A scream of agony from below. What fun.


Nice gem. Should fit into that altar perfectly.


*Fidia Penghyst - A Noble Lanceboard Player to the Last*


Effort v2


A young cave bear - killed and stuffed before its teeth were fully grown.


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


*Your previous encounter with the old wizard was most likely a simulacrum - the figure before you may well be too.*


But don't linger for long. The shadows are not known to take pity.


Your will is strong, ra'stil. Your name will be etched in our slates. You will be called Mla'ghir - liberator.


Soft, silent, lethal.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Now it sends you to spill my crimson into the soil. Silly, stupid slaughter kin. It will never be Bhaal's Chosen now.


*'The Prince of the Comet is not dead.
The Prince of the Comet will come again.
The Prince of the Comet will liberate us from Vlaakith's tyranny.'*


I'm well past due to return to Waterdeep. I'm going to tell your mother that you'll be home soon. Don't make a liar of me, darling.


I guess you need this.


Can't even catch my breath.


Gortash may have made it to the throne, but from what I hear, he won't last long. Can't repeat it, though!<br>


Boo would squeeze through, but he just had lunch.


Insufferable, arrogant little prick. <i>Argh.</i>


Sweet dreams.


Amicus animalis!


Hm. All right.


Ancient corpses. Whose?


You are a True Soul, <i>jaluk</i>? Perhaps you are worthy to assist me.


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


They just keep coming.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


You think like my mother - that's why she keeps a small grove here. To 'return nature to the unnatural'.


Yes, soldier?


When the light shone through, I hoped she'd follow it.


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' Poor poetry, but a fair warning.


This key. Dead shapeshifter in the tunnels had one just like it.


Keen to talk.


I can't lose you.


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


Don't worry, I'm here.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Rubbish. I can't remember half of my life, and you don't see me randomly gutting people. What's really going on?


Messing with our business, yeah?


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


A statue to Jergal, if my lessons were true. The Final Scribe.


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


But do you not expect something in return for your devotion? Some favour, some stir of courage, some response?


Intruders! Up - UP!


Why, hello there! We were just about to try some of Master Meztli's delightful wines. Would you care to join us?


So drink this. It'll purify ya.


So there you have it. Lord Enver Gortash, in all his glory.


Impero tibi!


Does it please you to see me crestfallen? That is the only reason I can think why you might toy with my heart like this.


Since when can spectators petrify their victims...?


Hm. Odd.


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


Brickwork and stonework - this place is far out of balance with nature. But the Oak Father will reclaim this all, eventually.


Those cultists are lucky they were on the other side of the park. <i>Lucky.</i>


A moment, please.


Enough messing, now - back with the other customers.


Ah! I can't!


No!


It's broken, but not too badly.


Sine metu!<br>v3


However, a blunt implement can still be of use. General Thorm has a mission for you.


Don't know about you, but them big metal bastards <i>really</i> put me off my flow.


Very noble of you. Now unless you plan on striking me again, I have other problems to attend to.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Allow me to help.


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


<i>You'd have to worship the gods to get picked up by 'em. The rest of us just fade away, or so they say.</i>


An anguished cry - coming from under the windmill.


Vita excolatur!


Filro... forgotten... forsaken...


Don't think about it, just go. <i>Go.</i>


A soulless monster.


Soul coins, huh? I know this is odd, but I could make good use of those. Might as well take 'em, while they're on offer.


I need to find a healer. As do you.


If it's congratulations you want, I am sure Karlach will provide. The language may be foul, but the feeling will be fair.


Shout


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Lads have got 'im inside for <i>questionin'</i>. Heh-heh-heh.


A nip, a dance, and a song? Don't mind if I do - I think we're due an evening's reprieve.


Spies, lads!


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


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


Man. That looks sore.


Well well, what have we here.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


*You decipher the symbol: it's an illithid sigil meaning 'unleash'.*


Might made manifest!


Something's on my mind.


It's a long walk through the dark. You'd almost pity the poor souls they dragged along.


I thought I might find shelter, supplies - even a healer, perhaps.


NO! You've killed us all...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


There are thousands of vampire spawn in the Underdark, just waiting for a leader. I'll find them.


A githzerai's mind is not so easily cracked. Our discipline was the very reason we were attacked.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


<i>True. If only I could see into their mind...</i>


And it's the only way you can ensure that you remain part of this world.


You do <i>not </i>wish to incur my vengeance. I guarantee you.


The clergy? Poking around my business - my <i>home?</i>


Normally I'd refuse - we need sharp minds and sharper blades. But we could use all the help we can get.


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


And worse, you thought we would not know? You are hardly better than the beast you slew.


...The hell? The alarm's broke!


Steady. You can rein this in - nobody's getting hurt.


I should thank you. If you hadn't sent me on that suicide mission, I'd never have learned the truth.


Yes. Your mediocre interrogation technique notwithstanding.


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


You'd better step away before I do something I regret.


Please, stay with me.


Step out of the way, and hand over the master of the beast. Or Umberlee will swallow you whole.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


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


What a crude teleportation mechanism. But it's a simple way to the Underdark.


Good news! You got what you came for - successful visit, great success. Fantastic work!


<i>I'm sorry - you're right - now's not the time. Forget I said anything. </i>


Is anyone else's tadpole squirming around a lot more than usual?


Do you reckon those fish things are gonna come back? I mean, I hope not, but that's probably the most exciting thing I've seen happen here.


Can't you just heal yourself?


The druids have been studying this place for a while. Not that it's helped.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Ira!


*In the twisted strokes of the artist's brush, you sense the fragments of a forsaken soul laid out in reds, blues, and yellows.*


I did the last one!


But I do. And I want you. Or I thought I did, anyway.


A book. Master Illy horny for the book. Book this, book that. Never finished book.


How exhausting it is, interacting with inferior minds and their vulgar motivations.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


*With your father at your side, you've no doubts that you can restore the Council of Four and the Parliament of Peers.*


What, kill him and the price of his drawings goes up? Bloody clever, that.


---EVACUATE---


No weapon here... our ritual protects us...


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Don't look. Don't look or it'll spark. Ignite! Burn me inside to outside until I'm bloody ash and paste. Don't breathe me in!


Enough dawdling - move.


Let's hope it doesn't come back to bite me later.


The Nightsong is a relic hidden in an underground temple beneath a settlement near the river Chionthar.


Have you lost your nerve, my blood-starved sibling?  Did I mangle your skull too terribly?


Be at ease.


There we go. Secret and safe. Well... secret.


I just wanna go home.


*She draws in your fury, and turns it back against you in a tide of raw emotion.*


*Your little contribution soon clears things up. You're free to go.*


I'm not familiar with that name. A Harper leader, perhaps.


The blame and the pleasure belong solely to me. A fine wizard I was, and a fine jester too, imprisoned for one night after a delightful rash of debauchery.


You're not the only one. We've waited long enough.


Fulgur!


Hook horror. A worthy kill.


Kind of you to offer, but that boy ain't giving it up, not even to one of his own. I'm sure of it.


<b>I will consume you. I will unmake you!</b>


Such eddies are unexceptional. Souls arrive and depart your plane with every tide, in circumstances just and unjust.


Please - I'm so tired. If I could sleep, just for a little while, I could finish this Watcher.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


*As you step into the silent water, you sense Shar's presence. A comforting emptiness carves into you.*


The City always wins. There's always some hero that saves the day. It's the way things work.


Then you are more than a friend - you are soon to be my leader, my lady.


A thing like that could swallow each of us whole - raw or incinerated.


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


Tremors. And nothing natural about them, I'd wager.


Horse feed - unburned, for now.


This won't be the last of them.


I told our clients we'd be on our best behaviour. Everyone playing nice here?


I answer to Florrick. And she's told me to stand guard.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Even injured, it's dangerous. Be careful.


On your feet.<br>


Well enough, well enough. Though the city's been a shock to them, after all that time on the road.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


I'm afraid my condition has escalated to the point we may be in some considerable danger. I must ask you to give me a suitable item. Immediately.


Stone and steel. That is our way.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal


Well, I want to save my parents, of course. Take them away, far from Shar's influence. Someplace peaceful - away from the city, perhaps.


Won't turn down free money. I've got operating costs you wouldn't believe.


A voracious one at that, judging by this little incident.


I want to go home - right now.


I'm no longer one to take the mercy of goddesses for granted... but I hope Mystra smiles upon you.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Oh, I like these two. All zeal and no brains.


Go there. Speak with the proprietor. Perhaps they might sell the key to the book's opening.


Looks like you need a hand.


That wound looks bad.<br>


How many of these are there?


Where your rightful mistress shoulders the burdens of perpetual war.


On I go, then.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Ah. Well... we had best not keep her waiting. Perhaps she will have mercy on Boo.


I don't feel too good. What did that druid scratch me with?


Time... to rest...


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Vos curo!


Ah. That's better.


That  shapeshifters' key unlocked the door! Interesting.<br>


Like a wraith.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


*Hungry, friend? You will be when you see what Chef Roveer's cooked up for you!*


That will very much depend on what happens once I face Cazador.


*Destruction of property is a dangerous hobby. This guard has come to remind you of that.*


Get over it.


Curious.


*Your pockets lightened, you are permitted to enter.*


Hells. We need to fish that thing out before it eats any <i>important </i>parts of your brain.


Nothing we need to worry about.


I made perfect prey for Lady Loss. She promised vengeance. <i>Oblivion. </i>But her plans came to naught.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


But they do not have the wits to lead this hunt with me. Do you?


You have enough fine young folk to run around and do your bidding. Come back when they need a rest.


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


No matter what the Gazette says, I just hope Lord Gortash protects us when it counts.


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


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Meditation Breathing


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


I'm to study under Lorroakan, you see.


Can't promise it'll be the last time. The druid's away for a while - I'm just her son. And apprentice too, for my sins.


Looks like an army marched through here.


It feels like... my magic is getting drained!


Observe, Boo. Perhaps we shall see your miniature giant space mother, soaring across the skies.


What now?


Trust me, I'll tell you all about it - <i>after </i>we take care of the goons on my tail.


