We've no brighter horizon ahead of us. There's just the city - <i>if </i>I can get us there alive.


'S for calling backup.


What's this I smell? Rotted eggs, clotted blood, and the overwhelming tang of sour cabbage.


Gortash is no more, and we have not yet even reached the Lower City.


The 'Blood of Lathander'? They probably don't mean it literally, unfortunately.


Alas, I must find another's bones to crack.


That machine <i>did </i>something to them.


*Your second attempt has gone no better than the first - you've been caught stealing the idol. The punishment is death.*


Zevlor, dear, this is your cue!


Disturbing, you mean.


Recovered


That's me, all right.


A warrior-in-training's diet.


Ferio!


Here. I hope you like it.


*Stillness. Ansur's consciousness hovers just above yours, searching, seeing.*


I'm workin'.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


'E... 'e kissed someone's feet. D'you think...?  I... I wonder what it's like...


Pipe down!


At last, the <i>zaith'isk</i>. Come, let us be purified.


Well, it was his caravan.


I can't work without a blueprint.


All their names are written. One day, if thou truly wishest, I will show thee, and we shall remember them together.


Fine. Whatever. I don't need you - I'll find them myself!


*<i>She</i> may have succeeded, but you... Your prince has been sacrificed, and you have been abandoned by your queen.*


We have already smashed Sarevok's soul from his body once. Boo says it is your turn.


Your false heart shall soon face the truth of your mortality.<br>


Far be it from me to overlook reason, reflected in the edge of a blade.


*The magma of Hell's knowledge sometimes bubbles up in your brain's crater, but never reaches a true fire.*


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


But then optical targeting would need rebalancing. Blast this can of worms.


Hey!


Wherever Ketheric went - that must be the place where we will learn the secrets of the Absolute.


And when I deliver your corpse, she'll let me keep your skin.


CUT YOU BREAK YOU TASTE YOU!


I need a little extra edge.


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Astarion, we need to talk. We know you're a vampire.


Go on, drag me to Moonrise. I'll make you cult-nutters <i>suffer.</i>


Oh, you need my help?


How does this thing work? Raw metal won't forge itself.


Z'rell said we should begin our search at the Thorm Mausoleum. It is north of the House of Healing, deep in the shadows.


The Mother Superior is vanquished... I can scarcely believe it.


But what are you doing up here? The boy is in danger!


What a bloodbath. Safer here than in Grymforge though, no doubt about it.


I shouldn't speculate on such matters. We'll find out in due course, I'm sure.


Quiet as a mouse.


A shrine to Selûne. Quaint.


Such a strange disc. Are these githyanki markings? Lae'zel might know.


Heavier than it looks. Wouldn't be very comfortable.


What are those?


This is it - the adamantine forge. Impressive stuff.


'Lady of Loss'. I see now, Boo - because she is always <i>losing.</i>


We were. Comrades in arms.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Effort v3


Stand and deliver!


So the critics have said of Faerûn's greatest masterpieces. I'm not so cold-hearted, nor so short-sighted.


I see. <i>Well. </i>By all means... keep me up to date.


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


What if I tell her not to do the goblin voice?


No chance. I'm not telling you a thing.


I just want a little look.


What, exactly, was the point of that?


*The merregon resists your efforts. Most would be angry at such an intrusion, but this creature has no reaction at all.*


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


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


Hurt Critical<br>var2


- hope for leaders that won't turn their backs to suffering.


Master Figaro isn't paying you extra to come up with slogans, you know.


I expect more than your word. Show me your <i>flesh.</i>


Even the githyanki's finest must have succumbed to the curse.


*The Death's Head does not speak, only stares. Her eyes are not only filled with zealous awe, but also pure hatred.*


Ale me!<br>v2


Thanks.


*She lies limply on the table, completely still.*


Because if you ask me one more stupid question, I'll stand on your throat.


First time the vaults have been breached the entire time I've worked here.


Can't leave you in the lurch.<br>


Let's go before they realise we're out of our pods.


Needs a key.


Stupid. I saw into your head, you know.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Not just altered, but... magnified. There's powerful magic budding here.


Very well... I wouldn't wish to risk damaging the room, I suppose.


What to take?<br>


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I am just holding it for my hamster.


The terrible tyrant himself. Strike him down, bug - let freedom's bells ring. The brain won't be too far beyond.


Well, that's that sorted. Wonder where they keep their healers.


UNLIFE TO MY LIFE - SUSTAIN ME, SLAVES.


Y-you can do whatever you want to us - we will stay strong in Her name!


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


Was there something else?


You'll find things much safer back the way you came. Trust me.


You. Will. Regret.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Another fight. Let's go.


Nah. I think I'm just on time. Lads - clear this place out and take whatever you can carry - after the lot of 'em are cold.


Isn't that Gale's tressym? What's she doing here?


Are you sure...? I could conjure up any sight that you could dream of, and a few you could not. I could use the Weave to make us feel sensations beyond reckoning. I could do more than woo you. I could wow you.


I'll strike you down.


Hound of hell! Boo calls, so come and serve a <i>true</i> hunter!


Calm yourself - you will not be harmed. Our leader has called off the hunt. She wishes to speak to you.


What do I have to lose?


*A faded advertisment, its message still faintly legible: 'Fresh veg, and fancy fruit. Buy two, get one free.'*


Bathing is going to be a problem. Last I checked, the Chionthar wasn't exactly <i>clean</i>.


I'll bet you have someone who'd like a nice piece of jewellery. At a discount price. For... for a good cause.


So be it. Whatever happens, I shall stand by you.


But his hate for the Gondians has blinded him. He believes they work for the Absolute willingly, but it's not true. I'm sure of it.


I don't know the alloy. Perhaps it came from the surface.


The Stone Lord plans to rob the Counting House - and Nine-Fingers means to trap him there.


The Ironhand Gnomes are going to save the city - and you can be part of it.


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


His leaves to shade you. His branches to point your path. His shelter to protect you. <i>Thank you.</i>


Hello there.<br>


*Your mind and body are muted on approach. A privacy denser than any stone prevents you from entering.*


Think you can take me on?


The glass feels... warm?


Yet you've returned without Orin's. This was not the agreement.


What?


'Scuse me, your worshipness, but we need that.


WAIT!


*You notice the girl shivering in fear and anger. She is not yet ready to hear the truth of her parents' fate.*


Wizard - was your brain entirely liquified during the battle? The fight is over, it's time to move on.


I'd pity the man who must bear the rage the Nightsong brings to bear, if that man weren't Ketheric Thorm.


The Black Network cares. Just so happens that we charge, too.


What did you say...?


From shadow I will strike.


That feline resembles our wizard. Not just the unkempt whiskers, but the symbol on the collar.


A fallen warrior of my people. A crèche must be close.


Do not linger<i>. Must </i>not linger.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


I promise we'll make it work, if you'll have me?


What in the Hells was that?


Leave me alone. The watch must remain undisturbed.


I don't want to make it pretty - I want to silence it.


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


Morere!


The 'Timeless Body'...? We should probably not be rifling through Jaheira's romances.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Demento te!


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


If you say so, but I'll be watching you.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


*You shudder, resigning yourself to whatever dark rest awaits you.*


Karlach!


You think that's funny? Fine, laugh at <i>this</i>.


I had the distinct impression it was intentionally keeping its hypothesis from me. As though even the theory would be enough to put me in danger.


Was't your father a flounder?


Killing's killing, don't say you love your work if you ain't sticking by it. Real Bhaalspawn would kill them rats.


By Graz'zt's cock, it's about time you came. Enough sniffing around - get me out of this thing.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Is he...?


Shadow Druids? There's more to Kagha than meets the eye.


Well. I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I poked around a little.


Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?


Weak


Almost went to chat up the githyanki myself, but then I thought - you know what, Karlach? You don't need to lose a finger tonight. You just got home.


Heading there.


Our m-mother wouldn't like strangers in the house. She could k-kick your behind.


He cannot die - we must find what gives him his invulnerability before we strike!


*You imagine your fingers contorting into claws, and your skin rippling and bulging.*


If her powers were worth anything, we wouldn't have beaten her. Finish this.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


There is no other way.


Foolish child. You would doom yourself to being the Netherbrain's thrall.


It isn't fair. I don't want it like this.


Let us go. I wish to feel the road beneath my hooves - taste the fresh grass!


*You recognise the druids as elders of a circle. This place is a divine sanctuary.*


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


I sense there is no love lost between the two of you.


Help's on the way.


Gale? <i>Gale? </i>Where's he run off to?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


You presume to know the boy better than I? I who made him?


Maybe use something from that ship?


Though folly most unusual,
Just one may seek the Tribunal.


I don't need any attention right now.


Recovered <br>V3


This isn't giving up it's securing victory, at a price I am willing to pay. And everything we shared can live on - with you.


*You stash the bag in your pack. Something clinks among the coins.*


*You are overcome by irrational cheer, bordering on madness.*


No, no, no...


Recovery is a hard journey, the hardest. It needs a controlled environment.


Me? I'm fine.


Enough! <i>Both </i>of you!


That's the rank and file dealt with. Let's hope her commander is more amenable.


Is that... mine? You stole it from me?


Laughter


*Among the scars on his face is one is recognisable - identical to one of the runes carved into Astarion's back.*


Dying Burning<br>v4


Understood.


Giant mushrooms? I've never seen anything like them.


What, reckon I can't deal with him myself? It's not a bad idea, mind...


I want you by my side as well. Now that you're free, we can craft a new future together.


You do not wish to irritate me - or the one I serve.


Damn it, Laridda. We've lost enough of us. I'm not losing Beldron, too.


<i>Why yes, Ettvard - can I call you Ettvard? </i>


A quick jab, a small slice and - no, no. Not yet.


To think we almost finished the ritual...


You. I know you.


*You know it for what it is: a chant of war. Glut's reign would not be one of peace - but terror.*


Scarcely worth the effort.<br>


The elder brain is the only thing that has ever managed to change my mind. You're welcome to try.


I've drawn my limits. It would be a great pity for you should you cross them.


People here have gone soft living behind the city walls, forgotten what it's like live one day from destruction.


<i>A history writ by whose hand?</i>


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Tenebra!


Not this again.


AUGHHH!


I want to know what's coming. I want to know how this will end. Have you done this before?


