Ugh. That potion... did not go down well.


Fuck them. Never again.


All right - you won, <i>you won</i>! What more do you want from me?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


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


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...


*You manage to resolve the matter. You will not be disturbed further.*


Didn't think the Zhentarim would turn on us so easily. Inatra seemed... honest, gods help me.


Ready your weapons. This will not be resolved by wits alone.


Choose Halsin, and our story may still be an epic - but it won't be a romance.


A little, but it will fade.


Can't trust one's eyes in the Underdark. Can't trust these mushrooms either.


Yes. YES! Should be able to follow the river straight to Baldur's Gate. Easy.


Lihala's lute... where is... where...


Oh, make a dragon!


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


You hoped the fey magic of the hag might be enough to remove your tadpole. But it wasn't.


Vines everywhere. They did it. They really did it.


Resistance is futile. Your death is inevitable.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Sniff<br>var 1


I know! Wasn't it impressive?


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Impero te!


This stonework looks more suited to the surface than the Underdark... who built this?


No - not until I met Art, anyway. It seems to be all he remembers.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


What an odd gadget. What's it for, I wonder?


Trust me. You'll know when I'm ready to discuss it.


Woooooooooow.


Too slow, slowpoke! Hah!


Barbarian Roar


You let them in? <i>Naughty.</i> That's a decade for each. You're mine for thirty more years, petal.


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


Might as well.


Shhh! You're ruining it. I just want to - just a little closer...


She <i>what</i>? Blood and rust, lady. What'd you do?


Druids will always follow nature's purpose over any mortal threat. Halsin goes where he is needed, as must we.


Under cover.


You've stayed my blade. Friendship? Don't push it.


So, Lae'zel's finally seen the light and turned on her mistress.


A momentary spasm of the jaw. But perhaps there is cause.


*The last time you heard this voice, it was singing drunkenly, whispering sweetly, then sighing with pleasure.*


*The inscription speaks of Moonrise... a reference to vile Selûne no doubt.*


Hm. Nice.<br>


Guess there's no point in wearing this old thing anymore.


*You see her hand in your bags... and the shame in her heart.*


Be there in a blink.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Stalking.<br>


Indeed? And what does it protect you from?


<i>If anyone can, it's you, Gale. Whether you </i>should <i>is a question you might consider, though.</i>


If there is a healer here, I hope they don't solve problems with your... enthusiasm.


I suppose... If this is what you want, then I shall provide.


Bring Shadowheart back here.


A casting mould. Could put this to use at the forge.


Greater drow than you have challenged me, sister. The Underdark is thick with their blood.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Your <i>ghaik </i>attempted to assimilate me.


Lies of a lying liar. <b>Let void take you.</b>


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


*She pulls you close - close enough that you can feel your hearts pounding against each other - and kisses you deeply.*


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


*Sniff.* You smell weird - like death and, and hag magic!


Pointless, without a pup to chase it.


Eiecto te!


Adventurers are basically mercenaries. Stands to reason some of them would side with a mad cult if it paid well enough.


Yes yes, all right.


Siccut cattus!


I can make my own way in the world. There's enough of it out there.


It's us or them. We've no other choice.


I should leave.


You have shed the rarest of blood for your goddess, Shadowheart. I hope it was worth it to you.


I know exactly what you are. Zariel's -


Begone, putrid boil!


A Flaming Fist? Someone beat her to a pulp.


Aww, thank you petal. She barely even cried when I swallowed her whole - such a good little thing.


Well shit.


I'd prefer not to see it again, that's for sure.


I don't need any attention right now.


Seems so.


Thank you - we still have the goblins to contend with, but you've given us time to prepare.


<i>Carve a way through the shadows. Cast light on what is sought.</i>


He can't be dead! I never got any answers out of him!


We need to get out of here or we're stone dead. Get us tools, anything that could crack the wall behind us.


This is the Chamber of Egress. The portals here criss-cross the planes, but they won't open to the likes of you and me.


Gandrel... hunter...


I can close that up fast.


Not luck. <i>Skill.</i>


Invoco te!<br>v2


The Crown - it's somewhere in the Chionthar.


You are unworthy of Bhaal's presence, let alone his trial.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Signum arcanum!


Death won't take me yet.


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


If you're not going to help, there's nothing left to say.


And you could have embraced death with a smile. Few are given such a choice.


Just to remind you, I'm merely a spawn. It won't count.


Hey! Whatever you did, my collar's vibrating.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Victory v2


Walk Peace <br>v4


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


It's bloated with poison. Better leave it be.<br>


Can we fight now? Boo is not used to this taking of turns.


Yes, you've made that <i>very</i> clear.


Looks like a beast came through here - a big one too.


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


*Even as you utter the words to yourself, you know it is but an intention. And these dark desires of yours have little regard for your intentions.*


*The <i>Wychlaran</i>: wise women of Rashemen, each bonded to a berserker bodyguard for life. There is no higher title, nor deeper bond, in all of Rashemaar custom.*


Lightbringer Gortash will show us the way!


I really like talking to you. There's not a lot of people that want to talk to me so I bought you a present. Here.


I'll skin you alive, you fowl wretch!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I cut her - I cut her and cut her and cut her, but the more she bled, the harder she fought.


By all means, avenge Shar, but can we do it later? The worm is more important than your piety.


Her hatred he could bear, perhaps, as long as she had another chance to live.


N-no, not questionin', madam! Never! We know our place...


*The Urge deep within tingles. This is the one the Butler commanded you to kill.*


I left your stupid crèche, why are you still chasing me? I don't even want your bloody eggs!


Minsc and Boo surely would, but you have so many followers already that Boo cannot pick your scent from the pack.


*You feel Shadowheart bristling - this is important to her. You may yet have the chance to dissuade her from doing her duty, but not without risk to your bond.*


Poor Karlach. All this way, just to be faced with a dead end - literally. I can't imagine how she feels.


Efferve!


This Lae'zel and her allies. Can they be trusted?


*You don't recall any lessons in githyanki code-breaking.*


You worm!


Umbrae!


What path lies before me?


*She is transformed. Her body is no longer hers, but her eyes, her heart - she is still Karlach, for now. Only - there's a hunger in her eyes that wasn't there before.*


Have you ever read anything on that subject?


I was unsure of our alliance with the Sharrans - betraying Shadowheart seemed a steep price to pay - but I accept the wisdom of it now.


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


Can't say you didn't choose well. Wyll looks absolutely besotted.


Always room for more.


*You pause for a moment - Ketheric is vulnerable, and he knows it. He will do everything in his power to regain control.*


Damn right it won't. I'll crush every cultist myself if I have to.


Consider it done.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


That bare easel makes Minsc a little sad. Unless - is this <i>art</i>, Boo?


Ubi es?<br>v3


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


A True Soul... yes. Should've seen it right away.


*Perhaps even this very pod was your prison... where were you first captured? It's impossible to remember...*


I'll save you, I swear it!


Need a little boost?


One wrong move and I'd have been a statue, imprisoned for eternity...<br>


<i>(Can you even imagine what wonders the fey pantheon might've revealed? Incredible.)</i>


Not again...


Shapeshifter assassins. Damn, that complicates things.


Be free!


With haste.


We'll be back on the road soon, girl.<br>


The Absolute is no mere <i>cult</i> - it is a calling. And you are here to test my faith.


Malleus!


You're right. I can always rely on you to say the right thing.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


What interesting tableaus - clearly ancient too. Driders, mind flayers... Must depict some ancient battle.<br>


You're lucky Jaheira gave you the all-clear, or I'd be looking at you next.


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


This lock shall yield to me.


Resisto acidum!


Now?


Yes. The brain will fall - and the people will hail us as champions.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Listen!


Mean! Run!


Let's see.


My work can grant peace and serenity - the likes of which few experience. It will be worth it - I promise.


A wine bottle? A scholar with good taste, perhaps.


Deadlier than ever.


THAT SNAKE! THAT - THAT - AUUUGHH.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


I shoulda known! Get 'im!


We can grieve later - once we get out of this pit.


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


Ah, and the heart-stopping bloodsucker. I hope you've changed your mind. My neck is yours, any time.


I have no love for the illithid - but its survival is bound to ours. That is as close to common cause as we will get.


Whatever waits in the city - at least I did not have to leave this place abandoned to the curse a second time.


You don't know him, though. This is just his way.


Thank - <i>thank you.</i>


Well?


Yes, but I know your name. His often escapes me.


Oh, don't be so harsh - it's plain to see that you've turned heretic, even if your friend had kept her mouth shut.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


...but we made our choices, and must live with what we have - and what we've lost.


You have given me everything a father could hope for.


If the gith are looking for that artefact of yours, then we may have something valuable on our hands.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


That 'blood' rings a bell - still to be found somewhere, perhaps?


Victory v3


We are ready, friend. And we will fight with everything we've got.


Didn't expect to see a drow in here. Did the boss lady send you to rescue me?


Nothing but dirt.


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Kill her, or turn her loose. It doesn't matter. She's finished, either way.


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


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


*The ox tenses, horns lowered in your direction.*


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Wyll?


It's beautiful...


It's done, Shadowheart.


Havkelaag... brilliant researcher... philosopher.


Interesting sigil. Not that I know or care who it belongs to.


Does what happened in the grove bother you?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Omnia mutantur!


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


I'm glad it's over... those bear people were scary.


We'll figure something out. We always do.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


When I speak, you listen.


Viam sapientiae!


What creatures live in waters this dark?


<i>Hurry, now. The city calls out for salvation.</i>


Yes. Yes, they'll do nicely.


Come on, open up.


Would a little nibble from Boo help to move you along...?


I'll take care of that.


There was so much noise out there. I'm glad you're okay.


Ubi es?<br>v3


That is a truth that can evade minds far older than yours, Wyll. You are wise beyond your years.


Voco araneae!


Probably not the last time that'll happen.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Light as a feather.


*A familiar magic dances around the printer, reminiscent of your own hag-touched eye. A fey creature resides within the machine.*


Try telling that to Lae'zel. And to be honest, I think I'd want someone's heart for my own, too. I'm hungry, you know? I want... everything.


With every choice, a consequence. We haven't seen the last of the Nightsong.