And you'll receive it soon enough. Return to the grove; I'll make my own way there.


If the inhabitants do not realise you are the knife at their throats, we can use that against them.


There he is, General Ketheric Thorm leading an army of Sharran warriors. A Fallen Paladin if ever there was one.


Go on, 'brother'. Show us what you can do.


A magical seal. No lockpicking that.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


You leave me no choice. It's been an honour - but now it's over.


This place ain't so special. Why were the druids so protective of it?


That did not work.<br>


You are not from Crèche Y'llek. What are you doing here?


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


That's what I'm here for.


I'd give a lot to be able to kiss you right now. But your presence itself is more than enough. A night stargazing with you is the greatest gift I could ask for.


Now this seems like an excellent place to liberate some expensive magical trinkets.


I've held more people than I can count. An infinite parade of lovers.


I will neither forgive nor forget your abuse of my powers.


Lady Shar's followers honour her with an act of wickedness, carried out in her name. Then, they feast, knowing they carry the Nightsinger's blessing anew.


*The bird stares, eyes filled with fury. Perhaps your open hands are a symbol the bird has learned to hate.*


Hmm - I don't recognise the names on this list. Not the ones that aren't crossed off, anyway.


Refreshing.


Might as well.<br>


We need to survive the fight to come, first. So let's save our talk for a bright new day, hm?


I'm sorry. It's too dangerous. If you get caught, or they find out it was me -


...Thank you.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


What're you going to do in Baldur's Gate when we get there?<br>


I am not some lower city coinlad offering you a tumble. I am an artist.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Do it for Minsc!


You could send an elf to sleep!


Balduran. What have you done...


Orin is <i>wasteful</i> in her slaughter. Undisciplined.


I go my own way. <i>Alone</i>.


I have just the thing prepared - my ma used to sing it when I'd come crying about monsters. Wish me luck!


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


Hmp.


But if your treatment is meant to outlast the rite, you'll be removed with the rest.


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


True Soul, no less. What do you think, Kur - should we take Nere's debt off her?


Ned'Cirannis... of the Absolute...


It's full.


Look at them. How happy they are. We did that.


Well, soldier? What's the word?


No keyhole. Must be another way in.<br>


Shit. Please, no. <i>Please.</i>


Thank you - I never thought I'd see these two again. It's good to be back.


I thought perhaps you'd be tempted to seize Cazador's prize in his stead... but you didn't. Perhaps that makes you the better man - I'm sure all those people you spared would agree.


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


You would've died in the attempt. But - there have been enough threats today.


See you on the road, mate.


Of course I bloody did.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Doesn't work. Must be a button or something nearby.


That's it, <i>now</i> he's dead. Again.


I... I think the voice inside you will guide you to where you need to be. Mine called me to Lady Shar. And yours...? Well, only you can know for sure.


Even sinners receive Ilmater's grace, and Father Lorgan knew that. We don't pick and choose who we aid.


You've got something to say?


It's where we gain control over the ship. We must travel the planes - leave Avernus, before these imps tear us apart.


Not just siblings. Androcide, senicide, avunculicide - I only regret I left before enjoying a matricide. That would be a memory to cherish.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


When I'm done, even the Hells won't want you.


Thank the gods, I made it!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


What is this?


Time to fill some graves.


*Your authority is new - untested. Perhaps there will be dissent to quash, examples to be made. And once your place is secure, who knows...?*


If by 'met' you mean hoofing it through the Hells with this fucker on my tail.


Et alibi!


Quite a sight. A terrible, sweltering, agonising sight.<br>


Inquisitor W'wargaz was potent. We are <i>impressed</i>.


Oh. If you insist...


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


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


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


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' That's a <i>lot</i> of missing pets.


Believe me - he was well and truly dead. I locked his corpse in the Thorm mausoleum myself.


Use it wisely.


No. Watch for the signal.


I could go for a good meal.


I've no doubt he will satisfy your tastes for the mundane.


The time has come to paint you the true picture.


Dolly can't stop talking about you. Hero this, hero that, hero here, hero there. Hello, hero.


We need not speak of trust. Only using the creature as it no doubt means to use us.<br>


Brighten up a loved one's grave with a bouquet, freshly picked.


It will be far more satisfying to plunge a blade into Gortash myself than to pick through his ashes.


Hells. Poor thing didn't deserve to die like this.<br>


Boo has called the dibs.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Killing a restrained  enemy - one who never did <i>shit </i>to you? That's just low. Even for a Sharran.


Mystra would consider... forgiveness?


... aye, me and all. We were fishing - just getting ready to haul our nets in when we saw the crash.


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


Sarcasm at the ready.


I won't accept it. I won't.


May your dusks be long and your hunger fleeting.


Argh, the poison. It's too much. It's too late...


Living flesh - or some residue of it. Perhaps something nests in the rafters above.


But don't take long. We must strike while the iron is hot.


Oi, stand back! Where'd you come from?


Missing a little light in your life? Felogyr's Fireworks will brighten your day!


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


I'd be much more comfortable if you'd leave us the hells alone.


Unless you like big, bristlin' hairy legs, I wouldn't go down there, mate. Tha's the spider pit.


The shapeshifter's key fit perfectly. Now, what's inside...


Think again. Clause Z, Section Thirteen - the 'Lemure' clause. Could've <i>sworn</i> we covered this.


You horrid, horrid beast. What is wrong with you?


If they do, Balthazar will pull himself back together again. Nere won't - his usefulness has expired.


Ugh. I suppose I should.


Feel that? This house doesn't want us here.


Interesting selection.<br>


Something's off here... but I'm not sure what.


Better sent to Moonrise than left to rot down here. I hope.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


<i>I'm going to be as dead as Gortash any day now. Any moment. And what then?</i>


I am the Heart of the Gate. I am The One Who Roars.


Can't say I've heard of you. Spare me the story behind the name - I'm sure it's very scary.


I meant no insult. It's simply that yours are a people at war with themselves - I've never known them to care for outsiders.


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


Only a fool would keep Lady Orin waiting. She is at the altar.


For once.


A ritual space. To turn the living undead, looks like.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


Baldur's Gate, Raphael's portal. This must be how he goes back and forth to the city.


*The lady, Nym, moves your hand to where the clasps of her blouse lie.*


Ah, now <i>that </i>I can help you with.


So the plates trigger the lights above the doors, and - oh no. It's a puzzle, isn't it?


It is difficult to charge from down here.


Hope. The word of the hour.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


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


That's for someone teeny-tiny, not biggy-biggy.


Have you found them - our families?


A high and mighty type? Ahem, 'oh, I've learned my ways and will never steal again.' Happy?


I'm leaving this place. And I'm taking my parents with me.


I pray that when we're done with Ketheric, we'll have time for him.


Oh, and kill him.


No mercy.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


I've half a mind to tear your limbs off, one by one. By Mother Gith's silver sword, what were you thinking?


Feather in my cap, says I.


Just when my tongue was craving a second sample.


They are more than welcome to try.


Luskan, City of Sails, at the far north of the Sword Coast, in the shadow of the Spine of the World.


Very kind of you, but I'm saving my best bottle for someone already.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I have to get moving. Perhaps our paths will cross again later.


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


Dying Freezing to Death


While a touch incompetent, Investigator Valeria could have still proved difficult.


For now, then, I can only wait. I eagerly await the next call to battle.


You want more?


<i>Choose.</i>


Always another way, yes - but not necessarily a <i>better </i>way.


Urgh, this darkness is gnawing at me.


Ridiculous. We just let her run off?


Necromancy, huh. I bet Gale would be interested in a book like this.


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


*If the goblins didn't hear you before, they certainly do now.*


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


Non movere!<br>v3


And you know what? That feels <i>good. </i>


Sloppily done. But I guess the goblin had it coming.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Wulbren will get us to the city - I know it.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


Bet he's learned his lesson now.


Veterans - join the fray!


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Ketheric Thorm - once a servant of your goddess, now a faithless wretch - has used me to make himself immortal for a hundred years.


Macte virtute!


I wonder who - or <i>what</i> - those chains are for.


Uh?


We have to respect her choices. Or do we?


Why should we let Cazador have all the fun? After all he's done to us.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


I expected a temple to murder would be more fun. A little joyous, even.


To the left and...


Find me, and you win.


Seems like you truly know the city. I never got to explore it to my liking.


I feel it too. My very essence... draining away.


*A foul totem of agony, mounted with sadistic relish.*


I can do better. I must.


I'm not seeking to control you. All I ask is a little... consideration.


Corruptus!


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Hells. Lae'zel...<br>


The wizard who defied a goddess.


You're a vile blister - I shall prick thee.


When I give the word.


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


Something's hidden in that debris.


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


With the Crown, I would impose perfect order. Unity. Efficiency. Control. My kingdom would control its borders, and stay within them.


Hear me.<br>


No - this is <i>our</i> duty.


Of course Rolan isn't here. Of course!


These designs are unfinished. Rough drafts, no more.


Why is everyone acting so <i>normal?</i> The Absolute's armies are coming - we need to stock up!


Interesting.


Dying


*You can sense something dark about this tome - something profane.*


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


Then I can only assume you too were on the receiving end of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region.


Time to fetch Scratch from the kennels, I suppose.


Secreti umbrarum!


*The battered man hangs slack from his chains, barely breathing.*


Do not be blinded by smiles and song.


Very well.


G-get away! Please, no more!


Looks like that's going to bruise.


I believe that's called growth, Shadowheart.


<i>Dad thought that was a load of woo. That gone meant gone, unless you'd struck a deal with one of the gods. But you had better things to do than beg favours off immortals, right, dad?</i>


Be very, very quiet.


Weak


You have been cleared, citizen. Go on about your business.


Enjoy the rest of your evening.


Argh! No point - I can't get through it.


What? Where are the prisoners?


*Your heart burns red-hot, then goes hollow. A presence disappears from your mind.*


But the Guild is the blood, the bone, the gristle - the ugly bits that actually make Baldur's Gate move.


Don't have anything to put here.


Recovered <br>V2


Lice-ridden cur!


A <i>ghaik</i> ship. Disgusting.


And I thought the tadpole was bad enough on its own.