Horribilissimus!


You find yourself in the presence of the renowned wizarding prodigy, Gale of Waterdeep - please, no need to be intimidated.


No need for me to ask how you fared - some of my kin have already made it here, safe and sound.


'Mason's Guild'. The githyanki would call this a or'mlar: an alliance of mlar.


You think we're letting you near that forge? You're as dumb as you are stupid.


Another shapeshifter. At least we did not kill a true clown before an audience.


I'm just not one for violence, you see...


Truly? Then you know what she is - what she can do.


*You feel a surge of power from the wand - the air suddenly tastes acrid. It <i>wants</i> to be used.*


Empty.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


PainTeeth<br>var 1


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


<i>We are in DANGER. </i>


So the tadpole gives us the ability to influence others. How very interesting.


Goblins. I can smell trouble ahead.


And she was right. The elders sent us out into the world, thinking it would teach her to bow a little.


So, we owe our continued survival to a rebel squid and a prisoner prince.


Got more important things to watch than my <i>hrasting </i>tongue. Look...


Here goes nothing.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


... <i>agh! </i>No, you just look like one. That's a good way to get yourself killed, idiot.


I've got the plans and the sussur bark. Now I need somewhere to craft it all.


You are wise to admit it. When it comes to love, vulnerability is armour. Truth, a sword. And trust, a shield. I pray you wield all three, <i>stira</i>.


Let's see.


Hello?! Hey! Snap out of it!


To your side!


But you did not listen. Thought my instructions could be ignored. I told you what to do, whelp worm, and you disobeyed.


Stop trying to confuse me. You're a liar.


Please understand - I couldn't fight. Couldn't risk losing all this.


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


Would eat you all. But master says no...


Um. Hello again. Um.


Yah! Yah!


What is <i>that</i>?


What's that?


The toys from the barn - he must have made them here.


Fight, fight, FIGHT!


The Stone Lord sees through your lies, shapeshifter. Count yourself lucky he cannot stay.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Soft and sure as hunting hamsters.


Artefacts most priceless, should one call a prison their home.


Perfectly executed.


Stuff your payment. I didn't ask for any goddamn help.


*The flames fall away, a mere illusion. You are one with the Feywild again, agleam in revelry.*


Ugh.


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


Buff


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Te absolvo!


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>var2


And if the Steel Watch can't protect us? What then?


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Hah! So there's a little spice to go with all that strange.


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


Kill the devil, if you can. Otherwise, leave well enough alone.


Bring your friends if you want me to take a look at that engine after all. You shouldn't be alone, in case anything goes wrong.


Seller'll be back soon! Get ready to buy!


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


Neverwinter, well to the north of here. The slates in our library at K'liir made mention of it.


What in the name of Azuth is that? A monster in a flask?


Flagello!


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


On I go, then.


Thou didst answereth so wise. Tis doneth.


Kill some fiends, evict a parasite, then take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


Good luck, True Soul. The Disciple demands much of those who serve her.


All the way from Thay. Jewels and gems, probably - one's still in there.<br>


Free? I'll never be free. I can't even die!


You really are the most perfect of his children yet born.


Go... die.


<i>I thought I'd lost you. </i>


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Fungal spores... Remain vigilant. We cannot be distracted.


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


I think you should know my son is a <i>very important Flaming Fist</i>.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


When it comes time to fight the Absolute, you'll have a private army at your beck and call. With a newly-minted Sword-captain at its head, I suspect.


Can't say I know much of Gortash. But Orin is hunting you.


The trapped gnomes won't last forever. We've <i>got</i> to help.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Looking for lodgings? Don't bother - all the decent places are gone. <i>Damned</i> coronation.


Should have watched your footing.


It won't work - not until we find out what is keeping him from death!


Clear off!


Astarion's an interesting find. Let's hope any future acquaintances don't hold a blade to your throat by way of introduction.


You saw the truth. I may be an effective soldier, but I never wanted to serve Zariel. Legged it <i>away </i>from her the first chance I got.


We're all doing our bit. Better than s-sitting around waiting for the gates to open.


Dying gurgle 1


A grim solution, but one that I may agree with if your understanding of the situation were correct.


You saved my sister, so I wanted to show you kindness. But I suppose we're past that now.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


I think I'll manage.


Mind flayer anatomy - an important subject. The best hunters know exactly where to strike their prey.


You don't know him like I do. The way he works the smelter, the tongs, the double-faced sledgehammer...


Canto te!<br>v3


The way is clear.


Did - did I do something wrong?


Damn. That shade knocked me right back to the start.


I need you to stay here. Keep the portal open until I return - and defend it at all costs.


Myrkul, I can feel you. Help me - <i>please.</i>


<i>It is a test, but they are also who they appear to be - your parents. Your flesh and blood. Your sacrifice to make.</i>


Yes? Discovered some new ache, have you?


Cave circulum!


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Make yerself comfy, yer lordship. The game's just gettin' good.


The curse is strong here - torches won't even stay lit.


He marshalled a great army to ruin the world and bring all into shadow. I could not let it happen.


Always talking... She speaks of you. Of a duel. Are you going to choke her prattle away? Make her quiet for us? <i>Yes, quiet...</i>


I guess yer right - I'm worgmeat either way.


Your grandfather is the most famous wizard in the realms?


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


You're... with <i>them, </i>aren't you?


Cosy fire.


Every little bit helps.


I've got your back.


True enough. Hard to hide pretty under a bushel.


- which will make the pleasure of overcoming them all the more potent.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


That door is saturated with necrotic magic. Best keep my distance.


It's my job to be. Though I confess it has been <i>very</i> interesting.


What can we rescue?


Agilius!


Clumsy fool.


Heroically spoken! We must find an inn. Minsc has been banned from his share of ale-halls, but I am sure you and Boo can speak for me.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Closed Mouth Effort v5


What's the big - agh! Get back, you stupid beast!


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Interesting bottle. Looks expensive.<br>


<i>Get out here, cub! It's time to finally earn your keep.</i>


Get me out of here...<br>


Thought so.


You're no burden. You're my strength. I think I know where my wilful side comes from now.


Meaningless.


Gaudy thing. Maybe it can be sold for something more useful.


A masons' guild, it seems.


*The sovereign's thick fingers stroke the corpse at its feet. A droning melody greets you as the creature turns its gaze to you.*


Hope the forge is close by - I'm sweating from the heat.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Recovered <br>V4


So, what do we do when that tall freak comes back?


You who have begged, stolen, killed - same as I - to make it to this tower?


But... you were on the nautiloid. You possess what I seek.


A small delight, indeed. I did not want their friendship - I wanted their <i>fear</i>.


Besides, take heart. Your tadpole may yet burst from your skull before it comes to that.


Hope this ends well.


Lovely! You should've introduced him around. Elders love me, and I love them.


Another day, another fight.


Fiat lux!


Up the stairs. She keeps an open door - to those who don't waste her time, anyway.


<i>Vis medicatrix...</i>


Oh, the good is buried deeper in some, that is true. But She will always find it.


No it's not! See? WHACK!


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


Good - conserve your energy.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


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


Crèche K'liir? You are far from the Tears, Lae'zel. Does the caretaker let you stray so far?


No. She can't be dead... she can't be...


You - tiefling. You've got the stench of the Hells about you - the stench of home. And a whiff of the surface besides.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Voco spicae!


It is only because of you that I did not meet the same fate as Orin. Lost to madness and blood.


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


<i>Let's get out of here.</i>


Meet me at the lakeshore, and be prepared. What comes next will be perilous.


If you can use that shiny reputation of yours to make the streets safer, kids like this'un will thank you.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Nocturnus!


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


By the Exile - gone again!


Go.


It's Kozakuran - just like the symbols from that door.


You were stronger than the others.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


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


Say bye-bye.


By Balduran's bones, I've got you!


All I need is the egg. Then I can forget this whole sorry mess.


I do not know what base, naive entities you have made deals with before - nor do I care.


Come here, darling.


The herbs do nothing, but Boo says you smell better this way.


Now. I am ready to leave this damned place whenever you give the word. The city awaits.


Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.


<i>I am grateful that you were spared such a merciless fate.</i>


A joy to see a familiar face in such a... precarious setting.


That looks painful.


What do I have to lose?<br>


Come. I'm afraid proper thanks must wait.


By Selûne's light, be healed!


Not just a world to explore, but an entire cosmos...


*To go in the opposite direction would be madness, or worse, death.*


I think... I think this is it.


Keep a blade close. Won't be long before the Stone Lord and his crew come knocking, mark my words.


May the Absolute be with you forever, sir!


Orpheus' will above all. May the Comet blaze my path forward!


It seems there is some disagreement on who is master here.


Jaheira! ... You think I'm <i>pretty?</i>


Dying Burning<br>v5


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


At least it won't suffer anymore.


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


Nothing, just a show of respect. Trust me, you wouldn't want to displease her. Not here. Let's continue.


Not everyone made it out alive.


You may have wrought the destruction of my Iron Throne, brought my Steel Watch to its knees - but that's how I know you'd make a most formidable ally.


Let's go, before they realise we're loose.


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


Hence, thy self-imprisonment to protect the lives of others. But while thy body is imprisoned, thy mind wanders yet.


There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!<br>


Looks like that hurt.


There are more - hunt them down!


All right.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Unfortunately, it's the most prized item in the collection, so the 'no touching' rule is strictly enforced.


Hey, there's a note beneath the canvas.


Break them, before they call for help.


<i>Gods</i> - any moment now, that orb is going to explode.


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


...I do not know.


Inappropriate.


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


Have I been this way before?


There can't be much of him left to find. Come on.


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


Inhabitants were drow-sized at least.


Breathe quiet, move with care.


You again? Leave us alone, <i>k'chakhi</i>!


So was it you who picked up Nightsong's trail? I suppose you still have some talents, even if you are damaged goods. Where is it?


Best get in and out.


Amn? A keen idea - I was taught its Cloud Peaks are infested with monsters of all sorts. But first, fresh meat and a hot fire.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


You are forbidden to leave. Report to the Inquisitor at once. Deliver the Prism.


Come ye faithful, and feel the loving hand of Shar...


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


You and Lihala's names in bold? Hm - I like it. Deal.


Just what I need.