*A crime's taken place nearby. You sense an accusation might be coming...*


They say that tiresome young man they made Archduke has passed away suddenly. None too soon, if you ask me.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.<br>


While Bhaal receives tribute through Orin, He lives again through you.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


I'll look after myself. You look after you. If we each do our part, we'll both be all right.


The Deathless Queen has spoken. You will obey.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Plenty to do and see in the Gate. No need to barge in on a private chat.


'Clever' doesn't begin to describe it. What I seek is the greatest ambition possible: to defy the ultimate limitation, transcend the fate that awaits us all.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Ververo!


Doesn't even matter if ya kill me. I'm chosen by the Absolute, I am. I'm <i>blessed</i>.


I'm sure when Zariel gave her the order to hunt me down, Mizora was delighted.


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Another mystery.


Ah. Ngh.


Danis, run!


How can all these people cheer for him like that? Can't they see what a chancer he is?


Mother of Lusts - what <i>was</i> that?


Hang on. I'll set you free.


This is nothing but junk!


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


Thulla said to free her friends - <i>all</i> of them. We need to bust that wall open. And those explosives will do the trick.


If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. <i>Please</i>.


If you like pictures, the gazette's got some brilliant illustrators. Really pops off the page.


Not a problem.


Of course, Mr Dekarios. What else are friends for?


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


Tell me what to do, and it's done.


Well well, what have we here.


The duke gave me this - 'The Legend of Ansur'. An ancient epic, ill-remembered, dismissed as a mere tale.


Hey - I was just looking to make a little coin. Ain't after a mess.


No! Bad kitty! Back in cage!


Well, that was invigorating.


One more word, and you're <i>both </i>getting the end of my nightstick.


Ugh. I'll never get used to the stench of death.


It is the scalpel-led journey that leads from pain to peace.


It's a shame, but I don't want to risk treating you like you were one of <i>his </i>victims.


That's not a pact. That's just an order... Oh-ho! Very good! You nearly had me there!


My gods! She didn't. She wouldn't!


Well, you're back to work later, so sober up, idiot.


They just keep coming.


We still have the tadpole. And... we can still assimilate Orpheus.


Look pal, faith or no, the sooner the Steel Watch replaces me the better.


Forgive the... insolence. <i>Master.</i>


There's little we can do to stop them from here, I'm afraid. We have our own freedom to look to.


...You shame me. In all our hunting, I had put them from my mind.


Effort v5


If the old sack was going to die, he could've brought back some noblestalk beforehand. Without the bloody fungus, Bonecloak's days are numbered.


That was on purpose!


I expect the editor will be in for a surprise, come morrow.


Funny little gnome, she is - always laughing at me. Even when I don't joke.


Lord Bhaal demands a pure bloodsport. But if anyone interferes, we <i>gut </i>them.


We were just slave-hands to the cult, but not Wulbren. He... knows things. Things they want to know too.


Mors certa!<br>v3


Breathe quiet, move with care.


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


You might be waiting a while. I've been standing around for an age.


There is no moon in this black sky, Sharran - no. There is only your mistress - the void of her. The shadow.


Careful - if the hag dies, the child does too.


Might be useful.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


<i>You and your friends shall see Us as we truly are. All others shall see a 'kitty' - a small predator, indigenous to this world. </i>


It's done.


I'll do what I can.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


*Her entire being joins with you for a moment, and you see all that she is. Dangerous, cunning, wounded, brutal, paranoid... and utterly loyal to those she trusts.*


A Magic Mouth spell. Someone really wanted to get their message across.


Here's your payment as we agreed.


Without the tadpole, we lose everything. Keep it close.


Ah, the symbols from the dwarf's poem. Now what to do with them...


*A large green egg with an uneven shell.*


About time that old book-a-bones showed his face! I've been looking for him - for precisely the reason you outline.


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


Gela!


Here, I will rid this land of a wicked evil. A beast that prowls the night.


Vae victis!<br>v3


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


We need to get him into the cave before the goblins come.


We lost Andrick. True Soul.


Are you a Captain Grisly fan too? I can't believe she's actually <i>here</i>. Or, rather, inside the Blushing Mermaid. I hope she signs my chapbook!


If the crown atop the elder brain was truly forged by Karsus himself, this book will confirm it. All we have to do is turn the page...


'Less you wanna join him up there, you'd best pay the toll.


*After exhaustive experimentation, he was able to make a near-deadly extract from the glands. But to complete his poison, Thisobald required one last ingredient:*


Da mihi facta!


Free of my oath, I am more capable than ever of achieving our goals.


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


What's a fort like this doing in the Underdark?


*She flinches as layers of her psyche peel back, revealing the scars of a life spent anticipating a knife in the back.*


Can't believe you've got one of those worms in your head. Lucky for us you're on our side.


This is a, ahem, <i>valuable</i> piece, so it's gonna cost a lot. And that is non-negot... non... the price isn't changing!


Attack<br>var 2


I... I think I was taught to break peoples' thumbs here. I swear I can remember the snap of bone, the screams...


Was that a threat? It was a bit toothless. You're out of your element here, I think.


Caeco te!<br>v2


*You share in Lae'zel's agony. Every cell within her skull bursts into a constellation of fragments, sorted and reassembled. Lae'zel will die if she remains.*


That's - that's right. Mummy is here.


You've a sharp tongue, elf. Would that your mind proved its equal.


Where has she gone, I wonder?


No more tadpoles. Hope they all weren't used on people.


Precisely. We need some who can help rid us of these things.


Course not! You've been talking to that lot from the Water Queen's House, haven't you?


Hag's curse, I guess.


Yeah! Ain't we good enough for the Absolute?


Closed Mouth Effort v3


We heard trouble was coming - glad to see I could lend a hand.


*Approach the ferry in Lathander's grace. May his gaze shine upon you, pilgrim.*


Amicus animalis!


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


This is chaos. Need to find a way through.


I don't understand - what am I supposed to do?


Jaheira... smarter than you... smarter... than Minsc...


They won't spot me now.


Zarys promised good coin for an <i>unopened </i>chest. If we want to collect, it needs to stay shut.


Was it some trick of the tadpole - to have me turn my blade on my own?


That's what I can't get out of my head. Whatever she is, whatever she's done, she deserves... I don't know. Not to be tormented by zealots.


Lae'zel, <i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i>. Thanks to you, the skies above Tu'narath shall tremble with psalms!


I think <i>I </i>wrote this... it speaks of a mirror that steals memories. Is that how they did this to me?<br>


I was talking to Boo.


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


Mercy on us, Silvanus - mercy, mercy, mercy.


She deserved better than that.


<i>Fiiiiine. </i>If you're going to be a big baby about it.


So what's your first order of business, sir duke?


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


*From there, you choose the road to follow. The Blade of Avernus, a man of his own making.*


Little enough - I hoped she might help me on my hunt, but I suppose she's... indisposed.


Extra Recovered <br>V3


We're gonna have a winner...


Softly now...


Wrong, I'm afraid. Bottom right.


Pallida mors!


Extra Recovered


<i>Steel Watcher - on guard! </i>


Make meat.


I've never had cause to visit a druid's grove before. Magic weighs heavier here, seeking solace in root and soil. Grounding, one might say.


*Your silent gesture vanishes into a pitiless, dark void. Your heart aches faintly with an inexplicable feeling of loss.*


This should help.


But I've still got one tip left, just for you: don't stand between a gal and her gold mine.


How did I not see it before? You are <i>qu'lith quarthen</i>, driven-by-blood, and you are too dangerous to live.


Please, don't give up on her.


I wish I could have found another fate for the Grove, but I appreciate all you have done for me nonetheless.


Wait, don't leave me hanging!


Wonder what's past this.


Say, where's Lae'zel? She didn't abandon us, did she?


This weapon must be fit for every kill. Even the ones you never think will come.


Maybe She sent <i>you</i> to help me. An' ya will, if ya wanna save yer skin.


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


Kill them!


Having these things lying around is bad for business...


Betrayed by a drow commander of the Absolute. How unexpected a turn of events.


Damn it all, the boat's leaving. I'm sorry!


Remind me why I allied with you?


You are not alone!


If you insist. I'll mark your map - but waste no more time than is needed. This chance is too precious to miss.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


*You feel a little cold, but that's all. There's no more pain, no more fear, no more struggle. It's all over...*


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Of course. And here you are, an event planner just looking for work.


You thought Nettie might be able to help you in the druids' grove. But all she did was try to kill you.


I suppose it's up to me.


Tempted as I am to leave you behind...


A critical step.


You won't be hurting for long.


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Bet a True Soul can make those mushrooms choke on their spores.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


Only... my... devotion...


*A bust of Ketheric Thorm as he once was, a devotee of Selûne.*


If... if Umberlee hadn't drowned her.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Kill the master? It's - it's not possible.


Mad! Featherless ones are mad!


She will be in for a rude awakening when I finally stand before her again...


*You can't hide it, even from yourself: you are deeply unsettled by that thing in your brain, and you haven't a clue how to cure it.*


WHAT YOU GOT FOR BLESSED BOOOAL?


Such a sharp tongue. Perhaps I'll stuff it in your ear, so you might enjoy your own wit in death.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


A usurper falls, another rot cleansed.


No, no, no...


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


Well well, look at you. That painting must be worth a fortune...


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Do not keep quiet, dear one. Let me hear you.


Rest easy, I've got you.


IMPUDENCE!


*The maddening cheer withers away, leaving you breathless.*


Gods - do I have to spell it out for you? There is no child. Lora is mad as a box of frogs.


Right - let's keep moving.


You've made a grave mistake.


This is my personal play house. And you don't have an invite. Get. Out.


Dodge
v2


This is why we're here, you see.


Ow! I should know better than to ease into an illithid contraption.


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


Yes, you did. She gives them to you fully formed. Can you hear Her?


By the living gods, I believe you.


Sounds about right. They're not letting anyone through without the proper permissions - Lord Gortash's orders.


Poor thing - let me help.


Not just dead... eviscerated.


Our moment of triumph draws closer. Our enemies will paint us with bruises - and we will wear them with pride.


The Oak Father's work is never-ending.


*It's only a matter of days before tentacles split your lips, and your skin turns to gore.*


Vae victis!<br>v2


Ooh - an illusory wall. Wonder what's hiding back there.