But I've only now come to see who my true enemy's been.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


Delicious as you were, I didn't want to go too far.


Effort v8


Pull the other one - Guild folk don't chuck around Nine-Fingers' name like cheap dice.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Make haste, I have a very busy day of <i>very </i>demanding clientele ahead. What do you require?


I don't expect anyone to understand that. But I've been dealt a hand most people don't have to contemplate playing.


Oh, damn it all. Half the Sword Coast probably knows by now.


You will be capable of dominating a Netherbrain.


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


But... I never... made... enough... sales...


Gone... and gods, what's that <i>smell? </i>Sulphur? Bizarre.


Orpheus can disrupt a <i>ghaik</i> hivemind. One talent of many that drove the illithids to enthral him.


Cresceat scientia!


It's hopeless. Silvanus' will holds these vines in place.


Glad you weren't - you fight well. Not like them bloody tieflings.


What in the...?


You know what, Lae? I couldn't agree more.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Everyone else saw the large and leathern githyanki woman. Yes...?


The slate holds the truth. The prince still comes for his throne.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'. An odd book for a drow to carry.


How... how am I still breathin'?


Video veritatem!<br>v2


Lady Jannath wishes for some time alone with her new spouse, and has sent her staff on holiday accordingly.


The road to Baldur's Gate looks a little less daunting now that we're all back together.


I have. With your considerable help.


I could run the shop again. That is - help Derryth.


It'll hurt less if you hold still.


You could send an elf to sleep!


Why don't you just set me free, tiefy?


*Its breathing quickens as you pull in close to its face. Its excitement palpable.*


I'd follow up myself, but while this uniform gets me into certain places, it keeps me out of others. Especially places that don't want to be found...


I can't believe I did that - Shar will disown me. Now I'm truly lost...


<i>Faithful Gortash, servant of darkness. Be my Black Hand.</i>


But there are many grateful people here who want to spent time with you. I must not keep you all to myself. As enjoyable as that may be.


Mizora no longer doth darken his doorstep. He relieth now on blade, bow, and wits.


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


But we don't have any way to free Orpheus.


Dodge
v2


You do a great service here. Not only for your goddess, but for magic itself. It will never be forgotten. Nor will I forget you.


Ugh, that reeks.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


Farewell, friend. Your life starts anew from this moment.


The True Soul would know. We're doing the right thing.


How may I be of further assistance?


Well, if abandoning you isn't an option...


You're a <i>vampire</i>.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


We can look after our own. Starting with this.


This grave is a mess - probably an animal's doing.


Go on, then - light a fire under the buggers.


We'll walk in the sun. We'll finally be <i>free</i>, brother.


All the hallmarks of a protracted torture. Orin clearly enjoyed herself here...


Hot, hot, hot!


You're on the right track with Flame Cullagh. He might be some use to us after all.


Perhaps you should be. When the Black Mass is complete, he'll be stronger than ever.


<i>I will miss you too.</i>


Continual Flame - an unquenchable light. Costs a queen's crown worth of ruby dust to summon.


You can't just confiscate my cargo of ale. Where's your authorisation?


My daughter's name is <i>Vanra. </i>We were in the Blushing Mermaid when she went missing.


Well, so much for peace.<br>


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Do you mind?


...Best introduce yourself. Perhaps he'll listen to a True Soul.


Lies! You have been seduced by empty promises, <i>ghaik </i>tricks!


*As these images flood your mind, you fall soundly asleep like a babe in arms.*


I have <i>such</i> a headache.


Whoa. More carnage.


Return to the grove; I'll make my own way there.


Excellent. This couldn't have gone better.


Brain... absolute... drained... thoughts...


Lae'zel of K'liir, Unholy Assassin. Honour - or outrage?


*Nothing. Both animals look fine.*


Ugh, that stench. Body must have been here a good while.


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


<i>Alurlssrin</i> is a noun.


Nobody's gonna push us around anymore.


Now remember - fashion's a fickle mistress, so be sure to return.


Oh! B-beg <i>pardon</i>, True Soul! At y'service, of course.


Effort v2


Pulso!


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


I know that name - it was in a courier's note. Something about 'settling matters' with Nine-Fingers.


Nulla salus!


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Can't live my life without you.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Holy hells - drow corpses laid out to dry. Message received, loud and clear.


*Blasphemous words, looming as large in your mind as the towering figure of Vlaakith herself.*


Look at that.


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


But there's no turning back - you need to LEAVE. And you need to take me with you.


They're my conquests. I pursued them, seduced them, then brought them to Cazador. He told us he was feeding on them.


Non movere!<br>v3


Let's see.


Weak


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


What - you'll die for this, traitor!


*The boundary between thought and feeling is gone. Your mind and body are as one - bristling with concentrated cerebral energy.*


Incommodum!


They're everywhere up there. Stay away if you can.


*Following your curiosity, wielding unknown magic... You feel more like yourself than you have in months. And who knows how long your 'self' has left?*


Think you can take me on?


<i>A blatant lie.</i>


Another one of those githyanki discs. I should talk to Lae'zel.


No threats, Astele. We are your allies, whether you want to see it or not.


Newfound wisdom. A sense of clarity.


... all you'd best take is this warning, yeah? Step lightly around here - you're outnumbered.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Rather unsuccessfully, it would seem. <br>


The shapeshifters were all over these tunnels - and I see Father Lorgan's name.


That old woman was certainly memorable.


Stray from the path, and I will correct you.


Feel like I've been sucking on a stench kow's udder... That druid fucked me up.


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


In Bhaal's name.


And yet, we are all in need. Imagine what creativity would bloom if no craftsman starved. If every wizard had spell materials!


Enough sitting around - let's go hurt someone.


*A submersible - it matches the description of the vehicle that brought the Gondian hostages into the Iron Throne.*


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


I miss him. Every moment of every day. <i>Godsdammit. </i>


Perhaps we should exercise a <i>touch</i> more caution in future.


Now I don't mean to hurry you - but if you <i>could</i> hurry, I'd be most obliged.


Through here? You must be funnin'. Lads - attack!


I didn't know how to say no.


Para bellum!<br>v3


Get back, already. Got a problem? Talk to the gauntlet.


We treat the real spiders real kind, True Soul. Feed 'em the plumpest prisoners.


I did... It must be because of those parasites they put in us...


Hmm. Corpses as a statement. Someone enjoys their bloody work.


Right - let's keep moving.


Of course! You're definitely invited. We'll make dinner.


I can set up shop elsewhere. People always need 'lotions and potions'.


Help me root out this cult, and they can spin stories about <i>you </i>for a change.


Father, please. Come back to me.


But you are lucky - that weapon you carry is the solution. I have heard it from Queen Vlaakith herself.


I've heard thus is the way with certain birds of paradise and prey. The chemical induces lowered inhibitions between the pair.


I'm here for killing, not talking. Begin the attack.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Your blood belongs to Bhaal.


I sell anything and everything needed to cultivate your countenance.


There's always one...


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


Anyhow - I'm keeping my senses pricked for any sign of another item that might be of use to you. Hopefully something will turn up soon.


He was... difficult. Always thought I should come work for him in Dad's old shop.


<i>We value his custom immensely, and the services of all those in his employ! </i>


I should speak up.


Alas, you may be right. You had few choices, all bad.


Even being in the presence of that amulet makes my skin crawl. It's like feeling the eyes of Bhaal himself settling upon us.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


No.


On my way.


It's too late, then. You really are the Slayer.


... I know. I do too. But we're together - that's what matters.


Don't stop singing...


Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.


Drunk <br>V3


You say, as a mind flayer thrall who spends their life sorting out other people's problems.


Some call me the Blade of Frontiers. Others, the Pride of the Coast, or the Protector.


We did just talk about it. Let's rest.


Queen Vlaakith - <i>tsk'va!</i>


You're in the guildmaster's good graces - nice spot to be, once you step right.


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


I've always been curious to meet one. Though preferably not fangs-first...


Should we fortify the camp? Wait for the vampires to strike here?


We met him on the road here - commanding the army of the Absolute. I put an arrow through his eye myself, only to watch him pluck it out like a splinter.


That song...


I can't hear!


Return to me with what I seek,
Or face a fate most black and bleak.


I would have thought he'd seen enough of the place for several lifetimes, but he still visits on occasion.


The Absolute shall be dealt with in time. You shall be dealt with right now.


The doctor's teachings live on. I will be fine, the patients will be fine, everything fine.


<i>Actor?</i>  How could you say -


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Protected by some arcane mischief We'll need to dispel it.


I... I ain't got no way to repay you.


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


No. Just no.


Expello te!<br>v3


I don't know what you mean. I've never seen these children in my life.


This place is <i>alive</i>. A big, thinking thing - and it needs our flesh to grow. I've seen them put corpses in the walls - and they just melt away.


Promises, promises. If you want my trust, you'll make more careful decisions.


*By eradicating your siblings.*


*You spend the rest of the night reliving your torment, none the wiser about what your old master did to you.*


If it has anything valuable to say, then we may act upon it. Until then, our eyes and ears must remain open for any other possibility of success.


Our best chance to make it to Baldur's Gate is on our own. This place is lost.


Huh. Not so much a term of age or affection as simple old habit. You object?


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


Ow! That damned kobold...


A True Soul parasite, and it's still alive. You should collect it from the corpse.


Certainly won't be cuz of yer beautiful eyes.


Effort v8


It's planting animating spores. It means to raise the dead.


Duke Ulder Ravengard would want what was best for his son. I know you two had your differences, but he loved you. He wouldn't change a thing.


Good.


I am but a table-scrap of Bhaal's will. He will send me to aid and protect you, until you have need of me no more.


I doubt there's much worth saying.


The other gods do not look kindly on the Bitch Queen - but <i>she </i>looks kindly upon your prayers, priest.


Beloved? I might have been hers. She sure as hells wasn't mine.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


None shall see me.


Here we go.


That chair leg could make for a fine weapon...


...don't matter if you're a slave or a king. Drow'll pluck out yer eyes if you look at 'em wrong.


Flesh to stone. Powerful magic.<br>


An underwater prison - a shrewd idea. Gortash was nothing if not a meticulous schemer.