Effort v10


It's certainly... different. It will take some getting used to.


Aridissimus!


New perils await, beyond the horizon.


I'm almost frightened to touch you - if I give in, I may not be able to stop until I have devoured you.


Ha! Hahaha!


To think... If someone hadn't intervened... Horrid.


Really? I mean, yes, but - really? You'd tell whatever stranger just walked up and asked?


Kindly return with coin in hand. I'm sure that is well within the talents of one of your means.


And the drama's not over, not by a long shot.


My point exactly. I'm so glad you agree.


Your faithful stand ready, Majesty. Soon we march. Soon the world will bow to you.


Jest all you will. I believe now in your honest heart.


Quite a potent-looking weapon.


For now.


Hobgoblins? Maybe.


Your oath no longer binds you - the choice is yours alone.


But do not worry. We're together again - and we will make every moment count all the more.


Not one to heed warnings then? We should leave that thing - it seems like trouble.


The noble Jaheira - once more walking in Bhaal's bloody footsteps.


Yes. Let's get moving.


I wish it were as complicated as all that.


Already feeling better.<br>


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


No, we cannot resort to that - not if there's even a glimmer of hope remaining. If we're willing to sacrifice a whole city of innocents, what are we even fighting for?


Kill for a drink.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


But I suppose you'll have to deal with the illithids first. Please, do find me when you've thwarted <i>every</i> apocalypse that's currently in motion.


Some poor little tit who wasn't paying attention.


*A sweet melody beckons you. It vibrates with magic - a harpy's charm.*


Please - you can't liberate Aylin from one master only to chain her to another.


Why would that make me <i>happy? </i>Sorry, I - I'd like to be alone.


I met these insects once before, beneath the shadowlands. I did not expect to see them again.


Who's the stubborn one now?


I said I was <i>almost</i> impressed - what more do you want from me?


So, it seems that Vlaakith is your queen no longer, Lae'zel. That took no small amount of backbone.


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


*Your spellcasting has caught this guard's eye. Time to explain yourself, or face the consequences.*


A small price to pay for the destruction of the Netherbrain.


A fresh Unholy Assassin, and one of Bhaal's own blood.


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


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


Death-curse be damned, we're heading to Moonrise.


I thought killing that snake would make it hurt less.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Walk in death.


<i>The aid you rendered to me far outweighs that which I provided in the Underdark.</i>


Take me with you!


I had been hoping you'd say that. To be an object of pity... I couldn't live with that.


We can talk when you get me out of here!


I look forward to working with you again, the Absolute permitting.


First things first - you saw the news, didn't you? About <i>Archduke </i>Gortash?


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


Blood and fire. It's the Hells all over again.


There was no love to be found. My mother would have poisoned her own milk to torment me.


Damn. We could have helped each other. So be it.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


Don't come back unless you want to talk business.


Your silence is a dagger in Vlaakith's heart.


What next?


I'm not moving from this spot until Lorroakan comes and speaks to me personally. I <i>will </i>be heard!


If thou couldst recall in full every barbarity thou hadst committed, every tragedy thou hadst authored... wouldst thou truly <i>want </i>to?


At least it's dead now.


Let us find the rest of him. I was a childhood champion of jivvin-qu'uente, a game much like this one.


We're looking for fugitives. Survivors from that ship that crashed farther west of here.


Victory v4


<i>It could be different this time. </i>I'm<i> different. </i>


Found and taken.


*You wonder what she looked like as she died. Squirming, skewered, in abject agony.*


Let me inspire you! Are you inspired?!


I've got you.


Te absolvo!


You're a True Soul, all right. You look it. You <i>smell </i>it.


True Soul. Absolute. What ravings are these?


I had the audacity to invite a woman of your talents to strike me. You had the courage to stand against me, unflinching.


A moment!


Blink and you'll miss me.


Alwayssay. But it's true. Alwaysdead. Always -


Nah, didn't think so. You ain't much of a liar, but you done one thing right.


Private, too.


I doubt that's the last of them. Or the worst of them.


*The air is thick with anticipation. All eyes are on you.*


Closed Mouth Effort v7


The sign of Orpheus? Blasphemy. Would I could quarter the vandal myself.


O-of course! There's weapons in the fire if you want 'em. Uhm. We'll leave ya to it.


No... no... it is still here. She is still here...


The shadows are my friend.


No more...


Yes, that's why I'm mocking you - to keep our spirits up. No other reason...


It seems your gambit is failing, girl. It would have been better if you had stayed away, stayed hidden.


If the Mass goes ahead, you'll be dead, not free. Cazador intends to sacrifice you.


Look, between us? You're not supposed to be here, but I'll turn a blind eye.


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


Heh. You're an idiot.


Hate to see the shadows get you before you've begun. Good luck.


*She will be executed two days hence.*


Non compos mentis!


Effort v8


Athkatla, City of Coin, capital of Amn. They say the streets are paved with gold.


Ahah!


Filled to the brim.


<i>Tchak'i. </i>Come closer.


What, join <i>you?</i>


Very well.


Drow magic radiates from it. And drow are masters at magic.


How tedious.


I sensed some iron in the area when we arrived here - but I'm not sure if it's still there, now that we've been holed up. But I'll show you where I'd look.


Frankly, I'm reconsidering whether I want to make deliveries in a neighbourhood where buildings suddenly explode.


<i>I have assessed our encounter with the Netherbrain from every angle. I know why we failed.</i>


Let me take a closer look. I ain't seen anything like this before.


I'd like to take you to bed now.


Gone gods - watching you consume that tadpole was more disgusting than the tadpole itself.


Typical. The least she could do is have it on display. How else is one to buy it from her?


<i>Agh! </i>This thing won't yield its contents easily...


Must be in one of these chests.


Thanks, but we'll need more than luck. A bloody miracle more like it.


Supreme Kith'rak. Has Vlaakith sent you to slay me with your own blade?


You - what?! GUARDS!


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Still too soon. Scratch is dreaming of balls and buried bones, no doubt.


A shame they had to die - but they brought it on themselves. And I'm the one who has to clean up the mess.


Stay out of my head!


And some will go out with a splash by the dock door. Right.


Twit, twat, twerp.


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


She hears of the tadpole, and thinks we can be <i>bound</i>?


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


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


The collar stirs. Something must be triggering the runes' magic.


Go. The General awaits - and so does <i>She</i>.


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


My mind... we must be drawing near the brain. I do not envy you your tadpoles...<br>


*False memories of an imagined battle in the Astral Plane are accepted, and taken from your mind.*


Not if I kill you first.


You are not the before. You are the now, you are the later. If your past is so diseased, let it wither and plant something new.


Where do you think you're going?


Dodge


Thou never wast one for patience, and a little more is needed yet.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


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


I saw you with Astarion. You two looked... cosy.


Your words, not mine, pup. Besides, you could have undone it all in a snap.


At your command.<br>


Oh well done Carmen, that would be fantastic if you wanted to run this business at a loss.


Of course, you had help, didn't you? From the illithid you carry inside the Astral Prism.


Squee? SQUEE? I am Commander Lightfeather and you will address me as such.


Wait! Please, hear me out!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Frange! v2


We shall bow no more!


Look - there's something on the other side. No way through from here though.


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


I can still taste that vile drow in my throat.


With everything that life has to offer.


The Chosen of Myrkul is dead - permanently, this time.


It won't. But I prefer it to just being frightened. I'd like to be alone now, please.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


If we're quick about it, we can cut her throat before she calls for reinforcements.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


I can go anywhere, but I still end up in crypts. Let's just find Shirra Clarwen and go.


Healing touch.


Control yourself, Wyll. I understand bloodthirst. But this is no time to quench it.


*The door, and its intricate alarm system, remain.*


Uh huh?


You don't mean harm. I do.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Yes, yes, big hero, got it - I'll keep an eye out.


You know, I think I am. It certainly didn't put off my - er- dance partner.


Gnome taste good. Like bear.


This vessel is at thy disposal. Do what thou wilt.


*The sovereign's song twists into images: duergar changing size. Slipping in and out of invisibility. Invoking craven divinity.*


I stand here on the precipice of divinity - a course you encouraged me to pursue, I might add - and now you come to tell me to blow myself up?


Snore
zzZzz


Where to next?


Come now. Why play hard to get when you're in deep over your tadpoled head?


A real fiend's skull... By the size, I'm guessing a ghargatula.


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


Thaniel is trapped in the Shadowfell, but thanks to your efforts, I know where to look. Now I must go there - alone.


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


*Sigh* If only last night could have lasted forever. But if I'm to be a Grand Duke, I've got to greet the people and gain their trust.


P-pops... I -


We need to find Oliver and get him to return to Thaniel. Otherwise this curse will never be lifted.


Our diabolist was trying to summon something. Curious.


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


Orin relished tormenting this poor soul.


Et alibi!<br>v2


The Crown is now mine to command - mine alone.


Butters!


From the dark to the... damp. An improvement, either way.


The elder brain's working her like a damn string puppet. What else is it capable of...?


Who cares what the illithid thinks. If we can get Orpheus on our side, we're golden.


Really. This isn't necessary. I'm sure there are other people here that need your help more urgently.


Here. Take this. It's worth a fortune. But a fortune's not worth much if you're dead. Consider it payment for saving my life.<br>


*She shrinks from your voice - just another leering face sent to torment her.*


You really ended things with Gale, just to be with me?


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


Cave circulum!<br>v2


You survived longer than I expected. I cannot say the same for the tieflings you abandoned me with.


Take me in. I won't make a peep - cross my heart, hope to die.


Engravings on this ring. Looks like the same language as that book from before.


So, all it takes to lift the Archive's dome is a few magic words. Excellent. I'm rather good at those.


Nonsense. I'm fine. Madam, tell me why you're... urgh... here, and I will assist.


Be careful of that shaking hand, Gondian. I will not tolerate mistakes.


Fuck's sake. Mountains as far as the eye can see.


There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!<br>


Thought me working on my own stuff was 'disrespectful'. But maybe he was just trying to keep me close after Dad... Who knows.


*Beneath the resilient veneer, a touch of fragility. They need comfort - and in this dream world, you can touch without fear of harming them.*


I'm capable of restraint, just as you're capable of raw fury. I trust we'll find reason to exercise both here.


Mind? I'm grateful.


