Perhaps you could help me, then? I may not be welcome there, but surely a person with your charm and worldliness could get into the crèche.


Fine. I'll pull in some debts with the other Guild kingpins - I can cover maybe half of what's lost.


Obedi me!


Githyanki armour. Not much left of the occupant - one of the original raiding party, I'd guess.


They'd be dead in a fair fight. Crusher would've torn our their tongues.


You are, after all, the star of the next Baldur's Mouth Gazette.


So we must save the drow first, then sever his head after... Pleasantries like that make me quite homesick.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


While I wish Minsc had seen reason at the Guildhall, even so...


Of course you're stuck.


A vigilante, eh? But you definitely have your head screwed on straight - a rarity these days.


I suppose you do not.


<i>My queen.</i>


*Your mind is that of corrupt alderman, eager to forget his transgressions. You feel them fade away... but your faith in the goddess Selûne is devoured along with them.*<br>


May you wield the darkness well.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


Half rust - whoever owned those weapons has been gone for some time.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Let's dash for the exit, lest we suffer the full extent of Vlaakith's fury.


Let's turn the tables.


Yes!


Macte virtute!<br>v3


The Inquisitor might have still have helped us. He might have yet led us to our cleansing.


I've got just the thing.


*Your mind swirls with information about the prison: the small levers behind the Warden's desk open every cell, while the larger one triggers the alarm.*


Invoco te<br>v3


You'll never be the same.


Yes! That's - yes!


Some bloody help.


I know.


*A mystical map glows before you, revealing a githyanki refuge within a temple at the mountain pass - <i>a crèche</i>.*


Come on, dig! Faster! Get her out of there!


A True Soul, eh? Yer in good company.


An' we got what we needed. Ya weren't 'alf bad, for an elf. Drow'll be happy when she hears it.<br>


The way is clear. Time to see what awaits.


<i>We must get through - by any means necessary.</i>


We should be able to proceed now - the trials are all complete. Lady Shar's final task is near.


Leave them alone.


Our closest ally will accompany me - won't you? It will be a swift and fruitful chore.


More for me, then. Now, what can I do for you?


*Your kinsfolk are found everywhere, aren't they? It doesn't narrow much down.*


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


And so are we.


Quite a view - if not exactly a peaceful one.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Well, that was... interesting.


Githyanki scholars study <i>ghaik</i> devices closely. They even incorporate their findings into our own machines and magic.


Won't budge.


---impossible--
--DENIAL--
   ---hubris-


Well praying didn't help...


Did you hear about the scarecrow who lost a fight?


B-Brian had instructions, but... the g-goblins got him. They - they said they'd e-eat him...


Time to wake up.


<i>Please</i>, lady! Strong emotions can mess up the settling of the humours!


Intelligenti pauca!


LEAVE AKABI BE. HE IS WATCHING <i>THE</i> DRIBBLES' BEST PERFORMANCE.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Oh how I long to slit his poxy smile from ear to ear. But I can't touch him. He bound my blade when we first conspired.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


What else does Orin have to say?


Thanks to you. If I hadn't run into you in that mushroom field, my old bag Derryth would've had me at her beck and call to this day.


Where <i>is </i>Rolan? He must be all right - he must.


Kick her bloody head in!


And if that fails, then there's always killing them quietly.


What matters to you is but a grain of sand lost at the bottom of the deepest, darkest sea.


Minsc and Boo have watched you for some time, and one thing has become clear:


I kinda like that mouldy water smell.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


I could wish you'd shown some restraint, but I doubt she'd have returned it.


Dying Burning<br>v2


You monster!


A mailed fist, for all your punching needs.


Thank you.


Hells, I felt almost <i>nothing </i>- the flow of the Weave was barely a trickle. There must be another solution.


Don't worry. I'll free you.


A fine day for murder!


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Interesting bottle. Looks expensive.<br>


*Disbelief and resentment rise within you, only to be stopped at your mouth. The wyrm has claimed you, and speaks through you.*


Canto te!<br>v2


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


Hurt Critical<br>var2


She asked me my name. I can't remember what I said. I can't remember anything before those woods. All I know is she saved my life, and gave me a new home. With Lady Shar.


Retraction acknowledged.


Oh, another githyanki disc? I should see Lae'zel - it's story time.


Take my bonehorn. One blow, and the ground will quake with my family name.


<i>You know this is not the place!</i>


She's playing with us. But what the hells is her game?


*There's no talking your way out of this. You'll have to defend your actions the old-fashioned way.*


What if I lose again? I have to train harder.


You could curdle worg-milk with that ugly mug.


Hmm. Looks like 'Flumph Mating Rituals' has revealed its true colours.


I suppose. I'm not sure what I expected, really. This is all a little new.


Instead, I propose a renewal. What say you?


Always empty.


My entire clutch battled beholders within the Eye of the Sky's tunnels.


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


Report this to Investigator Valeria in Sharess' Caress. It's only right they know.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


You live your life, and I shall live mine... but forgive me the odd hopeful glance towards the horizon, in search for you.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Well, grudges don't buy bread, and I gotta eat. Speaking of which, wanna trade?


Finally.


<i>Yes. But for how long?</i>


You'll tell me, right?


Take my hand!


*In years past you brought this man low - foiled his plot to become a <i>god</i>. Now you stand before him, once again. Sarevok Anchev.*


We need your strength to survive what is coming. I vow that you will have mine for as long as you can draw on it.


But thou art as much a hero in this tale as he.


Ugh. There's <i>blood </i>on these cards.


Aw. As you wish.


That was tough, this can't have been used in a while.


Let 'em clear the rubble. Then you'll get what's coming to you.<br>


'Make up for it'? How the bloody hells -


Mummy?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


There is nothing more to be done here. High time we left.


Redcaps. They certainly made a mess here...


Careful who it is you turn your ire on. I will not stand by while you attack allies.


Truly? Perhaps they've improved his manner.


Nothing but dirt.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


I feared so. A calamity.


Red people. Blood people.


If you'll forgive me, my friend - you have the stink of fey about you.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Hook horror. Wonderful.


Blood, tracks, broken shackles... The story of an escape told in tell-tale paraphernalia.


Pass phrase at the door is 'little serpent, long shadow'. I'll tell my associates to expect you.


I hope we chose the right ally.


Never mind. Glad you're all right in any case. Nice forge you've got here.


I don't know what that means.


Trap! Be cautious.


An amulet of some power. Gale might see its true potential.


Something's waiting up ahead.


Be you the hero, answer true:
Are you worthy?


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


Grant me patience...


*Entering her mind is like boarding a sinking ship. The architecture of her consciousness buckles and collapses. Thoughts yield to a flood of overwhelming power - <i>the elder brain</i>.*


Can't I just break it.


Mistress needed his body parts... for her art...


Wouldn't linger down here, I were you - see all that smokepowder?


Good luck, soldier. At the rate you're going, you're going to need it.


You 'ere to see Priestess Gut, Boss Ragzlin, or the drow?


*You realise that the weapon Voss speaks of is the gith artefact you carry. You must keep it from him, just as you must keep it from the Absolute.*


A victory is a victory. Our heads are intact - and that's worth celebrating.


Saving the city we love, for one. And for me, trying to live up to the standard you set.


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


Not your average chest.  Whatever's inside is worth a peek, I'd say.


<i>Damn.</i>


The one nice thing about being trapped in the inexorable grind of time is you've always got something to look forward to.


You've bought yourself some Zhentish steel. Only fair that you get to see it in action.


Well, uh, in that case...


Dying Burning<br>v4


And yet it's that statue that commands all attention.


Dying Deep Exhale


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


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


It vexes me to know of you.


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


Mors certa!<br>v3


You are not bound by social niceties, I see. I like that. Perhaps I can show you just how much, another time.


Keen eye. But if it's supplies you seek, weapons to aid in our fight - you won't find them behind that door.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Minthara has broken. Find another to break - and let me be witness.


Te occludo oculos!


That disc is the way forward. I should see where it takes me.


*Then you can begin restoring the people's trust in their leaders.*


Ketheric himself was entombed there for decades. An undying man, sealed in darkness with the bones of his ancestors.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


You will die for me, won't you?


Now that's... dedication?


What are you - help!


Words must be shared.


Look at that.


And she will be grateful for it. I'm sure. Your friendship is a blessing for anyone, though I'm glad our bond is becoming something more.


Delighted.


Thou inglorious hog.


The master did not mention you.


Hm.


The dragonborn was Kled's friend. Why - why would he hurt Lady Mayrina?


Effort v7


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


Up! The! Absolute's! Arse!


Right, go on then - fat bird's yours. Don't need the hassle.


'Til I say you can move.


You would use a child as your shield? No more.


Waterdeep - the forces of the Absolute could threaten even the City of Splendors if they were to reach it.


What's... what's wrong, Jara?


Don't apologise. You must not deny your heart's desire. I would not want you to.


My friend...? MY FRIEND! Now is no time for the napping!


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


Attack<br>var 2


Good luck out there. And if things start to go bad - remember the oath you swore.


Yes! You felt that one, didn't you?


Te absolvo!


The stink of that place might never wash out.


Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.


Victory v4


Move along, saer. Don't step in the bodily fluids.


Intelligenti pauca!


Oh, we're <i>well</i> past that I'm afraid. She's mad - dangerous. And I couldn't call myself Captain if I let it continue.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Minsc does not have the words. But Boo has warmth, if Wyll will let him share it a while.


They're a useless bunch of mongrels. You're welcome to them!


It's decided. Let's go.


VO_SFX: Gasp before exploding


Ellie May - I think I read that name on a tombstone.


Glad they got those sea devils cleaned up. Just hope that's the last of them.


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


Another Zethino fan? Aren't you just the sweetest thing.


We need backup. The alarm!


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


They'll just keep coming until that portal is gone - where is Halsin?!


*It's hard to say if this sorry soul's demise should be mourned or celebrated, as a release from whatever torment they were forced to endure.*


I regret this already.


Just as well, perhaps. Beat anything for long enough and it'll snap.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


You defy me... You defy the Absolute! Traitor!


Happy?! Now is a weird time for happy, but I am <i>joyous</i>!


Need to press onward.