*Your mind mingles with Wyll's, and he learns of Mizora's mission to Moonrise.*


*With a jerk, your mind is transported. You look down, your body of pure steel and power whirring. A dwarf cowers before you.*


Worth a shot.


For the Lady of Loss!


Exitiale errorem.


Now, now. I can see your fangs, my dov. Don't make me show you mine.


Clause F, Section Nine: <i>'Soul-binder shall bestow reward or favour only upon soul-bearer's fulfilment of related obligation.'</i>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Nothing.


You do know him? I don't suppose you'll tell me where he is?


A certain... Ineffable quality - <i>beauty</i>. In its many forms.


More of the same.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Propera!


A dead bird. What happened to it?


NO MORE TAKING. GIVE. GIVE. GIVE!


I hope you're right. I truly do. Godly power, perhaps I can live without, but you? You're everything.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


<i>Kill them.</i>


Greetings, child. I fear your companion could not fully embrace my penance.


...help me...


I'll write to the council. This cannot happen again.


I do trust you. More than myself right now. Perhaps even more than Mystra.


Looks like it siphons power from anyone lying in that cradle. Wonderful.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Let's get out of here before we stop to chat.


Exactly. You freed us from Ketheric's rotten cells - I reckon you can rid us of these Gondians just as easily.


Yes... I think so. Art? Can you hear us?


Invoco te


Neither of us can know what truly may be if we don't at least try. Potential is nothing in itself - just a fleeting dream, unless we drag it into the waking world. Please, at least think on it.


We'll have time to spare for that, I sense. I'm surprised you haven't had your fill of me already.


<i>There</i> you are. I was wondering where the devil you'd been.


I'm more than game. Let's do it.


PainOpen<br>var 1


Oh! Oh my. By Ilmater's rack, that's... that's...


I told you already, now forget it. Let's keep going.


Why do you ask?


Not another word. You'll meet the Nielsen boy and you're going to love him - I promise.


'Foul Hag Finally Destroyed - Victims Freed Too'! Read up on all the gory details before we sell out!


Spirit... of the Land. In the... Shadowfell. Look for... lavender. He needs... he needs...


That was on purpose!


<i>Did you think I wouldn't find out?</i>


His soul was poisoned by the god of death. His sick devotion ruined him.


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


Pleasure. And as for the heat, I haven't got any solutions now, but I'm not giving up. Could be if the combustion chamber had its own insulation, or if we had some kind of enchanted coolant...


Then again, I do love a challenge. Could be if the combustion chamber had its own insulation, or if the spark plug had a dampener... I'll give it some thought.


When the Karsite Weave entered your body, your gifts were the first thing it consumed.


*The Fist eyes you with suspicion. He was not expecting the saviour of Baldur's Gate to be a mind flayer.*


*You see - or is it sense? - the presence of a woman, the woman who hovered over Gale's palm.*


Give Mol a tenday and she'll own Baldur's Gate. You'll see.


Do you think Lae'zel would approve? I saw how she looked at you earlier.


Nature is my true love. You, I merely tolerate.


Good. Marshalling the goblins is no simple matter, but my warband will be ready to attack by next light.


I think you know what I want. But what <i>you </i>want is the most important thing.


Hold on! I'm coming.


We came to <i>help.</i> Umberlee's law - never pass a wreck. Even if it... comes from the sky.


Feel my mistress' wrath.


Look, what are heroic folks like you doing near a dump like the Mermaid?


What do you think of the wine?


What to do?


Dodge
v2


But losing that early love is still the regret foremost of forgotten sorrows.


Listen up.


*... but no more daunting than the warriors Vlaakith will send after you. You are <i>Hshar'lak</i>. An apostate.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Settle your affairs, True Soul. The waiting's almost over.


A foot, smeared with paint... among other things. This must belong to Dribbles.


Hey, you're back! Here to buy some stuff?<br>


Ramazith... gone... Open for the taking...


*Whatever's behind that lock, it's being watched closely. Best to step away.*


They said no questions, honey.


These sigils... what were they for?


The joke's on you. No entry - that's the end of it.


Victory v2


Caeco te!<br>v3


Here we go again.


Our hag's lair. Charming.


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


Wait. What in the hells?


Oh look how they struggle! Don't do yourself a mischief, now.


To Gortash, then. I'm sure his enthusiasm will be... boundless.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Yes. Word of the Absolute's mercy - and mercy is not in Her vocabulary!


The head of a death devil, straight from the Fugue Plane. More hideous than I imagined..


Her power, his will, and my genius. An unsurpassable feat.


I looked for Zevlor among those who came back. No matter his fate... I know he'd be grateful to you. I am too.


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


Minsc - not your time!


It is unwise to irritate someone who can <i>command the Weave.</i>


Make peace with your Absolute - the Blade comes for your head!


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


But I know what it is like to be burdened by forces outside of your control.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


*You are Karlach, tearing through demons across a blood-red landscape of fire and volcanic cinder.*


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


Dying Burning<br>v4


Everyone says that. And then they spit in our faces.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Ngh. My head...


Ah, a war hammer. A beautifully messy weapon.


Snore
zzZzz


That might be worth a look.


*You led the cultists of Bhaal and orchestrated the Absolute plot. It was your genius, your cruelty, your design.*


<i>And you would do well to reconsider unlocking your potential. Your puerile attachment to your material form jeopardises us all. If I must, I will force you.</i>


We underestimated an enemy. Much like I underestimated you and your vampiric companion.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I'm coming for you!


They'll do their teacher's bidding. Bad for us.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


ARGH! You vile sadist, what have you done to me?


Do they? Well, there must be something to it, then.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


A slate marked with <i>tir'su</i>. Another Orpheus story, perhaps?


I know you carry the Astral Prism, Lae'zel.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


How much farther can I go?


This is not a wasteland: it is a glorious ecosystem. Every civilisation here could thrive without conflict!


Watch your back out there. If it's not the cult coming for you, it'll be the shadows.<br>


Bah! To hell with the devil, is it? Very well, I shall oblige.


Effort v2


Suit yourself, but only the leader of your group is coming in. I will not allow anyone else.


*If you let him regenerate, he's sure to come after you again.*


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


Hang on. I'll set you free.


What can I do for you?


I hope your friend sees sense soon. She doesn't have much time left.


You got it. Now, we done here or what?


Do not think your twinkly-eyed wiles will work on us, <i>vampire lord.</i>


It's inert, if that's what you mean. But it still reeks of the Shadow Weave, and its polluting magic will continue to escape for as long as it lies abandoned here.


Still breathing, despite everything.


But what does it mean?


<i>I realised what the Prism was for - containment.</i>


Magical access into the Underdark. A shortcut to death one might call that.<br>


I should have known you were a vampire - the signs were there.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Dribbles, why did you have to go missing now, of all times?


... the orb. I still have the means to unleash its power, and put a stop to all this from one heartbeat to the next. But it would not be without cost. The city, and all who remain, would be lost.


This is going to be good, I can feel it. <i>Retribution</i> and HELLSFIRE.


*The suffocating yearning suddenly fades as the spell breaks. You are free.*


You're joking, right? You couldn't fit a kobold in our cargo!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Hate you? Don't be ridiculous. If I hated you, you'd already be dead.


Hm. Yes. This definitely <i>tastes</i> like poison.


Edowin told us there was a camp of faithful goblins nearby. We'll find safe harbour there. He'd... want us among friends.


Well, whatever else it may be, the tadpole isn't a liar. I never wanted to serve Zariel, and I escaped the first chance I could.


I'm just buying, ah, bread off my friend here - everything is fine.


I thought you were better than this, you know. That you might make a worthy consort. But I was wrong.


I strike with precision.


*Beneath the resilient veneer, a touch of fragility. He needs comfort - and in this dream world, you can touch without fear of harming him.*


*Crunch crunch. Scream scream. Job done.*


Attack


The very purpose for my presence - in a roundabout sort of way.


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


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


Take one from Balthazar's chambers.


Corpora sana!


None that I couldn't handle, precious.


I will not die here. I cannot.


Depends on the company.


Very well. Side by side we'll stand as we'll rip True Souls from a false god. As good a prophecy as any.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Karlach. You've no resonance about you at all. No Netherstones - not even Ketheric Thorm's.


*Such an explosion will be unavoidable, if the tadpole in your skull triggers ceremorphosis. An outcome definitely best avoided.*


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


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


And yet she lives, and so does her parasite.


The shadow curse still taints the land. Perhaps we could have lifted it, had we tried.


Drunk <br>V3


Don't worry - I've got this!<br>


Morbidus!


Just what I need.


You find yourself in the cradle of all knowledge relating to the Underdark: <i>the Society of Brilliance</i>.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


I'm fine. Let's just get this over with.


Best act fast.


Sure, the Steel Watchers are just so much scrap now, but how come nobody's talking about the collapse of the foundry? That place is prime real estate, mixed use, residential and industrial! How I'd love to get that contract.


I should get to work on my acceptance speech for the Society research prize.


Not only that, they're <i>polite</i>. Have you any idea how hard it is to make an automaton have manners?


Bellows and swallows, my joy, ahoy...


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


Murderers wandering our streets!


How gracious of you. Try it again, and I'll leave you in pieces.


Hm.


Here comes the punchline!


Te exsecror!


Delightful.


I'm sure your god already grants you a great deal - but a little extra never hurt.


Nothing. It's not really the time for an ogre rampage, anyhow.


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


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


Pain begone.


What about my tail?


It's curious. After all the wonders and monstrosities we've witnessed, waking beside you seems more unreal than any of it.


You have triumphed at every turn. Seek out my inner sanctum - the final test awaits.


My talents are wasted here.


*You take a deep breath, sure of one thing over all others: You are a man of your own making.*


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Let me get a good look at you. My gods, Bex. I can't believe we almost lost each other.


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


Don't make me do this.


I'll be keeping mine on you.


On your feet!


I'm glad we're here together. It would be lonely to be here alone.


But you must vow it - you are mine.


Recovered


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Then it will be so. With you and I together, there's not a force in existence that can stop us.