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. The stones look alive, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


Ta!


Better see if it has any valuables.


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


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


But you will need my help.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


And you came back to us. What more could a mother want?


*A prickling flame runs across the back of your mind and the edge of your soul.*


I'll be - my old fishing spot. Spent more than a few Summertide days here.


You're not going to let this go, are you?


Wonder who was trapped in here. And where they went.


On my way.


Phew, I'm getting all het up. Let's make tracks!


On your own head be it, civilian. A fresh set of eyes can't hurt.


I'm not giving you anything.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Was someone keeping <i>organs</i> in these vials? Creepy doesn't begin to describe it.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


She's worth talking to, at least.


I will assist.


Your self-discipline has been rewarded, I think. Perhaps Mystra is more invested in your survival than you might believe...


A wizard sealed this chest. Wasn't an amateur either.<br>


... take... to Moonrise... Towers...


I know the truth. I know my parents still live. Tell me where they are, and I have no quarrel with you.


I had a chance to live forever in the sun. To be free of the hunger that wracks me day and night.


But they will fail. They cannot hope to stand in our way, Majesty.


Dying Burning<br>v6


If your intentions are as righteous as they seem, then this is an advantage I cannot overlook. An advantage that must be grasped, for our enemy is formidable indeed.


Bones twisting. Skin peeling off. This is ... horrific.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Now to Moonrise, pet. And do mind the shadows - they've been especially hungry.


Devilish magic in here. I think I'm gonna vomit.


Just out of view.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Ain't been the same.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


I trained in Duke Ravengard's kitchens, under Chef Dinethaar Marsh.


More than ready.


Vlaakith wants me dead because I know her secret.


Suppose you get first pick of the loot, but leave something for us.


I can't perish - no, nay, neither. Too strong, too...


Don't let the bloody thing escape!


Effort v10


Why would an ordinary painting have such eldritch defences? Some strange curse is at work here.


That is quite understandable. I wish you well.


You scoundrels attacked these peaceful villagers completely unprovoked! Filthy, dim-witted...


More doppelgangers? Seems the Absolute's summoned another cabal to its cause.<br>


Voco murus!


Excellent. All I need now is to place a dagger, sickle, or greatsword inside.


Ah - there you are. No, we haven't met - but I know your work.


The Oath of Devotion is once more yours to fulfil.


Yes! Now we're talking.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


*Wyll's tadpole resonates with Ravengard's. The exhausted Grand Duke is a flurry of emotion - gratitude and relief, anger and deep pain.*


Here we are again. Have you reconsidered? Would you like to hear what I'm offering?


<i>We are free! Thank you, friend.</i>


Hurt


Voco arvina!<br>v2


I'll not trust a word that slithers out of Gortash's mouth. I need to hear it from you.


And I wish I was drinking out of Cazador's skull. Life is tough.


Glad I was wrong.


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


Indeed they are. Now that I can walk in the sun - well, that opens all manner of doors.


I respect that.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


A vital boost.


Amo sanguinem!


Stand down! This one's got a touch of the Absolute about her.


These outsiders should show some dignity and leave. They burden our grove.


Go charm someone else.


Aren't you tired of bowing and begging for scraps of power from your patron?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Phew. Had to let off a little steam after facing off with those ignots.


...Once more, my hamster proves himself my greater half, and makes the path clear when my mind is fuzzier than his bottom.


If Gortash doesn't want to pay us fair, then we're well in our rights to look out for ourselves.


With the Crown in my hands, I would be unstoppable. The Karsite Weave would be mine to command.


DO NOT INTERFERE. He's coming home with me.


Mayrina's curse is bound to the doll - because <i>look at it</i>. Now to undo it...


Want another?<br>


Grandfather loves me. He <i>worships</i> me. How dare you smear his name. It will not save you.


The Dread Lord craves victims. I say, let him starve.


How many die today? How many die tomorrow?


None of her friends around... Perfect time for a little discreet knifework.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


I find it best to reflect on works like this in silence, don't you?


*This is pixie dust, used to illuminate a lamp - or left behind after a pixie's death.*


Why do Lady Shar's dead attack? Am I being tested...?


SmileClosed<br>var 2


Sounds like a challenge.


We fight for the fate of the city.


Recovered <br>V4


Magic from the fallen empire of Netheril. Ancient, exceedingly dangerous, and quite unrivalled.


<i>These minions are a distraction. I need to dominate the brain!</i>


And I know the Coast is in danger as long as you walk it.


Maybe if I squint?


I speak the Word: PERISH.


I know what you are. And your threats mean nothing. A servant of Zariel has no power here. The Just God Tyr has claimed these roads.


A goblin patrol, looks like. The beasts.


You chose to suffer. <i>You chose to die.</i>


We must play here. This is where they like to hide.


<i>So you made the deal with Raphael after all. Fool.</i>


Always a pleasure.


SmileClosed<br>var 4


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


I beg your pardon - this is the house of the Lady of Trade, not a common <i>tavern</i>. So please - account business only.


What in the hells, Astarion? You tried to bite me last night!


You... would not. <i>Could </i>not. I...


This place is awesome. There's so much stuff!


*A dull crystal, glowing only faintly.*


We are not at liberty to discuss an active -


Just out of view.


A Tru... Sou... True Soul?


To his death, the way I hear it.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


With pleasure.


The idea of this darkness spreading is not comforting.


*You know these people. Spawn, bound to Cazador, just as you once were.*


Halsin's always welcomed <i>untouchables</i> to your midst. Defiled the grove for the sake of 'harmony'.


<i>Chk</i>. Anything less than a full promise is hardly your 'very best'.


<i>I am neither. I am nothing. I am the empty room. The dreamless sleep. The shadow's shadow. There was no pain before my sister set the sun aflame. Now you exist to suffer, until you find your way back to my embrace.</i>


Where to next?


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Arde!


Within reach.


Of course. I guess it was a silly idea. Have a nice night.


Stop lying about.


*What does she see?*


A magic keyword. That'll help us in the Archive.<br>


I owed Marcus five rounds. Thanks for settling my debt.


Take them unawares.


Gods damn it. What was in that potion?


Finally!


So it is with the myconids: they live in harmonious unity, but each has a unique personality.


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


Something tore right through these people. They didn't stand a chance.


Every door is named for a renowned wizard. Imagine what magical relics might lie behind them.


This party is a bit more bearable, thanks to that pint.


What hovel were you living in, that you didn't see this coming back in the grove? Honestly. But that's fine.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Thou inglorious hog.


Say yes. But if words fail you, I'll accept a kiss.


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


<i>Wait! WAIT!</i>


Watchers collapse in the street as we speak. The city thanks you - <i>I </i>thank you.


Descend to her.


Then your choice is made - and so is mine.


Go on then, budge.


Organs in vials. Is it a requirement of evil to enjoy pickling body parts?


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


They were hot enough to burn my mother alive. Does that help?


Te video!<br>v3


Aresce!


All right. Time to skulk about.


You must be here incognito. Scouting new talent. Fear not - your secret's safe with me.


*Cough.* Excuse me.


That makes sense.


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


O-of course. I'd never!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


No, you have given me a glorious new future.


Take your time.


I hear you've been browsing in most esteemed of emporiums, Sorcerous Sundries. Indulge my curiosity - what wonders did you discover there?


Troop's already full, so I'll head to camp - try to work on a way to get at Gortash while I have the down time.


The tadpole hasn't yet scrambled <i>all</i> your senses. Auspicious.


What's happening? Where am I?


And you're carousing with Minthara.


Dear reader: I was a fool.


Drunk <br>V2


The key's ours now. Must be for the Counting House.


*He's frightened of you, but the very fact that you haven't killed him on sight gives him reason to pause.*


It will be a good chance for our friend to empty her mind of the news she just heard.


You weren't supposed to find me. You weren't supposed to win.


I <i>thought</i> you'd come to Baldur's Gate to finish the job you started at Moonrise.


While I was thrilled to be invited here, I must confess I find the goblins and their methods... crude and primitive.


No.


Not <i>your</i> scent - Selûnite magic on your skin. The General once smelled that way, when his daughter still lived.


Paintings hung on the wall - almost like an art gallery.


Enter his unholy embrace.


<i>I </i>still <i>do not understand.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v4


When it comes to magical protection, I'd really spare <i>no </i>expense...


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


*The sovereign's song slows to the pace of a dirge. It is still in mourning.*


Only a fool would resist such power.


Gaerdal help me - just bring them. Or we're all very, very dead.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Lia? Wretched gods, where have you been? Where's Cal?


The druids have gone crazy!


You can thank me once the bloodlust subsides. Keep focused.


I can't see any way to disarm it.


With the end upon us? So long as I am surviving, and I have you by my side, I am faring as well as anyone can be.


Gods. Not a stench I've ever been able to forget.


Good idea, I think.


Eiecto te!


No, he works. At the docks.


There is. But you'll need to think beyond local healers.


Recovered <br>V4


Lay your hand on me - free me from this prison - and you will have proven me <i>most </i>wrong.


Recovered <br>V3


I'll be scattered across the Hells like a broken snuffbox. The price <i>stays</i>.


So you would kill him. He is Gith's heir! You'd be your own people's betrayer. You'd be my betrayer.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


These glyphs... they are the very same as upon the Necromancy of Thay.


Fulgur!


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


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


Thanks for the fire.


I - I can't feel the tadpole. It's gone - we're free!


Sticking my neck out again.


Not a good sign that they're bursting to life everywhere.


You are of little use to me dead, but dead is exactly what you will be if you arouse the ire of my Steel Watch.


And if we fail? Who will stand between them and the innocent?


I'm just curious about curiosities, is all. And you seem like quite the curiosity.


Glacies!


So many empty pods...


Were you actually worried I was angry? Oh you sweet little thing - I'm not going to abandon a feast just because someone else had a nibble.


Ogro is <i>doomed! DOOMED!</i>


You will die for me, won't you?


Ha-HA! I knew I could count on you, my friend.


P-please don't.


You saved us! Just like Baldy Ron.


All right, all right! I'm not paid enough to deal with harassment and the like. Take it.


It's easily remedied - you just need to honour the Bitch Queen as she deserves.


I swore myself to Lolth for years. But <i>she</i> never let me sack a city.


