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


Voco arvina!<br>v2


She shall be a powerful ally against Ketheric Thorm. I look forward to witnessing her power unleashed against him.


No.


You think I don't know the truth? How your flesh blazes with Avernus' heat? How your axe splits your victims straight down the middle?


Voss was meeting someone in Sharess' Caress - someone who possesses the key to Orpheus' prison. We should find them at once.


I can soothe your pain.


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


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


It's a story. About - about Orpheus.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


The Absolute's forces have taken Duke Ravengard to Moonrise Towers.


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


Cult... took Sarin's mind... so we... took her head...


Nice trick, eh?


Won't be needing this poison, now that you've offed the pricks. Bet you'll find it handy, though.


Why is everything so <i>bright</i>?


What d'ya reckon tieflin' meat tastes like?


You are more than just a friend to her, aren't you? I saw the way she looked at you. It reminded me of her mother, when we first met.


I will break you in His name!


Consider my tongue wagging.


You're a sweetheart, but you don't need to worry - I'm just thinking out loud.


Something to turn the tide.


Time for bitter business the light would fear to shine on.


Five thousand senja'si, five thousand gish - gathered in Tu'narath. They convey my essence through a single psionic thread.


So you have experience treating the wounded?


That's curious.


Mastery in all things.


NO!


So the rumours are true. You are blessed. The Mother Superior will not be pleased.


You've been defiant - and defiance requires discipline. To wit:


Argh. No wonder. <i>Necromancy.</i>


What did they do?!


A little too clever, if you ask me. Watch out for traps.


I wouldn't hold your breath if you're here to see Figaro.


It appears the parasite has bestowed on us the ability to influence others.


Ha! I smell Klaw.


Poxy pissered pervert!


Certainly.


So, the Nightsong is key to Ketheric's power. If we can find it, perhaps we can use it against him.


Shirra's tomb. I should bring the amulet here - the spirit-monk will want to honour his granddaughter.


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


Bastard Grindo... Carpentry could never be good enough for my brother, could it? Just had to work in a Gondian forge.


Voco nubes!


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


How are you feeling? Talk to me.


Labour is the lifeblood of every city. Baldur's Gate would perish without its workers.


We'll show the damn rat that poisoned us. Mark my words. Ya don't mess with the Absolute.


What - what happened? Where am I?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


No keyhole in this door. There must be <i>some</i> way to open it.


If you try that again, we'll - we'll - we'll blow you up!


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


Well, you can buys it, but not for a copper cheaper! Popper is a tough businesslord!


Yes... yes we do. And perhaps the sooner it's done, the better.


Hold your horses - just hear me out.


*Your chance at freedom from Shar's curse, and your parents' very lives - they are entwined. One cannot be claimed without the loss of another.*


Hold on.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


We've got to do it now - use the tadpole! Dominate the brain!


Something's wrong. I feel weak. <i>Drained</i>.


What to do?


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


Gortash is a visionary, sure enough. But his vision has cost a pretty penny.


Stay safe.<br>


Hmm. Well I'm not too strong. But I'm pretty fast with my hands...


Exactly! I knew you were a learned soul from the moment I set eyes on you.


So it is: our lives depend on it. Now repeat my instructions back to me, please.


I think we have earned it, no?


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


I'm sure it'll be adequate.


You owe me a gold piece, grandmother.


Fine. If you're so against the idea, I suppose we can forge ahead without input from the goddess of magic.


Yurgir - lend your strength!


I feel poorly. Death magic at work...<br>


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


They won't be laughing much longer. Won't be any more of this 'No gnomes in the City Watch, Brevin'.


THE GOLD IS NOT FOR ME. THE GOLD IS FOR THE TOLL. I COLLECT THE TOLL. I COLLECT THE GOLD.


Effort


Sergeant told me to.


Well, that could have gone a lot worse - thanks for that.


Strange collar... it's got runes all over it.


Well, perhaps you'd be interested in finishing what they started?


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


<i>Boo.</i> Kingpin Boo! My friend - your wisdom is vast and unknowable as the Rashemi High Country!


Don't know Dror Ragzlin's name? Bit odd, don't you think, lads?


<i>Shitey little elephant</i>. Oh, um. I apologise, stranger, language like that hardly befits a rector of Ilmater.


Doubt you've done anything worth witnessing.


Can't see a thing.


I wonder if he can hear us.


Her family can usually look after themselves well enough, so I'm not too worried for them.


I could say the same of you. There is something about you that disturbs me.


There is a relic that General Thorm requires - he sent his most trusted advisor, Disciple Balthazar, to retrieve it.


<i>Brains?</i>


Agh... I felt that. Get away from me, gith!


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


My dark forces are at your command today. We have a common goal.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Wait, I know this head. It belongs to Dribbles the clown!


The waiting's getting to me. If we left, we could at least make a run for it.


Fair enough.


That old bone-bag Ketheric had some fancy junk stashed behind all the cobwebs and piles of gore.


Still as a statue. Trust Minsc, it is not so fun as it looks.


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Flagra!


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Loquere si tibi placet!


I'll introduce ya to my whole tribe and put in a good word for ya - see ya at the camp.


You needn't ask twice.


Healing you up.


Grymforge - naught born here but tragedy. HahaHEE!


No. I mean, I don't think so. Would you count a light spritz from a vial of jasmine dust as a pheremone?


Use his work... against him...


Your presence will be as obvious to it as a flame in the dark. If you insist on doing this, I will not be able to protect you.


Think this armour's real gold? Some Guildie offered me coin for it.


By Gruumsh! These customers look more ragged every day.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Ellie May - I've seen that name, etched on a tombstone.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Hey, look at that! Hmm... might be for the Counting House?<br>


The question is - where is the rest of him?


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Don't even mention drink...


Poor Karlach. She really suffers so terribly, death haranguing her from every angle. But it hasn't struck yet, has it?


That's incredible news. I won't ask for specifics as to how you uncovered that... but I'm grateful you've done whatever it takes.


By the hells, is that... a lava elemental? <br>


Para bellum!<br>v3


I'll take that.


Strangulation, perhaps. No matter - your glory will be sung, great Mahkloompah!


From one slaughter to the bloody next.


Macesce!


C'mon, pigeon. Back to your cage.


Lolth's sigils on every box. If this place wasn't already abandoned, I'd set it ablaze.


A stink of fey and fungus. A hag has made herself at home down here.


That True Soul did this. I was blind to miss the signs.


Death comes to all, and all that die come to me.


Aye. Bonecloak.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v5


Good. You should hate yourself - you're vicious and evil and cruel. Everyone who loves you will suffer and die!


I've seen them at work before. I wasn't alone in my mission - all those who were sent with me were slain by your peoples' blades.


Ah - so you did. I thought you were just squinting from the stink.


You care for the weak, True Soul. Most <i>curious.</i>


Boo? What do you <i>mean</i> their pockets are softer than mine?


Wherever we are, I don't like it.


Infiltrate the Towers, and Ketheric's downfall begins. What's more - you'll find the cure for that thing in your head.


Gods... This is it. The proof that I was right!


With the Oak Fathers' guidance.


Whatever you do - do not attempt the journey to Moonrise without his protection. I promise you, it will not end well.


As one does.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Tch. I'm sure Sorn will love you, though. He'll leave you wishing you'd asked for something tame.


Can't lie. It's a relief to have that old fart off my hands.


Bet I can crack that open.


Voss, to battle!


You can die on your own time.


Got camp bits and bobs from Danthelon's Dancing Axe.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Then do as you were ordered.


My, my.


Th-this one's all right, lads! Knows nothin' about no poisonin'!


The Absolute's agents are among us. Show no mercy!


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


Forever could only be a dream.


<i>It's not for everyone, but it is a wise choice for you. </i>


A bone. Dry and brittle.


*Another part of your glimmering birthright, for you to abuse as you please.*


I believe I'll have to kill you and ask again.


You're doing great. And everyone will be / so proud of you.


Can't you just heal yourself?


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


Et alibi!


And down goes the ward. Let's poke around.


Obedi me!


Reserve 'em now or there won't be any left!


Resisto frigus!


At least they've herded their last prisoner.


This Halsin sounds like a knowledgeable man. He studied illithid tadpoles in great detail.<br>


Hm. Perhaps something's missing?


Rest while you can. We have no more pilgrims to herd for a time.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


What about the gnome? Ain't we s'posed to bring him to -


Forward, only ever forward.


I've been asking myself the same question. I wouldn't be the first to interfere.


Signum arcanum!


Well. There's nothing for it, now - a fight it will have to be.


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


So cold... there's something coming. I can feel it in the shadows...


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Stuck from this side - I should look around.


Umbrae!


Ain't stayin' around here with this'n knocked cold out. Here's hopin' they'll grant mercy to one of their own.


There's an inscription on the ring. Looks like the same language as that book from earlier.


Don't just stare while you're still dressed, I mean. Come on, I kept up my end of the bargain - will you keep up yours?


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


Cheers! Now I can get me a fancy belt and <i>really</i> impress the lads.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


I, too, still hold some power, and I invest a portion of it in thee, who hath challenged the gods and now liveth to tell of it.


I warned you, didn't I? You ought to reconsider keeping her around, before she causes <i>real</i> trouble.


Dying Burning


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


That pod - is that Mizora inside?


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


I am prepared.


Make the hag go away. Kled can't take any more redcaps. <i>Can't.</i>


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


I can count on you to vouch for me, I hope.


*You hold her so tightly, enveloping her in your arms. Her heart starts to flutter faster, like that of a small animal.*


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


And he's always looked the exact same? No chance Jaheira's been swapping him out every few years?


*Sniff.* Blood. In the CIRCUS? Without BENJI? Aw.


Maybe I need more pockets.


A map of the Sword Coast? What are the gith planning?


Something <i>slimy </i>seems to be dripping from the rafters above.


That's not a good thing. That was going to be our way out of this.


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


I must deliberate. Go - enjoy your evening! I shall have work for you in the days to come.


Torre!


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Anything for a friend.


Let's see here.


The ungentle way, then.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


No cell can hold me for long.