I only kill when it is necessary. This was necessary.


Teeth sharp, claws out!


What are you doing? That had better go down the drain and not down your gullet.


Only that I don't get to see the flesh melt from your bones, your guts dissolve, and your brain <i>liquefy </i>as you turn into a mind flayer.


The sole way to atone for thine actions is to do better, in a new dawn. That dawn has come.


Oh, you cheeky pup! That might scare someone else, but I know what naughty girls need - a bitta love and care.


Esurio!


If you've been sent to test me - it's working.


Ah. What were we doing again?


It's a sussur tree - absorbs magic.


Some bloody help.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Fighting a battle already, and it's not even born yet...


I'm busy. Mind your own.


He's not our family. Not anymore.


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


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


*The gnolls considers you for a moment, rage still festering underneath her curiosity.*


You telling me you'd have refused the Steel Watch's help on Returning Day a decade ago?


Oh I hope so. A little corruption sounds fun.


*Uncertainty grips you. You have reached a fork in your path. In which direction will you travel?*


*The heavy cover thumps shut with a strange finality.*


From what I read in Baldur's Mouth, I'd bet you're pretty pleased with yourself. Good luck with that. Doesn't last.


I call myself Marvin. Thou mayst do the same.


<i>Rough?</i>


Yet she turned their words into knives - and stabbed them in the back.


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


Why would you refuse to sell it to me? You must have another buyer lined up. Come back when that falls through.


Corruptus!


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


*The rages in your heart arise as an ancient instinct - your skill in the fray is but a long-lost muscle memory.*


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


He's probably down in the pens, fattenin' up the worgs like all the rest.


Keen to talk.


Damn - it's frozen solid.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


Grant me patience...


I have so many dates to plan. So many people to turn down.


Look for refugees travelling alone, or any stupid enough to leave camp.


Might not be the time.


Well if that's true, that sounds <i>dreadful</i>. And complicated.


Hey! We're dead if you don't help, all right? Either throw me something to crack open the back wall, or get these damn doors open. Hurry!


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


Insolent, even now. I heard you were like that.


Try not to die.


I regret this already.


My own son, still the she-devil's toy. Is this my fate - to rise from death into a hell of my own boy's making?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Auribus teneo lupum!


Must lug my guts through this Hell.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


Truce then, hey?


I have seen your mind - I know everything I need to know.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Always at your side.


Looks like these plates on the floor can be turned.


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


Recovered <br>V2


You did we asked. You've earned this.


When you turned on me, I was too dumbstruck to realise what was happening. No way he'd hurt me, I thought.


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


The chest Zarys sought, if I'm not mistaken. She'll pay handsomely to get that back.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


That fawning cleric Isobel asked to speak with me alone. Told me her goddess had asked her to extinguish me.


*Their families are still trapped in the Steel Watch Foundry. Freeing them would allow the Gondians to reunite as a people.*


Soon. When you rest, I will come.


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


Did you actually buy your way past Faril?


Hurry. Our people won't last in that cave-in forever.


Let's get you out.


Attack<br>var 4


Closed Mouth Effort v6


First step is the hardest.


What path lies before me?<br>


Zariel will find this all terribly funny.


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


If it were up to me, I'd have every Fist in the city on this.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


Have no fear, my love.


*The same cannot be said for most of Gortash's hostages.*


Lava's not supposed to explode, I don't think. Something's igniting it.


Because I need help - desperately.


This text is ancient. A dedication to a forgotten god?


But their wounds are not for Shadowheart to tend, as for now she fighteth in the Hells. For Karlach, for a cure. In time, a happy reunion may beckon.


Big day, big day - can hardly contain myself!


How easily you forgive yourself, with no <i>concept </i>of what your failure means.


Shitting hells, will this never end?!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Not very well, mind. Yer drow pals carried him off, left the <i>real</i> spoils to us.


Oh, I'm not sure. But this necklace has stood the test of time - it was my grandmother's. I'll give it you for a bit of coin.


One touch and this will fall apart.


Hmm. I'm sure I had a stuffed bear just like this once. I can almost picture it.<br>


Do the cattle not know you, boy? Have they not seen your fits of temper?


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Gutter-filth. And I suppose your mother squeezed out a whole litter just like you. Filling the damn city to the brim like a slop-bucket.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


And what a god She is. Unparalleled. Complete. Infinite.


That mirror reflects nothing - it only consumes, and offers darkness.


He healed right in front of me, and chased us into the shadows. Things looked hopeless, but experience has taught me that no matter how bleak things look, there's always hope.


Oh hells, what now?


That doesn't look good.<br>


Then... you're letting us go?


I tried to <i>save</i> you from the Lord of Murder - and still you gave in.


I feel a little dizzy...


Ut ventus!


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


Dying Panic Fall


Find what you're looking for?


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


Hurt Critical


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


Care for a bedtime story while you're at it?


Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.


You're worse than all the nasties in this blighted place.


Can't keep me out.


Thank the gods you've seen sense. Come! To Avernus we go - our next adventure awaits.


A letter from Orin...


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Airborne spores - and they're everywhere.


Are you all right?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


Let's not dawdle. Nowhere down here is safe, however it looks.


Go go, little fools! Do not keep the master waiting!


You sound like your father.


Be right there.


Better avoid using magic around those things.


Poor thing - let me help.


A good opportunity.


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


*Curious, the frog leans in, ribbiting softly.*


<i>Veterans of the Hells - to arms! </i>


Wow, that's gorgeous. What do you think, Gale?


Well, that does make things easier.


Simple.


Gale? What's wrong?


You <i>poor </i>pet. My heart goes out to you, truly.


What was that? Screaming - think it came from below the windmill.


Heading out without Isobel's blessing? Have you got a death wish?


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Effort v9


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


My favourite. A kind touch, thank you.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Rules are rules, mate. Walk away while you can, eh?


Besides, that magic of yours, mighty as I'm sure it is, is falling a little short, isn't it? Something is wrong... I can smell it.


Oskar sought help from Mystic Carrion. Might be worth investigating.


Allow me.


A rather sticky situation.


Hey, you!


<i>Just wait. I'll be next in line to become a True Soul. Then nobody can stop me.</i>


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


Veni et iuva me!


<i>No - I will not accept that. I will not see the Prince of the Comet destroyed.</i>


Tracks of some sort. Looks like they lead downwards...


Fits! Now I just need something worth forging.


*Amusement... curiosity... fascination. He believed the horrors of Moonrise to be a fleeting dream that fade on waking.*


She does seem like a powerful ally. I just hope she's powerful enough.


Never!


There's a time and a place for violence. I mean - this place is perfect, but is it the time?


The mithral is ready. Time to insert the mould.


My kin wield their spears formidably. It would be foolish to provoke battle with them now.


Now it sends you to spill my crimson into the soil. Silly, stupid slaughter kin. I will not be denied.


Aha, transfusion! An interesting strategy. Hard to get hold of a god's blood, of course, but if one could...


I mean, if 'When Fish Fight Back' doesn't tickle your fancy, how about... I don't know. That was the best one, to be honest.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


These Harpers of yours. Would they die for you?


I need you by my side.


Anyway, don't let me keep you. I'm sure you have someone else to sniff around.


But spoil my hunt, and you're dead.


Happy to sell everyone's soul but your own, aren't you?


Oh hello.


With all this talk of war - what else are folk to do but drink?


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


It may not be the best idea.


I don't know what that means...


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I've got you.


*Then her teeth fasten to your lip, biting, tearing - blood spills into your mouth, rushes down your throat.*


It's all right, help's on the way.


You are not ready. That's all right. But try to overcome this resistance sooner rather than later - it will make things much easier for you.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


No... took everyone... peasants... lords... took them all...


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


Never.


-- You know us - absolute WILL --- Absolute power ---


<i>Lute...</i>


It would have made little difference if you had.


Hope you find peace in the next life. Hope there is a next life.


Looks like the goblins found her.


Glittering gods - she actually survived...?


Rather unsuccessfully, it would seem. <br>


Maybe yours has as well.


Smoke. Something's burning.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


All right.


I hope the city doesn't seem too small and quaint to you, now you've caught a glimpse of what lies above and beyond...


I am not so easy to be rid of. I come to bargain, and the Hells demand witness.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


Rest. Go home. Soon as the others are ready.


Death becomes you.


This is it - its will is weakening!


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


<i>Notum sit in Baator.</i>


Wonder what's past this.


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


Wonders never cease. You must have hidden mettle, to have been honoured by the Dark Lady.


Never mind, don't tell me. I want to picture it for myself.


At once.


That last run must have been the shortest time any Sceleritas lived! Can you beat the record?


To the Hells with you, then - and may you all forever burn.


Minimus!


Convenient - you showing up like this. How do we know the doll that taunts us is not yours?


Please. Just leave me be.


This might be the wine talking, but I'm feeling <i>inspired.  </i>Thinking of writing my next song - about you.


Then it's true. Orpheus - my prince. What's become of you?


Gone.


It's not mediocre! You - you haven't even tried it!


I know that feeling. My oath is forsaken once more.


How revolting. Another thin-blooded mongrel.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


All of my children will know you for what you are. You are marked.


*The spell's power wanes - but the spirit refuses to be silent.*


No need.


Plucked my friend right out of a harpy's talons.


Effort v5


Very well.<br>


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


<b>LORD</b>


I wouldn't go that far, but the Investigator is being particularly challenging right now.


The <i>ghaik </i>are about to execute their Grand Design and you seek to bargain. <i>P'hak'va.</i>


Impero te!<br>v2


How dare ya.


I tended to it. I just let it... <i>thrive</i> in its own independence. You know, same way you raised us.


Locked from the other side. What lies beyond?


It... it got her. It got Bry too.


Scorch marks? Watch your step, caution, tread lightly, and so forth.


Good work - the True Souls are proper pleased.


It's not our concern. Our prey are elsewhere.


I'll enjoy watching you try.


Aha!


Lucky for you. And perhaps for me.


<i>You have done very well indeed.</i>


Astarion was bound to be trouble. Still - I can't believe we just... gave him up.


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


Silence. You've made your choice, and I've made mine. Hta'zith!


Don't bleed out on me.


You are <i>not </i>going to die.


Fulgur!