That includes Raphael himself, whatever form he takes.


I think I know a thing or two about persistent curses, thank you.


-CANNOT-
                   -hide-
-SUBMIT-
                   -embrace-


We should check it out - but be careful.


It's time we had a talk with her, don't you think?


Figures. Don't think you've got the stones for the job anyhow.


Indeed it could. These are very helpful in a fight.


*Going forth, you will prove you embody the four pillars of power: Courage, insight, strategy, justice.*


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


*The lightest touch of hope brushes your mind as the presence within retreats.*


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


You have the ability to manipulate people, make them bend to your every whim, and you'd be <i>cautious</i> about it? That's no fun.


Sob<br>var 2


I'm gonna be sick.


Lads! This'n's trying to scramble my brains!


And it is the rats, to be clear. The rats sound smarter.


*You will make a name for yourself, you will conquer all of the city's ills. The people will know you forever as the Heart of the Gate.*


Confiscated items? I should find a way in - could find something useful.


It is for the best.


My weapons are a bargain at any price.


You're going to be in so much trouble.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


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


WHAT is that SQUEAKING.


Orin snatches a child to clamour for our attention. She has it.


*Your skull briefly aches, and you <i>are</i> her. She has come to this place seeking aid from her people - a cure for the parasite.*


Oh, good. I'd hate to see you subject yourself to my further mockery.


They say not to go poking bears. They never said anything about oxen.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Pavel! Use your legs!


This Mizora is quite pleased with herself, for one who stinks of the Hells.


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


Stand back. The first strike is mine.


Damn it. Having that stashed away would have made life a lot easier.


There's a defiled chapel under the master's palace - hidden there the entire time. That's where he's preparing the Black Mass.


This corpse was used as a sort of luggage to carry these vessels. Hardly hygienic.


It's a high cost - but we may have no choice but to pay it.


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


Time to press ahead.<br>


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Wait. You don't have to do this. There's another option - me.


He said it was 'delicious'.


Acidum!


Effort v9


Too sinister for my liking.


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


Nothing but rubbish.


A most excellent decision.


Rolan, we're alive because of her - don't be like that.


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


*A familiar stink fills your nostrils - you're back in 'the Kennel', where you spent days, tendays being tortured by Cazador's sadistic servant Godey.*


Oak Father, give me your strength.


All right, then.<br>


My authorisation? That ogre-sized steel bullyboy right there.


Good time for a chat.


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


Ha. Haha. <b>Hahahahahaha!</b>


Victory v4


<i>I thought you understood the value of your freedom when you destroyed the contract that bound you to deliver the Crown. </i>


Macte virtute!<br>v3


You know, it's shocking how many people opt for the hard way when the easy way's <i>right there</i>. Any last words?


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


I'm a bit busy at the moment. We'll talk later.


Down you go, then. They'll be on us soon, so if you're looking to trade you'd best be quick.


A Gazette a day keeps the ignorance away!


Heard you put that prick Lorroakan in the ground - good. Only sad I couldn't help.


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


I should wait for Shadowheart.


Shit. <i>Shit.</i>


A bit of patience is all I ask.


Give me one reason why they shouldn't slay you where you stand.


Shadowheart? What happened? You were missing for a moment.


Feculent beast!


Still warm to the touch, if you can believe it.


Worth looking for another way in before this place is reduced to ashes.


The blood of Selûne? I'd rather sample it than spill it, but needs must.


Effort v3


Unfortunately the version I heard was light on details. So what <i>did </i>you do to Ketheric?


Nowhere the faithless can hide. It's the Absolute's world now!


Nocturnus!


We had a lucky escape, it seems.


Voco flagella!


Can't even catch my breath.


Wot do ya say? We 'ave a deal?


I never met a skeleton before. Are you, you know - dead?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


We carry on - it's all we can do. I'll follow in a while, but I think I want to stay here a little longer, firstly. This place isn't familiar, but it's peaceful.


You must - you must think I'm a <i>monster</i>.  But they say you need coin to enter the city. Bribes.


<i>Deadly.</i> Wait 'til you see what I can do with that thing.


Victory<br>


Here goes nothing.<br>


A prayer sheet. What's this symbol on it?


Angry little creature, isn't she?


Your Sharran kin are responsible for this ruin. They purged these lands even before the shadow curse, and pillaged all they could find.


Another mask.


Let the music soothe your soul, the circus is safe - we guarantee it!


Infernal gems, straight from the heart of Minauros. Quite the rarity.


We have to.


'Safety' is a concept immaterial to the spectral planes.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Suit yourself. I'll be here if you change your mind.


CoughIll<br>var 1


Ain't like we got much choice, is it?


Noisy or not, I imagine your son misses his sister.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


Stop that - gerrout of my head!


These chests are empty...


This easel is begging for something to be placed upon it.


I expect improvement, else I hew another path.


Steady...


My friend!


Bhaal shows us the way. We are but blades for the execution of his will.


Family's upstairs, exhausted. I'm Dez Kanshaw - with a wife, two kids, and another on the way.


Newbie's on the drum. Get 'em!


Menzoberranzan, City of Spiders. Of course Raphael has dealings in the depths of the Underdark.


All this time, we were protected by a mind flayer... that <i>is </i>a turn up for the books.


What's this...? Oh, just a bone.


It can't have been easy, to resign yourself to keeping the pact. But I'm glad you choose your father.


Here goes nothing.<br>


Time to get this thing fired up.


The pleasure of torment, the torment of pleasure.


<i>No! </i>Get out of my head!


A Harper lets herself in.<br>


Not sure I'd call it that myself. This fellow's in no condition to help anyone.


Looks like that elf lost someone dear to him.


Something divine lingers here - but I don't recognise this presence.


You are right. But I must not lose focus until <i>everything </i>has been put right. I've wasted too much time already - years in which nature has suffered.


But Gale - you are so much more tolerable now you've found your second.


Hmm. I can think of more trustworthy accomplices - more than a few, in fact.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


...I apologise. I must have some time to myself.


*Your contract is within reach. But your theft won't go unnoticed.*


Impero mortuos!


Falling<br>var 2


Some warding around this. Unclean - <i>undead</i>.


I'm sorry neither of us could save you from that tadpole. I hope it ends well for you.


*If the orb is the only way to ensure victory, you'll have no choice but to use it.*


The tadpole stirs. It recognises its master...


Oh my gods. It's really happening. It's been so <i>long. </i>So c'mon, let's get this show on the road - we need to find that iron!


How did the winesack get empty, Garron?


Most excellent.


There is something more than wine to that smell.


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


I see the good in you, Karlach. I promise not to lose sight of it, even when the Hells burn hottest.


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


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


*Your vision clouds, leaving you in a dark, featureless shadowscape. Nothingness in every direction.*


Ethel's darkest secret - a way to burn that witch for good. No more tricks, no more comebacks.


You're late. It's already started.


<i>May it serve you as well as it has served me.</i>


Pleasure.


Booze knocked 'em out. For now.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Trips to the hells are usually one-way. Especially when the traveller causes the kind of trouble you did.


Locke. I can't do this.


Gigans!


((*you aid us twice over. so twice I will thank you*))


Greetings. Do you seek to trade? As Shadowheart's friend, I'll extend the privilege to you as well.


You'll be born any day now - I can't wait to meet you.


Seems we don't need a combination for the door after all.


*There's something strange about this creature. He looks like one of your own, but he smells of blood and <i>moss</i>.*


One night, in thousands of years, you shall watch the stars collapse in the heavens in each other's arms, and be broiled to the bone.


Uh-huh. So the last one you took down... what was their name?


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


<i>Bloody engine isn't cooling down, is it. Guess it wasn't made to work outside Avernus. Hope it holds together long enough to find an infernal mechanic.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Fall into Her embrace.


Pizzled rancour!


Effort v7


I may not have known them like a daughter should, but I'll still <i>avenge </i>them.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Oi! Who took the innkeep's ring? It weren't for sale!


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Effort v6


*As the githyanki prince takes his blade, a silent cry pierces your head - a psionic scream to the Astral Plane.*


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


*Suddenly you see what she sees. Feel what she feels. Confusion. Resolve. And a hint of gratitude.*


Has he shown any sign of coming to his senses?


Te exsecror!


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


And that's... how I realised... I wasn't... supposed... to be... a shopkeeper...


Blech. Are these... entrails?!


Gah, Helm's <i>orbs</i>. Thought you were Flaming Fist.


Check this out, soldier!


If you must die weeping, then do it on your feet!


Times are changing fast. Glad I'm here to see it.


A bit of patience is all I ask.


Such depth to the shadows... I don't care what others say about the Underdark - it's beautiful down here.


Revenge is a dish best served hot, it seems. At least when Karlach is in charge of the menu.


And their smell... it was strange. Rotten. <i>Evil</i>.


Orin took her time with this one. She made sure they suffered.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


I'll try. I don't want to be a monster.


A generous donation... The King of Avarice's pockets are <i>most </i>pleased.


Worry not, my love.


Transformation... chaos... illithids... everywhere...


A wise suggestion.


You killed her. After all she'd been through.


Looks like Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


Devilishly charming, you mean? Hah!


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


Don't worry. A good handler disciplines only her own pets. To wit:


If that's the case, we've got more problems than just the worms in our heads.


This may all be gone, soon enough. All things must pass.


*You stifle a chuckle and drop the amulet. The urge to laugh passes...*


Could the missing letters be over there?


Trotting around this city is hard work. And we've got the perfect trotters.


Now - time to march. I've got a life to live. <i>Finally.</i>


What are you doing? You and the spawn should be at the palace, not here!


Shall we?


Ab uno disce omnes!


What's this?


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


If you need a druid, come back when my mother's returned. Could be a while, though.


<i>Do not judge me for being true to myself. I have never judged you.</i>


Hah. Did you think you were the first? That I didn't plan for it, petal?


What in the hells, Astarion? You tried to bite me last night!


Get to the brain - act now or we're all doomed!


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


There is <i>nothing </i>I haven't done, and <i>nothing </i>I won't do.


They're gonna burn this pretty place for the glory of the Absolute and 'ang ya by yer guts.


The first trial completed. The first sign you are worthy. Continue - do not fail me.