One with such base manners as you is certainly unwelcome in my Liege's home.


No no NO NO NO! He didn't. He didn't... Filthy, pig-mouthed little LIAR!


<i>And</i> you can call the 'Maid your own. The old girl is as much your home as she is mine - and I'll gut anyone who says otherwise.


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


Ocior!


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


Oh. Oh. That hurts, you know?


Thank you - that means a lot. I wanted to tell you first because, well, you inspired me to do it.


More vile idolatry. Makes my stomach turn.


Still in control. Just.


Tsk'va. By Gith's honour, what was that?


'Annihilate'.


That was so scary. Oh my gods.


Urgh! Why is this so difficult? I'd have already bedded you twice if you were <i>normal</i>.


Her doctrine is more than just a personal opinion - it forms the very essence of wizardry. I'm in no rush to discard it.


Quiet, Oskar. That isn't helping.


Yes, yes - on my way.<br>


Hopefully it comes no closer.


Fools. Little surprise they perished.


Neither the Zhentarim or the Guild are capable of running this city as they should.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


As if you'd know the first thing about the master's plans. He's going to give us freedom - he's going to give us power.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Zhentarim in charge? We might have been better off with the Stone Lord.


The real killer's name was Dolor? Shame we have no hard proof of that.


Efferve!


I snatched you from the jaws of death and gave you eternity, for hells' sake. I saved you!


Intactilis sum!


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


Done. <i>Destroyed.</i>


Thy wheel of Fate turns ever to the dark.


*Ravengard's head still aches so powerfully, the pain seeps into you. The Absolute may be silenced, but the duke's parasite still remains.*


Thy hunger denied. Selûne's faithful yet shines. The balance shifts.


Your boldness is a blessing - I'm in your debt.


No, I'll stay. I'd rather know exactly what you're up to.


Flowers blooming in shadow. This is the sign Halsin mentioned.


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


Don't fret about what you do and do not understand - General Thorm will tell you whatever you need to know. He is ready to see you.


Maybe we should go.


I'll take that.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


Nina fled these grounds in tears. What should be a place of comfort and safety has been <i>ruined</i> by your malevolence.


Careful, vamp.


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


You are outmatched. An inglorious bloodletting awaits.


Raphael has a portal to Neverwinter. Imagine what tricks he must get up to there.


Best get going.<br>


There's a magic ward on these items.  Cut off the source, and everything's for the taking.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


How can I help you?


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


Drunk <br>V2


You're humouring me again, aren't you? Oh well... back to the Naabing board.


Exactly right. Not all humans can grasp bird ethics, you should be proud.


Forget I was ever here - but remember what I said. See you around, maybe.


Victory v4


*The wolf's fur bristles. He wants to jump, wants to <i>bite</i>.*


I remember hands. Why do I remember <i>having hands?</i>


Child of slaughter. I come to give you your inheritance.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Easy, now.


Ira et dolor!


Tempting. But I think we might already have the maximum number of theatrical titles.


Demento te!<br>v2


I heard stories about you. How you all live underground and steal kids away.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


HAH! By all means, Sharran. Decide.


Lord Bhaal spoke to the Chosen... I heard it myself...


He is bound to me, as I am bound to him. His freedom was never yours to decide.


Show me where it stings, little one.


That vile craven Arfu is planting explosives in toys meant for refugee children.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Esurio!


Haha! Please. We've waited long enough, I think.


You were lucky I was there to save you once again.


I don't know what you're talking about. I suspect <i>you </i>don't know what you're talking about.


I can't say for certain, but we'll see it come to pass long before this place recedes behind us. Don't worry - all is at hand. We can depart whenever you're ready.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Stop that.


Shirra - that's the spirit in the amulet's granddaughter. I need to break the bad news to him.


Blessin's be!


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


The stuff of nightmares, and no concern of yours. It is enough that Vlaakith hunts <i>me</i> for my knowledge - it is best you remain in the dark else she will hunt you too.


Another walks in Bhaal's bloody footsteps. It seems your warnings were not heeded, <i>'heroes' </i>of Baldur's Gate.


Et alibi!<br>v2


But carnage such as this... The shadow within is spreading like poison, corrupting kindness and compassion.


Bet you need a hand.<br>


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


<i>Monstrous.</i>


That's neither here nor there.


Huh?


This will do.


The portfolio of murder passes into your hands. Do it justice. Enact slaughter befitting a <i>god</i>.


Then move. Let someone else have a go.


I'll take that.


Looks like these people were trying to hide in the tunnels here. <br>


'S got wings. Reckon it can fly?


Weak


<i>Yes! You've come to save us from this place, from this place you'll free us!</i>


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


I'll piss on your grave!


If it is, then your own death may be the only cure.


Of course, of course. I was just... practising an incantation.


Is that what a mind flayer looks like on the inside? As if the outside wasn't disturbing enough.


Oh - and a word of advice. Don't try to sell it down here - I've already tried, and they aren't interested.


--firestormer--
     -ground-razer---
--MINE--


Yes, you have. But I want more than your support. I want your heart.


Yeah, yeah.


The <i>stench</i>. I wonder how many pilgrimages to Moonrise ended down here.


Attack<br>var 2


By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gale?


Thanks for freeing me so quickly. No idea what those Bhaalist berks had planned with me, but those chains were starting to chafe.


*Your guts cramp, your stomach churns, and your nerves burn with a pain that would almost be pleasurable were it not so savage.*


The shadows are blocking me. I need to get rid of them - somehow.


It's my back. My skin. My business.


This won't be the last of them.


...Until you weren't. Do you think it was but a brief lapse? A moment of madness? No. I think you finally listened to your heart.


Well, they worked on you last time, didn't they?


Watch your step. Someone's laid out the unwelcome mat.


I hope it won't come to that. But if it does, I'm ready.


Cutting to the chase.


Let's not get into another scrape, shall we? Still catching my breath after the last one.


Halsin will come, won't he? Seems like he's the key to all of this.


I was given powerful magic to consume when I needed it most.


And you fell for it. You clearly don't have the intellect to pose a threat... but you did  manage to kill a spectator.


It's full.


Excuses. You didn't even try. You just <i>ran</i>.


All I need's a way out of this hellhole.


Listen, uh, I got me some business over on the other side of yonder mountain. See you never, yeah?


How do you pass through the city streets without exciting opprobrium?


Just nosing out the facts. Something happened here, and it's my job - my calling - to discover what.


And I thought <i>myself</i> the pragmatist. No, Gale - better to die for the right choice than live with the wrong one.


This'll be mean.


That drow's nose was as crooked as you carved, my darling. He was simply in denial.


This needs to end, one way or another.


*The flames cool, dispelled as the image you know emerges again: nature's sublime majesty.*


Tough hitter like you might last there. Maybe.


*Whoever this dream figure, one thing is clear: Vlaakith would sacrifice her own faithful to slay him.*


Another shrine to another god.


<i>Words easier said than lived by.</i>


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


A fine painting. Should be worth its weight in gold.


Huh?


<i>This is the Netherbrain's stem. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.</i>


Thy infernal engine is sated, stilled by the illithid form that thou now callest thine own. Yet its power burns within thee still.


Unworthy of dark cloak! Unworthy of dark fur! <i>Unworthy!</i>


I won't give in.


Dirty work's the only kind I like. Gets even messier the more bodies you throw at it. Think of the potential.


You sacrificed the Nightsong to Ketheric. How proud you must feel. Shadowheart.


And away I go.


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Now - that wasn't so bad, was it?


I knew you'd be back! You're definitely the type to enjoy a nasty bit of news aren't you? You've got that glint in your eye.


You're new. Cazador never kept guard dogs before.


Such childishness does not become allies.


But the desperate one who would love such a pathetic man must hunger for greater delights, deep down.


The purest of your rulers. But you are nothing like him. You are tainted.


Victory v4


If you're going to just stand there and stare, at least let me go ahead with the trial.


To watch a woman flush with pleasure is one of nature's sweetest gifts... though perhaps you will prove even sweeter, Shadowheart...


If I die down here, destroy my corpse.


When I speak, you listen.<br>


Back to the shadows. After him, <i>ra'stil</i> - we need to see this through.


Recovered <br>V2


Should step in before it gets worse.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


I don't know who you are, but you're coming with me. The Commander will want a word.


I have just the thing.


I have not met a <i>ch'r'ai</i> of this rank before. He will still aid us, right?


I could remind you that you sought me, not vice versa. But you remember that surely. Have a good day.


I'm Isobel. And you're... meant to save us all, I believe?


That mural... they look like Dark Justiciars.


Last night was... an experience. But I don't think you've changed quite as much as some might think. I'd recognise that vigour anywhere.


Alas - I am in the middle of a shift. And I can't afford to get fired <i>just </i>yet.


You got friends or family in the city?


We could conjecture all night. I suppose the 'why' doesn't matter so much as the 'what next'.


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


The city is like a forest with an overgrown canopy. Light and nourishment cannot penetrate to those who need it the most...


Closed Mouth Effort v5


If you are so eager to be dead again, Minsc will make it so!


What in the Nine Hells did I just watch?


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


It's decided. Let's go.


Oh, I don't need a drink. Thank you.


The air here is thin - we should not waste breath on idle words.


It senses something, doesn't it? I'll keep my guard up.


Invoco te!


Oi! We ain't said you pass - <i>you don't pass.</i>


My gods! Is that Fytz?!


Open the gate, you stubborn bastard!


Yes... yes, you're right. That's it.


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


That was a rather unimpressive display of pettiness, if you ask me.


Must be tired from all that running around.


How fortunate for <i>you</i> that I am a reasonable woman.


It was Bhaalspawn who threatened the Coast, and Bhaalspawn who saved it. It is possible to go on a live a life outside your father's shadow.


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Hmph - the famous Blade of Frontiers. Clever, this hero act you've got going.


You - you <i>freed</i> the Nightsong?


*A giant stalk of flesh rests before you, fibrous tendrils snaking up and away into darkness. It pulses like a living, breathing thing.*


You're in well with the boss - don't squander it.


Luck's been on our side this far. No reason to think it'll run out now.


You test Lord Gortash's patience. Return with Orin's Netherstone, or do not return at all.