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


Scab-licking vagrant!


Need a pick-me-up?


- goblinkind will attease you and frelk you, areaded!


There we have it. A Chosen of Bhaal. An ally of Gortash. Right under my nose.


Good idea, I think.


NO!


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


That door's radiating heat. Time for caution, I think.


The challenge thou posed to Mystra did not spare thee from thy fate - a soulless aspirant to the pantheon.


Nice staff. Properly wizard-ly.


I think it's very funny.


<i>The transformation will not be complete - the physical alteration in particular will be only partial. But your potential will certainly be amplified.</i>


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


*There is another. The abomination wrapped in flesh you saw in the colony. Orin.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Now, I always tell children that they're special. That each and every one of them is <i>unique</i>.


A pity I cannot say the same for Isobel. She may have been Ketheric's daughter, but she was my world entire.


Stop right there, you! I've got a prison cell with your name on it.


Away, <i>insect.</i>


Ferio!


Stop being such a pain in the scales.


We can question the assailant later, once he comes round, but I think I have it now.


What <i>exactly </i>are you implying? You bleeding hearts are always painting us as monsters - We don't want them <i>dead</i>.


Clustered fires and tents - the Absolute's army is camped here. Better not press my luck.


This thing even work?


Yuck.


And what you need from the House is in the Archive. NOT HERE.


You listening?


What foolishness is this?


Recovered <br>V2


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


Attack Critical<br>var3


Lend an ear?


*You learn nothing from the slate.*


Dead drow, publicly displayed. The duergar are sending a message.


That much is obvious. But - <i>why</i>?


Come children, one and all. Come, and know peace.


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


You have me at a disadvantage. Let me correct that.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Extra Recovered <br>V3


I must prepare. Soon he will ascend and all must be ready for him.


Help? Cut. Hurt!


*The arm component wields the mighty Watcher Sword, but is also fitted with a foldout Harpoon Bow for ranged combat.*


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' And those who read this are bored to death.


There's something I need to ask you. Something terrible, something greedy, something unreasonable.


Ha! No, my love, I'm not jealous of the tiefling.


Hope we made the right choice. <br>


Thank you. It would mean everything to the grove. To me.


They were innocents. To kill them would have been an even greater crime.


Vlaakith's demise? <i>Shka'keth</i>. I should run you through for suggesting it.


Best wait until I have the amulet - he'll want to be here for this.


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


Keep going!


And we don't take kindly to people who meddle in our business.


So much blood. The illithids take what's useful and discard the rest.


Looks like there was a struggle here.


Peri!


I would gladly join you in the fight. Leave one of your other allies here, and I shall.


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


Your nose is better than mine, pal.


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


Please just go home - you're ruining a perfectly uneventful posting with this nonsense.


How the flames always mesmerise the soul.


Father shall be proud, indeed. Go to him, and present your sister as an offering. There isn't a moment to lose.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


The wizard's a veritable geyser of rage. Provoke him, and he'll erupt.


Saer.


Anyone would have done the same.


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


...and certainly better than I did while languishing in the goblins' cages.


Schematics... sketches... maps.


Gah! Why can these mages not use locks of honest, flimsy iron?


Do what you can, little guy!


Indeed.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Sorry, sweetheart. This is me-time.


Tell me, <i>istik</i>, does this sound familiar?


Good advice - If I had two copper, I'd owe you one.


Place is overrun with gnolls.


Effort v9


I suppose I owe Nightsong some thanks for speeding up the process.


Nicely handled. Those rothé old sweethearts of yours or something?


What is this bright tower? Strange.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Research on the nature of the shadow curse. Good to know.<br>


The engravings on the ring match the language on that strange door. I still can't read it, though.


As good a moment as any.


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


Shadowheart. Your tresses are... different. It suits you - though in truth, I cannot imagine much <i>does not </i>suit you.


Let's go.


You again! You're becoming a bit of a regular aren't you? Not complaining, not complaining!


Orin relished tormenting this poor soul.


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


Sounds like there's gold inside. Their proceeds?


It's finished. Fuckin' hell, the city's changed.


Ah! My finger.


Victory v2


Magical protection. Probably local. Time to have a nose around, see what can be done.


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


This tower will hide a great number of magic valuables, should we care to look.


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


Squeak, friend!


Foolish. This whole place is on edge. Cause trouble and they'll turn on you - the <i>outsider</i>.


Mate, you'd be late to your own funeral. Look, skip the date, and I'll take you out next time we port, all right?


He's... he's really gone, then. That means...


Let's <i>mash</i> 'em!


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


Thank you! Mmn. Thank you...


But we don't need luck, for we have something far greater: courage, nerve - and a reason to win.


Duke Ravengard, enthralled and imprisoned.


Look busy or they'll set you lifting too. And whatever's inside is heavy.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Gods forgive me.


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


Greetings, your most excellent drow-ness. What do you think of these breeches? Could be a new uniform.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


The road to Baldur's Gate. Choked with monsters - or it was.


Well it depends - do you find yourself more hirsute at certain times, craving warm flesh? Actually no - spare your father the answer to that.


...Yonas?


I'd sooner swig a flask of acid than anything a goblin cooks up.


Efferve!


Return to Raphael. We must hear him out.


<i>Hush little elfling, thou need'st not look far...</i>


You would have been heroes if you'd only dealt fairly with me. Instead, you're not so different to doomed Karsus, over-reaching your limits, and burning your world to ash.


Get up, damn it!


The right decision.


Mutatis mutandis!


He had best not linger, or he'll attract attention - and questions.


I spoke the damned passphrase, brought the bloody hands - let me <i>in</i>!


Blessed Umberlee saw fit to spare her an ignoble death, but her passing was not as the Wavemother intended.


Take cover, it's coming for us!


<i>Mrag. </i>It... it doesn't matter now, I suppose. You have nothing to apologise for.


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


Silence is all you can muster? An extraordinary show of contempt from one I've called ally.


I know a way, yes. Soon, you will be in the Absolute's presence.


No.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Es praedae mei!


We... we could say a prayer. We should have time for that.


Now. You've shown me how well you can sniff out secrets. It's time you turned that nose upon Ketheric, no?


But I need <i>something</i> back, understand?


Like I said, save my kin. And if you kill any greys along the way, you won't see tears from me.


Oh. A new face. How fun.


*You recognise the mark of the dark goddess Shar on the broken helmet. This army marched in her name.*


*The price of freedom runs higher than you thought. A prison cell beckons...*


What is this place?


A hospital. Doubt anyone's been healed around here in a long time...


...The sweet release of death.


Never wanted the easy path.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Don't go botherin' my pigeon! He's <i>mine.</i>


Right. Next time a witty fop insinuates himself into our good graces, I'll check his breath for copper first.


Shoo, now! Off to see Elminster with you.


But you failed to retrieve Orin's Netherstone. What a waste.


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


*Your hands shake as they reach upward. Your forehead remains drenched, no matter how much you wipe.*


Your parents are right through that door, in the Chamber of Loss. Where they have been all along. You saw them many times, only we made you forget.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


I don't like it, but if it comes to that, I suppose... we have it as an option.


The Blade of Avernus!


Saer Stone Lord. Minsc. Any... progress on that gold?


She went too far, but at least she had a plan.


I'm talking.


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Unsurprising, really. Fanatical cultists tend to care more for ambience than aesthetics.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


Minsc is no thief! It was all Boo's idea.


Moonrise... Towers...


Fall, damn you!


Well to the hells with you, then. Guards - weapons!


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


That the jingle of coin I hear? You've timed it well, my friend.


Please do - I would <i>love</i> to have you for supper.


And so I decided that you must die.


I have something to ask.


Laughter Maniacal


My my - it's you<i>.</i> Disciple Z'rell will be most pleased to meet the person who took down all those Harpers. She was <i>delighted </i>when our scouts reported your victory.


Careful - there's monsters on the loose. And I ain't talking about worgs and ogres.


Good. No telling how many lives he might yet have taken. Tonight, the Coast breathes easier.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Unfair of me, perhaps, but I've had few encounters with drow to make me think otherwise.


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


Good to know love is on the table though.


I would see that vampire burn, no matter what the cost.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


It was called the Unburdening, I know that! As for anything else about it, I can't remember. Of course.


At my mercy.


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


Jaheira, she tried to make me... I almost...


Chef Roveer still hears squeaking. Why do you not kill rats? Rats too tough?


They just keep coming. Hurry!


This is not the right moment.


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


Do not fade.


Why don't you find your own stretch of wall to die on?


For now, they act as a defensive wall of steel, but their true purpose is conquest. Mechanised slaughter.


Hunter... reaver... warrior of... the Absolute...


You have my attention.


Unless she's taken to dyeing her hair, I'd call it accurate enough.


She didn't kill your brother, Arka. You're better than this.


Eh? Then you got business needs seeing to, don't ya?


Resisto frigus!


*The dead of the Emerald Enclave. They lay here ever since their war against Ketheric Thorm.*


Of course it's dangerous - but that's hardly a unique quality when it comes to the purposes we've pursued together.


<i>I do not intend to shatter its protection. </i>


Attack


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


I won't be caught and dragged back like some animal.


I left the blood inside, the pelt unskinned. But I had such plans for this one, and the blade was made to slice...


Stand, and prove your worth.


Ugh. I don't know what I slept on, but my neck's killing me.


Scratch really gave that ball life.


Oi! This town's ours.


Gods, though I've become untouchable, my precious treasure has been violated still.


Stay alert - that's a trap.


This is it! This is the park!


I paid the price of angering the wrong devil.


Your perfect instincts force your knife-arm. You know that well from the bard.


To Ramazith's Tower they were meant to take me. Ho! Won't Lorroakan be surprised when Dame Aylin trounces him in his own citadel.


Perhaps - if we can find Thaniel's lost half, and make him whole again.


Easy does it.


But I've found that there is as much to learn from an individual as there is from a community.


Walk in death.


<i>What I didn't anticipate was how exhausting you would be.</i>


I don't know. Lunch?


Good idea, I think.


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


Shadowheart, no!


He knew about the Absolute. I thought little of it at first - but as usual he realised the danger before anyone else did.