No matter how it's been twisted by the shadows, it is still part of Thaniel's essence - it will resemble him somehow, and may show signs of his power.


Take me with you!


Intactilis sum!


I should have known - there's no forgiveness for people like us.


Maybe I have. <i>Finally.</i>


But... you're the one who keeps talking to <i>me</i>.


If they reach the boat we're dead! Hold them back!


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


Lost your footing, have you?


Good team, us.


Let's focus on surviving first.


When we next enter the Astral Prism, we will slay he who would take Vlaakith's throne.


I know a secret that Vlaakith never wants to be revealed.


That was a loud quake.


Death's close at hand.


I ought to smack some manners into you, you know that?


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


Indeed. The curse is still present of course - just veiled and at arm's length for now. Not a trick I can repeat often, but tonight? Tonight is different.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Still, that was the past. I'll never have to grovel for him again.


I assure you, the pleasure is entirely, entirely mine. This research will skyrocket House Oblodra back to the forefront of drow scientific thought. Indeed, it could protect my line for generations.


Not terribly inviting. Who knows what's at the bottom?


No. NO!


Last night will be forever branded into my memory -


The curse is too strong - my torch won't stay lit.


Yet you are not bleeding. For I am <i>nothing</i> if not merciful.


Because I am. At least for now.


*The Urge has congealed in your mind and made of you a beast: a feral carcass with but a twitching knife-arm.*


Drow. And worse... What were they doing here?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


We open up, godsdammit. <i>(And then we run.)</i>


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


An army of evil, an all-conquering force. We must not stand idle as it burns the city to ash!


Your friend is some smooth talker to shut a guard down like that. What do you lot want with me, exactly?


I offer you <i>cleansing. </i>You'd cast it aside for this <i>shka'keth</i>?


I am First Druid now. I protect the circle, whatever the cost.


*The magic you consumed gives a small amount of relief, but the necrotic power within shall soon gnaw at you again.*


Another day, another fight.


A drow? Tell me, Sazza, did your misadventures take you to the Underdark?


You should have a little more faith.


Ubi es?<br>v3


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


None... just... hired... their local thugs...


How did a coward like you survive all these years in the Network?


Let's just stay shoulder to shoulder, and see this through.


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


They call themselves 'adventurers' - they've not slain a single dragon.


Minsc politely declines your offer to be an offering. I am afraid he is already claimed by Boo.


I betrayed Silvanus himself, led the circle to shadow.


Yes.


Oculus tempestatis!


I might use it - as a projectile. Not dying a second sooner than I have to, that's for sure.


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


I've got one!


You may not recognise me in these dire straits, but my name is Volothamp Geddarm, realm-renowned author, auteur, and tastemaker.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


I'll take the pain away.


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


*It's no use - the rage clouds all.*


*The man isn't dead, but he's totally unresponsive.*


All this fear of an inquisitor. He'd better be worth it.


Oh no, this is Shadowheart's business. I am not getting involved.


I'll almost feel sorry grinding you into the dirt.


Exactly as described. Apart from being dead.


Into position.


AH! Nononono - I'msorry. I - I - I -


That is just what a murderer would say. Alas, you cannot enter - move along or I'll feed you to Benji.


Moving ahead.


But you need time to think, so I'll leave you be - give you some space.


Hi there, fella. I think I'll call you Giacomo.


Curious - what are those marks there?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


The Morphic Pool... beneath Baldur's Gate...


I overheard you're gonna be helping us fight the good fight. Knew I would've regretted blowing you up.


Might be other survivors.


What's inside?


Sorry, friend. But you look like you can't take what I mete out. Bring someone with a rear of cast-iron.


A rogue True Soul, flaunting it under your nose all this time. And you <i>ran </i>from her.


An appealing rendering - almost as good as your real form.


My canvas is ready. Are you?


I don't know. I just don't want to die down here. Please...


Glowing eyes are rarely a good sign. Best be careful.


I'll disrespect <i>you</i> if you don't shut it!


Closed Mouth Effort


Someone's tampered with your parasite. That's likely why you've not turned yet.


*The presence deep in your mind is awake, unblinking. This is it. A single word pervades your consciousness: 'Soon'.*


Spurious prune-tart.


Ouch. Sorry. If I'd realised you'd end up in such a snit, I wouldn't have asked.


When I laid eyes on you, I sensed a similar bond. You, tethered to two others, someplace distant. Let me help you remember.


A great deal. But I wouldn't mind halving the burden.


Go on, tell the bastard. All the better for us if he keeps Raphael - busy.


Feeling at home?


*The telescope points to the right.*


Tsk tsk. The Dead Three out there, and us in here.


*A wave of pure devotion washes over you - and with every surge, you feel a presence <i>grow</i> in response.*


<i>Something</i> has changed about our friend, hasn't it? But I can't quite put my finger on it.


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


Looks like the place the Dark Justiciar's letter mentioned. But where's the stash?


If she wished to see us drowned in darkness, Isobel needn't have lifted a finger. Instead, she holds out her hand.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Now, what was it you needed?


A masons' guild. Nobody's done any stonework here in a while...


Blood, over by the bed.<br>


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


This was the first sign of friendly life I came across. I hoped I might find supplies, shelter... and a healer, of course.


*One of your conquests, claimed for Cazador. He should have been consumed long ago.*


What have I done...?


My thanks again, for all you did. With the grove safe, I am free to turn to other matters.


And I'll pick up where I left off - the Upper City.


Shadowheart longs to speak to Dame Aylin. I should wait until she is free.


Closed Mouth Effort


I was there when you picked that up - it was years ago, when we were initiates. Some of the others were intent on tormenting us... until you showed them the error of their ways.


Got no use for lies. Life's interesting enough on its own.


I miss you, Scratch.<br>


Yes.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Dying Burning<br>v3


Just for a moment? I need fresh air. <i>Please.</i>


Fresh recruits for Ketheric's army. To a necromancer, a morgue is a muster yard.


Oof, that must have hurt.


Well, it's the right thing to do, isn't it? Everyone deserves the chance to make some coin.


Karlach's fate may be ordained, but her actions are not. She will make each breath count - we can be sure of that.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Dying Freezing to Death


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You should be careful. Plenty would take advantage of that.


Thank you, <i>ra'stil. </i>The <i>sa'varsh</i> would have left me there to die.


Back away, citizen. This is an order.


Dying Panic Fall


These bones speak of some old, long-forgotten tragedy.


I hear screaming - something is wrong. The shop is closed. Stoney, darling, be careful!


Second, thou shalt obey me in all things.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Lady Shar has blessed us with a new leader. I live to serve.


Books, creature comforts... all the hallmarks of someone's little hideaway.


Congratulations are in order, <i>ra'stil</i>. You have been chosen for our holy crusade.


What in the Hells was that?


When it comes down to man versus dragon, the result tends to be predictable.


Stay in line. And stop jostling!


Everything in this barn has been donated for the refugees - not you. Now piss off.


I hardly need a bodyguard, Tilses. This isn't Avernus.


Didn't doubt you for a moment, friend.


You can count on me, soldier. I can do this.


Us? No no, it was Minthara. She got the orders, she -


Here goes nothing.


Little can I do. Hee hee.


I need to get off this roof NOW!


*Something's off. This creature isn't what it appears to be.*


Stop bothering me. I'm trying to concentrate!


Hardly a surprise - we are protected here, but outside, the shadows are hungry.


Drow... Underdark...


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Good. Then we needn't speak of this again.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Hmm.


Time to pack it in for the day, I think.


*A great fire roars through you - the fire of the First Hell.*


I'm a little busy here, but have a good one, yeah?


Drat!


If you insist.


I'd sleep it off in the worg pens... but that place is a madhouse right now.


Oh, look, the provincial is still around. Taking notes on how the city folk do things? <br>


Don't trust him.


Finally. Let's have some fun.


Rise and fight!


You should search that corpse.


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


No time for mercy.


Dying Burning<br>v4


I don't wish to nag, but have you put any thought towards what I asked of you? I <i>must</i> consume the magic from a suitable vessel soon.


<i>I</i> am master's heart-chosen.


We know that all too well, ma'am. But... the Absolute sent us here.


At least Cazador Szarr is dust. That is a blessing, if nothing else.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


What's that?


The famous Nere - subject of the myconids' ire, no?


The agony of ecstasy - ha ha HEE! Why must pleasure bring such pain?


That's the symbol of Myrkul.


Tieflin's ain't so tough...


*You can feel the old fear turning in your gut, but you force yourself to keep smiling. As you so often did before.*


Slice and drain. Slaughter and spill.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Which reminds me...


So, the army's gone. Next stop: Baldur's Gate.


I am Viconia DeVir. The House of Grief is mine. But what lies beneath... that belongs to my mistress, and that is where you must go.


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


'Duke Wyll Ravengard.' A moniker justly earned.


Out of harm's way.


But if you're so <i>keen </i>to extol their virtues, you can pay accordingly.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


Falling


And for that you are owed thanks - even if I must turn a blind eye to the grave soil that muddies your shoes. You have my gratitude.


Am I... <i>explosive?!</i>


*Neverwinter, Jewel of the North.*


Careful. One wrong move and we'll be behind bars with them.


I don't know what it is, what it does... I just have to get it to Baldur's Gate.


His bubbling hate still fills my nostrils... Not even your treason could dampen this joy, betrayer.


<i>We are loose, but not safe - time to flee!</i>


Suddenly not having any spawn of my own sounds wonderful.


Unless you have some sort of animal grooming emergency, leave me be.


Scars don't make us kindred, softmeat. And they don't make you welcome in my nest.


Trust me - you don't want to eat these.


Her corporeal form is down in the dark, bound by unbreakable chains in Raphael's dungeon.


Razors, scissors, nail files - so many cuts one could make. And yet, such a fleeting window...


Lower the trap and ready yourself.


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


Come on. Get to packing. We're going home.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Ngh...


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


*The device is open to your tadpole's command - to your authority.*


Disregard this - this drivel. Gith declared that Vlaakith should be queen. Orpheus would have ceded control to the <i>ghaik.</i>


Was there anything else you wished to discuss?


You don't want to get them wet, do you? Or worse, weigh you down. Go on; don't turn shy on me now.


Shapeshifting assassins? As if I didn't have enough to keep me awake at night...