His life may, however.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


My favourite kind: ambition.


The key can be taken now. Looks like the sort used at the Counting House.


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


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


Diminuo te!


They <i>will</i> die if they stay.


Then you'd be very stupid indeed.


It shall come to pass. As sure as night shall fall.<br>


With glee.


Always room for more.


Can't blame anyone for reacting with fear - but it might do to keep our condition on a need-to-know basis.


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


Hells. Only a monster would inflict misery and call it medicine.


Do not make a habit of this.


Speak. My ear is yours.


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


This must be where the Harper's stockpile is hidden. I should look around.


Mutilate them.


There goes half my customers. But you'll make up the difference, right?


Funny thing.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Then you reignited my fires. When I'm at your side, I want for nothing.


Makes whatever's ahead even <i>more</i> intriguing.


Get <i>away</i>.


We cannot survive this much longer. Dominate the brain, now!


Frange! v2


Dying Burning<br>v5


How long does it take to untie a boat?


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


Gorging on food and drink before killing in honour of Shar - disgusting.


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


I dare not name it, newfound friend. The faintest touch could spell my end.


Or I'll kick yer head in, horn-face.


Silence, spawn. Our undeaths are not to be admired. They are a punishment for our failures.


That disc looks like it can move - a way forward?


*It's a heretical tale. Your <i>varsh</i> taught that Orpheus died at Voss' hands, and for good reason. He would have usurped the throne and weakened the empire.*


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


We caught a Gondian on the lower levels trying to smuggle a message out.


I'm sure.


Half rust - whoever owned those weapons has been gone for some time.


These items are guarded by magic. Perhaps if the source is found, the wards can be disrupted...


Nature can provide for the cub. Perhaps it'll live.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


He is... clan. Summoned in place of the friends that I lost.


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


Fresh orders?


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Pallida mors!<br>v3


This will do. Get in the water.


A pleasure. My name's Ripper - put in a good word for me at Moonrise, yeah?


The forge is not working as it should. I must be missing some crucial ingredient.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Have I been this way before?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


If Cazador turned the victims we brought him to spawn, he'll have done the same to the children. With glee, I imagine.


Here, make your fella draw me something.


*Behind the exhaustion, starvation, and fear - recognition stirs in her eyes, and with it - hope.*


At once.<br>


Voss, to battle!


Resisto mortem!


*The cub looks at you with glistening eyes. With a sad hoot, he holds out his paw, revealing a wound.*


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


((*please... I cannot leave the Underdark...*))


See you in the morning.


You are an enemy of the people. You will be executed.


Please, enter. The Mapping of the Heart requires utmost privacy. It will begin as soon as you are seated.


<i>I'm slipping. I can't hang on. I... what's happening?!</i>


See? The slightly creepy eavesdropper agrees with me.


A well-guarded treasure. Looks <i>powerful</i>.


Attack Critical<br>var2


*It simply watches you.*


<i>The Crown lies ahead - we must dominate it. We must cast the spell again.</i>


*Grunt.*


Then let's find him. Time is short.


That skull is massive! A ghargatula, maybe. Horrendous beasts, as tall as they are  ferocious.


Arabella's father. I recognise him from the grove - just about.


They don't know what they are - not yet. Unless we taught them to be something else...


We love each other, don't we?


Be brief.


I will take it all.


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


So this was their victim? <i>Chk. </i>I'd sooner the <i>yanki</i> release their aggressions on each other.


*You've always been curious about Menzoberranzan - perhaps that would be a good place to start. And after that, Cormyr, or even the Feywild.*


Perhaps its for the best. Freeing them could have unleashed chaos, and the thought of killing them is more than I could stomach.


Some of our people are missing - more importantly, so is their cargo.


The Absolute owns my mind. I cannot remember a time when her voice did not fill it. Except tonight... tonight the Absolute was silent.


Let's fix you up, my love.


I'll - erm - I'll look for her. I think she'll probably come soon.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Ah - you startled me. I was lost in my own world.


And now you've come here to murder me.


Crone...?


No, we're not censoring the Mouth - we're simply doing a routine inspection. And no, I cannot sell you a copy.


Locked. Pity.


That orb - it's a scrying eye. Someone's watching.


Damn this fog.


*Her breath catches; you notice a barely-perceptible shudder run through her body.*


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


There, in the undergrowth - unfriendly faces. Be ready.


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


Don't get used to it. One taste of regal power might have you craving more.


...did...


Hah. You're a good sport.


Breathe easy. I'm coming.


Are you... well? You have a rather vacant, tadpole-finally-ate-my-brain look about you.


The Archdruid at the time spoke to us all, inspiring our courage... he was a fine leader.


I... hmm... oh! I seem to have forgotten myself, there.


Out of sight, out of mind.<br>


Poor Shadowheart. In life, she turned from darkness. Yet in the end, darkness reclaimed her.


Or that they bring better visions once they've been left to dry for a tenday.


Machine made them hostile.


Hm...


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Hey!


A fair point - perhaps this one could assist us.


Are you blackmailing me?


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


For her sake, we should not. And besides, celebrations can come later - our fight is not over yet.


Need a little boost?


You child. You imprudent wretch. I always knew you were good for nothing - that's why I gave you to Zariel without a second thought.


I am not. Myrkul and I walk very different paths.


Onward, then.<br>


Interesting jewellery. Certainly not from around here.


The darkness here reminds me of home - so does the danger. Be on your guard.


I'm on my way.


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


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


I still can't believe you cleared the roads. Expect I won't until the city gates swing shut behind us.


Diminue!


Attack Critical<br>


This gal's tryin' to poison us! Kill her!


Oh, um, she's very busy. I think she's made new f-friends in the city.


Initiative v1


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


By blood and brand, the Absolute conquers!


Wise counsel. When the temptation calls, keep silent - or suffer.


Orin. Orin the Red.


So? What led to this decision?


Unmaking what you made me.


Don't say that. When I think of what would have happened if Cal and Lia weren't there...


You might have knocked it <i>out</i>. But a good thing you did - he's more like his old self again.


All is ash and meat!


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


Voco potentia!


Why does Dolor get all the finest weapons?


A re-enactment of Abazigal's death. The only dragon born of Bhaal's line, but he died the same as the rest of them.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


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


New beginning... new order...


Enough... to keep... survivors... from leaving...


I tell you now - you'll be seeing bloody double when I'm done with you.


The drow with the hook horrors - he was searching for this Adamantine Forge too.


Hmm, some strange grooves by the statues... I wonder if they can be moved?<br>


A place of healing. We might stand to plunder a few tonics, at the very least.


Hero? You think they will sing songs of the blood-drinking saviour? The one who lurks in the shadows?


If you will not be swayed, I will thank you - and go to find Jaheira. <i>She</i> knows the value of a hamster at hand.


Release me at once!


You belong to Bhaal. He manifests within you. And you are a truer vessel of his cruelty than even the Slayer could be.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


This won't be quick - that hyena's run off for help.


You'd have to be a fool to pick a fight with that lot. Best to keep away for now...


Well, paladin - what say you?


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Looks like you might actually finish what we couldn't. I'm impressed.


A sticky situation.


I'm not sure what this is, but I am very sure it's not good.


When we next enter the Astral Prism, we will use it to smash Prince Orpheus out of his prison, and then tear his vile head from his body.


This will do.


I would have told you, but didn't dream of interrupting when you were enjoying yourself so!


Now you've spoken to the big man, good to see you. Never thought I'd meet you again - let alone fight on the same side.


Hey, where's Shadowheart? I was looking forward to annoying her today.


Boo, I think that ox is staring. Do you perhaps owe him some coin?


This is my <i>home</i>! I may pride myself on my philanthropy, but I draw the line at being a halfway house.


I just do.


Effort v4


There's figures hiding in the foliage - might be a trap.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>Baretha - split her skull. If she carries the weapon, see to its safety. I must fly to Vlaakith.


I might just hold you to that.


That's a Harper's rune! Very exciting. Must be a cache nearby.


*But was it truly <i>nothing?  </i>The pain gripped you tight, robbing you of all composure for a moment...*


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Of course. Give me your hand.


SmileClosed<br>var 5


*The tadpole is a death sentence, and the clock is ticking. You need a cure.*


That note mentioned a swamp-tree. This could be the one.


You listening?


Macesce!


Who's the stubborn one now?


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


That blacksmith was <i>paying </i>me to use the clamping vice!


A list of names with some crossed off. Odd...


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


Te exsecror!


Oh yeah.


Good. It is only Her mercy that keeps us safe in the darkness.


Hey, you!


*Nere sifts through your memories - and a new presence clouds your mind. The duergar elder.*


Ah, another. Thy name has been recorded.


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


When next we meet, no words will cross Dame Aylin's lips, but her sword will find your flesh and make of it her sheath.


Oh - run crying back to my patron I expect. My <i>betrothed</i>, I should say.


<i>Extracting the larva would kill you. Immediately.</i>


But now that I'm free of him, now that I have a choice, I will do whatever it takes to fight. I'll pay any price to undo what he did to me.


Well. I think it's safe to say we made quite an impact on that monastery.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Time and again, your plight reinforces my decision not to pursue the path of a warlock.


The final word is yours.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Tch. Doesn't it ever get lonely? Up on that high horse of yours?


True thoughts, meaning there are... <i>untrue</i> thoughts? As if someone would think one thing, but say another?


If we need rest, the beds here might prove sufficient.


*Your words fail to be convincing.*


Our queen's command was clear. The weapon <i>must</i> be restored.


*As the night dances on, he <i>ravages </i>you.*


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


*You wonder if it could hear these thoughts - if it knows you're planning a rebellion.*


Mutatis mutandis!


Let me think... Why are you really here?


To the inquisitor. He will lead us to the cleansing <i>zaith'isk</i>.


Onward then. We'll speak soon, I'm sure.


Canto te!


Trust me, I'll guard it with my life. Let's keep going.


<i>From blood we came... To blood we shall return! </i>


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


That might be worth a look.


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


I - I'm sorry. We were too late. Cazador had already turned them.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


*Growl.*


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Effort v12


All the lordling's pretty plans, bleeding out in the gutters. And soon your crimson will join his.