*You aren't convincing enough. This guard wants you locked up.*


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


So instead: know you're outmatched. Know what you're willing to give. And <i>mind your manners</i>.


I would rather share my camp with goblins again.


This champion holds the key to its defeat. Stand by for orders, Voss. Answer to them as you would answer to me.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


*His hands close around the air next to your face, as if he's taking the hands of someone taller.*


He already has.


*A violent vision grips you: duergar - dark dwarves - chopping myconid remains.*


I won't let you suffer.


The violence pleases Bhaal. The domination pleases me. Your slaves may stand, the better to bear witness.


Quiet. The rope is knotted tight - do not distract me.


Risum teneatis?


This is nothing but junk!


*A hero of Baldur's Gate who fought alongside Jaheira during the Time of Troubles. Minsc is a legend.*<br>


In short - you are dead, and your soul is <b>his</b>.


*This being - the colony itself - burns to rage, to tear these impostors from its core. And instead it rests, like a docile pet.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Effort v2


Sent by Mephistopheles... distract naughty son.


At once.


We should go. I do not want to face the master if we're late for his Black Mass.


Death take you, vile creature.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


I'd like to find somewhere peaceful, with my parents close by. Away from the city, perhaps.


Grotesque things. I will rip their claws clean off!


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


What is this liquid?


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


They got a grove to the east. Past the ruins and over the bridge.


I'm not normally impressed by people of your stature, but you're stronger than I gave you credit for.


Recovered <br>V2


Loquere si tibi placet!


No... no, she is just good at keeping still.


Fair. Rude, but fair.


We have both failed Bhaal, let us die again, this time by each other's hands in his holy site. Each breath you take is an insult to him.


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


<i>I hope this girl has grown a backbone. Otherwise, I'll have to send her back where she came from.</i>


Don't wait up, Gherva - it might take me a while to crawl back home with two busted knees.


Ah - I was hoping to bump into you sooner or later.


Our enemies spread like rub-rot - treat one patch, and two more bloom in its place.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


More of those wretched things.


Damn you. Damn it!


Ha! Fear, thou must not.


Behave yourself. Saz's vouchin' for you. You mess up, you <i>and </i>Saz'll get it.<i></i>


Ha! You're a far cry from such things. But if I fooled your nose, I must be doing something right.


As for your current predicament - it doesn't matter to me who holds the Netherstones, so long as they they are mine to claim once the brain is dispatched.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


No turning back time now.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Then when the <i>kith'raki</i> come for me - and come, they will - I will submit to their blades.


Victims of the shadow curse. At least they were afforded a burial.


Find it, and let it set its path before you.


It will be strange, to answer to a different leader. The Mother Superior has ruled this place for as long as I've known it.


The dance macabre.


No curse in here. Wonder why.


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


I'd like to say I don't need the charity, but... just promise me you'll take care of it.


Going forward, stay your hand. In her death, we'll find neither purpose nor pleasure.


Can't talk now. Arka needs me.


I'm on your side. I have been since the very beginning.


Besides, I - I don't have it with me. So I can't.


Infernal machinery, anyway. Smells like it's running awfully hot. Might be burning out a piston ring - or leaking oil.


Wa-hey! Such an eager fan. Take a seat at the front, why don't you? The show is about to start!


Blasted wolves. They always make me feel like that scared little girl all over again...


Vae victis!<br>v3


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Thank you... now how the hell do we get out of here?


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Everyone likes dogs!


Gods, this is bloody uncomfortable.


You're not my mummy - don't tell me what to do.


That motif on the wall - it's the same flower from the key we found.


*Though you seek repose, you needn't spend the night alone.*


Unless you have anything <i>new</i> of your own to share, I must get back to my sample. It's drying out.


That cambion friend of yours went through a lot of trouble to get you them coins.


What's in here?


I cannot absolve you, even if you are repentant.


<i>DEAL! HA! </i>Tricked you. Enjoy the read, sucker.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


I stand to serve nature.


Was there anything else? I should really get back to my research.


Give it time. I had to wait for - oh, I don't even know how long - to catch a glimpse...


You did?! That's incredible! You ought to let me return the favour. We can team up - evict this parasite, then take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


Oh, it's all part of the service. <i>Everybody</i> answers.


Remove yourself, if you are so easily offended. This is not your concern.


But not yours alone to walk.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


ARABELLA.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


*As for Vlaakith's <i>kith'raki</i>, let them come.*


Here we go again.


Effort v2


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Have fun with the slaves while I'm stuck here.


A clown's arm - Dribbles', no doubt.


Mors certa!<br>v3


Don't struggle - you are exactly where you wanted to be.


Don't make me burn you to a crisp.


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


Why, that's not at all foreboding.


That's Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. I didn't think anyone still worshipped him.


*Better to pursue your own path. The orb troubles you no more. Mystra is silent and Elminster brings no ill tidings. You are free, it seems. There is no greater power.*


Oh no, lead on Gale. I'll follow where the wind blows.


Drunk <br>V3


A quiet little word.


*Whatever power the artefact possesses, it shows no sign of it now.*


<i>Zhentarim, show yourselves.</i>


A little extra bite.


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


<i>Ugh</i>. This isn't good.


Which worg upchucked you?


Allow me.


No ordinary creature did this. Redcaps ripped the place to pieces.


A single mortal soul... tossed as the errant coin. So it shall be.


Nothing frightens me. Not anymore.


Enough of that - we need to be in fighting shape.


We certainly won't. I might start pre-emptively staking visitors through the heart.


Don't worry, I'll help.


I need to examine him. I need to understand what's wrong. It's almost like something's <i>missing </i>from him.


It makes me dangerous - even in death.


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


You're a person with many faces.


I don't know. We'll need a place to feed. Where can we go?


Come on then.


Perhaps sending a strongly worded letter would be a good place to start?


You, who have come to find the wicked favour of your goddess. Go on - show me your dagger, your sword, your knife.


Hardly the home of a sweet, generous soul. It might be worth looking into his 'donations' - who knows what he's been giving?


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Imagine where we'd be without them - the city would be overrun. They're all that's keeping this cult at bay.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Feculent beast!


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


This body... a sacrifice, or some kind of display?


Not a thing. Don't hold back.


Won't budge.


Besides, given my propensity towards verbosity, it surely can't be a surprise that I have a practised tongue.


*You remember his small cruelties. You remember his sadistic whims. And you remember the long night he spent carving 'poetry' into your back.*


Dying Burning<br>v3


Erm. Hi. It's me. Yenna. You remember me, right?


I have this - I didn't want to let go of it.


DRAGON BASKET IS GONNA EAT YOUR BABIES.


Very well. Let's do all we can to help her.


These corpses are arranged with a certain sort of gruesome flair...


Pigeon blood. I wonder if Bhaal is behind this heinous crime.


I love you. Will you be mine - today, and tomorrow, and reaching into eternity?


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Of course.


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


He <i>what</i>? Astarion - you're a vampire?


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


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


Cresceat scientia!


Come on then, <i>mragreshem! </i>


That rune looks - unsteady. Something's wrong.


No... Ulma... leader of my tribe...


Of course if that's not enough - if you need something more - perhaps this isn't for you?


I did what I had to. A pity you don't see that.


<i>Tsk. </i>I'll just have to <i>imagine</i> your friends' horrified looks if we'd done it.


Here, we give thanks to Ilmater. Well, we <i>did, </i>until our high priest... Until he...


D'you hear? Stone Lord bloody slipped Nine-Fingers' net, <i>again</i>.


After all, a brief expedition into the bookshelves of Sorcerous Sundries is a small price to pay to save an entire city. Even if you aren't a fan of reading.


You're not supposed to be here!


You speak words of command, yet your voice quivers. You are no follower of the Black Hand.


I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that thing. Maybe that's what happened to those gith nearby.<br>


No mercy - they had their chance!


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


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


Vis medicatrix!


Looks like those two are about to fight...


Closed Mouth Effort v4


I say we head to Last Light. There's a wine bottle calling my name.


Out, foul deformity!


It's a poem. A gift from my old master, Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas.


What in the hells happened? I feel so weak...


We delivered the devil. Now I want what I'm owed - we had a deal.


SmileClosed<br>var 5


I'd scamper sharpish - I've seen what the Warden does to the insubordinate. Leave, before she catches you.


You are a bard, are you not? Master of charms, and the only wit sharp enough to find rhymes for words such as 'courage', and 'victory', and 'Minsc'!


Believe. Don't believe. Fork doesn't care.


I said I was on my break. Bloody exhausted as it is without having to make chit-chat with strangers.


What in the - we need to be out there, not in here. Let's bust this thing open - now.


The Wavemother rewards those who submit to her will.


Not everyone made it out alive.


I'll try to use small words.


Burned from the inside out. Must've been our warlock friend.


We are. Yet there is a burden to being the survivor... the witness to others' tragedies. It only grows heavier with time.


My... father... learned... from his father... who learned... from his father...


I must see to her at once!


Now that's not good.


I don't believe in sacrifices for a lost cause.


Might be useful.


Caveat incantator!


Cal could still be alive, he could still be in Moonrise!


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


Master Lorroakan will lead me to my destiny. A destiny I <i>deserve</i>. My magic is yours, master - say the word.


Look at us - we are no threat. Let us go, we'll vanish into the Undercity, you'll never see us again. I beg you!


That's far enough.


Attack<br>var 4


Dodge
v2


That's one outlandish blade. Githyanki, I reckon.


I hate you, Master. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.


If you have coin, then show it.


Easy, I've got you.


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


The traitor prince is dead, and we carry his power. <i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai!</i>


If you discover any, do share. When I am stronger, <i>we</i> are stronger.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


I know this rune. An enterprising Harper has hidden supplies nearby.


Et alibi!<br>v2


*Your parasites resonate. You feel Lae'zel's ecstasy as she moves to kneel before her queen.*


Ten.


Please - don't!


True. But not half the horror he had earned.


The light - it's happening. Ketheric is about to get a long overdue arse-kicking - I can <i>feel </i>it.


Best to stay out of its way.