Te video!<br>v3


Wait. This looks familiar.


<i>We proceed together. </i>


Behold the dance of death.


There's no mistaking that - it's Myrkul's mark.


I fear we must kill one another. It is Father's way. Two Children must not both leave a holy site alive.


I know what you're trying. And I won't stand for it, <i>jargh!</i>


Likes of you? Please. Only boss you need concern yourself with is me. Out. Now.


Not sure I trust the gith queen not to crush us once we've done what she asks.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


That little disguise Hope gave you is adorable. I can see right through it, of course, and so will Raphael.


For you, oh horned cheek.


No, must not, can not, will not mention her.


Can I please have some food - oh, sorry. I thought you were a priest.


Be patient while these citizens are evaluated. This is all routine - make no sudden moves.


This should help.


Oh-ho-ho!


This must've been where they imprisoned Halsin.


Let me leave with the girl, and I'll give you <i>power</i>.


I think I'm going to be sick...<br>


Hay there.


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


Ah, but I <i>know</i>.


The rest of you - keep patrolling. I'm heading back with the drow.


Prick-squeak - tell the sergeant we won't move a pebble 'til we're paid.


They are a family set upon self-slaughter.


I know. Thank you - for not running like the others.


It cannot be avoided.


Sob<br>var 1


I saw your mind. That thing's still in me - and there's one in you. I don't understand.


Have you found someplace we can wash our clothes yet?


I'll do that. See you around, Fytz.


Resisto ignem!


Something didn't like that.<br>


Weak


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


Given our group's nature, I don't see much harm. We're each monsters in the making, after all.


Where's our dream guardian?


Piss off, would you? I've got some 'papers' I have to file to get in. Apparently. <i>Bloody bleeding bureaucrats...</i>


What? I was trying to spy a nice warm spot for Boo's bedding.


'Inquisitor', hm? Do I bow? Shake his hand? What's the protocol?


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Carrion's cloths... so ugly... belonged in the grave...


Personally, I'd use the Hammer. Let Orpheus take the fall - your people have been fine without him all these years.


*The ring slots perfectly into place and the door swings open.*


Watch your back.


Are you quite mad? Or maybe defective.


But - but still, you can give me something that'll let me touch again, right? Safely?


*The statue gazes at you impassively. Its challenge has been met.*


Lae'zel, do you want to talk about what happened at the crèche?


No one back home will ever believe this.<br>


You will give it to us. Then you will bend your head for the sword.


It pains me to look upon you. Such wasted promise.


<i>Punished?! </i>Gods. Don't want to imagine what that entails. Maybe there's still time to find her.


Laughter


Mystra-Ryl!


Come out of love for me, not love for blood and steel...


Rotten thing. Barely worth the fight.


Perhaps it would have been better to keep that particular opportunity between ourselves...


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


*Your gold is not enough to buy your freedom. A prison cell beckons.*


Don't waste a step.


You want to gossip, go to the Elfsong. I ain't here to chat.


Let us die, Chosen, as only Bhaalspawn can.


Please, Astarion. If you're telling the truth, please help us.


Please focus, we're the Book Brigade, not a smut symposium!


<b>The ground doth shake, the air is thin.<br>Hail, Unholy Assassin. </b>


I'll get you out of there.


Attack<br>var 3


Be safe out there, whatever comes your way.


Thank you. 'S good to be appreciated.


Now, what was it you wanted?


Be calm, <i>ra'stil</i>. Those standing in truth need not fear Vlaakith's gaze.


Shout if you need anything else.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


Something of a much rarer vintage. After I offered up the Nightsong to Lady Shar, her blood was on the spear, on my hands, on my clothing. I wrung out every drop I could. Saved it for a special occasion.


We've found Orin's home base. And a house of horrors it is.


Perhaps it's time we paid Raphael a visit.


Well, if you insist on loving and adoring me, I guess I'll have to allow it.


Another fight. Let's go.


His territory ran from the Wood of Sharp Teeth to Cloakwood. It took half an army to drive him out. How did he end up here?


That eye. In Tymora's name, Wyll? What's happened to you?


So all I need to know is - does that include you, or not?


*A scene appears in your mind: two paladins and a cleric marching through the door - shrouded in the glow of the divine.*


<i>Ecce dominus!</i>


Absolute junk.


There's something underneath here...


Ah. I sense you have trodden the paths of the dead, felt their bones crumble to dust beneath your feet.


Bit of a let-down, this place.


Refreshing.


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


Of course it'll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


These protesters keep harassing the refugees. It's horrid.


Para bellum!<br>v3


This is about your <i>precious</i> Baldur's Gate.


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Eyes to yourself while I take inventory.


How do you maintain such an elaborate plait, Shadowheart? The craftsmanship is impressive.


No, no, no...


What in the hells? I never knew this was here. This was always Cazador's private quarters - only he ever came in here.


Well - we've other ways to fill your void. A drink, for one. A pair of drow, for another. Choose your sin.


<i>Tchak'i!</i> To your death.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Laughter


The bridge guard chatted some shite about a 'coronation', couldn't really make head nor tail of it.


Good thing it went up - now to get out of here.


This was more fun when he was screamin'.


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


Go cry into your sack of gold.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


I wouldn't dawdle if I were you. I doubt True Soul Minthara has much patience left.


Do not relent.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


We have room at the campfire yet - let the girl stay. I wouldn't want it said that I am any less than a perfect gentleman.


YOU BROUGHT VIOLENCE. UNACCEPTABLE. BUT ALL CAN BE FORGIVEN. FOR THE RIGHT PRICE.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Angry little creature, isn't she?


Something over there.


Only a bad person would say that. And that's what you are.


My son Galan... did it. If I ever missed him... could look down and... remember him.


Activated elsewhere, Boo? As you say.


Fiddly things.


Off I go.


I'm afraid Lady Jannath is not a patron of such unique artistry.


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


Um. 'Ello. Got any breeches?


I don't fancy reporting a botched shipment - and I doubt you fancy dying on the rack. So... what shipment?


Out of necessity, nothing else.


Only Lord Gortash can protect us from the world-ending monstrosity of the Absolute!


Victory v2


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


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


As for whether I <i>should</i> wield it... that would rather depend on the circumstances. And how closely I felt Mystra was watching...


But she hath left it behind for now. For she hath chosen to traverse the Hells with Karlach, and through battle with devils and demons doth she seek to serve the Dark Lady still.


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


A fine enough sword. I presume the swamp has long swallowed its owner.


That's putting it mildly.


Scorched ground - better watch out.


Morbidus!


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


Remember how keen she was to leave me to die on the nautiloid? We can't trust her.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


Who? There's... there's no one else.


Now tell me something about yourself.


Grant me the time and guidance I need to become your vessel, my lady.


Probably not the last time that'll happen.


A slow end - and a painful one, I think.


So be it - I will be ready, whatever you decide.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


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


SmileClosed<br>var 1


Recovered <br>V4


What's our leader have to say?


Vae victis!<br>v3


Down into the Underdark. Reckon I'll be old by the time I see the sun again.


I'm bloody starvin'. They finished cookin' that dwarf yet?


I'm starting to see the truth of him, believe it or not. My expectations of that mugungus have changed significantly. But I still want the best for him.


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


I can see you over there, you know. What are you doing?


Get your Gazette here! Only... Oh. Oh no. You're that nasty person from today's edition -<br>


I need healing.


Oh to have but a thimbleful of your confidence at my disposal...


The engravings on the ring are Kozakuran script, like the book we found earlier.


Aid their search for the Prism, and you will be worthy to stand beside them. In my presence.


And when that moment comes, you give the Crown to me. In exchange, I give you the Hammer now.


Hells, I need to get out of here.


A bruise here, a scratch there. Nothing a good night's sleep couldn't cure.<br>


Rest easy, I've got you.


Inficio!


Athkatla, capital of Amn. Not a city overly fond of wizards. Their loss.


A brain. Not so miraculous outside of a skull.


He didn't, love. It still isn't safe. Goblins, you know.


Spurious prune-tart.


Worth a shot.<br>


Place the powder and use fire to explode it!


---transform-


As for pulling a knife... fine - I did. But! They wouldn't let me look for Vanra and I panicked. All right?


Oh, he's alive. And we're going to find him.


Anyway, I have a lot to do now those squatters are out of my hair. Goodbye.


A mephit?!


Hmm... what's that?


Crescit eundo!


I can show you who he truly is - if you will just tell me where to find him.


All those lives, just snuffed out... I hope it was worth it.


I should never have trusted an ally of the Dark Lady.


If you can lead the way, I'll gladly follow.


Not that it's any of your business - I'm not poking my nose into whatever trade <i>you</i> made with him.


Their fight has little to do with <i>freedom </i>and everything to do with <i>power</i>. I told Wulbren not to go near them, but did he listen? He did not.


Looks like there's a chest buried in that hay.


This idol's power is quite phenomenal. Quite perfect for my condition to boot.


Looks like some kind of magical contraption. Now to get it to work...


Find a way out!


An astral projection. We should take this one seriously - she's clever by half.


Close ranks.


<i>Behold, </i>the fool of fools.<i></i>


Voco spicae!


Mortem tuum sum!


What do we have here?


You one of those Moonrise types, then?


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


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


His most ill-trusted zealots.


'When the ash had cleared, beloved Orpheus was gone.'


Depends which side of it you're standing on, I suppose.


Karlach incoming.


Dragons - overhead! <i>Stay low.</i>


You want the girl so bad? Fine. Have her roasted!


What's all this now, Zhent? The city's ransom I'm paying you not enough?


While... carrying... out... orders... for... General... Thorm...


I've never heard of a miniature version, let alone a conversant one. Which means Boo is either a rare specimen...


To arms! No, wait - to SWORDS!


Our gith helper didn't make it. So how were we spared...?


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


Karlach certainly does not.<i></i>


Now that's what I call personal decoration.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Nor did Cazador, it seems.


It smells like blood. Like thick, tainted blood. We should leave. We should all leave.


You're right. We can handle this. And - and we'll do it for Edowin.


We got more than ya can 'andle. We're gonna tear yer gate down an' peel yer skins off.


I can tell you what I don't like. Unwittingly sleeping next to someone with a taste for blood and a tendency to lie about it.