Mors certa!


Whoever's reaching out to us truly does seem opposed to the Absolute - but wants us to embrace the tadpole? Venture right into the heart of the cult?


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


The hag's doing. It has to be.


Ah... <i>lil alurl velve zhah lil velkyn uss...</i>


Keep strong,  my friend.


And you're a grey dwarf. Never thought I'd meet a decent one, but here you stand.


Vlaakith has reigned unchallenged for millennia. Freeing Orpheus could be the first strike in a new war - as well as its last.


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


Good team, us.


First in my heart.


Consider your position. You are about to forfeit what reputation you have left. No contracts. No fame. No power. You'll be a streak of excrement even lemures will slither away from.


Left the city. All I know is there was some to-do, here - fighting, people say.


Seems to be stuck.


The hunter stalks his prey. The hamster waits for the fun to start.


You! Zarys may have welcomed you, but I can see you're not one of her thugs.<br>


There we are. It wouldn't do to fight in front of our guest.


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


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


You really want to be a god.


Die, and serve again.


Oh my gods. I'm gonna faint!


What a ride, eh Cap? You were magnificent.


They wander away from the light, Majesty.


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


But of course, the choice is yours. I just hope you find a cure out there.


That can wait.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Yeah! Hit its head! I wanna hear more noises!


He's back! You brought him back!


Hey what the  - there's something in my pocket.


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


Not much of a god after all. Whatever power he had, it died with those creatures.


Kagha... poor child. The grove will be a dimmer place without her potential.


*You detect the slightest hint of sorrow behind Wyll's words. His diabolical patron and the torturous fate that awaits him are never far from his mind.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


No, of course. Not enough blood letting for your taste, I imagine.


Stay with me.


Is it me, or is the ground here particularly sticky? Almost as if...


((*death-doer - the Grotto may sustain but one Sovereign. in the Age of Glut...*))


Heads!


My faith will protect me.


For his sake, I hope it was a moment of temporary insanity.


Thank you - for saving me. And the two idiots.


Be welcome in this house. I wait for your commands.


I've never seen gems like these before. They must be fake, surely?


I'd love to know the full story.


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


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


And you're hardly bland. Your scent alone is enough to make my neck sweat and my hairs stand on end.


Should steel myself first.


By rights, yes. Unfortunately, though, people's fears and hatreds are not so logical. They'd cheer as they burned their saviour on a pyre. I won't stand by and let that happen.


Pretty spectacular stuff. But he's right not to do her bidding, no questions asked.


Voss! I call on your might!


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


The Absolute's armies are on the march - and Baldur's Gate is their target.


I mourn the man I knew. He was... wonderful.


She deserved better than that.


And none believe quite so hard as those who have given themselves no other choice.


Shameful to be killed by your own son. That honour should fall to a daughter.


An egg. You murdered a defenceless egg!


*Your spell was noticed. You suspect the grown-ups will have something to say about it. Here they come now...*


Thank goodness - I was almost worried.


Ooh - that one's feisty. Thrinn's gonna knock the snot right out of her.


Myconids. That explains the voices.


Hear that? The psionic detector. There are githyanki close by.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


<i>Chk. </i>The Inquisitor may guide us. Do <i>not</i> provoke him.


You've tormented me enough - leave me.


A strange easel. There's some kind of mechanism attached.


So naive for one with such cunning. Do you think it's Gortash speaking to you?


Impero te!<br>v3


As you wish.


Though no ballads are ever writ. His guests he welcometh to his home, his consort locketh the door.


Deadlier than ever.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it.


You remind me of her somewhat. You share her pragmatic streak.


And you saw this boy yourself? That can't be a coincidence - but we need to be sure.


... beneath tavern... need password...


Yes, you are right. He is one sort I would rather seal away forever, to prevent his rot from causing any further harm.


Sword-carrying scribes... What was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection?


I await the arrival of my next kill.


Gently does it.


I fell for a hag's lies once, and in my arrogance was sure it would never happen again.


What will <i>this </i>do?


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


I can scarcely believe it - I remember besting you in training, yet you have been blessed by the Nightsinger...?


A waste of my talents.


Like I am about to projectile vomit.


You don't know Cazador like I do - he's merciless.


Attack Critical<br>


My big brothers... dead... my fault... my...


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


What are you doing?


Lapis root? Saffa? These do not grow in such a wet climate.


True. What with all the refugees, ill rumours, the food shortages...


And not a single one came back down from the tower-top. Must've been unworthy.


To new horizons.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Good boy.


A tressym! Never seen a real one before.


Lux in tenebra!


A voice... is that Shar herself, who speaks...?


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


Halfway there, I'd wager. Now the beasts need to finish the job.


Attack Critical<br>var3


He's tottering. Another drink might knock him out.


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


You talk? How is that possible? Something must've gone wrong.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


Circulus mortis!


Isobel: the cleric with the sweetest face of the Moon.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Thanks so much. I <i>knew</i> you'd help me again!


How'd you even get that way?


Go. Down the hall. The Inquisitor awaits.


Pallida mors!<br>v3


They'll be tough to fight... but not impossible to beat.


I smell death and decay. We're near cadaver preparation, aren't we?


Enormous, for a tollhouse. Must've teemed with merchants, back in the day.


A fine day for murder!


So githyanki sleep in beds too. How conventional.


Nothing left but rubble. Thank Mystra I'm not buried under it.


Tibi do pennas!


The goblins - tell me how they suffered.


Bold actions for someone in fireball distance.


Let us speak.


*Dame Aylin will not meet your gaze.*


Be true to yourself, my Lady.


When Ketheric Thorm speaks, we all listen.


No, Jenevelle, you mustn't. We'll be a burden to you -


*You've started a panic. Word of your actions is about to spread.*


This must be activated elsewhere.


The promise of slaughter. Of pain and humiliation and the sound of blood drip-dropping into the gutter.


<i>Submit! You will submit!</i>


All that remains of Lenore's beloved pet, it seems.


Interesting. Now why should I go letting my favourite pet off his leash?


I'm just not sure where this leaves us? It's hard to trust someone who blacks out and stabs you to death.


Fleshcarver grant you your enemies' blood and the wealth of their houses.


I don't know if I want anyone to.


Looks like it. I didn't hear a sound, though.


Neverwinter, the only northern port where the water stays warm. (The elementals, says Boo - they are <i>peeing</i> in it.)


Wrong. You are the beacon that will guide me home.


Six months until he's free? You little rat.


*Spits.*


A potion? What good is that!


S-sorry, sir, I didn't realise! He's all yours!


I'll take the pain away.


Dodge


Like I say, we Ironhands make good friends.


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.<br>


Orphanage... matron...


First Lord Gortash, now these <i>noble adventurers</i>...


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


What to take?<br>


At least Holli's with Umberlee now.


Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gale can use.


Dying Deep Exhale


Pus-supping maggot.


Then I'll have your back. Isn't that what friends do?


But rest assured that your story is in safe hands. Volothamp Geddarm knows <i>exactly</i> what you are.


I am very glad you decided to return. A cautionary tale such as yours will be studied by Lady Shar's initiates for years to come.


It is time for the raid to begin. The grove, and those who are hiding there, will fall.


I need help.


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Must have been a wizard at work. I know a Continual Flame spell when I see one.


No matter. I am Vlaakith's child no more. I have been born anew in Gith's son, our saviour.


What's yours is mine.


Can't we just go back to killing one another instead?


SmileClosed<br>var 4


The air here is rife with fungal spores. Must be myconids nearby.


And what is your prey exactly? Dragon? Cyclops? Kobold?


Too easy.


Everyone ready?


The faith that matters is that which you hold in yourself, in the ones that most matter to you.


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


Inaccessus!


We outnumber you, leave me be!


Para bellum!<br>v3


Lorgan - the dead priest's name. This is a list of targets.


A Butler lives to serve. And as I can no longer serve, I will surely die. Once and for all.


You. <i>Gith! </i>What d'you know about this dead squiddie?


A key. I must see what that reliquary contains.


Careful what you do with that thing...


Help is at hand.


There is butchery aplenty for all of Bhaal's servants.


Death. Free at last. No more chop, chop, <i>chop...</i>


WHACK!


Wonder if the gods are watching me.<br>


I... I failed. I failed Lady Shar. She won't stand for this... we can talk later - I need to get out of here first.


I give you the Orphic Hammer, the means by which Prince Orpheus of the githyanki can be freed from his chains.


Effort v9


Do it. We will deal with the <i>ghaik </i>after we escape.


It's just glitzy trash.


Hold tight, I'm coming.<br>


Other than a desire to avoid impending death?


Don't get yourself killed.


If you'll excuse me, I have some wine to attend to.


Ah. Well. Perhaps I speak with too much haste.


My skull is pounding harder than my heart.


Although, it not being personal doesn't change how shafted you'll be.


He will sniff out your mercies, drag them forth and use them to dress his atrocities.


*You focus on the source of the power, but it is quiet and still. You can only watch as the little girl rounds a corner - to find a dead end.*


Dying Deep Exhale


See here, how I soothe each vein with the tenderest touch.


I could listen to this forever...


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


As if there was any doubt.


No harm in a little mystery...


Have a lot on my mind... and well, in it.<br>


Not at all. But... perhaps Lia had a point. What is the point in blades and spells if we don't use them?


Looks that way. But scouts said they heard somethin' movin' around out there. Somethin' big.


That <i>birthright</i> may well bring you to a bloody end. How many should I allow to go with you?


There were people in here. Hope everyone's all right.


Kagha's rubbing shoulders with Shadow Druids. Explains a lot.


The map is clear - we will soon reach a githyanki crèche. It lies within an ancient temple at the mountain pass.<br>


*Warm, wet tentacles wrap themselves around your head, and for the first time in your life...*


She's vanished - and left a whiff of sulphur as a parting gift.


Tarhun Mnemonis, butler to Lady Jannath - esteemed patron of the arts. At least, I am most of the time...


*Crime can pay - but not when you can't pick a pocket correctly.*


Handful... Andorn guarding the door. The rest searching...


*Gauntlets of Hill Giant Strength.*


Oh, but I most certainly am not.