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


I... I don't know. For so long I only felt what <i>she </i>wanted me to. Now I have to do it for myself, and I feel like I'm drowning.


...or ambitions beyond their station.


I'll patch you up.


Dame Aylin's nowhere to be seen. We've made a powerful enemy if she slipped through Rolan's fingers.


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


No, I mean it. There's little between us we share. But you've fallen in love and stood by your lover. That is something this dreamer's heart can appreciate.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


SFX_VO: I took a deep breath - and ROARED.*


Odd. What merchant would accept such a coin?


Tell me, Gale: what is your interest in the Astral Plane?


Dying for a cause is one thing, but for a mind flayer? For filth like that? No.


What fun.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Expello te!


Punished? Gods - what has he done?


You do not belong here.


<i>Hurry! I can't hold them back alone!</i>


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


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


<i>Good. Right. This is good. But. </i>He <i>was here. Gortash was here.</i>


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


Of course. That... that would mean a lot.


You would ask <i>us </i>for help?


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


Voss was headed to Sharess' Caress, in the city. We should pay it a visit.


He's... very... crafty...


*Just a dumb boar. You're relieved, until you see the flash of a dagger.*


Best get in and out.<br>


A weary traveller, battered and bruised. You come for sustenance. No - <i>decadence</i>.


Sounds a fine one to me, so long as it's goblins doing the dying.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


While the Absolute commanded my mind, I condemned her to death and confined her in Wyrm's Rock Prison.


Not keen on fighting its allies. Should've figured.


Dying Burning<br>v5


I'm sure we will. And when the time comes, I've got something in mind.


An earthquake, maybe. I don't remember one ever shaking the city.


Put it away, boy. You do not know what you are doing.


You are not the one I wish to speak with.


I prefer cities to forests - pull a con on a squirrel, and all you get is nuts.


Recovered


The House of Hope. Where the tired come to rest, and the famished come to feed - lavishly.


*The soldier tries to force his way into your mind, searching for answers.*


Green blouse, brown hair - must be Benryn's wife, Miri.


Do not look, Boo. It is no longer our friend who stands there.


No god can protect you.


No. I can handle this. For now.


Whatever that light is - the Harpers can deal with it. We'll follow once it's safe.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Don't get blood on my clothes.


A noble sacrifice.


Death won't take me yet.


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


They - they're dead!


Those villains locked Boo away, lest his righteous gaze cause their tadpole to flee in terror.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


No use. It's blocked.


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


Combat Vocals - Dying
Ahhhhhhhhhh.....
v4


Hostages... the Absolute wants... <i>hostages</i>...


We'll try this.


Yes, let's see how Varrl fares against the skills of a lesser crèche.


If I find anything interesting, I might even be willing to share.


Since Ketheric is the Chosen of Myrkul, that means... the Absolute is a front for the gods of death and our enemies are Chosen of the Dead Three.


No more surprises. You have my word.


I'm sorry. You're right.


These chests are empty...


To settle a debate. Nature or nurture.


Aridissimus!


Silvanus, bless me.


So he was at the House of Healing? Wonder what he found.


Ha-ha, hath thy mind been truly lost?


I'm not supposed to talk to <i>outsiders.</i>


Twit, twat, twerp.


Tonight he is reborn, even more perfect than before, and his blessings will rain down upon us.


She makes a really good pot roast. Don't tell anyone I said this, but I actually think it might be better than mum's...


Closed Mouth Effort v10


*A suspected murder is not something you can bribe your way out of.*


Take all the time you need - but make up your mind before you're counting down with tentacles.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


You are full up. Dismiss your weakest warrior. I will wait here until you do.


Vincit qui patitur!


Poor Scratch is tired. I should let him rest.<br>


I don't think he's conscious. Can you hear us, Ed?


No, I'll talk, I'll talk!


Yet even a feared <i>kith'rak</i> could not break your spirit. Yes - you may be of considerable use.


You're taking a risk for us - we'll see that you're rewarded.


*You feel its presence withdrawing from the fringes of your awareness.*


Kiai<br>Var 3


Efferve!


Do try the grass, should it take your fancy - such sweetness should be shared.


Come. The great General flees us - but he left a trail to follow.


Looks like Astarion's up and vanished. I suppose the hunter nabbed him.


Of course.


An elf sailor and a dragon - quite friendly, by the looks of it.


Listen up, bastards - I'm taking charge. Clean your 'nads and pack up.


A dragon and elf, apparently befriended. One day I'll share such a bond with a dragon of my own.


Don't see what's so special about this part. Just more Grove.


Well. I think we've proven here today that we really don't know each other very well, do we? Ah well. There's time.


A worm that knows it is a worm. Had you only revealed it sooner, I would have entrusted this task to someone worthy.


You won't die - so long as I am swift.


Everywhere. We came from all corners. To serve.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Strange. It looks healthy, but it's stone dead.


Smell that? Poison. No doubt.


Finest fish caught this morning. What'll it be?


Voco murus!<br>v3


*With her blessing, you will fell one fiend, then another. The disloyal will tremble at your sight as you tear your way through Avernus.*


*The tadpole screams for growth with painful intensity. It has been starved - of life, of purpose. It welcomes your probing like a void waiting to be filled.*


What? But that means... Danis...


<i>Mrag. </i>I'd like to see 'Memnos' rhyme in some heroic verse. Fine. I'll help.


Attack<br>var 2


Hail Orin. Hail Bhaal.


<i>I am glad you were able to learn something.</i>


Bah! A children's game. These young should have been sparring - <i>not</i> making merry.


Punished? Meaning what, exactly?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


There - in the cage!


The collars are not only equipped with explosives, there is also a mechanism that alerts the overseers if they're removed.


Bloody drow!


Take a nip of whiskey before bed if you need to. Come back to me if that doesn't do it.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


<i>Of course. I am sorry I cannot assist you in its removal.</i>


There's magic keeping this chest sealed; I can feel its aura.


Lotions and potions for all ail - Oh, no!


By the gone gods, what have we done?


We could have been so much more. But you had to choose <i>this</i>.


Are those... brains?


Piss-addled pontificator.


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


There's food in the inn over there. Beds too if you require rest. Aloe oil in the cupboard in case the vines gave you a rash.


We did what we had to do.


Hah! Let's see how you are in the morning.


Ever a dull moment.


And look at that statue.


Plenty. Raphael brings new guests all the time. Some faces don't stay fresh for very long, though.


It grants my kind the freedom to walk in the sun, be free of our hunger, and accrue all manner of powers.


You... you may well have prevented me from doing something very rash in the near future. I count myself lucky to call you a friend.


Action, not reaction.


I'll be gone with the morning light, sir. Though one last fuss wouldn't go amiss before then.


Ketheric's on the back foot. Ready for the final push?


At best, an ally whose motivations remain shrouded in deceit. We should be wary of what such an alliance may cost us.


And with his sacrifice did he finally earn fair Mystra's grace.


Rope and gear. That gnome's escape route, no doubt.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


The reference to a 'hot hammer' is rather puzzling though. Whoever wrote these papers must have been rather delirious.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


I have a confession.


You want to let those thugs get away with this?


Urrrrgh.


What path lies before me?


Can't you feel rich, unctuous gouts of necromantic energy simply coursing through the spirit field?


If she's lived to be that old in Baldur's Gate, she deserves a glass of wine or six. Lighten up.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


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


Far too much - this is the very problem. If you could set aside your many triumphs, carry out one <i>defining</i> act...


I just want my son to be safe. That's it. Please - don't let him die. Don't let any of them die.


Yes, heavens forbid we'd have an interesting conversation.


Such blazing wonder, to stand together and behold the sky swarming with red dragons. Listen close, and you can almost hear them roaring Queen Vlaakith's blessed name.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Oof, that must have hurt.


Horrifying - so many damned corpses.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


Ferocious-looking beast. Although your stuffing might be leaking...


*Whispers. Moans. Disharmony. They drift through you like an unknown language.*


That voice! It reminds me of a drow I once knew... always whispering prayers to Shar.


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


*Central Watch Tower of the Flaming Fists.*


Nature's servant, and yours.<br>


Where's the boy got to, Jord?


*Your skull sizzles with Ragzlin's displeasure. His mouth is still, yet you hear his demand.*


Ancient bones, but their equipment looks as sturdy as ever.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Maybe it's how this one worked?


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


*'The histories tell us that Commander Voss, <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i>, pierced Prince Orpheus clean through with his sword of silver. That his flesh was torn and fed to the great red dragon Ephelomon.*'


Just this once.


Indestructible? We'll see about that.


If there's fighting, you run and you do not stop. For <i>anything.</i>


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Hurt


Not at all. The world does not wait around for us, so take your moment while you may. Damn what anyone else thinks.


As vulgar as ever, I see.


I've got a sister in Neverwinter. She'll welcome the help 'round the house - and the coin too, no doubt.


I may not like you, but I loved the look Ettvard had on his face when he saw the broadsheet. Well played, mortal.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


Obedi me!<br>v2


How many times do I need to say it? You sent word about a lead - said that I should come see you about it.


I can't lose you.


A pity for us you have promised your body to Gale.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


You're welcome to give it your best shot, of course. It's just that, well, the man has proven to be more or less resilient to death.


Stuck in place, I see.


It will be a glorious homecoming, and you will make a beautiful monarch, ruling by my side.


I think I'll just - just clear my head.


I hate it had to end like this. A torturous fate by any measure.


Elf jewellery. <i>Royal </i>jewellery in fact, from Suldanessellar, I believe. A curious find.


Do it for Minsc!


It's no use - the bloody thing's jammed.


And when others, such as myself, failed miserably.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Ugh - heartbreaking. I bet you thought I'd be impressed.


No, nothing happened - just the young one having bad dreams. That's what you heard.


HEY! Do not roust Boo when he is COMFORTABLE!


Hurt Armor Piece Destroyed<br>var 6


Anyone who tries to remove me will be in far worse trouble, I assure you.


Hm - a magic ward. <i>Someone's</i> got something to hide.


Yeah. Yeah, fine day for it.


Ouch. Well-earned.


I've got you.


Hope your miserable god is delighted with herself.


Um, hello? It's a little cramped in here. Can someone give this thing a rub?


<i>'Adventurers aid Absolute'... </i>Reckon there's any truth to that?