Wot are we waitin' for? Spears are sharp, the lads are all riled up an' ready!


I am faring exceptionally well given the circumstances.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


*You have to rid yourself of the tadpole. Shar herself is counting on you.*


Ye gods, this guy is begging to get smacked.


Moonlight, guidance, <i>tides</i>... how fascinating. Consider me converted, Selûne.


Strange collar... it's got runes all over it.


But if we stray too far that our chance is lost, I'll make my way there alone.


<i>This is an elder brain no longer. The magic of the crown has caused it to evolve. </i>


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


She stood by me even as the Hells' fires lapped at my feet. You must free her.


Sweet child, you bore the pain like a true believer.


Come now - aren't you going to introduce yourself?


I bet Gale will want to take a look at this staff.


That thing - a monster hiding in plain sight.


The situation's tense, clearly. I bet these folks could use a few helping hands.


*But be careful lest you pen a tragic sequel to your tale.*


Of course you can...


I considered going to make nice with Wyll, but I thought he might want a little space from little old me.


That blade was forged in magic. No doubt Gale will want it.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


They paid more than their share.


Remarkable that this stayed hidden all this time.


Death won't take me yet.


Recovered <br>V2


We have thwarted the Grand Design, and I have slain the traitor prince. My loyalty is beyond question.


Traitor. Say not one word to me.


<i>Satisfaction? No. You left me no choice. </i>


Diminue!


It doesn't look defective, but its magic aura is too faint for it to operate.


As a matter of fact, I do. But why do <i>you?</i>


I'll get you out of there.


Still, if you insist on adoring me, then who am I to stop you?


That gem must fit upon the altar from earlier. Lady Shar guides me.


Wheyy!


There's a point where bravery becomes stupidity. And walking into that would be very, very stupid.


Better save any rescue attempts until dawn. Darkness is no ally in the pursuit of such an enemy.


Promise me!


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Never!


Gods, what a mess I've made of it all.


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


Disguises. The Sharrans like to go unnoticed.


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


All three of thy hirelings wait in thy camp.


First they take her friend, then they steal her face. Some people just don't understand boundaries...


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Tuebor!


Good to have the wizard back with us. Thanks to him, my Common vocabulary has grown considerably.


*The presence within sobs. The hag is gone. He's trapped in this door, this wooden prison - forever.*


Effort v12


And it seems that the inhabitants of the grove trust you - we can use that against them.


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


Perhaps, but we both got what we wanted, didn't we?


Gods, what a mess.


Now answer - what is your true purpose?


Resarcio!


They are an agent of the Grand Design. Sent to sabotage the Astral Prism - our last defence against the return of the Illithid Empire.


But what good am I if I can't do this... this one thing?


I don't care for mushrooms on a plate, never mind... like that.


Take care now, sweetie.


Do you want me to?


I am. I'm makin' plans.


Closed Mouth Effort


You there! Hello!


With your bones rotting beneath your father's hall - your name remembered by <i>none</i>.


You should be more careful.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Once the city is saved, we'll rebuild it better than ever. With Ironhand invention at its very foundation.


Aridissimus!


Too bad for them I did.


Never by choice.


Just once, I'd like to teleported to a nice feather bed.


Dying Burning<br>v2


I'll die before I submit to you, or your pitiful god.


This must have been quite a view, once.


Better not be cursed.


I can't see a thing.


There - in the cage!


A wooden mask, perhaps of some cultural significance?


What lies within?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Laughter Maniacal


But I understand. Pain is something that requires <i>commitment</i>, wouldn't you say?


The Steel Watch has fallen - I must be vigilant.


<i>Oh but it is. This one has only just transformed. It is weak, vulnerable - its potential ripe for harvesting.</i>


You licked a dead spider. Dead spider. You licked it. That is something that happened.


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


More owlbear eggs... already hatched. No point in taking these.


I wonder why this one isn't working.


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


Perhaps you are more like my usual customers than I thought.


Gods damn it. You almost make me forget myself.


I was all too eager to surrender my responsibilities towards the grove... and now it has been sealed away from the world. Perhaps I was never meant to be Archdruid - to be a leader.


Huh. Where's Karlach?


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


If I wanted to spare Geraldus the same headaches, well... you know now why I needed him to be sure this is the life he wants.


Recovered <br>V2


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


Right. That seems to have worked.<br>


You did it - you killed him. Ketheric Thorm. My... my father.


*Where torches protect mortal souls from a shadow curse, dousing one is considered a crime.*


Can't read this script.


Within the city, an elder brain brimming with power, ready to turn everyone within its reach into mind flayers. All it needs is an order.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


Only allies. Nothing more.


Vile creatures. Nothing that's born of a corpse should be allowed to live.


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


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


I can only imagine. It may take a little time before I'm fit to give many answers though. Forty years in captivity have left my mind... cobwebbed. But it will clear, given some rest.


A warrior like you could lift their spirits.


Te absolvo!


Over there.


I think it is past time Obelia and I left this city - there is nothing for us here now.


That drow, Nere, is going to be on his last gasp unless someone digs him out. Though not necessarily our concern, of course.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Sounds like random butchery. If I kill, it has to be with purpose.


What's a few coins? The sister won't miss them.


You can't die - not like this!


Take heart, my friend.


Someone came to me and promised to protect me while claiming that the parasite could <i>empower</i> me.


One of the Nine Hells.


Go on, you're not afraid of getting a little wet, are you?


Resisto mortem!


Amicus animalis!


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


What are you doing?! No!


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Seems odd that the gith set up base in an abandoned monastery.


Erm... right.


It was so clever of your grandparents to build there.


Burning through our oil, but it should just about do.


Have to keep going.


For once.


An assault on Moonrise is brewing - time is not on our side, I fear. We find Thaniel soon.


Bloodied ring... Guess the killer didn't want jewellery.


If so, they'll hunt us to the far ends of this cursed land.


I'll take that.


Nice view.


Rejoice, kin! Lady Shar has cleansed her church, and deemed <i>us </i>worthy.


Don't you think I deserve a little better than that?


I'm merely being practical.


Human, certainly. A god, perhaps? Why would gnomes make such a thing?


Be ready. Whoever - or whatever - did this could be close.


Shadowheart needs to speak to her more than I do. Better wait until she is free.


Won't shed tears over a goblin, but still - not a pretty scene.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


So what if I was? Cal and Lia could be there!


Time to meet your maker.


Why do I get the feeling the punishment will be far, <i>far</i> worse than the crime?


So that is why you did it.


*It seems that spell might well be your last...*


Effort v6


Ketheric has the wrath of the heavens upon him now. And no hope of resurrection.


Secreti umbrarum!


Aye aye, commander.


No doubt it will be - abominably so. As is just about everything we do. But I know we're up to the task. What do you say...?


I'm fine with anything that keeps you from transforming any further.


<i>You think you know my true nature?</i>


And away I go.


Not easily rattled, I see. Good. Makes the next part that much more straightforward.


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


Effort v4


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I - I live once more. The Dread Lord's plaything no longer.


Use that too. Your entire body is a weapon.


Colour me curious.


Beneath... locked by runes...


Hey! Don't do that to my patient!


Goodbye.


Do you feel it? Avernus. Where Hells' legions march, screaming their rage. Where the Styx collects the blood of the fallen.


An expert kill - and a painful one.


Free... for now.


It is good to see the fallen buried well. Especially in this cursed land.


Closed Mouth Effort


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Wicked magic sleeps in this cowl... I think I had better consume it for my own good.


Bled... hollowed... emptied... alive... was still alive...


Hush. They're coming.


Gods... How terrible...


If you recall nothing else of my time with you, let it be this: you were <i>most</i> special to me. And it will be your face I picture, when the end comes.


Seco!


Esurio!


*You sense there's more to his anxiety than a few missing letters.*


*The Steel Watcher's powerful spring-loaded leg components enable it to leap with surprising agility.*


What are you doing...? Stop!


Now, now. I do think that's enough. When you see what I've been working on, bygones will all be bygones, I assure you.


Unless I am sensing... <i>doubt</i>?


Maybe you'll even be allowed into the Absolute's ranks.


Time was, no one dared touch a caravan bearing our colours.


Nothing hurts any more.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


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


I shouldn't linger.


Stealing someone's friend <i>and </i>their face? Boundaries clearly mean little to this lot.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Flies to catch. Water to swim!


Hope you don't regret throwing over all this fire for all that hot air. One'll get you through winter, the other'll recite you a lot of codices. But hey. To each their own.


Got it! Looks like it might belong to the Counting House...


A githyanki. Head removed. They tortured her for information, then made sure the corpse couldn't help anyone else...


I give you leave to go - so be gone. And do not call upon Ramazith's Tower again. When I see its services might be of use to you, I will rally of my own accord.


Orin's bloody nest, by the look of it.


Barbarian Idle Roars


But it's good to see you're making progress.<br>


In my experience, it's best to pay for the beds before sleeping in them.


Now, you're <i>very </i>special. As special as can be! Does anyone know why?


Awaken, little one - flower and bloom, as I know you can.


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


Perhaps we'd better leave it at that. My ineloquent tongue isn't worthy of your ear at present.


I'd like to think that would've happened anyway.


*Then you're lost in visions of demonic armies, as you tear through a landscape of fire and blood.*


Must be in one of these chests.


Sure it's not the hellfire?


The people may not appreciate you now that you're a grotesque freak, but I do.


You manage to pick these locks, and I owe you a pint.


A spot of bother.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Ah, well - that was a, erm, most unusual, um, circumstances being what they are... ahem.


Forgive me, cousin. I... forgot myself.


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


Young Molly and Timothy, who we've recently taken charge of. Their parents... Well. War leaves the nastiest scars.


Well, well, excuse me while I die of a broken heart.


We'll have to keep an eye out for more.


Don't panic - just keep running.


In fact, if you ain't with the Absolute, I reckon you're more like the <i>enemy</i>.


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


We still have the tadpole - we could become illithid and assimilate Orpheus.


Phew. Too close for comfort.


Thank you <i>so much</i> for your interest but it's really none of your concern, is it, hm? Excuse me.