*This mighty drum is powerful enough to be heard for miles. You need only strike it.*


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


This will provide a lift.


Still waiting, Stickshit. This mug ain't filling itself.


I do hate that he just... revealed everything to you, by the way. I would have liked to tell you in my own time.


Extra Recovered <br>V3


He'll need help to survive those shadows. Only a fool would face them alone.


A question? I suppose it's worth a try...


GruntAngry<br>var 3


There is a touch of the Moonmaiden to these sigils. An old attempt to bind Sharran power.


Not one for roughing it, I see.


<i>Away! </i>


Haha! That's - oh, you're serious.


Nocturnus!


Protective charms. And prayers, written by ... Harpers before attacking their enemies.<br>


Not just glory. <i>Paradise.</i>


...though some mortals come close to understanding. Very close indeed.


Is that...? Hells - the shadows have taken Lae'zel.


She's definitely immortal - no question about that.


Done and done. The  shapeshifters' key worked like a charm.<br>


Mors animae!<br>v2


You seem to have Nine-Fingers' ear - get her to open the gates to this army. If the Zhent smelled profit in it, you know there's gold to be had.


It was an honour to carry his words so close to my heart. <i>Raz'erai'ka tavkim krash'ht.</i>


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


Pay attention.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


But he let you go, eh? Suppose he figured the sergeant could sort you out.


And give the Absolute free reign to use us as target practice from the banks? I think not.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


The wizard's warded his tidbits and treasures. Let's see about un-warding it.


*Deliver the Night Mother's mercy upon her enemies.*


By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gale?


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


And you've a soft skull. A <i>ghaik</i> tentacle will have no issues pushing through it.


<i>Damn.</i>


Then I've no choice. I'm sorry.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


He is the great champion of the Council, commander of the Flaming Fist - the binding force holding Baldur's Gate together.


If breathing <i>pleases </i>you, you'd best turn around.


Be careful!


Obedi me!<br>v3


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


What, none of you want to join the chase? Too chicken for the chicken?<br>


Mortalis!


Wherever you lead. But remember:


But she's fine with 'the Bitch Queen'? Give her some credit, Halsin.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Calm yourself. It was a hypothetical.


Help is at hand.


That was incredible!


Wait a minute! You know what? I bet <i>you're</i> the one who's taken over the whole upper floor!


Effort v3


There's no lie. I would <i>never </i>lie to you.


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


'Lae'zel.' Proud. Regal, even.


It ain't got eyes, you muck-skull. It ain't even alive!


Of course I am. Lives are on the line, and not just yours.


Oh. I see. More than a friend. Apologies, I forget my little girl is not so little any more.


All those fires - an army camp, I wager. But an army of <i>what?</i>


If you save my herd, I could even name a goat after you! If you want, of course. Goats are very intelligent animals.


Whatever you say, soldier. I'll have to find another amenable soul for my fiendish experimentations...


This is how Raphael stalks the citizens of Baldur's Gate.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Downed and soon to be out!


Dying Burning<br>v2


Thanks again for dealing with those sahuagin - you saved more than just my livelihood!


Study.


It sounds... quiet. I can't hear the mind flayer's voice here.


Aye. It'd be quicker than having your guts torn out by them beasts.


Get back!


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


Ah ah ah! We ask before we bite.


Bene curatur!


C'mon...


Savour it, sister. Who's to say when Zariel might change her mind?


Stop being such a pain in the scales.


*Another of Lady Shar's trials, that her initiates must face. This one would challenge their combat prowess.*


Karlach incoming.


We find a way to free Orpheus from his astral chains. <i>Orpheus tavki na'zin!</i>


A trading licence? Right, right. Yes, I could provide you with one of those, for the, uh, official fee.


Now you've returned, we can achieve all of our dreams still. You brought Thorm's Netherstone.


Good news for us. There could be some useful potions inside.


No! <i>No!</i> Don't say that! Don't!


Hurry, get to the brain and cast the spell to compel it to submit! I shall buy you time!


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


Lies upon more lies.


Hiiiiii! It's me! Naaber!


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


My hamster hears, and I obey.


Heh, that's not <i>quite</i> the kind of game I'm talking about.


Meenlocks! Their eyes are sensitive - light or fire is my friend.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


There's something in that debris.


You think you know why you are here.


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


And you - you had your role to play, too.


Overall - a terrible ordeal. One deserving of a drink. I'd bid you good day, but it's been royally shite all round.


Wait. Perhaps we <i>shouldn't</i>. You're not the one I need to talk to, are you? Not really.


We just needed somewhere to rest - please!


Heh. I promise, kid.


Are those prisoners? What's been done to them?


Won't give - it's frozen in place.


Kneel, boy. Just like the matriarchs taught you to.


I shall get you in order.


You've got to be kidding. You really want me to become a partial illithid? Wasn't a decade in Avernus punishment enough?


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


You seem distracted, wizard. I can no longer spy your thoughts - so speak them.


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


Rest, little one. But do not take long - I feel his shadow.


*Your speech made little impact. The guards are on their way.*


Closed Mouth Effort v8


You did just lift a mountain from our heads, so... good enough for me, I reckon.


Open, damn you.


A magical staff. Will this be of use, Gale?


*If your refusal to detonate the orb did not get her attention, perhaps pursuing the crown will. But until then, it seems you are on your own.*


Atta girl.


Go on. Find someone else to play with.


When you are done, we will celebrate our victory at your camp.


Effort v10


Seen sense yet? Raphael's still waiting. He can still help you get through this.


Always a pleasure to see old acquaintances. But you would be wise to not interfere in what is to come.


Sob<br>var 2


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I'm just picturing you strumming on a harp so hard the strings snap and trying not to shriek. What do you play?


Wyll's got me wrapped around his little finger, to be honest. You treat him right, you hear?


Recovered <br>V2


You can't resist me, sweetness. Not forever.


Whoa. That isn't good.


You give them too much credit. And show more spine than they did - at least until I flayed them.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Don't mind if I do.


Ah, a refined palate! I can't disagree.


*Sniff sniff.* *Bark!*


I... I don't know if I can do this. Now that I'm here.


A perfectly respectable businessman wants to bring his, well, business into this 'fine' city, and what do they do?


Lads're celebrating the raid on Waukeen's Rest. Captured a duke, we did! All the way from the city.


<i>Then this is where we part ways. I have business to attend to here. And a life to rebuild.</i>


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


With haste.


Stultissime!


Foxy.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Hells, what are you - no!


*An image of her naked body against yours flashes into your mind.*


What foolishness is this?


Sine metu!


Finely spotted. I've developed a taste for this pastime you call 'humour'.


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


Marks on the ground. What happened here?


An innocent's hand... To touch divinity...


Greetings, old friend. Orin told me you were on your way here, but I scarcely believed it.


I sense a longing in you. You are not where you truly need to be - in body or spirit.


Voco nubes!


To summon those vines... the power's impressive.


I outgrew cynicism around the age of 200. I offer no apologies for my desires.


This is all a bit much for me. Back home in Waterdeep, I prefer to have Tara leave the room before I undress.


That could've gone <i>terribly</i>.


Ain't nothin' like it.


I don't want to hurt you - I want to protect you. For you to protect me.


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


That's rubbish, and you know it! My parents would never stop hunting you.


Ooh. That felt good.


But at least there are no devils on my tail.


Teachings of the Treefather. Do you agree?


Barrelstalk, bloated with poison. Better leave it be.


I'm going to assume you meant that as a joke. I do not want you to transform into some slimy beast.


*Your finger traces the arc of your lips. Wetness: sweat, blood, and saliva mixed into one viscous liquid.*


It's already finished.


*You see the corridors of the House of Hope. Bloated flies buzz lazily around the corpses of imps and debtors.*


If you change your mind, she's through that crack in the wall over there. And one more thing?


All I know is that I must bring the artefact I hold to Baldur's Gate, and that nothing can stand in my way.


Saw Absolute... Ascended...


*Grunt!*


Please, not so loud!


Peace. Enjoy it while it lasts.


PainOpen<br>var 1


Oh, and the girl! You saved her too, right?


Breaking news! The Mouth said it first!


You're right. I don't feel her anymore... she's really gone.


Mirror mushrooms. Step on the wrong one - and plummet to your death.


The bark is in place. Now, for a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.


It wasn't me who blew our cover, it was the bloody warlock.


What have we here?


Perhaps you will prove more competent once I unshackle your spirit from that useless flesh of yours.


Every little death fills my head with more thoughts. It's too much - too painful. Kill one more of us, and you will pay.


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


But big mistakes correct bigger mistakes. Like scribbling your signature in the first place. Silly little mouse.


*The symbol's meaning comes into focus: 'annihilate'.*


If you want us to get our hands dirty, it'd be our <i>pleasure </i>- but that'll be extra.


<i>Blast away, Ironhands!</i>


Strange marking. What's it mean?


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


*The corpse remains silent. She doesn't know.*


She's toying with us. But why?


If anyone understands an internal voice forcing your hand, I do. But that's not who we are now. We make our own choices, and you made the right one last night.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


No, thank you!


Speak to the Gauntlet. She'll tell you more.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


*Night and shadow have claimed this place. Turn back.*


Non fit injura!<br>v2


I hope you find happiness, or at the very least, learn not to be so very cruel.


On my way.


In this case - the foundry where these atrocities are produced.


Impossible... death cannot take me... I am its master...


I'm sorry. I didn't understand your query.


I ask of thee - what is't that doth outlive a mortal life, but a soul? And yet, thou art illithid...


Non movere!


Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.


Slice and drain. Slaughter and spill.


Softer than a whisper.


What is this? These flowers - they make my blood run as cold as ice.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Looks like you need a little help.


All I've got's the contract. Can show you where we turned back, if you feel like dying.


A sword like this would certainly get Gale's attention.


Definitely magic - though I wonder what they mean...


Worship me, the prophet of the end!


Altered... arrested... unnatural magic...


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Already at home in your new skin. They never took your heart, girl - they never even touched it.


And, ahh, the heart-stopping bloodsucker. Ever since our last liaison, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind...


You... killed me...


Morio!