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


More doppelgangers. The Absolute has won their loyalty, it seems.<br>


Hear that? Infernal engine for a heart. Lets me burn as hot as the Hells. Thing's been running in overdrive since I left Avernus.


Sounds like just what we need to get to Moonrise.


Barrelstalk, bloated with poison. Better leave it be.


<i>My lady. </i>I am your most humble servant. Now and forever.


I'm sorry it came to that. But if it was you or them, I'd pick you every time.


Look, I don't want to fight. That's the exact opposite of what I want to do right now. Let's start over. Hi, I'm Karlach, and I get to touch you any time I want. How about that?


You <i>monster</i>.


I've been unfair to you - I've had unrealistic expectations of your character ever since I joined you...


So it's true. You scattered the goblins. Peace can finally return to this corner of the Sword Coast. Thank you.


That doesn't matter.


Oh, that perfect specimen is still travelling with you? And I missed him? What a terrible pity.


I won't keep you waiting.


My will is infinite.


My Zhent are in position at the Guildhall. We'll send word when the job is done.


Your world has strange customs...


Effort v11


Hurt


How may I be of service?


The daughter of darkness.


The glass feels... warm?


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Warriors of the <i>mind, </i>cousin. A discipline unknown to your kind - and the very reason we were attacked.


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


-- hunt--
   - CHASE - -
 -  devour -


Shadow Druids? There's more to Kagha than meets the eye.


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


He's right. Let's go - we need to check out that blast.


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


Get out. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!


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


Duergar - this True Soul has betrayed us. Let their blood prove your devotion!


Where are you going? We need Ketheric's Netherstone!


My pet's been unruly -


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


<i>Eliminate.</i>


You'll be stronger than ever.


When this city heaves its final breath, we will march on to the next. And the next. And the next.


Ominous.


One boot in front of the other - then up evil's behind!


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


That can wait.


A pricy bottle indeed. The kind that takes two swings to break on an enemy brow.


Vos curo!


A sigil of the Harpers. Odd for their kind to misplace this.


I recognise that floral motif - same as that key we found.


My Lady... it is true then. You are now the Nightsinger's chosen. Long may you rule.


Agh!


Say, but I know you, don't I? In a manner of speaking. You were on the nautiloid as well.


Sorry, commander. You <i>are</i> my commander, but... Jord promised me pies.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Lanpos deserved to die - tell me why.


You'll want to speak with Gekh, sir.


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


My, aren't <i>we</i> eager?


I already told you the Absolute is growing stronger. If we don't act now, it will be too late.


Damn it.


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


Hm. A game for surface children.


There's one of you and four of us - do you really think you can take all of us at once?


NO MORE NEGOTIATIONS!


*Nothing in your colourful existence to date could have prepared you for this.*


My, I actually did it.


You do not understand. I heed Vlaakith's call.


Intactilis sum!


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Surely you have <i>something</i> better to do.


Someone... already got... his Watchers...


Gale - what's troubling you? We're nearly at the end, I know it


I have kept my word.


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


Confusio!


When the Sword Coast is ours, we'll set out sights on the Underdark.


We weren't whispering, ma'am. Not us.


*Your nostrils fill with the rank smell of death. The hyena has feasted, but looking into her eyes, you know it wasn't enough. She's still hungry.*


Can't keep me out.


Told you. He's too stubborn to die.


May you and your family have full bellies and a warm place to rest - always. Be well.


Effort v2


More for me.


He's not a corpse, he's my <i>husband</i> - the man I vowed to support through sickness and health. And I intend to keep that promise.


Fuck yes!


That's Mystra's power for you. Where there's even a trace of magic, she will be there to bring it to life.


*This burial custom is strange, but you are beginning to make sense of it.*


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Something is... different about you. New facial creases, perhaps? A fresh battlescar I hadn't noticed?


I think this was my favourite part - losing myself in here. Being someone else, even just for a while.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Dying


I feel so weak. There's necrotic magic at work here.<br>


A key - for what?


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


Big, and slow? The keepers of this place choose different forms. Better ones.


Sarin... paranoid... hid it... away...


((*it is my right. <b>it is my right!</b>*))


Another jar. Another brain.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


The road to the city lies ahead. If we have business behind us, let us face it now.


Unless we die horribly tomorrow. Which is always a strong possibility.


The shadows - I can feel them draining the life from me.


And this talk of evil overthrowing evil - pah! Like a many-headed hydra biting at its own throat.


I've never heard something so beautiful...


*It <i>is </i>alive. Your tadpole echoes awareness - and the deep, savage fury of a wild thing caged.*


Best move fast.


I'm sorry to go on about it, but are you all right? You're looking awful peaky.


Right tool will do the trick.


Jaheira!


I'm in no mood to exchange threats. I will enter first; your time will come.


Nowhere's safe any more, no matter how many Steel Watchers Lord Gortash tries to jam down our throats.


He sounds like someone worth talking to.


<i>Dead. Should have done that a long time ago.</i>


The tower doesn't stink like an overstuffed cemetery - which means Balthazar hasn't returned.


This will be of aid.


You've taken a wrong turn, friend.


Ffion Goldgrind...


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


It's bloated with poison. Better leave it be.<br>


No use digging here.


Tut tut. No need for that crude cutlery of yours. As you can see, I'm amply provisioned.


It looks just like the toys from the barn. Better watch my step.


What're we talkin'? Time or amount?


A map of where we found the shapeshifters, alongside Father Lorgan's name - our killer was here.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


And yet - orders are orders.


And he probably knows a thousand ways to kill us.


Let me give you a hand.


Damn, completely stuck. I wonder when it was used last.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Hmph. Humans. What did they expect?


Gods, this stench of death is overpowering.


What is <i>that</i>?


Only in absence is one healed.


And who tasked you with this mission?


Step one: get far away from anything with tentacles. Step two: stay calm and don't burn anything down. Step three: find allies who won't mind a friend who spends a lot of time talking to herself.


Up you get.


The brain is near. Let it be your one and only focus.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


Don't tell.


War is no place for a precious little baby like Biscotti, after all.


What was I when you first knew me? Before you <i>ever</i> knew me?


I can call you other silly names, True Soul. Like arserag, or shitepot.


Inexpugnabilis!


'Lara' or 'Lora' or whatever it was learned that lesson the hard way.


With the Absolute's will, I can fix <i>anythin'</i>.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


I thought the Harpers knew every hidey-hole and rat-run in the city. This place housed something slightly larger than a rat, I think.


I won't give in.


Now that you have failed Bhaal, the Urge shall come calling to claim you, the moment that tadpole is not in your head.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


*Despite your efforts to stave it off, the gnawing power within you demands more magic.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Outta my face, lizard.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


*Whatever killed this werewolf burned it up from the inside. It's throat and innards are more liquid than solid.*


You've let my study turn into a thicket, is this what I am hearing?


Effort v10


Perhaps we should talk about this!


<i>That's when we know we've been kept by the Fey. </i>


Don't worry, I'm here.


So many dark nooks and crannies - this fortress is a lurker's paradise.


This is an ancient holy relic? It doesn't feel that ancient. Or holy.


But we are not dead yet, thanks to our illithid benefactor.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Ground's shaking again. Can't say I like it.


I said move along - unless you have a piglet up there somewhere, this doesn't concern you.


Blood near the bed.<br>


Her name is Karlach. An archdevil's soldier I swore on my good eye to kill.


All done? Good. Now enough sniffing around and get me out of this thing.


For the Chosen!


Voco arvina!<br>v3


The Guild ain't gone, for what it's worth. If I know the boss, well... we're just restructuring.


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


It's not enough that Lily is dead. Now we can't even bury her.


An elf sailor and a dragon - quite friendly, by the looks of it.


Oh, trust me, your eyes say it all. <i>Everyone</i> wants to pet him.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


They lined us up like dogs. Ikaron was with the kids, telling them it was gonna be all right. <br>


This must be exciting, it's not every day you get to speak to your god-queen.


Right back at you.


Sure as shittin' you could deal with some stubborn rothe. Go on, get 'em moving.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Nobody's allowed through here without permission... even you.


No!


You're being rather philosophical about all this, Karlach. I was expecting a more heated response.


<i>But now, without the Nightsong, he is vulnerable. End him, in my name, Shadowheart. Let him see you in your splendour, before you shut his eyes forever.</i>


Perhaps you've decided to chase down the fiend after all?


If only Lia could see how far we've come - she'd be so proud.


Costumes. Even the Sharran's play make-believe.


Yes. Of course.


Oh, I don't care for that at all. It's just unsettling.


What possessed you to actually come back here? You should have vanished.


You will die for me, won't you?


The Elder calls. We answer!


How are you?


The glowing's stopped, whatever that means.


Alas, no. The charm Elminster granted me <i>requires</i> my death as the spark that will light the orb's fuse.


Breathe quiet, move with care.


Not to sound ungrateful, but you couldn't have saved some of my guards? I'm left to carry my own luggage.


Ah ha! You fell for it!


Virtus et scientia!


True, we're acting out of desperation. Let's just be careful - any potential cure is useless if our heads are parted from our shoulders beforehand.


You tempt me to break my oath, whelp.


There is a touch of the Moonmaiden to these sigils. An old attempt to bind Sharran power.


Your fate may be written, but your story isn't ended.


You're not one of them. They took you, same as they took me.


The gods themselves cannot grant you my unimaginable bliss. Refuse it once, and you will be left forever wanting.


Viam sapientiae!


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


You better go enjoy the party before I do something I'll regret. I like you <i>un</i>burnt, after all.


Heroes didn't save me from Cazador: mind flayers did.


A very gory idea of art.


No. No - you cannot do this.


Why not let them see? Don't be shy.


Expello te!<br>v3


The orb's power is undiminished. If we do not succeed, I will not hesitate when the time comes.


...'Blessed' by the Absolute, but not blinded by it? Now I simply <i>must</i> study you.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


I've heard that in Baldur's Gate, 'wizard' is also a term used for one who eschews their more, ahem, <i>carnal</i> desires. Is that true, Wyll?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


The viper bares her fangs defending her brood. It is only right that <i>she</i> strike the killing blow.


The orb is not a choice that I relish... but it is not one we can afford to ignore.


*You imagine the explosion. Thousands will die. You have to stop it - ceremorphosis and the orb itself.*


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Just be quick.