Video veritatem!


As an ally must.


Effort


How regrettable, that your meat must go unsavoured.


Do you need anything else of me?


Probably a waste of time.


Worst that can happen is one of those Steel Watchers stamping us into the dirt.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


<i>I feel its pull. Its desire to enthral is... overwhelming.</i>


CoughIll<br>var 1


Yeah. I'm <i>sooo </i>scared.


<i>Wander Shar's halls; hungry to slay...</i>


But you are a traitor. And I will have your head!


A better sum than I expected. You're lucky Glitterbeard's busy with other guests below.


*And if so, what else has Vlaakith lied to her people about?*


Undeserving!


Well, that's quite the story.


I am trained to embody eternal patience. You are pissing me off.


Gortash said 'hello' to me once. That commanding voice of his, made my heart thump!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


They changed colour. That's got to mean <i>something.</i>


I can barely see!


Stars and the full moon... is this what that dwarf's poem was talking about?


Attack Critical<br>var2


Come with us to Baldur's Gate. If <i>cats </i>are new to you, you won't believe what you'll find there.


We'll see how charmed you are in a minute.


Gods thou may be, yet thou hast proven thyselves fools, every one.


Oh, I wasn't holding out for an invitation.


Careful here. <br>


The illithid lied about his nether-pebbles. Only say the word, and Minsc will feed them to him.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Viconia - to battle!


This is Auntie's special place. You can't be in her special place!


Do your duty - this one final trial. Then you will be whole.


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


What does it mean? It means we'll have power - power we can use to take on the Absolute and rid ourselves of these parasites, once and for all.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


This 'Adamantine Forge' - the same the drow's corpse spoke of?


Another sorry soul come to wander these halls. What do you seek?


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


For my part - I need her knowledge. The thing I hunt has gone to ground.


Erm, Absolute's blessings, sir.


Still blocked - but should be easy enough to clear.


Better. I almost believed you this time.


I've got one!


Don't do that.


There - in the debris. Look.


Magical stones for the magical soul, right here!


His heart gave out - with a little magical push, I'll wager.


In fact, where did all the harbour fog go?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


My eyes!


You and I are going to take this city by storm - I know it.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


That's what I've been saying! There may yet be a peaceful solution.


Prepare to die!


He'll fight to the death if we let him - do not let it come to that!


But you're <i>my</i> leaking blood-bag.


Dying Burning<br>v2


This way.<br>


Effort


I can provide you with the means to perform such a ceremony, but you understand, this is my livelihood. First, you must do something for me.


I feel something. Magic... but where?


All dead. Not much of a hiding place, it seems.


Listen!


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


At night, of course!


Awe, shite - my legs are only wee, I don't know if I'll make it in time!


It may shock you both to know, but Minsc and this Stone Lord: they are one man. The <i>same</i> one man.


<b><i>You have played your part. </i></b>


Damn this fog.


Optimistic to the end - good. Cynicism won't help us now. Let's hear the Emperor out.


Trap! Be cautious.


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


Another fight. Let's go.


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


A duke's son, perhaps.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I hope She brings us someone resilient - the last ones broke too quickly.


<i>Chk</i> - the devil Mizora's made herself quite at home, hasn't she?


Hey, soldier. Doing the rounds?


*Then again, you've done the impossible half a dozen times recently. Who's to say you don't have one last miracle left in you?*


Malleus! v2


I - I didn't mean for this to happen.


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


You were lucky that Omeluum realised this before he attempted a fatal extraction.


Nocturnus!


You have earned your place as a Dark Justiciar of Shar.


Eh, beggin' your pardon, o' course. I'm sure you're mighty as they come.


Please - our people are trapped. Phil was a sapper, kept a smokepowder stash. Find it and blow that wall open, I'm begging you.


Out of sight, out of mind.


My'Nahastra Mystra'Ryl. E'Deelion Thras'Anas'Tthra.


Ugh. I suppose I should.


Astarion! NO!


Hah! Enough warriors to make this a fair fight. Failing that, we've got the means to make it <i>unfair</i>.


Lady Shar, give me a sign.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


And what will happen to those who oppose us?


And I, your only tutor, feel naught but humiliation for letting your education fall so short.


Nine-Fingers gone, and the Zhentarim along with her. Worked out neatly enough for you, didn't it?


Seems like a good moment to talk.


Otherwise, Mol's waiting.


I would make peace with your Astarion. I would forgive him his sins if we can reach an accord.


I meant to do that.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Have to keep focused. Can't afford to get attached - to anyone.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


As you say. Perhaps others could turn the other cheek, but I'm not that sort. It's for the best - to spare further heartache.


I got stuff if you got coin.


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


Orin was by my side. She told me that god had chosen me to be a True Soul. Blessed and adored.


Soon. First I must set matters to rights in the grove. And you should celebrate your victory.


A scrying eye - or whatever's left of it.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


That's that settled.


Fall by my hand!


Danger book. Let's read it.


*Your murderous actions have given this guard the perfect excuse to eviscerate you. Any last words?*


That armour... it looks like that of the Dark Justiciars.


You look as fresh as the day you arrived.


That thing's bound to be dangerous, even if injured. Best be careful.


Hope this ends well.<br>


*It jams shut - trapping her within.*


Haha!


Didn't manage to catch him alive, unfortunately, but I did overhear quite a lot of what he had to say.


Ha! A pure-bred dog of war, from that snarl. You can walk.


You cannot question me. I am as a god. And you are a bit of dross washed in by the tide of fate.


I'll wait. For now.


If the road was clear? A tenday's walk, maybe. But while the goblins are out there, it might as well be the other side of the world.


This plane is full of disturbing creatures.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


I might take that badly if you hadn't just saved my neck, Sharran.


Foolish games... shadow... ambushed...


Time!


This is not battle-charge. A waddle, at best.


Prisoners. I doubt they'll last long in here.


Perhaps, but please - enough about me. Sharing's bad for my complexion.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


What's your plan for the city?<br>


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


I had my doubts, but you came through. Thank you.


Odd. I feel... <i>better</i>.


You're not going to let this go, are you? You might wish you had...


I don't think I'll ever look at an ox quite the same.


Hope it doesn't see us.


Oh, nothing as fancy as that!


A journey with no end, trodden only by the desperate and the damned.


Ugh, Neverwinter? Why would you bother?


They all head there - my gish have drafted plans to assault the tower. They are ready to fight, <i>ch'r'ai</i>.


That human's wreckin' me head.


Ferio!


At least you've done me the favour of not having to worry about him any further. Take this - get it out of my sight.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


My point is this: our orifices remain blissfully unbloodied. Our heads remain clear, and our blood temperature normal.


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


But it's not safe!


Odd - I didn't know a spectator could <i>petrify</i> its victims.


You! Make yourself useful. Push, damn it, push!


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


No need for you to apologise. The news of his death is some consolation, at least. Though not much.


I would not be so hasty. You have trials still to face - you may want allies.


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


Lead the way - I'll listen to your steps and bring up the rear.


<i>The Crown, up ahead - time to cast the spell again, and break its will.</i>


We shall have to free him.


That's what your kind does - they take. Still... you did help me.


This place makes my skin crawl. Don't take anything for granted in here.


I'd kill for a pint of mermaid's breath. These city brews ain't got much bite to 'em.


There's a place called 'Candulhallow's Tombstones' that I've seen cropping up in the reports. Seems to be where the murderers are sent once they've completed their kills.


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>Magga cammara</i>. That's a hook horror.


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


Shit - no! It's all been leading to this - we stop the brain. Now!


*There's been an assault nearby. You might want to explain your presence here.*


Approach with caution. One mistake could be costly.


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


Thanks for not giving up on me, either.


That puffed-up parvenu Gortash, an Archduke? How<i>ever</i> did they find a crown big enough for his head?


<i>Enough</i>, Bill.


If she cannot have the life she wants, she will at least die as she chooses.


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


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


<i>Chk.</i>


Dead? Of <i>course. </i>They should have run, had every chance.


I'm not made of magic, you know.


I have to hurry.


You made it through the dark? Lucky you - not everyone does.


Gods above - what happened?


We must reach Ketheric. He will lead us to the Heart of the Absolute.


How many die today? How many die tomorrow?


*You slip free of the chains.*


It was Thaniel, of course. Nature was my very first friend. I get older, but he hasn't changed a day.


Wyvern poison? No thanks.


Then why do you doubt my acts and intent?


We don't have a choice.


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


The devils in there can swallow kids whole - even Stinky!


Well, we're not getting in this way.


Just out of view.


Dribbles' leg, still bearing scraps of tattered fabric. Once bright and jovial, now bloody and joyless.


I'd say the swamp is a breath of fresh air compared to the hag, but... not really.


Dead - by our own kin's hand.


Lorroakan's dead, but who are his heirs and assigns? I've got to find out, because they're going to need a good real estate agent if they want to flip that Ramazith's Tower - and Roger Gherkins is the man for the job!


You'll never be entirely free of her torments as long as we draw breath. You must end this - give us Selûne's mercy.


I have to hope so. And if not, at least there's only so much damage they can do in the Underdark.


All these bones. Seems there's been a graverobber at work here, and an artful one at that.


They just keep coming. Hurry!


Besides, you survived. I'll not apologise for my actions.


*Her faith floods into you - a tide of shuddering ecstasy. Her tadpole nestles within that mania, secure... hidden.*


That would be far too confusing for my hamster.


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


Maybe the Mouth <i>doesn't</i> get paid for coverage.


Talk to me.


Effort v11


Brothers, look here. I have eyed yet another tiefling prize. Fortune favours our bellies!


*You have earned your place amongst the many storied legends of the Forgotten Realms.*


I better have a word.


Then go down to the bloody shop. I've got work to do.


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


Effort v2


Please - do what you want. Just don't hurt my sister.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Can't you just heal yourself?


Vae victis!<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


City's gotten noisy, eh? Refugees everywhere.


Laughter Maniacal


It's honestly amazing, I'd have thought Carys' gossip would have been wrong at least once. But no - always bang on.


Closed Mouth Effort


Once the druids complete their ritual, we'll be sharing the road with goblins once again.