The druid Halsin is in here <i>somewhere.</i>


From the day of our hatching, young gith have one purpose: to train hard enough to slay a <i>ghaik</i> and take its head.


*Her Most Hallowed Mercy*


Even by surface standards, this is trash.


He wants mercy. I say show it to him - decisively.


*You notice some blood has pooled on the wooden floor.*


Attack<br>var 3


Get back in the fight.


Touch them again and it'll be the last thing you do!


One last matter: the traitor Voss still lives. If you meant to frustrate me, congratulations on your pathetic victory.


Moan all you want - we're born with parts to play. I was born a master, and Stickshit was born a slave.


Fine. I'll give you everything I've got and you can choke on it for all I care. Give me the amulet.


You want the Flaming Fist poking around <i>my</i> business - my property? Gods...


Expedition... passage trapped. Gnomes... <i>Useless.</i> Don't trust... mercs...


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


Quite the opposite. I'm here in the spirit of openness and honesty, to work together as a team.


I keep asking Jaheira about my friends, but she says she doesn't know where they are.


Big art! Small art! In-between art! I've got 'em all.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Head upstairs to find the way into his tower. But be careful - mistakes are always punished around here.


Perhaps it's some artist trying to make a statement.<br>


We heard the <i>kith'rak</i> say... the Inquisition is wasting her time with this search for a weapon...


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


Gale reminds me of the <i>vremyonni</i> of my homeland. The man-mages of Rashemen.


Thorm's stone is yours to keep. When you slay Orin and take her stone, you bring it here, so the three are united once again.


Easy enough.


Anon begone - to the guards!


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray. <br>


Boo says he will take that wager!


Still got it, True Soul! Must be all that practice you're doin', heh.


The psionic detector is sounding. Vlaakith's warriors are upon us.


It felt like a quake fit to topple Ramazith's Tower.


These are the statues of Lathander from the book. Shouldn't they move, then?<br>


Attack Critical<br>


I'd like some time to talk.


To the rescue. Of course.


Mephits are allowed, but only the non-magma kind.


'Mystic Carrion'? Sounds like a jolly fellow. Still, worth looking into.


No traps, please.


Yes - yes yes. Help me. Make me <i>pay</i>.


CoughIll<br>var 3


That collar looks familiar... does this cat belong to Gale?


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


Why... are... you... leaving... me...


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


We should find him - he'll either help us or try to dissect us. Maybe both.<br>


These two have long meddled in my affairs - and my father's.


Oh, I have something <i>exquisite</i> in mind.


Dead. So once more, fortune turns against us.


Ugh. That creature was rather prettier in disguise.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Death doesn't become you.


Magis amica veritas!


Goblins ahead!


It's broken - it won't save us from a dusky evening, never mind a curse.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Fireplace isn't real. What's hidden behind it?


I gotta sharpen these spears - ain't got time for conversin'.


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


This is my spot. Go on - find your own.


It would be most pleasing to sleep indoors for once...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Don't know... they didn't come...


Always room for more.


Wise.


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


<i>It is. It's incredible. And I intend to celebrate - after we've defeated the brain.</i>


Attack Critical<br>var2


<i>Bloody </i>bigots.


The counsellor. Gods. We need to get moving, now.


Burn them burn them BURN THEM TO BE SURE!


Effort v10


This chest is deeper than it looks... A double bottom. Of course.


You <i>enjoyed</i> it.


We all have our burdens, one way or the other.


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


Looks like that idol is enchanted. Might be worth getting a hold of for Gale.


It's lost to me. Perhaps in time I can open it up to the world again, but for now, I must help you.


I will bring down not only the Steel Watch - but the very Foundry itself. This place will be smoke and rubble when I am finished. Are you ready, my friend?


I sense truth to your words - arrogance, too. Bhaal's children must also learn from him. I had to.


Instead she just seemed... tired.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


It's already finished.


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Better get this unlocked.


My ring lit up... Must have been linked to that button.


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


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Para bellum!<br>v2


Crack it open.


Ale me!<br>v3


Then the fault lies with me, and my inadequate words. Please, allow me to show you instead. Just close your eyes a moment.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


I'm gonna catch me a <i>hot </i>one tonight!


Evanesco!


I thought you and Gale were... I don't know. Official.


That's just how dwarves is. Probably shoulda shaved him before cookin' him.


Pizzled rancour!


Just empty shells. Best to just keep the unhatched one.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


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


If I see you here again, no price will save you.


That could have been me, if you hadn't gotten me out of my pod...


Just me or is... is it <i>hot </i>in here?


Why don't you protect <i>us </i>instead of these scruffy outlanders?


This is your family. And now you have turned your back on it.


It's funny.


Vae victis!<br>v2


Odd that you're fighting Ketheric Thorm again, only this time with a warrior of Lady Shar at your side.


Thank you. And should your courage falter, remember the Duke's generosity.


Still said it, didn't she? And Mol's not been wrong yet.


Why map what is already known? Beside me is an ungrateful heart, a conniving heart, a <i>shadow </i>heart.


And you don't know the scar you've left in our tribe, spawn.


Mercenary they may be, but father always demanded discipline from the Flaming Fist. Seems some grew unruly in his absence.


Lend an ear?


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


So still that wandering eye, my friend. You have met your match in the tailors of Rashemen.


What are those marks on the ground?


That thing doesn't look too happy to be free.


It isn't what you think. It never was.


There's an aperture in the metal's surface. For a mould, I imagine...


*Then - complete silence, as you are once again closed off from the Netherbrain's mind.*


Neverwinter - my mother likes the place. Says it's 'ripe for conquering'.


Gorgeous mail on that fist.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


We can talk later.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


This portrait - it courses with necrotic energy. Grave magic.


*Shar's parting words make your flesh crawl. There is no lesson to be learned here - only a family's torment, a spiteful goddess' whims, and an unspeakable choice to be made...*


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Felt like an earthquake - as if I didn't have problems enough already.


Well, that was invigorating.


Steel is silent. Stone is screaming.


A devil of Raphael's stature does not simply make camp on the shores of the Styx.


Willing and able.


Looks as though the homeowner's up to no good - I only hope no one gets hurt.


Shadowheart suffers. You might be surprised, but - it pains me to see.


Look at these gouges... tore through rock like it was butter.


Piles of bodies - very old, by the looks of them.


Vast world out there.


A big man does not fit in a small hole.


Seems to be jammed.


I'm ready. Whatever it takes.


*You realise that the weapon Voss speaks of is the gith artefact you carry. You cannot let him discover it - no matter what.*


Or his ears could just be cold.


I wouldn't trust you with a dinner spoon right now, let alone a blade.


Ugh - smells like I've gone down one of the Gate's stormwater grates.


I can't lose you.


The mirror from before was used to steal memories, then. How very <i>Sharran.</i>


Nobody's been here in an elf's age.


We need to get out of here - before it's our turn.


So two halflings walk under a bar...


Well, that was invigorating.


<i>Motherhood.</i>


Guess it's mine now.


You sees me? <i>Tch. </i>


Dammit! We need to stop him before he strikes again.


Schlurp. Awoo!


Snore
zzZzz


*The smell of hot ink and whirr of machinery fills your senses as you approach the Baldur's Mouth printworks.*


*You sense a presence exploring your mind. Feather-light, yet strong and cunning. She is casting Detect Thoughts on you.*


Great - another bloody outsider. You lot are coming out of the walls, aren't you?


Let's have it.


I punish evil and minor annoyances equally.


Astarion! Summon your pale and scrawny fellows!


I... I can't. I'm sorry.


I think your witty remarks were too much for him - he's a blubbering wreck.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


<i>Olot dos!</i>


On my way.<br>


You're not in your right mind. There are healers in the city, clerics who can help.


What...? Why would she allow one of them? I... I suppose so, yes.


Nice and easy...


The battle won't be won down here.


Just look at this place. The evidence speaks for itself.


I'd rather not be seen talking to you - your misdeeds are the talk of the city.


Sure, take it.


A little pick-me-up.


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


I knew then that I had to be more than a companion to him. I had to be a protector.


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


What treachery is this, Nine-Fingers? Have you thrown in with the Absolute, too?


I should've looked after the Elturans more - gone out of my way to make sure they were all right.


We've always been here - it's <i>ours</i>. We watch over it. You do not belong.


Ah - they say revenge doesn't fix anything, but damn does it feel <i>amazing. </i>Thank you.


You - you're right. I can be better than him.


Seems simple enough.


I can't lose you.


You're <i>barred</i>, mate. Never had to bar someone from a gazette office before - first for everything, I guess.


*Tail rigid with irritation, she scampers off.*


My cub must learn how to deal with a threat. How to make it <i>fear</i>.


All right, then.<br>


We infiltrated a neogi spelljammer and laid waste to its crew.


Naturally. After you abandoned her, there was only me left to keep her company.


Yes. As Ravengard told me, where his son treads, the Hells fires are sure to burn.


To arms!


The hag - the hag killed sweet Mayrina. Sent the redcap! What does Kled do?!


Vlaakith will know my unfaltering faith. Neither death nor the Absolute will keep me from accomplishing my duty.


None will find me.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


A wise strategy.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


I will save her for you. We can peel her corpse together, once the Banite is dead.


That's the spirit, just keep moving forward. And hope the past never catches up to you.


You won't be hurting for long.


Fine. I'll speak with my financier, see if she can transfer it to your vault. You'll have it by tomorrow.


Sounds like a good lead. Hopefully, our guy will be among them. A tune-up would do this old tub a world of good.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


It's planting spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


Should have docked her under one of those cranes and let the pulleys do the lifting.


The false daughter of darkness. Shunned by her goddess.


I'm glad I was wrong.


Let's be quick.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


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


This is our hideout, but hey, maybe you didn't know.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


VO_SFX : Spit


Broken... fake... broken... fake...


Come upstairs, to my atelier. I promise you'll leave with something priceless. <i>Immortality.</i>


I meant the Gate! But you're always welcome for tea.


Morere!


This is the trinket which forewarns of a githyanki ambush, yes?


Ignis!


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Don't get blood on my clothes.


My <i>sa'varsh</i> would find this one altogether too genial.


What is this bright tower? Strange.


This better be worth it - I can't <i>stand</i> puzzles.