Need a little boost?


Hey Borgus - this snooper's up in my brain. Time they learn a thing or two!


Just - just keep quiet.


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


The beady eye of tiny Sceleritas is upon you, do not forget that.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


*The murderous glare of a redcap - a fey creature known for its bloodlust - greets you. He seems unaware that his illusion has failed.*


Looks like you need a little help.<br>


I am free. Never to be captured again.


But I can take a hint. Good luck out there. You're gonna need it.


Attack


What little I know of githyanki courtship suggests Lae'zel will not wish to share you. And nor do I.


Leave no trace.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Made it. Go speak to the boss.


What are you... wait. <i>I know you. </i>


Perhaps we'll meet again. If you survive, that is.


Then make the sacrifice useful. Guard your Mystra, or come for my Cyric.


<i>...when you call the last light down...</i>


You were a fool to come back here.


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


A comfy little den. Even as a girl, Shadowheart carved out a place for herself.


Horrific as this place is, seeing someone cut down by their own minions is always funny.


Can't risk being in open view.


Didn't I make myself clear? Get out. Now.


Locomotion<br>var 2


Imbecile. Stay <i>back</i>!


I am blessed to be without a tadpole - the brain's hold must be strong here.


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


Deal with it how? I hate to pull rank, but I was once Mystra's Chosen. Destroying magic like this was my bread and butter.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Magis amica veritas!


Nulla salus!


Step on a plate, trigger a light above that door. A code.


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


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


Huh. And why would you be so inclined?


A Harper and a druid, judging by the heraldry. Died together.


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


Glad to see you made it. I am, indeed I am.


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


*These beings are kuo-toa - former mind flayer slaves that manifest their gods through sheer <i>belief</i>.*


Well, generosity is always a noble virtue - whether it be in the streets, at the charity box, or betwixt the sheets.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


I'll just help myself.


What?


Provided we can figure out how to do that, of course...


This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it.


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


More than I thought would be possible, considering the short time we had...


See the armour? Not a clerk.


I'll, er... tell you what I know. But not here. Too many eyes, ears, and weapons about. Meet me at your camp.


Blood stains your skin and your garb. Unmistakable.


*As you turn to leave, you realise the other child does too. She looked nervous.*<br>


Well well, what have we here.


Vlaakith's will be done.


You survived a hag once - you can't be broken. You <i>won't.</i>


Good! You shall make him magnificent, my darling - I know it.


*While your body starts to feel clean, the blood doesn't seem to leave.*


Brain juice smells like PISS and IRON. NO. LIKE.


What a day. I could really use some shut-eye.


More or less.


You met her? So she filled you with lies.


I... I am a servant of Shar. My home is a secret cloister in Baldur's Gate. I need to bring that artefact back there, no matter what.


Deep gnome make, but the design is anything but. What was this fort?


*You will see those gates again. That promise sinks deep into your heart as your eyes drift shut.*


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


But if this is part of a contract, it must be powerful. Or valuable. Or both.


I miss my dog.


Dying Burning<br>v2


What ails you - marsh fever? Featherlung? Be quick - I've not got all day.


*The lich queen doesn't intend to reward Lae'zel, but to devour her. Vlaakith speaks only in lies.*


Strange marking. What's it mean?


Believe me, it won't take long. Let's go mop 'em up real quick and take it from there. Come on! It'll be fun.


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


More of the same.


I didn't think you'd the stones to bash that wretch's head in! So now, not only am I a-fumble, but I owe you, of all people, thanks.


Help! I'm being attacked!


Thank you. But I owe you more than that. I need to help you understand just what this could mean for us.


This place wasn't built for the living.


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


Cudo!


*You see a name etched into the leather - 'Scratch'.*


Gods, it's refreshing to share the company of someone who sees things the same way I do.


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


Here you go.


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Poor Karlach. She can finally seek out the touch of another... only to be told she might not have much time left.


Careful! No stone-scent. No stone-sound. Strange-stone here.


I think that disturbed something's slumber...


What odd markings. Ritualistic, perhaps.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


We can't confront the brain without all three stones.


Good point. I hadn't thought of that.


Flagello!


Contract...


I will not leave you like this.


<i>Liar. </i>Boys - destroy him!


Unfortunate. But if you'll only listen a moment, you'll see we want the same thing.


It's too late to change your mind now, True Soul.


We'll figure something out.


Effort


*Goddess of the moon and stars, her words and light have long helped wanderers to find their way. Perhaps it could help you, too.*


Irretio in sphaera!


Must have been fishing when these monsters came. Bad luck.


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Never seen that before.


*It's disgusting, but otherwise unremarkable.*


I think I'll try my hand at landscape painting. I've heard the Chult Peninsula has the most splendid sunsets.


Very well then.


But as you are here, it would be a shame to waste the audience.


Pigeon feathers. Perhaps belonging to one of the post house's flock?


I'm glad we can face them together. If we become Dark Justiciars, we'll have Lady Shar's highest blessing, and her arsenal at our disposal. Let's explore.<br>


Shar, guide my hand.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Like what?


Voco spicae!
v3


Indeed.


Florrick... we had better send her body home.


*You've been spotted.*


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


Why must the Dead Three be so obvious and ugly with their decor? Blood and bones. Bones and blood. Pointy nonsense. Now Lady Shar - she has <i>panache</i>.


Are you here to see Auntie? Sorry the place is such a mess.


Let's not forget the wine - I want to flush out my brain, just to be <i>completely sure </i>the tadpole's gone.


Yes, I believe so. Terrible shame, really.


I'd probably be tucking Danis in by now. He never could hold his drink.


Lae'zel is still back there. Should I just abandon her?


I bet this idol's powerful enough for Gale to get something out of it.


The faithful will do <i>anything</i> in the name of their god.


Halt - this one is an ally of our Lady in Red.


So. Can you let the matter drop, or should I put you back to sleep permanently?


The circle will fall into darkness if we don't intervene.


I am truly sorry, Shadowheart.


That contraption is going to explode before I do. Away from here!<br>


*The beast focuses on his food - sternly ignoring you.*


You may proceed to the crèche.


An old code, Harper - but yes, you got it right. Now I need your report.


What are these grey feathers?


I won't lie: I wish it could be you and me. But... I get that it can't. I do.


You made a good decision, refusing that devil's contract.


An ally in need.


*The magic you just consumed offered some relieve, but the necrotic power within you is still hungry. You need more.*


Ah. I see something else pre-occupies you. Care to talk about it?


Ah. That's better.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Please, stay with me.<br>


We could be next! Incinerated in the name of the Absolute! <i>It's all happening!</i>


Nor did I account for some captives to be trapped in with the drow after the cave-in.


As they say in Waterdeep: in wine there is truth.


We must speak of recent events.


Perhaps you could wear a mask - say you're a leper, or have taken religious vows to conceal your face.


*It remains firmly closed as the presence huddles within.*


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Begone, putrid boil!


Finally some tunes!


You're old as sin, right Halsin? You must have lots of good stories.


The Overseers hold more than our lives hostage - they have our <i>families</i>.


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Extende!


This'll cure you.


Again. Swing-and-swing-and-parry-and-nnnGGH!


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


Is it really all for us?


Good, little thief, good. Keep going like this, and you'll get to live.


*The accusation is withdrawn. It's wisest <i>not</i> to accuse you of this particular crime.*


Honestly... I can't say I'm surprised.


The cave is just ahead. It was too much for us before, but... but if you could help us, True Soul... we may stand a chance.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Mayrina was right about you. Thank you - for saving her when I couldn't.


*The phrase sounds familiar but you can't quite recall where you heard it.*


The General has high expectations of you. You're exceeding them.


Recovered <br>V3


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Still nothing.


Nere. Does. Not. Fail.


I know you and Wyll have been getting close, by the way. I owe him a lot, but I don't owe him you.


<i>Witness perfection. Yield to it.</i>


Elminster-themed, eh? I'm almost flattered.


Can't believe the stupid dog isn't here to get the stupid ball.


Like a berserker lodge of my homeland. No army or militia, serving the local lords - but heroes, working for the common good!


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Another day, another fight.


Hold on! I'm coming.


Please, you've got a good heart. Just a few coins.


Hm. Convenient that a sorcerer would emerge from the darkness, of all places.


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


Macte virtute!


Selûnite rubbish.


Obliged. Shouldn't pose any problem for you.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


But now... now there's a choice to make.


Falling


Yes! We can play one-a-cup!


Go on already, ignite the powder!


You think I got worms for brains? You smarmy, arrogant little scrat!


Yeah, let's go deliver the good news.


Light on my feet.<br>


I'm not through with you yet.<br>


<i>Do not shame me with your doubts, child. I know your heart - your faith is true. When you strike this blow, a cleansing of my church will be unleashed, with you as my instrument.</i>


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


It looks so small from here.


Invoco te<br>v2


I am your shield.


Money... enough... to buy... peace...


Venenum!


I share your fear, but we cannot build plans on fear. We will have to act, for all our sakes.


Oskar asked this Carrion fellow for some help. I'd like to know what was said.


Shadows - thick as a duerro's skull. Sucks the breath right out of your lungs.


NO! YOU MUST PAY. YOU MUST PAY THE GOLD!


No matter, boy. I have another here. And I won't find the place disturbed at all, will I?


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Your health is my chore, it seems.


Oh no.


We can lay down later.


Easy, now - a piece of me will burn you going in <i>and </i>out.


*...then there is nothing. Only darkness and silence.*


Ooo, the istik wants to play. What do you say, Ra'jak, shall we play with the istik?


...get some air. Clear my head.


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


Better all 'round if you keep everyone in one piece up there. Trust me.


No - focus on your music. Besides, I'll be living a life of luxury when your school takes off.


Must be fresh. I can smell you from here.


Much obliged.


Wildflowers in bloom... A welcome sight, but a strange one...


Using a five finger discount.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


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


Frange!


What am I supposed to do here...?


Now you see me...


I have a way with mimics. Hold, creature! Hold! Why does it not listen?


*You perceive a faint hint of Klauthgrass, a herb that is said to elicit the truth. Jaheira smiles at you knowingly.*


What is that? Almost looks like someone was trying to grow a person.


