed to do here...?


No advantage is unfair.


No bleeding out on my watch.


*You remember the ill-tempered skeleton Godey, though you may wish to forget him.*


You're just lucky my mother isn't home.


In the ground, over there.


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


I suppose this is what passes for worship in this place.


More stories.


The Blade of Frontiers, at your calling.


Should you ever have need of a cleric of Helm, I shall be there - you have my word.


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


Hurt Critical<br>var2


So you're one of Shar's faithful. I've known only a few - callous souls, every one of them.


Indolence breeds madness.


Voco spicae!
v3


After our little interlude at Last Light, I was worried you'd gone quite mad.


'Only in magma destroyed'. Whatever's protecting it, it'll take some fierce heat to crack it.


Effort v10


I know this vintage - it's a paralysing poison.


Only a diabolist would keep such a prize in their collection.<br>


So, I've been travelling with a vampire? One that feeds on his friends, no less.


In Bhaal's name.


He'll feel that in the morning.


I don't think you're the sort of company I ought to be keeping.


<i>Lash'a'kla!</i>


<i>Chk </i>- more time wasted. If only you feared the <i>ghaik</i> parasite half as much as you fear the dark.


Shadowheart will want to speak to Dame Aylin. I should not get in the way.


Yup. Didn't leave a goblin standing. Not so bad to hang around with either.


Get to the Crown and cast the spell - I'll buy you what time I can!


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


Baldur's Gate stands on the brink of the abyss. My father was clear: we awaken the wyrm, and take back the city.


Hook horror. A worthy kill.


Free for the taking.<br>


I need you to deliver a message to him. Tell the General that I did what I could, but that the route through Grymforge is impassable.


Time for a boost.


The cult survived, festering beneath the city, with me as the Gate's everlasting poison.


You really ended things with her, just to be with me?


Ira!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


For you, oh horned cheek.


*Intense pain flares from the wound on your hand. A strange, half-familiar image comes to you: a dead mouse, seen through a veil of tears. The image fades.*


Time!


We're d-digging fast as we can. On our honour.


Shadowheart's a funny frog. I like her fringe though. Very blunt.


A fine painting. Should be worth its weight in gold.


Barbarian Roar


If I leave your side, the Prism will no longer protect me, and I will cease to be Minthara. The Absolute will make me its puppet again.


Hm - what was that?


More of those wretched things.


How did you...? Perhaps it's best I don't ask. Do what you have to do.


I'm just preparing to head to their camp as we speak. In fact... if you'll excuse me, I ought not to dawdle.


Attack Critical<br>


The mind flayer pours poison in your ear, I think.


<i>You are beautiful.</i>


*The air crackles with power - before fizzing out. The child has power but lacks control.*


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Stand down!


You've got slaves to manage your sanitation. Baldur's Gate doesn't. Though we do rely quite heavily on kobolds.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Those words sting, though they are true. I vow I will say your name a thousand times in prayer before I rest tonight.


Et alibi!<br>v3


For Orpheus! <i>Htak'a!</i>


If you insist. Don't expect to fare well without me to save you.


Watch yourself.


Ignore the devil! We must take the transponder.


Hold on! I'm coming.


If I had something to say to you, I would be saying it.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Demento te!


Doesn't it...? How does it even <i>fit</i>?


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Keep clear of the webs, and the spiders might not notice us.<br>


I'll forgive you. I'm mostly just thinking anyway.


... how?


Come to derail any other Guild operations? Spit in my eye, perhaps? Or do you just need something?


Just splittin' then? Suit your damn self.


Don't give me trouble now.


Once, you would have to sway hearts in order to raise an army... but with this place? Any tyrant could lay claim to legions of artificial killers.


Hurt Critical


Recovered


Well seen. Well spotted. We've let a <i>snake</i> replace our leader.


Victory v4


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Yet I see no other options. Deceitful he may be - but our best hopes lie with him.


That is hard to believe - your mind is a maze of misdirection.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Looks like there's a little shrine over there.<br>


All right, all right - no need to go baying for blood.


She loves it when people complain. Even better when she gets to shut them up.


Get that stone back, please.