Mind yer business. This ain't it.


Victory v4


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


A dead tiefling. Arabella's mother, no doubt. The horror of her end I daren't contemplate.


A distillery. A little premature for us to start celebrating, I suppose.


He heard about the ritual and the power our master will grant us, so he came back with his tail between his legs, hoping all would be forgiven.


He knows nothing of what the tadpole is capable of.


Nothing. Seems it needs a different source to draw from.


Simple is as simple does.


We're not done just yet. There's still more clown scraps out there.


Walk in grace, soul of light.


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


Don't worry. I won't.


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


Yeah? Open wide. I got some piss for your pot.


Aeris... the Turnkey Three...


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


This is the city proper, is it? I didn't expect it to be so outrageously... ordinary.


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


We had an item of great magic before - what came of it, Gale?


You like cowls, don't you, Gale?


It's... a long story. But I'll tell it - you deserve to know.


I had better watch your back then.


I should've just stayed quiet. You want the truth? Fine.


Poor beast. It didn't deserve to die in fear.<br>


Did I threaten you? Did I force the coin from your purse to mine? No. Pay up.


I know. Damn it, I know.


Listen up.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Cave circulum!


Recovered <br>V3


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


The names 'Rolan' and 'Lorroakan' will be known far and wide. You'll see.


<i>Do</i> be careful, I don't much fancy a stay behind bars.


Frozen solid. It'll take more than just brawn to move this.


I'm not giving out any more free copies. I'll be putting the bog-paper shop out of business.


Fine.


I'd be a laughing stock with that lumbering 'round after me.


Sine metu!


A Selûne prayer book? We should leave it, unless we need kindling for our campfire.


But unfortunately it is not all you have done.


Demento te!<br>v3


Minsc <i>does</i> trust you. It is his stomach that might prove treacherous. But...


Those tracks say fox, but the stride is odd. Hm. It must have jumped down there.


I live at the mercy of fiends. A man with the horrid face of a devil, awaiting his future in Hells' blistered army.


Sister, you've got a deal.


But should I wake with so much as a drop of blood on my neck, I will <i>end</i> him.


You call my skills a <i>service</i>?


Talk to Gish Far'aag. She will decide your fate.


Silfy needs the practice. You'll be out there soon enough.


<i>COME ON, DEATH! TAKE ME! I'M READY! I'M READY! I'M - </i>


You heard him, love.


Guilty. The moment I looked at Aylin, I just knew I had to be with her. I was hers. That was it.


Gods damn you - you're right. Few things are more powerful than the will to live.


Very funny. And I'm a bugbear. We'll get along just fine.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


Fine. But you gotta understand, Mol is <i>family. </i>Bring her back - please.


Everything's in order. Let's see what this contraption can do.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


I owe you an apology. You pulled my people from one death-trap, only for me to land them in another.


Mutatis mutandis!


No! I mean, I... we've <i>met</i>, but only for the briefest of consultations.


What in the hells?


Ah!


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


*You pick your way silently through the loose rocks and broken masonry until you're a safe distance away.*


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Thought you was my replacement, but noooo. Bet Mirg has drunk herself stupid.


Without delay.


Lady Shar smiles upon our endeavours.


You've mocked me enough, Delwaer. We begin in three, two -


You debase yourself. And I thought none lesser than <i>ghaik.</i>


I can pack or talk, and right now I'm packing.


To arms, Zhentarim! The Guild is ours - once we clear out the vermin!


You see a fella on his own on your way in? Dwarf. Baelen's his name.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


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


You're covered in dust and... wait. Is that a bruise there?


Effort v7


Huh. Dinner?


Mizora? <i>You're</i> Zariel's asset?


Thinking about my old teacher - Lihala. She would have been so proud to see me here, but what's the point?


Out of respect for the High Harper, I'm going to pretend you're just scratching your arse.


I would rather fall on my blade than become a <i>ghaik</i>.


This makes no sense. Why here, and why now?


Got nothin' better to do than bother orphans?


*The clink of gold leaving your purse - the sound of repercussions deftly avoided.*


Stubborn. A useful quality.


*His dreams have the form of an endless ocean of blood, vast and unknowable.*


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Perure!


Te curo!


Hello darling.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Get 'em, Boo!


Have you no heart? They deserved freedom - and you denied it.


Death becomes you.


Expello te!


This place is all dark corners. Stay sharp, eh?


This is the price of balance.


Interesting.


Laughter Maniacal


Out of my way.


Thunder Master is nice. Doesn't hit Shovel, so Shovel tells you.


Recovered


Quite a weapon. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that thing. <br>


As the last of the original Gate crew, my duty is to drink to fallen comrades. So... if'n you don't mind?


Text is too faded. Doesn't tell me who was worshipped here.


The Nightsong is Shar's sacrifice - she's <i>my destiny</i>. He cannot have her!


I am Dhourn. Third son of House Ba'Tol, first rank evoker, and initiate of Gravenhollow's...


Yes - that Lorroakan. The greatest wizard in Baldur's Gate.


What was... hm. Never mind.


No! <i>No!</i>


A Sharran structure, going by the design.


Don't linger too long under the chandeliers. If another tremor hits... well, that'd make a pretty mess.


-- Quick - Must be
-- quick --This mind i---s small -- fragile as an egg. Listen now.


Our 'guests' are finally gone. I thought they'd never leave.


Quite the welcome.


The goblin may yet prove her worth. Necessity has bred stranger bed fellows.


*But with one quick snatch, you envelop a toe in your foul maw.*


Hey, solider.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


<i>Move away. </i>


Ira!


Sticking my neck out again.


*Not an ordinary child, but not a spectre either. One part of a greater whole. Something ancient. And oddly... sad?*


WAIT! Please - please!


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


*Sigh* If only last night could have lasted forever. How are you feeling, my darling?


Vincit qui patitur!


It's not too late to say a prayer in honour of our sister, should you wish to.


*However, the lock trapping this creature seems simple - crude, even. The fuel inside must be changed relatively often.*


A well-guarded laboratory. What were they hiding down here?


A <i>ghaik</i> ship. Disgusting.


Effort v5


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Get lost. I'm here to survey, and I haven't got ears for a third opinion.


Oh dear.


Harpers, to me! We have a True Soul to crush.


<i>Hta'zith!</i>


I was wondering about your queen, Vlaakith. What tales of her reach us are terrifying, but I suppose that's not how you would describe her.


You can say whatever you want; you aren't going to change my mind. <i>Nothing </i>will.


<i>I </i>knew <i>we shouldn'tve taken that fancy berry beer. Could've tasted the poison if it hadn't been so sweet.</i>


This quaint little scene is decidedly too middle-of-nowhere for my tastes.


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


Argh!


Ouch. That will need some healing.


((*<i>vile beast</i>*))


That's one way to put it - careful she doesn't try to steal it to replace her own. But in all seriousness, I'm glad you found someone, even if it isn't me. I hope you make each other happy.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


Are you all right?


That should more than suffice.


Let go, <i>Mother</i>. Embrace loss.


*You sense you've gone too far. Deference to your kind won't dissuade this goblin from killing you.*


After all these years you want us to go back to feeding on beasts?


I'm sure you'll manage - it's not as if your cupboards are bare just yet.


*This is not a nest or haunt, any place of comfort. Closing your eyes only intensifies the unease.*


*As her cleric, even standing in her statue's presence makes you feel more sensitive to the Weave, and to her power.*


Page after page of ancient symbols. A history? No - a dictionary.


If my breath couldn't kill people already, it certainly can now.


All is at hand. Your presence is not required.


Now you're speaking my language.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Invisibilis!


You may examine them, oh diabolical dominatrix, but they cannot be removed unless you present a writ of Infernal Requisition, with Article 152 correctly filled out.


Pickled brain, anyone?


Attack


The Bitch Queen shan't take me, my joy, ahoy.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Note this trunk of lies.


I know that name - it was in a courier's note. Something about 'settling matters' with Nine-Fingers.


I'd swear that ox's gaze is following me.


Have you gone soft? I find that hard to believe. One's true nature always rises to the top.


Another. Drink.


Mm - if only I might lay claim to my proper trophy.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


This is genuinely infernal. So much for curios and traveller tat...


Kiai


Recovered <br>V2


*With startling clarity, you realise the mind flayer was telling the truth - if it dies, so do you.*


You're being a real thorn in my side.


*Your minds connect and you hear a voice whispering to you. The Absolute? Or just the echoes of his fractured mind, reverberating in the darkness?*


One who dies for no other reason than the sanctity of slaughter.


Effort v7


Idle Peace 02<br>


Spurious prune-tart.


It was more of an idea than an entity. Pure love. Total power.


Of course, whatever the master desires.


You are worthy.


Someone's in trouble... sounds like coin to me.


*Your years of hunting and tracking have taught you to recognise a territorial animal when you see it.*


Cannot. Must not. Too important...


They let in another horde of refugees this morning. When is it gonna stop?


You don't know? Oh, you're gonna soil yourself when you see him. But I won't spoil the surprise - that's for Kansif. Head on in.


So much death. So little justice.


You'll be free in a blink.


Free for the taking.<br>


Not this again.


Of course - and when Baldur's Gate falls, it won't be long until those that serve General Thorm well will rule the Sword Coast alongside him.


It was for the best. The cub would've died anyway.


<i>Chk</i> - the plain visage of Shar. Were it not already marked by vandals, I might have done it myself.


They'd see us all dead!


My client list is full. And you are not on it.


What...? Oh. I understand.


Mystra cannot destroy it, even if she wishes to, but she can try to ensure her followers resist its temptations.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Shame... Apparently he was a good man, for a lord.


A pity - she was fun.


Para bellum!<br>v3


Tormentum!


Come.<br>


Moonrise Towers, looks like. Quite a beauty back in the day.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Cudo!


Such cruelty, such callousness. And in our time of need. <i>Away</i>.


I <i>will </i>punch you in the throat, Rolan.


I am Vlaakith. Undying Queen of the noble githyanki. God Regent of the Six Arms of Tu'narath.


Adamantine. Bet we're near the forge. Wonder if I could melt that stuff...