There's a pressure plate in the chair, but I'm missing something.<br>


Ugh!


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith</i>. Enter and report to <i>Kith'rak </i>Therezzyn.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


My Harper pin. Was a certain little sneak-thief playing down in my sanctuary?


Zhentarim! It's time to step out of the shadows.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


And now you're going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.


This will be my third loan attempt. Waukeen be with me...


Lord Gortash is the man responsible for the creation of the Steel Watch. It's no wonder he earned the title.


Maybe not... *Cough.*


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


A perfect circle. Wyll began as the Coast's champion; it's right he should remain as such.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


What to do?<br>


Fancy amulet. Thoughts, Gale?


<i>I ain't got much stomach for a fight. Better just put on a show an' scare this one off.</i>


She thinketh of Karlach still, whose aching breaths she held close to her own as the tiefling's heart expired. 'Source of my bruises', she once called her, and, privately - source of her love.


Hurt Critical


Perhaps.


<i>Damn.</i>


*You damaged something that wasn't yours. You sense trouble brewing.*


I don't think it's a good option, mind you. But we are all out of good options.


Tell me - why did you abandon your oath?


The entirety of drow culture is obsessed with bondage beyond reason. While such activities have their charms, I yearned to reach greater depths.


Come on, you're just guessing now. It's <i>K'ha'ssji'trach'ash</i>.


Butt-level, all the better for the kicking.


<i>Hshar'lak</i> - traitor to our people! What are you doing?


I wish mine would give up so easily. Though without requiring such extreme motivation, of course.


Guess you're a thick one, so I'll tell it straight: we're gonna make the carcass talk.


Te occludo oculos!


I suppose you can take a look. But make it quick.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


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


*A tingle runs through your head and down to your feet.*


Ah!


Looks like Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


I - it's been drained of blood with wounds in its neck. It's been killed by a vampire.


In other words, hurry the <i>drugh</i> up or I march to Moonrise without you.


Still, you got Arabella out of that mess with the druids.


Hm. Doubt you'd be able to pronounce it.


Any of those Absolutists see you muckin' around and you're toast.


Wait - s-someone's nicked me coin! You want yours, help me <i>find</i> the bugger.


*The citizens of Baldur's Gate will welcome Ravengard's son with open arms.*


I'm asking you to <i>live</i>, Wyll. I don't want to hurt you. And, to be frank, I'd rather not find out how the Blade got his name.


If it looks like the Sword Coast, smells like the Sword Coast, and <i>feels</i> like the fucking Sword Coast...


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


I can do whatever I want! She is mine. An aasimar bound to a soulcage of my creation. Lending her immortal strength to General Thorm.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


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


To serve the gods is always a choice, and to martyr oneself for them is insanity.


Some manner of githyanki artefact, judging by the script. Lae'zel may know more.


I have already broken my oath. I'll happily break you as well.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


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


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


Where did you get it? What's your favourite line?


That's it - you're done for now.


At once.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Looks like the rules no longer apply to our dear brother. Curious.


Sabotage... his traps...


Shake it off.


Don't. You. Dare.


What's hiding here?


Ngh. It's... feeding on me.


We deserved that attack. And he deserved better.


*His eyes flicker back and forth as if he is reading a book. He has the schedule memorised... or it's carved into his eyelids.*


No.


Chk - vague allegations and undue demands. A poor introduction for an unproven istik.


That blade was forged in magic, I'd bet anything on it.


I'd hoped you'd keep an open mind, but it seems you're determined to make this as difficult as possible.


And you should just bugger off.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


Live with it, if you can - I will not.


While she lives, Orin will continue to terrorise us, and soon she will make good on her threats. She thinks we are weak, afraid, vulnerable.


Siccut cattus!


Random


Yes yes, I'll save you.


Fortunately, the Temple was destroyed, and to cleanse the city of Sarevok's memory, the Iron Throne was torn from its foundations and cast into the Chionthar.


Dying


Irretio in sphaera!


In my name.


<i>I can sense its fury, its greed. We're close.</i>


*The spilled blood of Selûne's daughter comes to your mind. You are a favoured servant. A Dark Justiciar.*


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


Exercise caution! We do not yet know whether this spirit is malevolent or benign!


Voco spicae!
v3


Victory v3


Well met. Though I should warn you - visitors are no longer welcome in this grove.


Yes... yes!


*Millie Runbarrel. Killed by the cult of the Absolute. May Our Martyred Father shelter her.*


Words I heed to the letter to keep my brood safe.


First one to give up <i>before </i>he got paid though.


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


Wasn't no <i>few </i>goblins, mate. There's an entire hive of 'em. Contract failed to mention that part.


Consider me gone. Maybe I'll see you around - if you survive, that is.


What path lies before me?


Cut a purse, then a throat.


Thank you, my dearly-departed master. I'll put it to good use.


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


*The scrying eyes have borne witness to your actions - and they reveal no violations.*


Coin and time most fortuitously spent.


<i>Alone, Orpheus will be much easier to control.</i>


HRRAAAAARGH!


Hee hee! You speak of the Urge as if it were some enchantment or curse. My dear, disgraced Master: the Urge is <i>you</i>.


Its admirer. Its protector. It is my one true beloved.


Our hearts can keep time.


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


You'll be swimming with the critters unless you skedaddle. The Guild are due to pick up this shipment at any moment.


Zevlor wanted us to surrender - to these <i>maniacs</i>. Last thing I remember is waking up in this place.


Listen!


Looks like some high value items. Wonder if they can get gotten...


Stand down, Voss. No githyanki will ever be free if the Netherbrain sparks the Grand Design!


I read your write-up in the latest edition - my condolences. Ettvard really went for the unmentionables.


Bloody lay off, dragonborn. We've a hag after us - we don't need your bellyaching, too.


The goddess of secrets? How <i>telling.</i>


Ngh! <i>Vlaakith tavki na'zin. Vlaakith tavki na'zin!</i>


Not much use anymore.


You can go once we're done with you.


Unghhh...


Don't pout, spawn. Just destroy the beast and I'll happily reveal your secrets instead of your skin.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


This one is mine.


Son Garron is pleased we got this far together, but his wife's bitching is making me old before my time. Why can't he tell her to put a sock in it?


No point in dawdling, I suppose.


That should do it. Time to see what's back there.


Unless, of course, you are intent on attacking me again? I would not advise it.


Please don't leave me here.


Haha! You're funny!


He's too dangerous to have around. We'd always be sleeping with one eye open.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Lurking here, waiting for you to return so we could face Cazador together.


Weak


That's usually my line. Suddenly seems unconvincing, hearing it from someone else.


Got yourself in trouble?


So now it is a <i>Netherbrain</i> we face - and it seems disinclined to yield to the Netherstones.


Oh, Astarion. I bet I'd find a touch of sweet under all that sour, if I digged deep enough.


*The runes are carved in deep, brutal strokes, but the jagged letters mean nothing to you. Whatever language this is, you don't recognise it.*


Just an old prayer.


Morio!


I must have skipped the chapter on these at school.


Punge!


Wonder if there's anything interesting we might... borrow.


Diminuo te!


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


*The ruined device stands inert, chilling the air around it.*


Then your test is delayed - your queen issues a new command.


The traitor kith'rak takes great interest in this relic of yours, Shadowheart. Or should I say... weapon.


Won't last much longer.


*The merregon stares. Its mind houses little more than base instinct and utter obedience.*


Once Nere's out, we'll pound him to powder and take our dues.


Smart. All you need to do is open yourself to the Absolute, and I'll do the rest.


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


Something doesn't add up about this one. Don't tell her anything.


Eyes open, wits sharp.


What he seemed to you and what he was to me are two entirely unrelated matters.


Bet your clan's happy you're gone!


Tormentum!


I'm on my way!


Do not tarry, Steel Watcher. By order of Lord Gortash.


*Her thoughts invade your own, hunting for recognition. Your parasite offers it, readily.*


Why they chose to take one such as yourself as a retainer is beyond me.


Well, my <i>cousin</i> saw a real ghost snap someone in half. But they got better.


I'll visit as often as I can. We can still dance, we can still write a story, we can still be <i>us</i>.


Hah! Caught you! Bet you thought you were <i>so</i> clever sneaking back in... GUARDS!


It better be around here somewhere.


Oi! Heretics belong in cages or in pieces. Kill 'em, lads!


Go to the inn, seize Isobel, and bring her back here - <i>alive</i>. Then you will stand before the Absolute.


Consider me satisfied.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Where were we, love? A cat and a house with a porch...


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


So we did. And it seems we both have a nose for where the <i>real</i> power lies - I've come to pay proper respect.


Fine. You sound sincere. But no more of this - next time it'll be a stake in the heart. .


What's inside?


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


Mizora, we need you!


-your-
                -ally/foe/PREY-

-my-
                -gift/offering/CLAIM-


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


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


Voss dishonours protocol. He dishonours the regent queen Vlaakith. He dishonours <i>me.</i>


Shadowheart - I mean, my lady. I'm sorry... that takes some getting used to.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


Wake up, you useless hunk of junk, I'm being attacked!


Good luck.


I'll burn you alive and everyone will celebrate.


These flowers - they're creating anti-magic fields!


<i>You </i>have value. Quite an adventure has brought you to this point - illithids, kidnapping, infection, the Hells, hunted by cultists and githyanki alike... and of course, the artefact.


I am not known for my <i>patience.</i>


And who the hell are <i>you </i>again?!


Keep it together.


A vampire spawn turned into mist. Didn't know they could do that.


Ab uno disce omnes!


This might be the wine talking, but I'm feeling <i>inspired.  </i>I want to get a start on your song.


Effort v2


You saw her, then. <i>Advocatus diaboli.</i>


Paintings, dust, and the silence of the dead. Almost like a real art gallery.


Effort v10


This must be where they infect and transform those they kidnap.<br>


Something's missing. I'll need a mould to get this thing running.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


The Blade of Frontiers! I heard you got those goblins good.


And if you want to - uh - be the part... Um. Master Figaro still has some space between appointments. Yes.


Your sentence is purification.


No one gets in without being tested - Commander Jaheira's orders.


I am eager to serve, my lady.


Mmm. Delicious.


It's all right, peanut. I'm here.