Rushed off this morning. He probably remembered an overdue book.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


That makes twice you've saved me. I'm starting to think you're my guardian angel.


Oh? You must be broke, then.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


You are a blight on this world. And I will remove you from it. <i>Htak'a</i>!


I wonder what these levers do.


What beautiful music...


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


We should hang up their remains as a warning to Cazador that Astarion is under our protection.


Too parochial a setting for me, I'm afraid. I prefer my liquor served in a quivering belly button, distilled in fear and arousal.


I think I'll nip out for a bit, stretch my wings. And don't be too hard on them, pup. Don't you remember?


With <i>pleasure</i>.


Right. That seems to have worked.<br>


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


Bloodied pigeon feathers. Remnants of a feline's hunt, perhaps.


Here we go.


If I am a general, then I can set you scrubbing latrines - yes?


Arabella is holed up with the others.


Almost there. I will not fail you, my lady.


Well - are we ready for the road once more?


Seems to be stuck.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


These volumes... they're all about Shadowheart. Years of training and tutelage.<br>


Stood... against... Absolute...


Better to have on hand than not.


Of course not. Her diaries are off-limits.


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


Something's wrong here. Devilish magic of some kind.<br>


It isn't true. Half of us are badly injured; the other half dead. I admit we ambushed you - an assignment from our god Tyr.


You shouldn't have come here. You can't win...


No signs of life. This camp's long been abandoned.


Myrmidons - <i>IMPERATUM</i>!


*You are a mouse to an elephant, so overwhelming is the parasite's power.*


He went into the shadows alone? What a dolt.


Infernal gems, straight from Minauros. Rare, to say the least.


We are aware, and it is dire. But of late we've been distracted.


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


It vexes me to know of you.


*For a moment, the brine-pool of your brain clears. To die: to rest, to save the world from yourself. To accept: to become his prophet - in any disobedience, subject to his lash.*


Confusio!


A torch, campfire, candle - anything to force the shadows to retreat.


Expello te!<br>v2


Hello, friend. But forgive me - my hamster has his heart set on speaking to the other one.


Ah, the guest of honour arrives! I've been observing the festivities from a <i>sensible </i>distance.


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


Victory<br>


Finally free. I must find my kin.


If I must.


I've got a long road ahead.<br>


You are such a pleasure to serve! Of course, you are killing for yourself.


It was part of the deal. For <i>him. </i>


I'm talking to you openly - mortal to mortal - and I'm begging you to sign the contract.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Lapis root? Saffa? Rare to see these so far north.


I'm making this quick.


*Your minds connect and you hear a whispered voice. The Absolute? Or just the echoes of his fractured mind, reverberating in the dark?*


What the - oh gods. Oh no.


Look upon her.


C'mon! You can do better than that!


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


Oh, but do hear me out - you want what I have to offer.


You daft? It's there in the name. Shadows up there, black as the Lowerdark. A few sniffs could fell an ogre.


You're not sick, not sick at all. Wait in line.


Volothamp Geddarm? By the gods, do something!


No. But they always seem to get it, don't they.


I wish it hadn't ended like this, but I know you did all you could to help Wulbren - to help me.


Gale, no!


She will die. Eventually.


Ah, are you also here to assist with the prisoner?


No, no. She's no one, really. I was just... practising an incantation.


I've had fights enough for one day, Barcus.


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


O! Thou shalt be blessed indeed. He he hee!


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Descendant... of... Noober...


I'll admit it, I was saying my prayers there. Thank the gods we made it out of Gortash's hell-hole.


How embarrassing for you.


It sounds as if his cult has crumbled, even if it took everything you had to stop it?


Every bit as disgusting as the first time.


How funny. How <i>sad</i>. You think you're going to survive this, don't you?


You know I can stab you in your sleep, right?


I'm not here to answer to you, or anyone else. I'm here for my parents.


Following... orders... of... General... Thorm...


Thanks. Arsehole.


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


I knew little Thulla would survive all this. But... not like <i>that.</i>


I don't know if you're a fool or a lunatic, but you are dangerous. It's time I put you down.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


All right. It's only fair that you enjoy it, too.