I'm sure they're cowering in their heavily fortified tower knowing you're on the way.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


You foul-breathed little lizard!


I can close that up fast.


I don't understand. What's...?


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


But I've seen your people in battle. I reckon you are no mere warrior, but a godsdamned <i>army</i>. If anyone can overcome this tadpole, it's you.


Let's see.


Unless... unless ya listen to me. I can save ya.


Listen, I need to speak to you, to all of you. It would be unconscionable of me to remain silent.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? That field research must've been... <i>interesting</i>.


I won't tell you your business - but I hope you're right.


And I know you understand oaths, Gherva.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Falling


Good. To the hells with you.


This should burn going down.


Gods, we're terrible at this. This was supposed to be a first date, but it's all I can do to keep my hands to myself.


*Not to mention your father. Captured, enthralled. He will surely perish if you do not intervene. His last breath taken as a slave to the Absolute.*


Ow! Protective magic. Should have known. <br>


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


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


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


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


You are a champion. If this foe demands blood, then tear off its limbs and let it drink its own!


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Look at all this stuff...


*The eyes of authority have found you. Your presence is forbidden.*


No no no. I am not turning into one of those things.


What?!


Have you back on your feet soon.


But... perhaps saving the day will suffice for now. A better world can always follow, so long as we survive.


I've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire? You'd better keep those fangs to yourself.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Well praying didn't help...


What the hells are those things?!


The mask was a merregon's - an infernal warrior.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Well... I was hoping for more than that. My husband was carrying all our coin.


Ah. This is much nicer.


*You feel your goddess' presence once again. As her Chosen, you have already made the ultimate offering.*


Over here!


Surprisingly spacious. Must have been quite active in its heyday.


I couldn't stay in the grove with the others - just waiting to die. So I left.


Here, honey.


*This tombstone appears to be freshly carved. 'Fridrik Hhune. His last connection with this realm, severed.'*


Dying Burning


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Curious. I could never quite tell if she was proud of them or not.


Ah, our bloodthirsty interloper.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Alas, alack, a-rap-a-dash!


Ceremorphosis. What does it make you think of?


Nearly there now. You can see the city, up on the hill.


That was a brain-rattler. He'll be nursing his head for a tenday.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


*...Or you could find some other place to deploy them. Some other purpose, some other cause more befitting a mind flayer.*


But that will come later. There is a battle yet to be fought.


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


That horn can be heard half the world away - let's issue a challenge, shall we?


That's exactly what I said. He's going to be the death of this place, mark my words. Gregor thinks I'm biased.


If those thugs worked for the Guild, they can get away with whatever they like.


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


Err, what my friend means to say is that the witness must have been mistaken. Probably a drunk.


Whatever they were, those plans were interrupted by the dragons.


Nine-Fingers sends her love, arsehole. Your Stone Lord's a dead man walking.


What in the <i>hells</i> was that?


Step quick.


A ritual circle. The kind of place Moonlanterns are crafted, most likely.


*You spot a curious metal contraption in the water - a submersible.*


Confusio!


The long and short of it was I didn't want to risk my neck. I let them get on with the nightmare, same as I had to.


We raise a glass to Gale. Perhaps the Elfsong still stands? <br>


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


He's... with Edowin now, right? He's with the Absolute.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


You did a brave thing, saving those people in the grove.


Do I hear... music?


Attack Critical<br>


Hurt Critical<br>var2


*The memories blacken into oblivion, only to be replaced by a number.*


Unless this 'evil' can get us out of here, I don't want to hear about it.


I'm strategisin'.


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


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


I can't even see a lock to pick.


Deliciously feral. Now hold that Urge and save it for the battlefield.


Cut me loose!


Do you know, I think we have given offence.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Timmasks - known to cause confusion. Best not get too close.


Wheey! Now we're talking.


Oi!


Then make room. None among your allies can compare to me.


Is that... a human arm? Do I even want to know?


Shite.


Ragzlin's... settlement...


I told you to stay away from the githyanki. But you just couldn't help yourself, could you?


*The corpse says nothing. Its dead eyes convey no pain, only acceptance.*


Desperation<br>var 4


It's a poem. A gift from my old master, Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas.


The guy who owns this house was tampering with toys meant for the refugees!


Hah! You know why I let this turnip cling to me, after all these years?


<i>So it is thoughten, so let it be done.</i>


I didn't think that would work. This shadow curse is something else.


Searching.


I don't have anything fancy, but you're welcome to take a look.


A lot of us were in Avernus. We saw you fighting. You were so <i>good!</i>


I'm never allowed sweet things right before bed.


I won't forget the wounds I've inflicted. I trust Silvanus will heal them in time.


<i>And my engine, it's... it's... </i>silent.


I was thinking I could make us safe. A foolish notion, to think we'd find comfort in shadow.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>var2


I - I don't know. It could be a tenday.


Well, the kids can be a touch grabby... but it's better than being out <i>there</i>.


Dolor!


Dost thou require anything else?


Mystra.


Deure!


Just out of view.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


<i>It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!</i>


Ketheric was a follower of Myrkul. Which means the Absolute is a front for the gods of death and our enemies are the Chosen of the Dead Three.


Here we go again.


The power of the enslaved elder brain could reshape the world. <i>We</i> could reshape the world.


Not entirely sure that was a wise decision. Better the devil you know, I suppose. The one Wyll knows, at least.


A fine respite from the world's troubles, this camp of yours.


What? You don't know of him? I've admired him for <i>years.</i>


Could just look the other way.


Gods! So much for our cure. That thing almost popped you like a watermelon.


*Exhumed bones, put on display with a profane flair of artistry.*


I'll have to find my quarry by more traditional means. But, one hunter to another - well done.


Gods, she's gonna rip our legs off.


*Your lockpicking is attracting attention. Tread carefully.*


I'm glad you're here. I clearly lack the power to keep the hag, and her hexes, away from Mayrina.


...<i>Fetch?</i> Oh gods. No no no no...


Surprised to see you still standing. You ready to figure out what that critter's doing to your head?


Mushrooms, swamp vines - this is a hag's lair.


No - <i>you </i>do not belong. This is the Dark Lady's house. She has no use for old, faithless bones.


Farewell.


Perhaps... perhaps I am being ungrateful. You spared me having to look upon that whelp Shadowheart's face again.


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


Looks like using magic around these things is more trouble than it's worth!


Back again? It is nice to converse with someone who isn't circling the drain, like this lot. Looking on their maudlin faces does sap my spirits...


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


We have our own portal to take us back to Baldur's Gate.<br>


This ship's navigation system. We must travel the planes - leave Avernus. That is, if you <i>wish </i>to leave, tiefling.


*If you plan to command the world, no one will suspect a thing until it is too late.*


Yer right. And look... thank you. I don't know how you pulled it off - but thank you.


The blacksmith's blueprints. Weapons, from the looks of it.


I have devoted my life to my queen. I will be her chosen. <i>It is my due!</i>


Liar! It was you who killed her.


These kobolds have had a skinful - their scent precedes them.


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


Ah. Of course. I shall be gentle as a babe.


Uktar, bursar. If we have business, speak - Guild time is too precious to waste.


These tieflings prove fragile. I've a mind to end their misery myself.


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Whatever you say.


You are named <i>Hshar'lak</i>. Bend your head, for my blade is ready.


They think us fools, Majesty. They think we cannot see through their lies.


You know, I'm not sure ghost hunting is for me...


Karlach. Zariel's lapdog. <i>Advocatus diaboli.</i>


His name is Dror Ragzlin, his voice Absolute.


Is that what you want?


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


Madeline's spirit is within reach. It is time to make her face trial, to make her <i>suffer.</i>


But this mug helped me to escape. I say we stick a few holes in him... show how grateful we are.


Another <i>istik</i>? You're lucky we didn't catch you outside, or you'd be in with the Captain right now.


The Apostle of Myrkul - hadn't expected that. Or Gortash.


The Elder calls. We answer!


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Something tucked away over there.


<i>I'm disappointed to hear that.</i>


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


<i>(Those are </i>rare <i>magic tomes. No sneaky peeking!)</i>


Or maybe you'd be missing along with the rest.


Non movere!<br>v2


Never seen that before.


*'The Child'. A red-haired man is portrayed with his cloak's hood lowered, giving an apple to a smiling urchin.*


Perhaps some light bites, saer?


Please - she's been in there too long. It's not safe.


I'm surprised you needed the two of us for this to happen, but I am so glad it has.


There are fallen to honour, as well. So many that we may never learn all of their names - but that is no reason not to try.


We will end this - one way or another - in death, thralldom, or freedom.


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


Away, eye-watering stench!


What path lies before me?


<i>That is not a story I share with strangers.</i>


*The dog continues to run without a care in the world.*<br>


You are wounded, my heart.


The Oath of the Ancients is once more yours to fulfil.


What did that do?


And if I can take this power from him, it would set me free. Truly free.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


That doesn't mean it's behind us though, does it?


From that peek I got into your head, I'm not the only one with problems on top of problems. A mind flayer tadpole, huh? And no joy getting it sorted as of yet, I see.


He had so much time left.


Bomb in my head about to go off. Great.


No signs of tentacles so far.


Your queen ought to be proud of you.


Ha... ha... us... Noobers... sure do... like... to talk...


Maybe. But you'll be the first drow celebrated by the Ironhand Gnomes - consider it an honour! Farewell.


Huh. This looks familiar, but I can't place why.


I wonder what happened to that drow.


*You see your challenger's expression soften into welcome. Though you have trespassed, your are recognised as being a favourite of Lady Shar.*


I - Thank you. For trying, and for telling me. At least now we know.


Please, stay with me.<br>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


You've been sipping from the same goblet as the Society. Perhaps you'd be willing to help, then? To prove your point.


Invoco te!<br>v2


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


If the stone's anywhere, it'll be on Gortash's carcass.


Leave this place, lest I am forced to manually disentangle your fell aura from mine.


Nine Hells, it's <i>everywhere</i>!


That is a relief - I do not know how long I could have tolerated the water. Thank you.