SHIT.


Should check for anything useful.


Let me see your wounds.


See where the gnome sapper went?


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


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


Keep me at your side, and I will invoke protocol. It is our people's duty to aid the infected.


Did it look like he'd make it out of them bibberbang?


Curiosity must be satisfied.


<i>You said devils only. </i>She was a tiefling, not a monster.


Walk away, while you still can. Nobody's indispensible.


He can afford it - he's got one less mouth to feed now.<br>


They may never again feel the breathe of life on them. What a shame.


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


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


Lady Shar commanded me. And I obeyed. I do not question - I merely act as she wills me to.


Last Light...


You ready? I can't <i>wait</i>.


Canto te!<br>v2


How disappointing.


But... but...


We can only hope he indeed proves to be an ally...


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


*You should return to the githyanki crèche and access the <i>zaith'isk</i>. It is imperative that your infection is cleansed.*


...It is true. You were corrupted by the filthy spawn of the <i>ghaik</i>. Yet you still retrieved our queen's weapon.


I'm on my way!


Voco glacies!<br>v3


I'd rather you didn't, not until we've exhausted all other options.


PINCH YOURSELF AND CHECK WE'RE NOT DREAMING THE LAST OF OUR LIVES AS WE DIE SCREAMING


Another scrying eye, same as the goblins had. Someone's watching.


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


They don't get paid soon, I'll have a riot on my hands.


The Nightsinger shall prevail!


Oh you're very sweet. I wouldn't say no to some gory vengeance personally, but that was an adorable answer.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


Good. Mol's office is through the crack in the wall over there.


If you believe love is a greater power than all of that, you are stupider than I feared.


Why don't you take a long walk off a short pier, yeah? Ignore them, love - they're just another arsehole.


<i>Yes, in a manner of speaking.</i>


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


Oh my failed Master. My heart has never known such sorrow... Now, it breaks.


I should speak up.


I would journey to this path's end, my friend - but if you will not bring Minsc along... for all my debt to you, I owe him a deeper one.


Buff


These bones are ancient. I wonder who they were.


Halsin... he's dead. No chance of lifting the curse now.


Show no mercy.


Mortem tuum sum!


Right - let's keep moving.


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


Excellent. Now show it to me! Be my eyes...


Don't be such a heartless bastard.


You must be mistaken. The Nightsong is a relic - something quite ancient, to hear Master Lorroakan talk.


There is great potential within you. It comes from that parasite. Your instinct is to resist the power it gives, but you must accept it, nurture it.


Te video!<br>v2


We have <i>Steel Watchers</i> promenading the streets and you're worried about the price of bread?


Hup hup!


Don't worry: I'm not secretly composing something for you - simply enjoying my evening.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Listen here.


There will be no trial, no jury. I will split you from head to heel - and the Absolute will thank me for it.


There's no <i>time</i>, Falson - save your mourning.


You're so close. Don't lapse now.


Move along, citizen. Nothing to see here.


I have just the thing.


Maybe that's why this Stone Lord is pushing so hard - he wants Keene's underroads all to himself.


But... this is where Minsc falls short of the understanding, Jaheira.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


Ad lapidem!


It's shocking how much food gets chucked - you should get them to put <i>that</i> in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette.


And there <i>will</i> come a battle, of that I'm most certain. The one truth that fell out of the dream figure's cankered lips.


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


Quite an elaborate door, for a tunnel underground.


No, no - that won't do.


Hells, I wouldn't want to get hit by that.


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


*Your push for entry is angering those nearby. Now you'll pay the price.*


Well, so much for peace.<br>


I'm no cleric, like you are. It's different for a wizard.


Hang on. I'll set you free.


Curious.


Shadowheart - aid us!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Aren't we all?


If you're after a job, Neverwinter is on the look-out for adventurers. That's where we're headed.


Broken trash. It's just full of dust.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


All will be consumed by Lady Shar's darkness in the end. Even the Mother Superior.


Nine-Fingers has lanced the Zhentish boil on her arse? Good - she can get back to protecting those who pay her for it.


It feels ridiculous to still be thinking about Cazador. He's gone, I'm here - I won.


Rolan isn't a kid - who says I have to keep an eye on him?


Cautious steps. Open that door and we go up in flames.


I will try to help you resist. But spill a single drop of my blood, and yours will flow in a gusher.


*The corpse is a tiefling man - the girl Arabella's father, presumably.*


Oh. Well, your choice, of course.


Recovered <br>V2


Qudenos - to the sky!


Dying Deep Exhale


Time to get this thing fired up.


Ugh. Fresh goblin stench. They're close.


*Selûne's followers can show great resolve, no matter how misguided it may be. You should not underestimate them.*


Are you so lacking in imagination, Durinbold?


H-hurry. I'm going to... I don't have much time...


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


Extra Recovered


*The book refuses to open.*


<i>Jenevelle is no more. She never left those dark woods - it was Shadowheart who emerged. This woman gave birth to you, but I made you. I am your Mother.</i>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


This heat -  I can see the air shimmering. The forge must be nearby.


Agilius!


Weak


Victory<br>


Halsin was studying our little wormy friends. We should talk to him.


These are tunnels under the Open Hand Temple...  The dead priest's name is written next to them.


Voco murus!


For the Absolute!


I wonder what this place looked like in its glory.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Or I'll wipe that nasty look right off yer dirty face.


Mad drow wasn't the only forge fan in the underdark.


He was as noble in spirit as he was in bloodline. We're in his debt.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Incommodum!


*Better gold in the palm than a sword in the throat.*


These footprints started in the sewers.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


The duke's still alive? Hold on, I'm coming!


*The <i>zaith'isk</i> device doesn't cleanse the parasite - it's used for extracting memories and killing the infected.*


I suppose this means Rolan didn't bind Dame Aylin. Bad news for him and bad news for us.


Dying Panic Fall


Should get started.


Oh, nothing <i>untoward</i>. I simply wish to flay her.


Rrriaow! AHEM! That is, you must tell me every detail, Mr Dekarios.


*Her hands hide her face, preventing you from reading her expression.*


See?! It squealed!


While most irregular, I shall take your preposterous request into consideration.


Better not tempt fate again.


You will be once I'm done with you.


I think it's a mistake to give up on the brink of success, but I cannot force your hand.


This will help your wounds.


Effort v2


Effort v4


No, I don't know any... <i>Jaheira</i>, was it?


Appropriate and understandable.


I won't obey you, auntie.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


I need to be in the city - not twiddling my thumbs here.


I'll get you moving again.


Hear that, Ra'jak? They want in!


Your song <i>was</i> coming along. Then things began spinning... worry not, I shall return to it at first light!


No hesitation.


I've a mind to end you here and now, but you either believe your own words - or have suddenly mastered the duplicitous arts.


A very gory idea of art.


You killed again? We needed them.


*Moan loudly in the library at all times!*


Victory v3


I'm listening.


What. Are. You. <i>Wearing?</i>


If Gortash requests an audience, we should grant him one - face to face, blade to blade.


This attack is proof. Auntie Ethel knows we've discovered her darkest secret, a way to send her to death's cold embrace - for all eternity.


Some folks are upset the Elfsong is out of their signature plum prosecco, but I can't stomach it. Dreadful stuff. <br>


But it does make sense. He'd want somewhere grand for his Ascension. This seems perfect.


You won't be hurting for long.


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


Only you can say. It seems your father and I have returned to a world in turmoil, and I sense you have a part to play in righting things.


*He begins to move his hand in a quick flurry of gestures.*


Did you not feel his <i>presence? </i>You cannot shirk the weight of your lineage, Bhaalspawn, not really. It is far too heavy.


<i>The Weeping Dawn </i>will be my gift to Lihala. I've a long way to go, but thank you. I... I needed this.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Let's have that.


Shhh, it's all right - all you need is a bitta loving care, don't you think?


*It seems this statue has nothing to offer. Its challenge has been surmounted.*


Better move in carefully.<br>


Your service is welcome here, favoured of Orin, for there is no end to the Murder Lord's thirst.


*There is nothing left to speak of. His friend is gone, his focus now diverted to the nurturing  of Omeluum's legacy - his work.*


That 'weapon' you carry - the Astral Prism - it is <i>corrupted</i>.


Shh, not a word. Let's try to keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece, hmm?


Our gift to the Absolute. May the whole world see His strength!


Tempestas!


The <i>sa'varsh</i> will make our lives miserable.


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


But I made my promise. We will slay the Netherbrain and end the illithid Grand Design.


Mutatis mutandis!


Goblins ahead!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Optimistic, to think I can fit through there.


Never mind. Come with me - I must enter the Prism. Something awaits there. Something precious to Vlaakith.


Punge!


If your lot have cracked another bloody cask, I -


Make it quick.


This ain't what we was promised. The Absolute's <i>our</i> god.


Can't believe all this pandering nonsense the Mouth is printing.


They'll do their teacher's bidding. Bad for us.


<i>We must not make the same mistake. We must <b>work together</b>. </i>


Whatever the spoils, we'll drop you a fat cut. You in?


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


I like your thinking. Besides, I watched you fight at the gate. I could use an ally like you.


Bloody mermaids.


*Sulphur, decay, and a thin whiff of something unexpectedly <i>fragrant</i>.*


Amicus animalis!


What are you waiting for? You should be preparing yourself to face the Absolute in Lord Gortash's name!


You pricks got some nerve. Clean up this mess.


No, master favours wolf, not rat.


But the best leaders know they're only as good as the people around them. Zevlor told me that.


Should mind my step.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Dodge


I mean to prick at her pride - give her no choice but to be stupid. Sound the horn - let's have this done.


Good. Now our roots can deepen - together.


Bloody salties are always flopping around in the water - I've almost hit one or two now. Might've even nicked one off the port bow the other day.


Huh. Harper armour. Druid too. Wonder if they fought together.


Resist it!


You were the jewelled hope for their design, but now you are their flaw.


That goblin is in my debt - should prove useful one day.


I've had enough, Mizora. What do you want?


I'll fight my way to the tower-top, if only to see that light again.


It's done.


We've done only as duty dictates.


Pretended she... never existed...


CoughIll<br>var 3


For your own personal safety, it is ill-advised to waste Master Lorroakan's time.