Non fit injura!<br>v3


No more threats? I admit, I was hoping for -


Gela!


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


You need some support.


You could turn at any moment. I will protect my kin. Hta'zith!


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Rough. You've seen Avernus - nothing but rocks and evil pricks as far as the eye can see.


*This citizen is unconscious - and won't be waking up any time soon.*


Crescit eundo!


Mother Gith's only son has suffered long in his prison.


Displaying a drow corpse in the Underdark? Someone's trying to make a statement...


On my way.


Lay a finger on the master's treasures, and you will lose the entire hand.


Wise. I'll see you soon.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Dreadful child... sold him to a warlock... to save our shop...


Recovered <br>V2


Stay out of this. She is mine to purge.


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


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


What?! You... you <i>swine</i>.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Well... You were right every time. I almost wish you hadn't been, but you do know me...


A most wonderful home we will make here.


No matter. I built this place from nothing - I can always start anew once you've been dealt with.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Yeah, yeah. So get to it already.


Locked tight - there must be another way through.


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


The stink of that place might never wash out.


You should go get a drink before the party dies down.


But if you want the gift of eternity, I can certainly offer you that. One little bite is all it would take.


I can barely see!


Umbrae!


Hurt


You've a face on you that could turn milk, petal.


Well - it seems you were telling the truth.


Let the poison choke Nere and be done with it, I say.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Wish I knew. Not that my opinion matters.


Right. Time to clear off.


Good enough to tell there's nothing obviously wrong with you.


Destruction. The only thing it's good for. But destruction of what - well, I'm hoping Wulbren will be able to tell us.


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


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


Really? I thought - because of you and you know... I don't know, I thought maybe you just wanted to be with someone you could actually <i>be </i>with.


Go on, do your rounds. But if they hand you something purple, <i>don't</i> drink it - I think they got into Ethel's potions.


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


Wyll... is it... can it...


*Flood Tide is the Umberlant holy day celebrating the arrival of the winter storms with the sacrifice of a withered crone.*


Indeed? A risky bargain - but one I must accept.


*You realise your bag feels light.*


'The Cub and the Crow' - sounds like a cautionary tale. As it probably should.


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


Do not squander this.


A triumph most deserved. Well done.


That is <i>foul</i>.


*The magic you just consumed floods your body, dampening the necrotic power lurking within. You exhale in relief.*


Nocturnus!


Ready?


One that's happy to use his fangs, it seems.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


If captured, my people <i>will </i>make him talk. So I ask again: is he known to you?


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


*These Harpers are clearly enemies of the Absolute... they could be worthwhile allies. But defend the guide, and you may preserve your cover as a True Soul. *


You're standing in it, smart-arse. Or her innards, at least. She may not sit on water no more, but she'll always be my ship.


Victory v4


Fortunate for you, slaying monstrous fanatics is a pastime of ours.


Always.


Maybe if I squint?


You and your thinking. Always doing it, huh.


You are despised, Minthara.


Happy. <i>Happy.</i> Come! Present!


Must be a Continual Flame.


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Where do I know you from... Oh! The gazette! Yeah, I read that you were good people.


It is too sad, I am too late! The conditions were all set up for the perfect crime, and your precious knife-arm didn't take the bait!


How nice to be wanted.


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


Still, I am intrigued by the possibilities...


Yes... so much flesh. A <i>mountain</i> of it... Fine.


So, they are gathering. And in a state of suspended ceremorphosis.


Intactilis sum!


A little magic never hurt.


He thought I would dismember him but he has his uses so instead I am <i>reeducating </i>him.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


I wouldn't have to come down here if they hadn't shut the Heapside branch.


And away I go.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Is someone crying?


Yes. That is why I am smiling.


Come, Voss - I need you!


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


As an ally must.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


<i>Two - why would I? You have done well with the limited form you have, but you would do far better as an illithid.</i>


Well - whatever you're into.


I am the only one who can resist the Absolute's influence. Hence its fear of me, its <i>desperation</i>.


<i>Astute as ever.</i>


Ah! Then you'll need a vault pass.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


I wonder who - or <i>what</i> - those chains are for.


Simple inkwork, simple design. Hardly the pinnacle of metalcraft.


That was not what I expected to see today.


You can take the bloody chest.


Bones and blood everywhere. Hallmarks of torture.


Fog?!


Secrecy is everything for Shar's children. It's our code, our creed, our shield.


Gods, if you hadn't been here... well, it doesn't bear thinking about.


The ghaik isn't here. Tsk'va!


And who the hells are <i>you, </i>and <i>what</i> were you doing down there?


The myconids are trying to help, but I keep seeing my friends in Moonrise - screaming.


I cannot believe Mystra would truly sacrifice a mind such as Gale's in order to stop the Absolute... he has so much potential...


<i>Bring them my message, tell them my fate. Some will doubt, some will mock. But some will listen, and the spark will be lit.</i>


Even gods get left to rot in the dark.


It's broken, but not too badly.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


The fate of the city now rests with us.


But any others who travel with you may not agree. Do it for them at least - you will need all the help you can get out there.


If only you'd earned the right to lay at my side.


Well, it was stick around or curl up into a ball and cry - which is still on the cards.


Belongs to a Merregon, if I recall correctly. Hell's footsoldiers - I don't fancy meeting the commander.


Killing that giant oaf was the right thing to do. Even if it meant losing the Harper.


We're wasting time. Please, just let me do this.


<i>It was Ansur who found me, Ansur who pulled me from the brain's domination, Ansur who brought me home. </i>


Effort v3


That's my last one. Going home.


<i>Girtar'rac neh toruun </i>- 'One theft consumes all'. Protocol four-hundred-two.


<i>The Flaying Queen... An heir of Murder... Take our strength...</i>


Perfect? You try drinking an earth elemental's blood.


An ambitious enterprise. One I doubt Mystra will stand for.


You come for mine too, slaughter-kin. And I hunger for yours.


A mephit?!


Should have worn better boots.<br>


Pulso!


Look at that. May it keep you from the shades - not sure we can afford to lose an ally like you.


The blood of Selûne? I was expecting we'd find this Nightsong relic, not some sacrifice.


*A huge, polished disc looms before you. A mirror - one that was used to wrest your memories from you.*


We aren't expecting more of you. Where's Gekh? <i>Who are you?</i>


Heroes who rescue her prize painter, for example. Oskar Fevras, at your service.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


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


Is that... is that truly you...? I thought I might never see you again.


<i>We must end the Grand Design.</i>


You'll be free soon enough.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


I do. But I won't. I can't.


Hopefully he'll come 'round. Tell us something useful about getting through the shadows. Right now he seems to have little more to him than a refrain from some song or other.


Any orders?


<i>Pete Oculos</i>, Boo!


The editor will be in for a surprise tomorrow.


Too close for my liking - this entire place could have come down around me.


I'm many things, but coy's not one of them.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Free for the taking.<br>


Sure. Were you a cook in Elturel?


Karlach doesn't worry, she acts. So if Gale needs me, now's the time to tell me.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


Nothing a short-lived creature like yourself would understand.


The sign of Orpheus. Centuries gone, yet his influence stretches across the planes.


Oskar is mine. Mine. MINE.


'...but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny.'


An astral projection. Very clever. I'll stay on my toes around this one.


Bet you a million the Steel Watcher wouldn't let that happen.


I'm watching you, runt. One wrong move, and you're joinin' the others.


Hurt


*Your bodies and minds weave together in a masterpiece of intimacy. Never have you felt such wonder, such love - as vast as the universe itself, and just as heavenly.*


What's this... feeling of <i>power</i>?


Any one of them could be elevated to True Soul, should they accept the Absolute.


This gith slate looks like the other. Another story about the githyanki prince?


<i>See, Mr Needle, I first met the late Lord Gortash when I was a child...</i>


No. It is not 'yours'. To own something is to <i>know </i>it.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


A man called Xargrim stepped from the shadows. They argued until their words turned to screams. Xargrim summoned the spectator - and fled.


<b><i>The delusions are all yours, Gortash. You controlled me only for as long as I allowed you to. </i></b>


Let us see.


Haarlep... Incubus... sworn to Raphael.


He'll need help to survive those shadows. Only a fool would face them alone.


<i>In my name.</i>


I'm grateful for your help - your friendship. I hope we won't intrude on your hospitality too long, but I'm grateful for a safe place to... well, just to <i>be</i>.


Don't get too close, or Crimson here might decide you look <i>tasty</i>.


Well, you'd better knock some sense into that bloody thug, before I do.


I would rather fall on my blade than become a <i>ghaik</i>.


CoughIll<br>var 1


With folk like you on the broadsheet front pages, it's hard to make the case against public execution. Scum.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Hunting with vampires? Never thought I'd see the day.


Farewell.


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


Did you misplace it? I'll be here if you find it again - just shout.


She's worth talking to, at least.


Strangely, no. Once, a mere glimpse of her face would have been enough to turn my insides over, but not this time.


*You try to resist, but there's nothing you can do. Your body is riddled with the magic - you are his to control.*


I suppose I've faced worse.


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray. <br>


Whoa, Frenello, that's brilliant. Or stupid. One of those.


This encounter has left me a little confused.


...A terrible fate, to be born without a high-mind. It was the one gift the <i>ghaik</i> truly gave us.


The Nightsong is silenced. You have done well, Shadowheart.


Considering all that is at stake...


Without delay.


Hurt Critical


So, Karlach... What do you say?


<i>You will give the stones to me. I will assimilate Orpheus, and then I will be able to leave this Prism to face the brain.</i>


Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard. Tell me, should I genuflect or merely bow?


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Listen up.


Ahaha! Wonderful, just <i>wonderful. </i>


What?


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


Diminuo te!<br>v3


I mean - it's as plain as the nose on an ogre's face.


Shu'up! I'm not scared!


<i>Not again.</i> Ahem, I mean - of course!


Of course.


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


Enough. Where <i>is </i>she?


Peace? What peace? Haven't you heard there's an army marching towards the city?


<i>A little spat.</i>


You were lucky that Halsin knew this. His instincts are right.