That's Ironhand Gnome business.


Closed Mouth Effort


Attack Critical<br>


At the ready.<br>


We need you in the fight.


Still, it's a minor consideration: We know our most crucial duty.


Cut his teeth?! For his sake, I hope he's dead already.


By the good gods, such cruelty. Is your soul truly this sick?


Better not let too much be spilled. As much as I'm enjoying the show, we may still need her afterwards.


Really? I don't know.


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


We can deliver it to a kith'rak or varsh at the first opportunity.


Nobody's talking to you, flatface!


The goblin knows nothing of the <i>ghaik. </i>This is a waste of time.


*The heavy door grinds open. The combination worked.*


*It seems a name was once carved beside the inscription, but it has been scratched away by vermin or vandalism.*


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Father Lorgan's help was not enough to save them.


Those druids are going to get us killed - nothing sacred about this lot!


Agh! Spilled my pint.


For me?


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


The drow wants to fight, lads!


Whatever Cazador did to me, it was more than his usual sadism: it had purpose.


Dragonborn pelts are such a wonderful material. Strong. Versatile. So easily scraped clean.


Perhaps the Mother Superior will show mercy, and kill you quickly.


What little herb-lore I have.


Tremors. And nothing natural about them, I'd wager.


Gela!


Better be cautious.


One wrong move, and you're goin' in the lake.


I needed a githyanki egg. Contractual business. That blast probably left it as a rather messy scramble.


Thank you for visiting Sorcerous Sundries.


The source of Gortash's Watchers. If I could get over my disgust, I might be impressed.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


No point in wasting any more time here with you.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


You don't need to watch the door, you know. No one's getting in that we don't want to.


Grace, elegance, just waiting to be shattered. Oh yes, I know your bliss:


So you made a cow drop out of the sky, which presumably killed it, and yet somehow you found out her name was Stephanie...


All will... serve Her.


To the left and...


Mors certa!


Yes.


Hey!


Thanks. That was <i>really</i> starting to hurt.


Let's go.


Yes. Quite right.


That's what they tell me. But we'll save it for later.


Seven thousand Astarions, unleashed on the Sword Coast. It'll be a well-dressed flood of mayhem, at least.


You would accuse <i>ME </i>of a <i>CRIME </i>in my <i>OWN HOME?</i> Outrageous!


It's getting dark. Can't hold on.<br>


But of course. You achieved something far beyond mere fact.


My circlet...


*Your awareness unfolds, expanding through every wall in the tower - every mind.*


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


The <i>kith'rak</i> is a traitor. He would deny the queen's protocol and slay his own children.


<i>Chk. </i>Those words mean nothing to me.


I smell danger on the wind. Keep your weapons ready.


There's something evil here. Below, down, down... argh!


But the foot itself, it looked craggy, didn't it? Rugged? Big? I get excited just thinkin' about it...


I'll do a better job looking after these dogs than she ever did. I promise.


You have? I would love to hear your conclusions, but it would not feel right to do so without my research partner.


<i>The name was intended as a slight - to remind me of the heights from which I fell. But I have grown fond of it. It encapsulates well who I've become. </i>


<i>Glory!</i> Now, then:


Well-spoken, says Boo! If we are to die useless deaths, let them be useless deaths of <i>our </i>choosing.


Oh I mean no offence to the Morninglord, I simply prefer when his monasteries aren't overrun with brutish, stupid, rude githyanki.


You've got more courage than sense if you're planning to go deeper. But someone needs to.


Whoa gods!


There is a very ancient and very wise saying that Minsc lives by.


It is good to meet somebody who recognises our talents - better still if they reward us for doing what comes naturally.


Arabella... I'm nine and a half...


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Aye, well. Might be you should've, yeah?


Her duty was survival. You'd have done the same - do <i>not</i> pretend otherwise.


Resisto mortem!


When you hugged me, I felt warm inside... not hot, not burning. Warm and light. I was so <i>happy.</i>


Come down, then. Seems you're a friend of the family.


I'm sorry to say, I can't undo that magic. I can't cure you. But that doesn't mean I can't help.


I'm not a centipede, I'm a <i>guard</i>.


I sensed what was done to you from afar. Now let me confirm it; I need to know exactly what we're dealing with...


Guards! This human is trying to hurt me and my friend!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Now's not the time.


The shadows deepen - uncursed, but no less grim for it.


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


His Absolutist friends can't be very happy with you.


I dunno. A while. It all kind of blurs together. But we saw you fighting more than once. You were our favourite. No one could take you down - they barely landed a hit!


Configo!


SmileClosed<br>var 1


My favourite future clients. Are you ready to accept my kind offer?


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers?<br>


Victory v3


I have to admit, I am impressed with Gale and his new lantern.


<i>Enough. Stand down, both of you.</i>


You let Voss live. I suppose I should be angry - but at this point, I'm simply amused.


<i>The Blade of Frontiers, hero of the Sword Coast - and his own father's killer. I can barely believe it.</i>


Don't - don't let me keep ya, boss. Lads were gathered by the windmill.


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


The shadows will take this place eventually, with or without our interference.


That makes me dangerous - even in death.


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


With haste.


Hush, Arnell. Jen wants her family. Jen shall have her family. How can we help, dear?


Since you asked so nicely...


Try not to bleed so much.


<i>This is it - its will is weakening!</i>


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Beldron... Ironhand Gnomes...


*Walk in the way of dawn, for Lathander cannot protect you where the light doth not reach.*


Think you can take me on?


Not sure how I feel about accepting illithid gifts from a worm in my head, if I'm honest.


Vae victis!<br>v3


You can point that smug little smile somewhere else, for a start.


Diminue!


Lie down. <i>Then </i>dance.


Reckon you're our last hope. But can't say I'm worried.


They've been talking about you. They hope you're going to come with us. Could you spare them a few words?


The brew-man's popped, the floors are spattered
Say, hey, for the pub!
Drain your mug like nothing matters
Say, hey, for the pub!


Locked in. That doesn't bode well.


Balduran sails away and leaves the dragon to watch over his city. Do the histories make mention of this?


Hmph - the famous Blade of Frontiers, in the flesh. Clever, this hero act you've got going.


No thanks.


Let me see...


A toast to Raphael's latest client, the saviour of the city.


Look, mate. Them getting the right coffin won't ease shit. Trust me.


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


And what other evil creatures have you vanquished?


Claw marks and spells. Is this Halsin's doing? Did he return to the grove?


Did you actually want something, or are you just here to spoil my fun?


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


There is only one order to give. <i>'Die'.</i>


Why the hells are they so <i>slow</i>? Meadhoney usually runs a tighter ship than this.


Truth is like a blade, my friend. We can arm ourselves with it.


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


Luckily there's nothing small about getting to know someone like you. There's little occasion for frivolity in nature - I can appreciate your stance... even if others do not.


I'll take care of that.


Shout


Flowers? How are they growing here, of all places?


PainOpen<br>var 1


<i>Chk</i>. Enough viscera to rival a githyanki sparring circle.


Malleus! v2


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


But if he is not, he has a chance to do some good today. To set right a little of the pain he has caused in his miserable existence.


I think it's siphoning life from whoever's unfortunate enough to be attached to this thing.


Dying Burning


The walls are deep gnome make. The chiseling is remarkably intricate.


Don't mind me. I'll stay out of your way.


The ring must be Ellie May's. Better in my hands than those of some graverobber, I say.


We leave soon. Pity. I like this plane. Very bloody.


Eiecto te!


That's why I need to work hard in the kennels every day. To <i>get</i> tough.


<i>That's my reward for everything I suffered. That's why I survived ten years of torment. The fighting, the clawing, the loneliness, the fucking loneliness...</i>


<i>Tnak</i>. I'll feckin' kill you!


<i>O Cap', my fearsome Cap',</i>


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


*After a quick examination, you conclude that your patient is pretending to be wounded. You wonder why.*


Darling, did you hear that crier from Baldur's Mouth? Lord Gortash is dead!


Torre!


Thanks for cutting in - there might have been more than words if you hadn't.


Then we are in accord - the time for action is now.


*Let Merriment Abound*


Observe with whom it travelleth. Friends.


They never found the head. Makes me wonder how they knew it was Stelmane.


No, she would <i>not</i>. Near screamed our ears off when my husband tried to leave it in Elturel.


Pathetic. You don't negotiate with people who wish you dead. You <i>kill </i>them.


Down here, in the mushrooms!


Cast yourself into the dark if you wish. I mean to be there to pull you back - by the hand, or the scruff.


Thank you for standing with us. I need to check on my people, but come see me when you have a chance.


<i>Githyanki? What are they doing here...? Get rid of them. </i>


Welcome. You see to peruse the <i>special </i>goods, I take it?


Sympathy is for the weak. I merely wanted to say my piece. I wanted <i>her </i>to know the cost of her education. Now do what you will.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


It saved you?


Have you never worked for the rich before? For every bite you take, they get a whole cake.


<i>Are you looking to have it extracted?</i>


<i>You.</i>


I really forgot about them, felt nothing the moment I handed them over to him.


Mol's eyepatch. We should find her before she can come to harm.


Take my hand!


Don't you snurl at me, you nasty cow!


Soon, we will be in Baldur's Gate. What say you to that, sister?


Decidedly not. I have more to do with dustbrushes than paintbrushes - I am Lady Jannath's butler.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Ridiculous - I'd know a fake from half a furlong away!


Come on. Up!


This town - I remember it too well. Much druid and Harper blood was spilled in taking it... only to lose it again.


Well?


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


Eh, no thank you. Minsc is full. So is Boo.


I'll slip away when the coast is clear. See you soon, my friend! I simply can't wait to pick your brain!


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


Time to push my luck again.


Maybe <i>you</i> should keep your nose out of where it doesn't bloody belong. Now, you want clothes or not?


Fun, right? Who knows what you could find.


Perhaps not. But know that I judge myself every bit as harshly, for allowing this to come to pass.


Just an old prayer.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


You are a paladin, are you not? So full of yourself that there is more power in your promise than in all the brain's lumpy largeness!


Changed your mind?


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


C-c'mon, you lot, let's get out of here!


Something missing here. A mould, I'd wager.


Was't your father a flounder?


*You notice nothing more than meets the eye.*