Their trinkets may be worth a few coins, all the same.


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


<i>Florrick</i>. The Fist would make an example of her - a shame if she were to mysteriously vanish from her cell.


Master Astarion? But the time is almost here - you should be at the ritual.


Ethel's gone, isn't she? I felt it.


Falling<br>ver 1


Take me with you!


Nothing.


We should march. Rest, maybe - then march.


If the cure's in Moonrise, we should go, Nere and his lantern be damned. After all, 'shadows' will be the least of our worries if we start to turn.


What is it, Oskar? I thought you wanted to see me again...


You have my attention.


Hmph. It is better to kill for it.


Last one's got the soul of a little boy named Ongir. Eight years old. He liked playing in the sun with his friends. That's all I know.


Effort v3


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


I want my city back, and I've brought the toughest bastards from the Guild to get the job done.


Looks like we're in Elturgard. East of the city of Baldur's Gate.


Hey!


Damn it all!


I bid you luck at the forge. All that labour - not fitting for Dhourn, <i>first</i> son of House Ba'Tol.


I told you I stole the artefact from someone - well, I stole it from Vlaakith.


A poor imitation. I see you, you sneaky little shapeshifter.


*A faint scent of blood clings to the alchemical apparatus. What grim purpose did it once serve?*


Our lord Tyr sent us in pursuit of that devil. She had already butchered a family fleeing the armies of the Absolute by the time we caught up with her.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Thank you!


Anything on your mind? Impending doom, perhaps?


Compromise, then. We'll pop your eyes out and give <i>them</i> the tour, eh?


With finesse.


Valeria was an incompetent... but having a celestial meddle in our affairs proved most disquieting.


Lapis root? Saffa? Rare to see these so far north.


<i>Then my destiny is undone. Until someone can take up my cause, the githyanki will remain chained.</i>


This corpse... Dear gods, it's Arabella's father.


You may be waiting a while. This has brought up some complicated feelings.


*Fallen druids of the Emerald Enclave. They died trying to stop Ketheric Thorm, long ago.*


Why you succulent schemer! I know <i>just</i> the thing to sate my appetite.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


And I - hah - I will die. Then live. And when the next of your ilk comes with sword aloft or arrow nocked, I'll die again.


Hells, my head is <i>pounding</i>.


Dying Burning


It looks so small from here.


Let's see.


My granddaughter sent you? A  rapturous endorsement indeed, for she is the Murder Lord's new favourite.


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


Now that's a hefty take.


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


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


<i>Lies! </i>My nose would recognise him anywhere.


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


He's an expert on the curse. He was here when it all began, Thaniel said.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


Looks like the barrier's turned off. Lucky me.


These chests are empty...


There are many answers to those questions. None are important.


Pulso!


<i>They are not kind to Us here. We are different, they say. Aberrant.</i>


Deal's off, you dumb cow! And you've <i>her</i> to thank for it.


It's some kind of round gith... thing? Something for Lae'zel, I suppose.


Recovered <br>V2


People ask questions when members of the nobility disappear, and the last thing Cazador wanted was people asking questions.


I do not wish to argue the point. I'm too glad to see you for that.


Intactilis sum!


((*I will expect your return*))


Ale me!<br>v3


PainTeeth<br>var 1


I'll take Astarion to the master. The rest of you - deal with the witnesses.


But the ritual has its price, as all worthwhile things do. Lord Cazador will need to sacrifice a number of souls, including all of his vampiric spawn, if he is to ascend.


If you are fortunate, you may even <i>inflict</i> greater horrors in the name of your cause.


<i>(Always watching. Every single step.)</i>


We are inventors of the highest order, matched, perhaps, but never surpassed by the Gondians at the High House of Wonders.


We need to move. <i>Now.</i>


Find another way to shut down that foundry, or you might as well slip your head in a noose right now. Gortash will string us all up.


Move <i>along</i>. Why do I have to say it twice?


Non movere!<br>v3


Better be cautious.


You dare speak thusly to me?


Vincit qui patitur!


There is no need for violence. I understand that things have <i>changed </i>around here. I am no threat, I assure you.


I am Halsin - First Druid of the Emerald Grove... and I sense you have a problem you seek my help with.


Inaccessus!


There's a wizard in Baldur's Gate that'll pay gobloads for a relic, supposedly buried round these parts.


Eh. Bad-ish. Not trying to one-up the local villains, of course, but man, have I seen some shit.


Rest easy, I've got you.


Show daddy dear that you alone choose your fate. You are a child of Bhaal - but that need not be <i>all</i> that you are.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Shhh. Quiet! Someone might be listening...


Pulso!


I'll help.


She betrayed her sister and ruined the balance of things.


D-Devella... I'm... sorry...


No - mercy...


Oh, thank Corellon. You're a life-saver. One five eight, one five nine...


*The cat seems to be trying very hard to remain aloof - and not wholly succeeding.*


Everything in this House exists for Raphael's pleasure, and Raphael's pleasure alone.


Feel that? So powerful.<br>


Let's lay on hands.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


That's that, then.


There is more the devil's gaudy decor than this - some power inside.


You could send an elf to sleep!


Why is it always the bad memories I can still recall...? In any case, I'll be keen to avoid them.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


I'm curious enough to make the attempt. All right - an audience with the mother of magic it is.


Yowch!


His strength is coming back to him. Soon he'll be able to banish the curse once and for all. Until then, we should do what we can to stop the Absolute.


<i>Harpers - now is the time!</i>


It is <i>exactly</i> what I think.


Falling


Yet the Absolute has blessed you. Perhaps you will be useful. Present yourself at my camp and -


Watch out Baldur's Gate. Chell's coming for you!


Leave! Away! My nest - my dark!


Or you just thought we'd be stupid enough to believe ya!


You think yourself quite the spy, don't you? Go on - <i>tell him</i>.


Doesn't change much. We're still trapped.


Of course now that I'm free from one threat, we'll have to face the other: the tadpoles that let me walk in the light.


When I asked your aid, I did not think you the type to balance our lives on petty intrigue.


Have no fear.<br>


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


Tell me you hear that voice.


I need more. More drink.


Welcome to the Caress. An oasis of pleasure.


Nonsense! It is my dedication to truth that endangers my wellbeing, and I have uncovered the most startling truth imaginable.


Thank you for this. And for cleansing this swamp of the hag. You have done good here today. Safe travels.


My energy's draining. The darkness is taking its toll.


That is how the cult of the Absolute is spreading.


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' An instruction these corpses took literally.


Hah! You think you can hurt Godey? Oh no, you have been away for too long.


Come on. You can't tell me you're not curious.


The Ketheric Thorm. The rocks hear, and tremble.


That book had it right. I just need to remember where the platforms are and get across.


First Druid, and now last druid. Thanks to me.


By my will!


Very ordinary. But one of many - leave us be or we'll gnaw your rotten bones in the dark!


CoughIll<br>var 3


You think I don't know a shakedown when I see one? Cocky shit. I'm going to enjoy this.


Now, I'd no beef with her before this - all are welcome in the 'Maid. But threatening my staff? Claiming we took her 'kid'? She's bonkers. <i>Dangerous.</i>


I'll rest a little easier if you do. You fought well against my father. I imagine a rat like Lorroakan will be nothing in comparison.


If the owner has any sense, they'll hire you on the spot.


Dissolve!


*She was a healer, trying to aid the wounded in the battle against the Sharrans. But there were so many...*


Laughter


The animal never had a chance. The curse consumes everything it touches.<br>


I wish I knew, truly... A problem for another day, perhaps. I just hope there <i>is</i> another day.


I'll get you out of there.


My simpering lordling, you failed the entrance exam your august Father shed his very <i>seed </i>to prepare you for.


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


After ten years in the hells, I can take on anything. I've got my chance at freedom, and believe me - I'm going <i>home.</i>


Not with you, at least. Although I sense there's something your friend wants to ask me.


Better to put the debtor's attire back on. It keeps the locals quiet.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


Ah. Well, that's rather a long and complicated story.


Oh, it's... you. I-I think I'm gonna take my chances with the ghosts.


*Ketheric Thorm worshipped Lady Shar...? That would make him your natural ally, surely. Though perhaps it would be unwise to voice such a thought to present company...*


Recovered


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


It cannot be avoided.


Sally?! Darling!


Blasted nautiloid! Need to get to the Netherbrain, now!


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


What's hiding here?<br>


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


The House of Hope - our mutual <i>friend </i>Raphael's abode.


Small steps - this thing is all but rusted through.


Best help before it gets worse.


A little something more.


Minsc hears. He does not heed. Boo keeps only the company of heroes - and so none among our company could be anything else.


Hush hush. I hear footsteps trip-trapping on the Murder Lord's stones.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


How has this hay not gone up in flames?


I have your back.


Closed Mouth Effort


Recovered <br>V2


Plenty of lashers, loads of hunters... and a few pariahs to carry the powder kegs.


*Cold metal presses against the skin beneath your brow, and then...*


This is the palace of Cazador Szarr. Entry is forbidden. Leave now, citizen.


Stick my neck out for a duergar? Not happening.


Garret...?


Safety, sweets - it's the same principle.


Oh don't be so sour - it's a party.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


A Magic Mouth spell? Well, lay it on me then.<br>


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Gods, let her stay if she shuts the hells up.


I get it. I didn't mean to overstep. There's just so much I want to do in the little time I have left.


Yes. <i>Please.</i>


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


Hush your fussing. Nine-Fingers had this one made especially - that little mouthful will barely slow it down.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Snore
zzZzz


Trap! Be cautious.


Keep your secrets if you want. But you may not have someone to tell them to if you keep it up.


<i>There is only one thing to understand about a devil - it serves only itself. Anything it promised to deliver, it would recover tenfold. </i>


*As you gaze upwards at the monstrosity above you, the orb in your chest seems to pulse, like a dark second heart.*


Even though I suspect your denial soils rather than sustains the splendid dominion that is the truth, I shall take your answer in stride and with it, take my leave as well.


Aqua pura!


A foul collection. Something must feast upon all these bodies.


*You see now, life and death are malleable as clay, to be bent and reshaped by your will. By your power.*


That's it?