Don't bleed out on me.


I miss home. I miss Elturel.


Thank you for cutting those creatures down, truly. Gods know what would've happened if you weren't here.


Jatlo took off like the fiends of the Nine Hells were on his tail...


I've got you.


Out, foul deformity!


Well, that's not good.


Onwards.


Nice wooden mask.


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


Hook horror. Wonderful.


The kiss of life.


Sick and tired of these nosy citizens, Juniper.


An early sketch, though. No mention of sussur bark.


This weapon would have been formidable in battle.<br>


<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>


*Geshan Kerkaros. Built the Open Hand Temple. Gave all in His name. We honour their life and legacy.*


Veni et iuva me!


*The tressym seems nervous, but you can't quite tell why.*


That's a very good question. I know some parts. Some I haven't quite figured out. But I'd like to tell you everything I know, if you'll have us at your camp later.


The Absolute's at our gate, and the Guild are the only ones truly standing against it.


That disc is moving - might be useful to navigate this place.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


Don't give me trouble now.


Venenum!


Shush. I'm trying to listen.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


Baldur's Gate prices, though. Not worth it, if you ask me.


Bless you, my friend! I'll wait nicely, but please don't tarry!


BLOOD. TASTY BLOOD. SO DELICIOUS. AHAHAHA.


I'm not going to last much longer...


Babbling idiot. Clearly has no idea what he's talking about...


The Elder stirs. Awakes!


You can't be here! This is our hideout!


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


You don't understand - you're dangerous!


Certainly looks like a crypt - now to hunt down Shirra Clarwen.


GruntAngry<br>var 3


Seemed to work.<br>


But I'm not surprised, considering how absolutely rotten you've been. Get away from me.


Hold on. That's the one who saved us from the gnolls. Let them in.


Duty... All my life, I've travelled in its slipstream, not once questioning its path. In its service, I came here. And now, in its service, I leave.


Aridissimus!


All your past, just wiped clean. I don't know if I'm horrified or jealous.


I guess that's her right. I've no doubt she can handle him. I just... well, there's a darkness in her. A pain I recognise.


So, I couldn't help but overhear that your god's commanded you to - well... explode.


*You feel the rat's impatience - to wriggle between the cracks in the floor, to the safe space beneath.*


I've been lost in the shadows so long. And I met a boy there too - Thaniel. He's the only reason my mind survived that emptiness, that... loss.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Well done. You did what was best for you - don't let anyone tell you otherwise.


A book on 'flumph' reproduction. The inhabitants of this plane hold peculiar interests.


Isobel. That's the name of the cleric at Last Light Inn, right?


Extende!


*Your attempted bribery has caused offence. It looks like you're destined for the cells.*


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Caeco te!


That's what frightens me. She must be angry, yet I don't feel it, or hear it... There's only silence.


My family - my friends - they're gone...


If this lot have got a problem with the Gazette they should take it up with the editor, not make a scene in the streets.


Everyone watch out - <i>she's gone mad!</i>


Hush, spirits - I sense it too. Our guest brings with them the stench of Thrumbo's disobedience.


You serve the Absolute. You. Serve. ME! Bow, you dog. BOW!


You - you're one of <i>them</i>, aren't you?


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


Hostium munera!<br>v2


You've made a grave mistake.


Without your help, they would have extracted nothing but screams and blood.


Be true to yourself, my Lord.


My body could have been yours, but some things are mine alone.


<i>SILENCE, W'wargaz.</i>


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


Whatever time remains to her is precious. She deserves to know just who she is wasting it on.


Looks like using magic around these things is more trouble than it's worth!


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


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Incredible. Every rock, every jewel tells a story.


((*my Circle long suffered while the duergar flourished*))


Da mihi facta!


It is for you to make sure that is so. And your debt will extend far beyond the end of the Absolute.


Gods above - what happened?


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Stop stinking up my air, would you?


Too much dust to be a new outpost. I wonder why my brethren abandoned this place.


Something escaped from this place, and its jailors didn't live to tell the tale.


Rustling in the foliage. Either amorous citizens, or a poorly-laid ambush.


I <i>always </i>help my friends.


Don't fall in, Boo!


Taste my fury!


Gored to death, by the look of it.


Dying Deep Exhale


Let's not get caught off-guard.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


You... of course. I did not think to meet a drow in this wilderness, least of all -


This wasn't just a feast - it was a Nightfall ritual. Eating and drinking your fill before sacrificing an innocent to Shar... I've missed these.


Yes, sir.


Very well.


Ten years ago, I was sold to the archdevil Zariel - she put a hellfire engine in my chest and made me her prize soldier.


Snore
zzZzz


I win, again. I <i>always </i>win.


Zhentarim thugs passed through here. Oathless curs, the lot of them.


Dead. Too bad. Could've asked it for directions to the helm.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


There is an old wisdom: a brittle alliance can never be mended - it can only break.


The Blade of Frontiers. The saviour I needed, if not the one I deserved.


Oak Father, guide my hand.


You think we will see one evil replaced by another? No.


Hmm?


I had all but lost faith in you, Shadowheart. It takes a stout will to prove me wrong. Well done.


Just out of view.


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


Ketheric was never my concern - I wanted to help Thaniel.


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


Very well - if the General wishes.


Slippery little blighter!


*Will your patron Mizora tarnish your legacy before the Hells snatch your soul?*


Does this count as adventuring?


You and I may struggle to go unnoticed in such environs, Karlach.


Well, yeah. They was nasty old geezers - wanted to cut 'em a raggedy new smile myself some days.


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


A hefty chunk of clown-meat. This really is most amusing.<br>


May you you be united in death and find peace - together.<br>


She said I'd make a bad mother. I... I think she was right.


Yes...


Ubi es?


You... even... encouraged... me...


Who among us hasn't wondered what it would be like to live forever?


PainOpen<br>var 1


All of us were deviants <i>in utero</i> once. Tonight you will be born!


I've tried to tell you - I'm not what you think I am. I'm - <i>ngh! </i>


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


Kiai<br>Var 4


We kill them. Obviously.


Obedi me!


Effort v3


Kill them all! <i>Bhaal's will be done! </i>


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


*Black and red, agony and flame - Avernus and Dis, united. They feed you, they sustain you.*


I'll still be here, hoping you change your mind.


Florrick chose shadow over light. Her betrayal burned deeper than the fires of Avernus.


Pearls before swine.


A trap! Time to dance.


Then let us push forward, heads high, weapons in hand, and turn this tower to rubble.


Mind flayers are our quarry. We have filled libraries with our knowledge of how to hunt them down.


Well well, what have we here.


Voco vineae!


Closed Mouth Effort v8


A private word would be nice.


A pacifist. In Baldur's Gate? Ha. Nobody's leaving this place alive, cuck.


Both of us have been blessed with a new dawn - you should feel no shame at the nature of yours. And mine...


It won't be easy, but I'm glad to hear your conviction.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Missing - 'Zola'. 'Rascal'. And on it goes - hence all those bloodied collars...


Stuck in place, I see.


Piss-addled pontificator.


You played your part. Don't spurn your reward just as you've earned it.


Yes? Will you now heed the most splendid Sharess' call?


To the slaughter, the way I hear it.


Shove off. I'm not sharing.


Don't - don't let me keep ya, boss. Lads were gathered by the windmill.


Say, where's Wyll? Bit early to be out hunting, isn't it?


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


That was truly remarkable...


Now they'll die like the dogs they are.


Don't lift a finger, boss! I'm keepin' guard. You go have a drink!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Your trial is complete, villain, and the sentence is imprisonment. Please comply.


Be ready. Whoever - or whatever - did this could be close.


A little lighter than before.<br>


...is all your fault.


*Warning: the property of the individual known as 'Old Garlow' has been deemed unsafe for habitation under city by-law 42a. Do not enter.*


You were chasin' it, and now it's dead. Seems clear enough to me - cough up.


Not now, perhaps.


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


Sorry, love. I just lose the run of myself sometimes.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


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


Have you won your freedom yet?


<i>Yesss.</i>


Mors animae!


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Mould and metal... but something's still missing.


New... family? But I don't want...


Huh. Where's Gale?


Baldur's Gate can be dirty, overcrowded, dangerous... but I do like it all the same. Found anything to admire in it, Lae'zel?


I'll help protect you, I promise. Seems I'll need to, just to keep myself safe.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


How we get in remains to be seen.


<i>Thank you.</i>


Hardly, this is something else entirely.


Can't abide bad manners, can we lads?


The whole place smells of blood. If I could be anywhere else...


The aura of Netheril hangs heavy in this place. The brain is close, as is the crown. As is victory, dare we begin to hope...


These webs are everywhere.<br>


Corpora sana!


Another quake. What's going on?


I wonder where they were going.


At once.


((*I will refresh myself near Spaw's Circle*))


Mors certa!<br>v3


Great dark, great light, and in it... <i>her.</i>


We set Aylin on the warpath without telling her exactly what it is she's charging into.


This is no place for idle visitors. You'd better be on your best behaviour.


Astarion is so used to playing the nocturnal hunter, he thought you would make for easy prey.


C'mon...


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


I don't like to share. Lay a finger on them, and I'll cut you.


And I don't like pigshit, but damned if your mouth ain't spewing it.


<i>We are free. Our freedom is ours. Friend.</i>


Look, you caught her. Good for you, you aren't a chump like everybody else around here.


Keep the ring. No hard feelings. That was some sharp work, mate.


It's done, Karlach. By my living soul, you will forever <i>burn.</i>


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


<i>You are... not us. You must be terminated.</i>


Standard weapons are sufficient - a welcome convenience.


<i>(I'd prefer not to discuss that beastly business.)</i>


It's curious to find a surface dweller here. What has brought you down so deep?<br>


I sold a pair of boots to that traitor. Can't believe it.


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


<i>Ts'kva! </i>You carry a <i>ghaik </i>parasite in your head! Death will be a kindness to you...


Mushrooms - poisonous, if memory serves.


Carefully, now...


I know this Kozakuran - it's the same dusty old language on the Szarr signet ring.