That staff may be of interest to you, Gale.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


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


This next spell should be interesting.


And now you're threatening <i>me</i>? You fool.


Malleus! v2


Acidum!


Or do not. Your lust for victory still brings you one step closer to me.


All of this, sitting beneath Moonrise. For how long? And how deep does it go?


No time to rest.<br>


Vampire spawn or not, I'm surprised you actually surrendered Astarion like that...


Blueprints for some devilish weapons. Our friend was a fine blacksmith.


Mine too. It's... excited by something down here.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


Please don't give up. There has to be something.


Looks like the place the Dark Justiciar's letter mentioned. But where's the stash?


What in the <i>hells</i> was that?


Slick.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


But a word of warning. One wrong move and every single animal here will tear you apart.


How tiresome. Am I to understand that you wish to die with them?


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


I've had a splitting headache since I woke up in the hag's lair.


Vlaakith's crown - what <i>was</i> that?


I don't like this at all.


Then it's time you -


Your oath is broken. The light within you fades. A new power is awakening.


Either go back out there and retrieve the cleric, or kneel at the altar. See if the Absolute cares to explain Herself to you.


Each hour that passes, the thing inside us grows. We need to find a healer. Let's wake up at first light.


To your end, or the world's, Chosen of Bhaal.


You will <i>die</i>, trespasser!


You would be wise to forget me. I can only hope I one day forget you.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


You're almost at the end of this, Gale. You're nearly there.


I'm getting too old for this nonsense.


Cake for <i>dinner</i>? I don't know...


Now that you've reached the end of the line, do you still refuse to return to Avernus? To <i>live?</i>


Go, berserker. Do as you do best - but this time in the name of Murder.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


That was <i>revolting</i>.


We love our son Enver. We love him <i>so much</i>.


A hospital. Might be able to scrounge a few supplies.


What to choose?


Nah - the spiders had already tired them out by the time Nere got his hands on them. Once he broke their brains, their tongues wouldn't stop waggin'.


Of course. I always carry samples, in case there are inquiring minds looking to purchase them.


Mors animae!<br>v3


Hmph. Nature's law in action.


The psionic detector alerted us to the githyanki attack. Looks like Voss was good for his word.


Hey!


Look at that crown. It radiates with power unlike anything I've ever seen. To have it... to hold... If only I could...


Harpers - now is the time!


Well, I'm in no position to turn down help.


Sine metu!<br>v2


Just this once.


Tormentum!


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


What's yuck about it?


Research notes - on the nature of the shadow curse. A most-fortuitous find.<br>


'My Karlach is a cudgel,' she'd say. 'No finesse to speak of, but useful for cracking skulls.'


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


It is a crown of domination. The stones were taken from its crest. They are Netherstones, imbued with the ability to control the wearer of the crown.


What now?


You've heard Gortash's whispers - I see how your skull swarms with his promises. He whinges and wails over the Crown of Karsus, wanting to command it without me.


Sorry I didn't wait around this morning. I was just... just <i>buzzing</i>. Didn't want to wake you.


Te video!<br>v3


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


<i>Nautiloid! Need to get to the brain - NOW.</i>


And he knew that to protect the city, one trained in the ways of the great champions would have to rouse the wyrm living beneath. If I'm not mistaken, that would be Wyll.


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


Do I know you? I like to be on a first-name basis before I give someone a thrashing, ideally.


Snore
zzZzz


If I could cast Wish right now, you'd be an ant forever.


Dominant, self-centred, savouring another's loss...


<i>But it seems you are interested in them. </i>


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


What you did was justice.


Speak, then.


Effort v4


Which worg upchucked you?


What's yours is mine.


Mine for the taking.


The Harpers have been infiltrated. That's bade news for Jaheira.


Unfortunately for you, I'm all out of stock for today. Come back tomorrow! There'll be something awful to read about, I'm sure. There always is.


I'll tell you this much: I'm going to Baldur's Gate. With or without the rest of these poor sods.


A diabolist's shop! <i>On your guard</i>, Boo - they like to use noble little hearts in their filthy rituals.


So, we have the hammer. Now all we have to do is...