Absolute must'a took you in.


I can tell you're a discerning customer - you're after nothing but the best.


The rat up and left. I'll call ya if the vermin comes back.


No one more loyal than our Lae'zel. If Voss had known that, he never would have come here throwing salt on Vlaakith's name.


She had it - until She kept the <i>real </i>feast from us!


*The lantern flickers ever so briefly, and you hear a slight twitter - or perhaps it's simply your imagination.*


As long as my actions can be thought of as honouring Shar, or honing skills in her service... there is a great deal of flexibility to be had.


Te curo!<br>v2


Ruin this mission, and the General will take your head.


Thunder Master smells scary but is nice. Doesn't hit Shovel. Tell you secret. <i>Only</i> you.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


Her face still haunts me. If I could make the sun rise in the west, reverse the Chionthar's waters, I'd spare her my folly.


He's tottering. Another drink might knock him out.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


Serve... Her.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Bandits - came at me with daggers. They didn't know who they were messing with.


Happy to assist a friend.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Rude. I'm just an impartial observer - this is Gortash's game. A murderous one, the way I hear it.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


I scrub for the master. As you see. Tell the master I scrub for him. Always.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


It's a nice horn - but useless now.


Said you could pass without paying. Didn't say you could leave!


Mors certa!<br>v3


New friends? I'd like that.


Don't say such a thing. Don't dash my hope.


*Something precious was surrendered. Already, you cannot recall its exact nature - but you feel its loss, all the same.*


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Breaking news - Lord Gortash is dead! The Mouth said it first.


Enough dawdling - come to my inner chambers.


Yes, as I said - just like home.


Since I was old enough to hold a blade, I've dreamt of wielding a silver sword.


What? Better to take it <i>before </i>all of the blood spatter.


Ugh. Didn't die from natural causes, anyway. Remind me - why are we digging up corpses?


You're right - I'm sorry. We're all we have right now.


I have my duties, True Soul. I'm sure Disciple Z'rell has given you yours.


Bones everywhere... Someone's been engaging in dark rituals here.


All gone, just like that... I hope it was worth it.


Ira!


No time to waste.<br>


Come see me when you have time - I work as quartermaster now. I can sell you some things... and we can catch up.


What a mess.<br>


As for the gnome slaves, pay no heed. A bleeding heart is an unnecessary burden.


This disappearing act is starting to get irksome.


I think I have it.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


((*I can only ask, and reward in return. if your path takes you to the ruins beyond the lake, you will find the drow*))


Your dream visitors, I take it? I thought they would be prettier.<br>


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


I have a city to protect, refugees to manage, and an army on my door - I do not have time to chat.


Your choice! But bear in mind - there are many ways to be intimate. And we don't have to be at all.


Listen, you!


*A simple explanation. And wrong, you wager.*


Let me help.


It's time to rise. Dawn is upon us.


Psionic pressure - squeezing my skull...<br>


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


Excuse me, we're discussing Steel Watcher gyronetics - a topic beyond your understanding, I imagine.


Head high - that's it.<br>


You kept your fears hidden from me - but no matter. You shall die all the same.


Closed Mouth Effort


Did you expect me to beg? To cry? To plead? For what.


But Elturel...


Younglings or not, the weak must be culled.


Let's see if they want to have their blood spilled.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


If you want mindless praise and affection, find Scratch. He will nuzzle your hand and follow at your heel no matter how disappointing you are.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


*'Boooal' is not a recorded kuo-toa god, but the species is susceptible to mind control and trickery. This wouldn't be their first pretender god.*


I swear.


But why?


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


Is the hag gone? Gods, tell me she's gone. Oh, please.


Please. Connor used to say only a fool turned down the divine.


Let's get this over with.


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


This'll be mean.


He is. I miss him. But I'm glad he left me with Cora. She's really nice.


Te curo!


This artefact must've been precious to the monks.


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray. <br>


Yes, of course.


A vain notion. I am one of many and will not be a burden to my Queen.


Customers. They ruin everything.


Caeco te!


What good is your <i>word</i>? Invasion, murders, and lack of cash is what's putting folks off renting rooms.


Ah. I know what she speaks of. I need... information from her. And a pardon from you - for I have not been overly generous with the truth.


I'll wager this is what was used to kill Father Lorgan.


Oh well.


Stupefacio!


Suppose I should get you back up.


And why would you, after what she's asked of you?


Somehow the second artefact hasn't had the effect of the first. It's somewhat relieved the discomfort, but I fear my hunger hasn't quite... Ahh...


Go on. If the Steel Watch come poking around, my brother and I will earn our coin.


I recognise this. A merregon wore it. But they won't fight without a commander...


The lantern's free - grab it!


What else could you require of Mystic Carrion when he has given so much already?


Da mihi facta!


Help is coming.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


...When <i>did</i> you join us, Marcus?


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


I told you, they will stop at nothing to reclaim it.


You're twitching something fierce, love. And your eyes! You look like you don't know the <i>meaning </i>of the word sleep.


The Urge, Master... Fear the Urge.


Viam sapientiae!


We have the hammer - we can free Orpheus.


Zorru! You made it here all on your own?


Good time for a chat.


Rolan!


I was a teenager when mum passed - bad fever. A good healer could've saved her, but she slipped away before we found one who'd take our gold.


She is something. She is worthy, she is strong. She is Shadowheart.


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


Later, then. I'd tell you not to get in trouble, but I suspect it will find you whether you like it or not.


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


Wyll! Please - stay with me.


Don't you dare turn this on me, Rolan.


Ale me!<br>v2


No obstacle too great.


Non compos mentis!


Quiet in here now. But it wasn't always so. Screams rang off these walls. I swear I can almost hear them.


Well you know what they say about fears. The best thing you can do is face them.


Looks like Father Lorgan's help wasn't enough to save them.


This key - the corpse in the tunnels had one of the very same design...


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


I hope your belongings are in better shape than you are.


Now, without wishing to cause undue alarm, might I suggest we find some shade? I think the sun is reneging on that truce of yours.


I am Illasera the Quick. Child of Bhaal. Slayer of his idle children. Cut down before my time.


Oh look how she struggles! Don't do yourself a mischief, now.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gale might be interested.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


If you have business to conclude before we march, have it done.


Best see the priestess and get branded, mucker.


What's inside?


ALLIES? -- there is US --
there is NOT us --
there is YOU


A dead bird. What happened to it?


Facing that lot would be suicide... at least for now.


Perhaps I can still wring something useful from this old forge...


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Hmm, I suppose you wouldn't be shocked to learn I love animals and nature?


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


Some expensive swill or another. For when Shar's ministrations are not quite enough to forget your troubles.


Something nearby is snatching them, I can tell you that much.


Quite the lake, but I'm not up for a swim.


Vis medicatrix!


Patrol... heard disturbance... investigated...<br>


Dying Freezing to Death


I shall see to it.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Phew - from murk to muck. Not sure it's an improvement.


He was so enthusiastic. I don't understand why he hasn't shown up...


You are truly out of your mind, to even consider the notion. Shadowheart is our ally - our <i>friend.</i>


A fair offer, given the boy only has himself to blame.


What a mess. The damn gate's all but overrun.


Influence, yes - but for better or worse? Until we know, I recommend a cautious approach.


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


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Piss-addled pontificator.


How did you... all right, fine. I'll give you some coin for it.


Inaccessus!


I'm going to make the obvious point that <i>you</i> are covered in blood, friend. Point the finger where you will, but you're the one we've caught red-handed.


Tibi do pennas!


I'll have to have the Brats turn out their pockets.


I saw it, in your head. You follow someone else's orders. I'll deal with them, not you.


Ah yes. You like to meddle. See what happens. So let me tell you what happens next.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Falling<br>Var 2


HAH! HAH! HAH!


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Dead, they are no use to me. So I keep them safe, after a fashion.


Thank you, but look at me - I am a relic: a glimpse of history barely strong enough to stand on his own two feet.


Nothing here for you.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


The correct outcome.


Never saw a True Soul like you. But you got the Absolute's blessing.


I will give you time to reconsider.


*The monstrosity doesn't seem to notice you.*


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


Lux in tenebra!


Flames. Monsters. Agony.


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


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Damn it all. I should've known better than to stray so close.


Something to do with the shadow curse? I truly hope this blight isn't spreading...<br>


Dying Burning


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Imagine - being able to picture one's life ending in something other than a catacylsmic explosion. What a treat.


Try again.


This is not the whelp who's been following us.


Try his apprentice, Nettie. You'll find her in the druids' circle.


Invoco te


Bastard. Enjoy tonguing Ketheric you treacherous <i>shit.</i>


That's it. No noise. Quiet as the grave you'll rot in.


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


I remember this shape...


I thought you were part of the show at first... but that was real.


Let's get this over with.


Please - hurry!


Had to toss him over that terrace there.


Aye. Feels like something down here has them excited... or scared.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


My stash is up on the roof. Just take it. I'll find another way to get the gold.


As am I. I can scarcely imagine life without your company now, and of course I made a promise to help you - one I intend to fulfil.


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


*The diabolist's ritual was no parlour trick. If you had any doubts, they evaporate the moment you arrive. You are in the Hells.*


Voco potentia!


Dying Burning<br>v6


I'll take whatever it is you're offering.


You are whole. Within and without, free from expectation and the crushing burden of solitude.


The end is nigh, one way or another, and our options are dwindling in both quantity and quality.


Hope is a fine thing, my friend - but even my hamster thinks we will be needing something more.


Origin Extra: Dying


Don't worry, darling. I like you. I'm sure I'll make the right choice.


Perhaps we'll adjust, perhaps we won't, but you mean too much for me to walk away.


Remember - this is our grove. You are never far from watching eyes.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


If you change your mind, she's through that crack in the wall over there. And mister? <br>


*His empire, Netheril, has long since crashed and burned, but traces of its magic still remain, if you know what to look for. Spells. Artefacts. Weapons...*


Astarion, you <i>bit </i>me.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Oh don't come crawling back. It's just embarrassing.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Well, nothing like a little insurrection now and again to keep things fresh. Lady Shar would approve.


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


Hey you. I've got a pest problem - and you look like the solution.