Looks like a Magic Mouth spell. That voice probably belongs to someone long gone.


Don't say that. Say you found some way to fix me. That now Gortash is dead, I'll get my heart back.


Amidst the bloodstains... something else was spilled. Something pink.


Come on, up.<br>


That blasted thing better hope I don't catch it. I'll slice it in two, fancy hat and all.


The longer I stay here, the more the shadows will take from me.


Idle Peace 02<br>v3


Inexpugnabilis!


Well, that was invigorating.


The wyrm is on the warpath - get behind cover!


A rest... a potion... and all... will be well...


Bring me the letter - unopened, of course - and I'll happily compensate you for your troubles.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Closed Mouth Effort v3


<i>Hag. </i>


A voice... is that Shar herself, who speaks...?


More arses in chairs means more coin in my pouch. You've got yourself a deal.


Seems Voss was right - the psionic detector worked a treat.


We're hardly pushovers, but let's not pretend we can take on an entire army.<br>


Then let old Auntie Ethel have a look at you. First things first - tell me what's at you.


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


Present company excluded, of course. You can be murderous as you like.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


We can do nothing until we escape - <i>that </i>must be our priority.


*Avernus' powers still course through you. You will continue to use them to help those who can't help themselves.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


<i>Tsk'va! </i>Hurry - before they strike!


Need a little boost?


Salutations.


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


Dying Panic Fall


The Absolute.


Did I play games like this in my youth? Was I sweet once?


Impossible. I should slit your throat for speaking such blasphemy.


Prisoners...? Is this my final task for Lady Shar?


Moonrise Towers beckons. I've told you all I know, and now I'll join your camp to help you face whatever's to come.


The quakes are a clear warning. If nobody steps in soon, it'll free itself from the authority of the crown.


You know, I've always kind of hated this place. Such ado about a damned bridge.


Moving plates and symbols that match the dwarf's poem. Interesting.


Good try. But no.


Victory<br>


With what he cleared from our vaults, he's got enough gold to make himself a lord in truth.


Initiative v3


*Under the grime, you can see how pale he is. You can see the hunger in his eyes - in all of their eyes. Each one is an emaciated, starving vampire spawn.*


Might do. Don't know why the likes of you'd care though. Besides, helping her will do nothing for my purse.


The Crown is not my weakness - it is what made me what I am.


No. Not even a little bit.


I'm afraid my feet are firmly planted to the ground this evening.


It shall be done.


Wass holdin' up the game? Chicken ain't dead is it?


You bargained with this wretch? How <i>vexing.</i>


How about we see if they're useful before you give in to the killing urge.


I sense magic. But where?<br>


I'm afraid your piece hasn't gone to print yet, my sweet. Patience.


Best to stay clear, or be ready for a fight.


I have you.


This is where the toys from the barn were crafted. What a wicked little workshop.


Fog?!


If you see her, tell her that I'm training twice as hard. No, three times as hard!


No... I... lost her...


What has come over you?


I wasn't sure you would - I appreciate it.


'Lia didn't make it...' Gods, it doesn't sound real.


Feel that? A breeze. Something's down there.


The... Waning Moon...


Another letter from Orin.


Please say yes.


I do mean what I say - but I am also a Harper. In every honeyed word, there is a hook.


What?! Is it - ? No scratches, strings seem intact...


It vexes me to know of you.


Up, damn it!


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Holy one... baaaack.


We've been travelling with a vampire - one that feeds on his friends.


<i>But I will not be joining you. The city has no love for the likes of me.</i>


Good boy, Sparky! I'll sneak you some secret bacon at home.


In my name.


Word of advice? <i>Don't</i> open a tab here. I didn't pay for six tinsy months and suddenly it's 'work off your debt or lose a limb'. Not a bit of reason on them.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


So this chest contains a field of transformative Weave. Delightful. <br>


Rolan, please.


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


All right, I'm coming.


What have we here?


Just a pebble.


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Laughter


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


You really don't want to make me angry.


Caeco te!<br>v2


Which means, <i>technically</i>, you're far more easier to kill than a full-fledged vampire. How very fortunate for me.


Of course you came back! I never doubted you would.


Quite empty.


Lorroakan: you who would see me caged - you who would purchase my submission with profane gold!


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


I think it was six against two, and most of them were bigger than us, to boot. But you saw them off, all of them.


Eldath ease your wounds.


Buff


Let's just keep moving. I don't want to talk.


I don't... Oh, gods.


I will smile as her fevers sear me to my core. I will bask in her febrile radiance.


We were going to open a teahouse together in Baldur's Gate.


Nimble fingers; ill intent.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Et alibi!<br>v3


Commander's put me in charge. On your way, citizen.


<i>We hadn't seen him in so long. I knew he was an animal, but I underestimated him.</i>


I'll save you.


*Chitter.*


You yourself have no doubt experienced the prejudice of those who assume that, as beings of the Underdark, we are inherently evil.


A collapsed tunnel. Nasty way to be buried.


Ah, a glimpse of nature. Like a sip of water to parched lips, eh, Jaheira?


Heh. A scholar after my own heart.


Remarkably calm for a woman I planned to run through. I can appreciate that.


We need those gems. Of course.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


See for yourself!


Proof, clear as summer sky. It's over, Karlach. It's time you feel the sting of the Blade.


<i>Mortem amplecteris.</i>


Nothing's stopping you from taking a peek inside.


*Here lies anonymous. Whoever you were, we buried you with care.*


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


Then beat me. Take my head, leave me rotting. Death is already my fate.


One horn. The stink of Avernus. <i>Advocatus diaboli.</i>


Something's always catching us.


You can say that again. Weird turn after weird turn, with the occasional twist of luck on top. Someone out there's either looking out for us, or fucking with us.


You're wounded? The druid Halsin's a renowned healer, but he didn't make it back from Aradin's <i>expedition</i>.


It's so hard to think. I don't remember.


Seek the Inquisitor within. Step lightly, <i>istik</i> - he's not known for his lenience.


Will have to be more watchsome, next time.


My sword is yours. We will exterminate the brain and end its plague.


The abandoned plumage of some Baldurian bird or other. Whatever dropped these is long gone.


Willing and able.


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


Don't worry, High Harper. This place will still be here if Rion comes back. <i>When.</i>


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


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


Oh - hey! Here comes our food.


This ruin's dedicated to Selûne. What happened here...?


Over here!


*You see his mind racing through its options, finding only one. Against all his better judgement, it's you and your mind flayer.*


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Let's try to survive, hmm?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Gladly.


Arde!


The end is coming - do you feel it?


Onward. Let the words of Alaundo ring true.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


I do not hand out loans, if that is what you're asking. My business is <i>finance</i>.


Great. More trouble. You're dismissed.


I know what to do.


Fall by my hand.


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


Don't get blood on my clothes.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Heave ho!


We're turning on Nine-Fingers. She's been running this place into the ground for some time.


URgggh...


But we can't seal it up until we find Doni.


It is stand and <i>deliver</i>, little Fig. Though... I think I like yours better. You bellow like a true berserker!


Thank you. And thank you for what you did.


Now, I think it's time we moved on to lighter subjects, before we too are lost to the darkness. Was there anything else?


What kind of contraption is this?


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


I don't feel lucky. I feel... I feel like I'm at the end of my rope.


You understand the unending cycle. I know you'll embrace it when the time comes.


<i>To business, then. We have much to discuss... </i>


*Mystra, Mother of All Magic, is the patron of wizards, and often called upon by other spellcasters as well. She's said to be a jealous goddess.*


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


Well chosen. Battles are won with swords, not mind-games born of brain-worms.


Vlaakith guide me.


Just a little further.<br>


We're leaving for Baldur's Gate. And <i>we</i> will make it.


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


I hope that was worth it. Even the Absolute's armies couldn't hope to kill so many, so quickly.


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


A revolting display. Ho ho!


Power. Is that not what it is always about? Ketheric, Gortash, and now Viconia.


And you! Bite your tongue until your eyes water and your hairs curl!


Got ourselves competition already! I dunno what the hells you are, but that's our ship!


No, don't - please.


I see. In that case you'd better go get some rest. Wouldn't want your focus to slip.


Hot hot HOT!


Auch! My ears! Wait - why am I wet?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


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


Sob<br>var 1


Anything for a friend.


I wonder what brought an orthon to a place like this? We'll never find out now...


That was on purpose!


Still, though... I cannot help but wonder if there was more I could have done. Perhaps, Oak Father willing, I may yet have the chance some day...


That old woman was certainly memorable.


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


None as beautiful as me.


Stuff your belly, brother - the feast's begun!


The homowner's playing some dangerous games. These are no ordinary toys he's making.


As you say. <i>Ghil lu'nin!</i>


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


<i>Now we're down to one mind flayer.</i>


Caveat incantator!


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


I thought this assignment was going to be dull. No such luck.


This shape feels deliberate, like it might have some sort of purpose.


*Much is uncertain, but you know one thing for sure: the darkness will strike again, unless you find a light.*


Hurry, then. I will meet you there.


These symbols are nonsense to me... so why can I read them?


Barrelstalks, full of poison - and under myconid control, no doubt.


If I could cast Wish right now, you'd be an ant forever.


They are here.


<i>Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!</i>


Th-then why?


Captain Grisly is dead. My only comfort is that you offed her killer - a godsdamned hag, of all things.


You remind me of her.


Really - back to the beginning? Vlaakith, grant me patience...


Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gale, certainly.


Yeah, yeah - you're right. You're a real True Soul. I felt it.


An empty notch. Time to find what fits it.


Pity. It must be worth reading if it's kept so secure.


Better than nothing.


These flowers are quite vivid - not to mention, pungent. Not to my liking.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Ververo!


But the weapon is the <i>solution</i>. I have heard it directly from Queen Vlaakith herself.


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


He must wield some kind of divine power - or perhaps demonic. Moonmaiden, help me! Not another.


Perhaps later shall be too late. I would urge you to reconsider, lest the opportunity prove to be a fleeting one.


That symbol on the collar... Gale, is this one yours?


Voco vineae!


I can't help you. Ask someone who still works here.


Deep breaths, laddie. You'll be right in no time.