Crusty rogue.


Especially now that she is reunited with her love.


Attack


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


It's hard to imagine him making it after everything that happened, but if you find him...


<i>You. </i>Impossible. You should never have come back here. Z'rell - kill this wastrel.


Back on the ship, you too were on the receiving end of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region, were you not?


That... we... have... to be... persistent...


What is this?


Might be other survivors.


Impressive-looking ruins down there, but well out of reach.


I think 'free' might be rather overstating matters, Yurgir. Devil's in the details, you see, and the details are in the fine print.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


I thought you were going to save him, but you abused his current state to get rid of him!


Dying Burning<br>v5


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Guards, come quick! <i>Gods, that felt wrong</i>.


*Violence isn't tolerated in these parts. Unless it's required to deal with a criminal like you...*


In truth, I don't think I'd want to be your spare lover. I'd always want more of you than you'd have to spare. Better perhaps to bow out with dignity.


Here goes nothing.


The illithids' foul roots run deep. Is there no end to this place?


Only a beast of a man toys with his victim. Entertaining, if not efficient.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


Is that a lanceboard set? It was never really my game.


Hands a little full here.


Out, foul deformity!


Which is my sage way of saying - I am in no danger of forgetting how my husband died. But I choose to remember how he lived.


I hope you were hibernating, little cub. I can't think of another reason you wouldn't come down to say hello.


Can't read this script.


Lord Gortash will sort all this out - just you wait.


She was... IT was... <i>wrong...</i>


What's in here?


That's not mine to open.


That's that settled.


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


Silvanus save us if the goblins get in here.


Thank you, magic!


When Ketheric fell, I feared the worst. That our plans would fail like so many before. Because of discord among ourselves.


I didn't expect to meet your kin patrolling these wilds so openly. Whatever they're seeking, they clearly feel no need to hide their efforts. Or their urgency.


Bibberbang... of course it was bibberbang.


What are you... this one's tryin' to control my mind or somethin'!


Whole city's falling to pieces... and the damned key is underneath the rubble.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Dribbles' torso - limbs a-trimmed.


Let's see.


An idiot, that's who. Started a fight I couldn't bloody win.


Canto te!<br>v3


Quite the welcome.


It feels like we're being watching - hunted, even - but there's nothing out there, only more darkness.


Actually - could you get the boss in here to give me the go-ahead? Last thing I need's another enemy.


Hells - not this again.


With <i>you? </i>Minsc has no lust for gold, that he would shake grandmothers by their ankles, or set Boo nibbling at their purse-strings!


The edict of Bane.


The soldiers around you may not be friends. In fact, they may be strangers, antagonists, enemies.


You are as thick as they come, sweetness.


Conversation it is, then.


Bhaal has not decided. First our blades must carve and slice. The runt must be culled, the flesh offered.


General...? We'd heard of the cult army heading this way - I assumed she'd died trying to stop it.


A monument to Lathander, god of dawn - and killer of Helm's lover. The bastard.


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


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


<i>Shka'keth! </i>Traitor!<br>


<i>Yesss.</i>


My teacher always said a good musician never demands a solo.


Butt-kicking, for goodness!


Don't be naive.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Welcome, Unholy Assassin. You stand among common killers, children of Murder, and would-be gods. Auspicious company indeed.


It's not even like the eagles <i>need</i> my nest, the drunk lizards they eat aren't hard to catch.


'Ere, Lady. Catch!


<i>Once he is vanquished, Baldur's Gate awaits. Your holy work will continue there, where you first learned of my embrace. Take up my spear again and go forth. Let the cleansing begin.</i>


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


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


Karlach, were there others of Zariel's warriors who bore the infernal engine?


D'you like our new friend? He's new.


You don't understand. You don't know what he's capable of.


No - please!


Let's say we're his patrons, yeah? Found him wandering the wilds alone.


No surprise to find a traitor among the Flaming Fist. Honour isn't their strong suit.


Have to keep going.


Will he know how to bring the worm under control? Will this little adventure of ours be over?


Barbarian Roar


See what happens.


That looks terribly heavy. Why don't you let me carry it for you?


Talk is done.