Somewhere survived the curse? Count me in.


Another mystery.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


I would rather we were all free of the gods, but Shadowheart's connection to Shar may provide her access to the city's Sharran cloister.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


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


Blissfully ignorant.


Makin'... me soup... ruined now...


I'm sure we've both made mistakes, and this would be a bad time to start blaming one another.


In the chaos of battle, one of them stole away with our children. We have been searching for them ever since.


I must discover who I was, and what happened to me. Before my twitching knife-hand writes a tragedy in blood.


You'll eat my blade first!


Through the Absolute, we will be weak no more. You should be grateful to be part of that.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


I'm free. I'm finally free! Oh it feels <i>delicious</i>.


You felt those quakes? Damn near shook me right out of my boots.


First step is the hardest.


So, we move forwards. And when the occasion arises, we show our enemies <i>exactly</i> how sharp those teeth of yours can be.


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


What to choose?


You should have killed those beasts. It would have been kinder than leaving them to suffer.


No! No! Do not touch my thoughts. They are good. I am GOOD!


I believe that still. But, when I look on all we have achieved since, I wonder... perhaps it is not heroes we need. Only people who are willing to try.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Whoa. More carnage.


He has a point. They make people feel safe, if nothing else.


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


This was your doing, wasn't it, Karlach? The destruction of my Steel Watch. Such a petty vengeance.


Frange!


Something here is disturbing the Weave. Magic might be unreliable.


What do I have to lose?


That would be rash. The Guild are part of the fabric of the city - in their way, they keep order as well as the Fist do.


She's a liability - it's the artefact we need, not her -


*You know a fury more beautiful, more devastating than any. It wraps you in a comforting embrace.*


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Because of you, we can leave on our own terms. That'll make all the difference on the road ahead.


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


Oh no.


Quite.


Not quite sure <i>why </i>you stood up for us like that, but I won't say I'm not grateful. Thanks. And may Torm keep you.


Find us in Baldur's Gate. You'll see the Ironhand Gnomes in a new light - I guarantee it.


Try to not waste this.


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


Good. Again!


Can't resist the faintest hint of a temptation, can you? I suppose that makes two of us.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


A foot, smeared with paint... among other things. This must belong to Dribbles.


Let them do their worst.


He... he never hurt anyone.


I didn't want the girl, sweetie. I wanted her <i>babe.</i>


If I must.


Now that Halsin is here, Kagha will surely see sense.


At the ready.<br>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Bomb in my head about to go off. Great.


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


Tuebor!


Already feeling better.<br>


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Oh, you saw? I suppose there's no harm in sharing it with you. It's just a theory, after all...


I can't imagine getting bored of all that myself, but you never know.


I return from the darkness itself only to find you at ease while Cal lies <i>dead</i>. What in the hells did you do?


Erm, p-pardon. Didn't mean to doubt you. I know my place.


Everything was taken from <i>me</i>, too.


It's easy to judge a situation when you're not in it.


Toril, and whatever lies beyond the stars.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


As a matter of fact, I think I might. I've sensed some in the area. It has a pull to it - absolutely magnetic, once you know what you're looking for. I can show you where I'd look.


She has a heart made of stone, this one - that only smokepowder can break.


*This entire place practically vibrates with a familiar, excitable magic. You feel your patron giggle from afar - it's <i>fey</i> magic.*


You should have stayed in the hells, devil.


Of course you didn't. History is but a series of accidents, after all, both happy and heinous.


The brain awakens. It's time I take matters into my own hands.


Used to think those things were going to make me feel safer. Not anymore.


We do not ask... We simply do...


When you remove it, the whole House will go up in flames.


<i>And as you have aided me, so I shall aid you.</i>


Hurt


It was... calling for help. Gods above, it sounded just like my daughter.


Intellego!


Oh, you are <i>smooth</i>, hero - I knew there was a reason I missed you.


I'll strike you down.


The Ebonlake. I wouldn't go sticking your hand in.


Disobedience must be punished.


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


Be split and spilt before his Throne!


...Forgive me. Sometimes I forget myself, gazing on the beauty of nature's creations.


She's fond of trinkets - valuable ones, mind. Or if you give her something precious of yours.


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


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Dodge


Maybe if I squint?


He will return.  He always returns.


I know just the vintage!


Easy, Wyll. She's no devil. There's no fight to be had here.


The spawn will never be free. He is my creation, now and for eternity.


This should help.


How much are we talking about...?


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


<i>Coward.</i>


Moonshae fleece? Could be, could be...


Tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple. With some 'Father Lorgan' scrawled above.


Ah. Bollocks.


So good Zariel, the archdevil herself, made me her personal attack dog.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


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


I have no desire to fall victim to a lack of caution in this lightless place.


Hard to say, but there's a lot we don't know. Infected - folks like you - have been converging on an old temple of Selûne, and I've no idea why.


You've had a busy tenday. I can't even imagine. Here's what <i>I</i> know.


Effort v6


Oculus tempestatis!


<i>No... what are you doing?! </i>


You're in my way. Get moving.


A personal invitation from Gortash. We shouldn't have any more trouble from the guards.


You were always a stubborn one, Gale. Well - if this is to be your end, then you have made the most of it.


Magis amica veritas!


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


Dying Burning<br>v3


*The book refuses to open - for you, at least.*


Heads'll roll for this!


I will do no such thing - not when you have turned your back on me so often.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


I know you know that, but the thing is, there's a cure.


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


Damp stone and darkness. Is this the Underdark?


You think I'll watch my life's work falter so easily? Now that the device is in my hands, and the Nightsong is at my fingertips?


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


The butcher calls.


It must be difficult for Gale to imagine great Elminster a-courting. Writing poems. Doing... certain... <i>deeds.</i>


Each of you has suffered in your own way and sought out the Nightsinger.


*It closely resembles the disc that Lae'zel deciphered.*


She sees everything we are, do you understand? There is no hiding from Her!


Fine - here's the extra. Finish. The job.


'She'. Then you do know her. You've been to Shar's temple. To the Shadowfell. You've looked upon the Nightsong's face.


And our cranial guests already came with some advantages - maybe there're more to uncover.


HERE. THIS BLADE IS MY TONGUE - AND I WANT A TASTE OF EVERY LIFE YOU TAKE.


Umbrae!


The tiefling's seen better days. Arabella's father, I wager.


Wonderful. But, patience is a virtue.


I put my trust, my faith, in you - for <i>nothing</i>?


That I'm just like you.


You've finally found yourself a following, Mother Superior. And you only had to hollow out their heads to do it.


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


Now that that's settled, we can get to finding a healer.


Fair enough. I just figure with the two of us in a cell, we might have a common enemy.


I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Yer insides... end up on the outside. Petrification stops the spread.


Our chances of success are slim, but we must not fail. If we fail, everything ends.


To findin' those looters and crushin' 'em!


There! A mind flayer - and it's <i>hurt</i>.


Silvanus forgive me.


Ale me!


More forge talk. The memory shard showed us where to go.<br>


There<i> must </i>be a way around.


<i>Halt.</i>


This ruffian wishes to harm us. I won't stand for it. Will you?


Adoring applause? You're too kind.


*Storage and sorting of scrollwork, parchment, and tomes.*


Deadlier than ever.


Where the hells are we?


What, like a child? I'm not quite sure I'd consider myself father material, plus our current lifestyle isn't exactly what I'd call <i>settled...</i>


Vlaakith is unity: fear and beauty, life and unlife. Eyes like onyx, teeth like daggers. There is none more perfect.


So helpless...


Confusio!


Nearly out - just a bit further!


I speak of what we discovered at the heart of this cursed place.


Not to belittle your achievements to date, of course! But besting a dragon, a giant, a <i>god</i> perhaps... hmm.


Oh, bother.


Oak Father, guide me.


I'll rip you apart!


There was a battle here once - a large one.


You know what to do. When we next enter the Astral Prism, we will break Orpheus free.


They make good bait, drawing attention away from us.


You are as stupid as I recall, man of stone.


Who are these wretches?


Ah, it's lost its glow. That's... unfortunate? I think?


Heroic <i>and </i>modest. Then this shall be simply 'The Hero of Baldur's Gate'. A title I don't doubt you'll earn in due course.


You don't seem to understand - my job <i>is</i> to help the rich first.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


And then some - just hope this wears off soon.


Looks like that elf lost someone dear to him.


We'd make better strangers.


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


*You attune your mind to it. The artefact does not want to part from you. It does not want to fall into the Absolute's clutches.*


Impero te!<br>v2


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


She's really going for them, isn't she? Quite impressive, really.


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


Nyeah.<br>


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


I'll be - seems we've found the town tollhouse.


Gale! You will perhaps able to explain where Boo has not - what exactly is the difference between a devil and a demon?


Say, it's the city's new hero! I hope you're looking to settle down here. If so, Roger Gherkins is your man for real estate! Once the situation stabilises, of course.


What's that sticking out of his pocket?


Hold on, now.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


I sincerely hope you never find employment as an executioner.


What's the story?


This chest is deeper than it looks... A double bottom. Of course.


Up!


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


And we're back. A fungal shortcut.


Effort v7


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


My father raised me to serve Selûne, as my mother, rest her soul, had wished. He was <i>everything </i>to me, all my life.


The skull of a death devil. Authentic - and far from the Fugue Plane.


You burn like fire, you howl like wind. You are <i>Faithwarden</i>.


We don't have to rush into anything tonight.


I need help!


Volo non fugia!


Ubi es?<br>v3


Why...?


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


Wha...? Was there a fight or something?


Aw. Bye-bye, snot rag. Kisses!


*Woof woof!* I'm a dog!


That's not mine to open.


A head, parted from the trunk. The true Dribbles, I assume.


Well if it ain't our fledgling chicken-chaser. Got a taste for the game now, do ya?<br>


*With almost no struggle, she has gone out like a light.*


No problem. And what does this old brain look like?


- and trapped by Vlaakith in the same Prism holding their prince, fruitlessly hacking at the sphere that contains him.


Orders... scouting the shadows...


<i>Steel Watcher - on guard! </i>


You are braver than I could ever dream to be. I hope we will meet again, on a cloudy night.


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


The days ahead won't be easy. I'm glad we have Halsin to guide us.