<i>Must be getting close. I can feel it in every passing thought. </i>


May the wounds you inflict match those of my blade!


Sorry, was I not clear enough last time? I DON'T SELL THE BROADSHEETS. Goodbye.


Something's on my mind.


No, you do <i>not </i>'agree', Boo. I <i>told </i>you you have been spending far too much time around the pale one...


Let's begin. Remember what I told you - we won't have a second chance here.


Not at all! Wouldn't have the patience for all that magical drama.


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


Configo!


Gods, I can practically smell it.


A crèche must be near. We will ask this Zorru where he has seen my kin.


*Unlike your patron, the presence isn't seperate. It's more <i>part</i> of the boy. You focus your gaze on him.*


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


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


Laughter


Something's on my mind.<br>


Effort v6


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


Vlaakith's red dragons. The <i>kith'raki</i> have come - just as I said!


I know, I know; well-trodden territory. Well, let's see... I whittle in my spare time, and I've something of a sweet tooth - though everyone's very amused when I say I like honey.


Poor thing - let me help.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


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


Just be responsible for yourself then. We have to stay; it's the right thing to do.


It is if we end up <i>dead.</i>


<i>You return. You look stronger as I grow only weaker.</i>


But if you must, make sure I'm with you. He makes mistakes when he's angry, and seeing me running free will make him as angry as an axe-head.


The True Soul has already begun the slaughter. Break down the gate!


What's on your mind?


Yes, yes - that's it!


Playin' it safe, eh? Ain't a game for the meek, mate.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


*The box is inscribed with strange glyphs that mean nothing to you.*


Pity.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


I'm sure this toy'll be finished soon if they bear with it.<br>


The dark's strong enough to snuff out a torch? Well I don't love that.


I played cards with Marcus. I thought we were friends.<br>


Truth or not, it matters no longer. Orpheus is fallen. Vlaakith reigns supreme.


Took a liking to you, did she? Watch yourself - she breaks her toys once she's done with them.


These names are all famous wizards. Annals will be behind Karsus' door.


An exchange of objects, nothing more. We all lose everything in the end.


Oi. Watch you don't spill my beer, or I'll cut ya.


Not a single act wasted.


I hear shouting up ahead.


Well, if you are so mightily knowledged about the arcane - you know that freeing your friend couldn't be easier!


So long as Nightsong's in that cage, Ketheric will keep getting back up.


To summon those vines... the power's impressive.


Just think of it as motivation to survive. Because if we find a way to overcome this, we can find a way to overcome those spicy lips of yours.


Actually, <i>Gortash</i> invented the Steel Watch.


Hold tight, I'm coming.


Well that's... something.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Burn marks, and not from someone's campfire either. Best be careful.


The Nightsong must be the source of Ketheric's life force.


It's a mushroom. It won't leave any starving orphans behind.


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


A name is nothing. Your happiness is what matters. Just... forgive your father the occasional slip of the tongue. I will adapt, given time.


Vermin, on the rooftops.


Looks like the barrier's turned off. Lucky me.


It is the fate you and I have spent countless days trying to avoid since the parasites slithered into our skulls.


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


If you want fun, take up juggling. If you want trouble, keep inviting undead bloodsuckers into our camp.


Vanra sits in my belly, growing fat with power. A fine hag she'll make, but I need time. I need to be left <i>alone.</i>


For the best, I guess.


That wasn't a bulette... was it?


*The sisters' blades are unkempt, rusted with blood. Even in your skilled hands, a clean cut would be difficult.*


*Another vision. Karlach's blade raised, slicing through devils - Zariel's servants - as her eyes dart around, seeking escape.*


C'mon. I wanna watch that weird priest next door.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


As an ally must.


Useless. Like hewing granite with a spoon.


It is wise to first consider what is gained, and what is lost in the bargain.


And I know what happens next. Your teeth fall out, your skin rips off, and you turn into one of them. <br>


Solo fetch. A miserable pastime.


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


Extende!


I don't see any - wait. Here they come!


There must be a way to get them out. Someone else find a way out of here!


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Bhaal below, this could be my old chamber...


Yes, but who knows what's inside? It could be worth more than any purse she'll offer.


<i>Stlarning</i> shit. What happened to all my soldiers? May have to change plans...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


You have two seconds to explain yourself before you're under arrest.


Effort v4


Killed before. But doesn't smell like a cultist. *Sigh.* Wanted to eat murderer...


What in the hells - get back!


At least it won't suffer anymore.


'Chaos will be sewn from their passage.'


I need healing.


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


By order of Lord Gortash, all livestock admitted to the city must be surrendered.


Voco araneae!


It will be a glorious homecoming, and you will make a beautiful queen.


Something's wrong - your manner betrays you. What curse has this plant wrought?


Focus. Strike true.


No matter - the deal is done, and the sacrifice was made.


The beast is dead and that is what matters. Our children are avenged, if nothing else.


Huh. Where's Wyll?


With a flick of the wrist.


Karsus found that out the hard way, and those wonderful flying cities of yore were grounded in a most violent manner. His hubris undid him.


He looks set to burst - and we'll probably be left hip-deep in his juices.


Gods spare me, why did I think eating a second one was a good idea?


Wait - just give me a moment. I can manage. As long as you stay with me.


<i>I wish I could trust you, but that you felt you needed to have it at all tells me that you are not worthy of that trust. </i>


I will not fail you.


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


<i>Ngh</i>, it hurts... Darkness protect me...


I'm on duty.


Hurt Critical


They - they're dead!


An awful proposition that must be disproven once and for all.


Yes.


Dame Aylin is likely to tear him in half if she learns of his plans. We should tell her immediately.


Boys - make this traitor bleed.


Ah, a visitor from the astral expanse.


With Halsin back, at least the grove might stand a chance. And we've you to thank.


What in the... Cloakwood? Kagha - have you lost your mind?!


Resisto!


Ain't the same and you know it.


This red is the best wine in the entire Sword Coast.


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


Quite a bulk to conceal...


Argh - what are you doing - ?


In a hurry, are we?


Look at that cloud. Looks just like a hollyphant, that does.


Please - I know you have questions. But for now, I need you safe. We'll talk soon enough.


Should you be heading west, be careful.


*You feel her breath on your neck, her fingers running down your spine, and then... it is over.*


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Let me sleep on it. I just might be able to work something out.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Almost makes you grateful to have a vampire's immortality. I only had to come back once.


The Moonmaiden will guide us. Just as she guided you.


Approved visitants only.


He wouldn't hurt a fly. Well - unless it was buzzing around one of his fitting rooms.


Someone went through a lot of trouble to protect this tome. It has to be something more than a book of cantrips.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


I'm down.


Hear me, wizard. You cannot go through with Elminster's ludicrous plan.<br>


You're not the first to brave the dark for the Absolute. The war camps are full to bursting.


Hang him, I say. Cut that nasty little voice off at the throat.


Zhentarim! To arms!


The man ate like a horse. A soup-hungry horse. Usually took enough to feed a small clergy down there.


Verillius... Verillius Receptor. A High Inquisitor of Zariel. Officially entitled to audit Raphael's collection.


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


I hesitate to say it, but I think it's... satisfied.


Run your coop all you like, chicken. You cannot fly without my wings.


A grave error in judgement indeed, which we'll pretend was never spoken.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


Oh? Perhaps I should start taking notes.


I hope every single one of you drown in your own <i>shit.</i>


I saw you training those children. You were so gentle! That's... not how I was taught.


<i>Eyes ahead, soldier. We're nearly there.</i>


It certainly set my heart to beating. A shame we had to still theirs.


A little gratitude would be nice.


You better turn north here, or you'll end up like them.


You listening?


Don't draw any trouble on old Entharl. He acts like he's up for it, but he's retired for a reason.


Stuck in place, I see.


Seems simple enough.


I do not have a home there anymore - my own siblings would slay me.


Voco flagella!


I'd love to know the full story.


Do you mind, you damned mephits? I'm a bit busy!


If I die, every Ironhand Gnome in the realm will suffer. I cannot risk it - goodbye.


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


Bah. You would break our bond for the sake of laying this - this <i>is'lak?</i>


It is. Though if the table is laden with good wine and meat, love is often left to rot with the salad leaves.


Gnolls. And I doubt we've seen the last of them.


'Next'? We seek purification. I might even lay you again, should my whims so take me.


<i>The greater challenge now lies ahead of us - the Netherbrain. </i>


The psionic detector alerted us to the githyanki attack. Looks like Voss was good for his word.


Naughty, naughty, naughty, little Master.


Oh, there are mephits now too? Wonderful! Why not?


It was no easy thing, overcoming those urges that gripped you. I'm not sure I would have managed, in your shoes. Well done.


Pizzled rancour!


Damn - she's quite something.


Not exactly encouraging. But I'll take what I can get.


Nessa...? No! I'm your master!


I can feel it. The engine. It's getting hotter. Louder. It's going to blow, if we don't find another way to fix it.


Bones everywhere... Someone's been engaging in dark rituals here.


You are fortunate I worship one of the kinder gods of the realm.


Hm-mm. Where's Lady Luck when you need her?


In the carnage to come, you shall reach the peak of your holy magnificence.


Strange place for a button. Especially one that doesn't work.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Now they're done messing about with rituals, maybe them lot can make themselves useful.


But there's no use lingering on 'maybes'. My mind is on the stories of today and tomorrow, not those of yesterday.


Another gem. No coincidence, surely. They must have a purpose.


Aw, go tell my parents. Wait, you can't. They're dead.


If you say so. But we still need a decision.


Sing! Sing for the Wavemother!


Boo seems like a worthy addition to our group. His pet, Minsc, may prove useful also.


Qudenos - to the sky!


A sussur tree. Spells will be unreliable.


My patience is wearing.


We knew how to watch each other's backs.


Isobel. That's the name of the cleric at Last Light Inn, right?


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


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Either you're changing, or I am. I'm not a betting man, but my coin's on the latter.


Video veritatem!


Ugh, I feel... weak! No one weakens me! Especially not a door.


You mean no less to them than their salvation.


You listening?


Sniff<br>var 1