But... aye, I trust you, Torm spare me. You've seen us right once before.


A mending of the threads between life and death.


I thought you saw me. <i>Knew</i> me. I was foolish to think so.


I raised you to be a sweet and kind boy. What happened?


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Maintained... the collection... and legal documentation...


Watch your bags, huh? Learn from my mistakes.


I won't go on without you.<br>


I will. Did I say sorry? Sorry.


Travel with us, if you like. Maybe we can show you to squirrels and ducks on the way.


Dark in here. Fine spot for an ambush, if you were of a mind...


Seems this thing is missing a component...


All right, all right - I shall stop fussing.


Isobel... of course! We have to apprehend him now, before he can strike.


*The boar seems to be fresh - only a few hours dead - but you can't find any sign of a wound.*


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


Something's always catching us.


A fine talent with the drum. You'd do well on a slave ship.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


Many... times...


I'm awake! Mostly.


Sunbathe? Swim?


Magic has no inherent morality - it's effect is entirely down to the inclinations of the wielder.


*Dark, empty pods flicker across your vision. They demand new flesh.*


Seen one human, seen 'em all.


Purified? Oh, Lae'zel - why must the truth be so bitter? Soon, your skin will go grey, and your blood will run silver. You will shed your skin to become <i>ghaik.</i>


Stab the corpse if you must. Do not die because of carelessness.


The world looms before me - never has it felt so vast, and so empty. But at least it will be a world in which there is no Grand Design.


Do it! If he will not help, Boo will make him long for the safety of his prison once more.


I can close that up fast.


Not much use for this slag. Nice speckles, though.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


Very well, we will do what needs to be done.


Viconia - to battle!


None left behind.


This gith slate looks like the other. Another story about the githyanki prince?


These are Sharran weapons. I would recognise the Nightsinger's blades anywhere.


I miss Cora. Why won't she come back?


Or... fearsome? Pleasantly fearsome?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Now, who <i>actually </i>got me out of here?


What? Oh - of course.


Their skulls will make fine trophies.


The journey, specifically - it's extremely perilous. Though it seems you're well accustomed to navigating danger.


I suggest you leave before your disrespect is met with an appropriate rebuke.


A child of Bhaal? What horrors your mind must hold.


Dead drow, dead spiders - I can't imagine Lolth would approve.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


What?! I... I ain't. Minthara don't give a cake what <i>you </i>think.


Loquere si tibi placet!


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


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


*His suspicions confirmed, his curiosity settles into a sneer - he has seen through Gale's disguise.*


*It seems just the barest glimpse of what the man before you has seen and done: but enough to know that he has no right to still be alive.*


Ad lapidem!


*A diagram glows before you. Its meaning is beyond your comprehension.*


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


Lass, if you hate me that much, hire someone to kill me.


... <i>agh! </i>Seems like you had the same idea as me. Not to mention the same problem. I felt it.


The kids found a hidden cave. We're going to hide them there.


And never forget it.


They should all be running.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Gods, when this is over, I'm taking the hottest bath known to man or devil.


Do you take me for a teething pup? Get that out of my face.


Hold on.


Dying Burning<br>v3


<i>Qun'irel! </i>Look at them. They're <i>clearly</i> not with the Inquisition.


Canto te!<br>v3


You can't mean that. You want me to sit by the fire while you kill Cazador?


I'll put it to better use.<br>


I wanted an edge against the goblins, and I got it - I'm as strong as a bugbear. And fearless.


Maybe it just broke by itself. This place is ancient.


<i>Ungh</i>... Come to finish the job?


Look for a way out. I'm not about to be contained by a few iron bars.


How's an adventurer supposed to do her damn job around here?


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


I know enough of it. I've lived enough of it. But if you won't hear me, that's on you.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Gortash's bluster will no longer assail our ears. And we have his Netherstone also - soon we shall unravel this unnatural conspiracy, once and for all.


Here it comes.


<i>...Where is he?!</i>


*You have outstayed your already flimsy welcome, and now - you will leave.*


I won't entertain the notion. We must save him - it's as simple as that.


Kinda disappointin', for a bear-man.


Malleus! v3


Step one is to retrieve from my person a pouch I wear over my heart.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Ugh... sure.


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


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


If it allows us to circumvent the illithid's mind-games and defy the brain, it may be our best chance of freedom.


That mould should slot in here.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


The <i>ghustil</i>' must have tampered with it. An aberrance I can't begin to comprehend. As is all of Crèche Y'llek.


Enjoy yourself tonight. You've earned it.


You dug a nice, big hole I can hide your stupid corpse in!


Gods, little brother - read a bleedin' book.


Good. Perhaps she needs that, too.


The latest yappy little dogs she's sicced on me are nearby. A group of dopes posing as Paladins of Tyr. Want to help me take 'em down?


*Sigh* Good.


And no hard feelings, y'hear? I'd have done the same if I were you. Business at the end of a blade is still business.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


Gladly.


An ocean of blood. <i>Ghaik</i> depravity truly knows no bounds.


Fraud of the Frontiers!<br>


Aha! This is where that mould goes.


Over here!


What would you know of K'liir? I trained, I studied, I excelled. I had no need of friends.


Need a little boost?


YAY. ALL THE KILLING, FIGHTING, AND FISTING!


You want to play the hero so badly? Fine. Let's make this interesting.


I hear something. Voices.


There's a grim sort of artistry in how these remains are laid out. Someone has a creative streak...


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


With your failing Chosen, the absence of Bhaal's favour... You will die with the rest.


Perhaps there is a way to turn its power against Ketheric Thorm.


Oof. Is that what good sounds like? Gross.


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


My strength is yours, my love.


What was... hm. Never mind.


Oh, yes please. I'd love to see him.


Some pep for your step.


Resisto!


Hush this fussing, you're fine.


It's done.


Yes, of course.


Nice, right?


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


A crypt. This ought to be where Shirra Clarwen found her final rest.


We will return Orpheus to his people, or you will feel the heat of my fury.


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


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


Gela!


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


I don't see one...


I'm off the clock, <i>dokal</i> - or I would be if it weren't for this blithering idiot. If you've got business at the Counting House, it's just down the road.


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


*The guards have not forgotten you killing one of their own.*


Best be on my way.<br>


You are not the leader of this merry band, I think. Meaning no offence - Boo is the boss of me, after all.


There's nothing left.


I don't know if I <i>want </i>that. But... if that's how I get through this...


Stop. We're not finished with your companion over there.


First the act of wickedness, then the feast... but I think this will count as both at once.


You're lying. Can't say I blame you. Thing's worth a fortune.


Time to press ahead.<br>


Caeco te!<br>v3


A logical question. But you're not ready for the answer.


But sooner's better, yeah?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


- and glowing with such psionic force that he and his red dragon blazed a trail through the skies. A lethal comet careening towards my people.


Allow me, my friend.


This must be what that book meant. I need to get across - and that means remembering where these platforms are.


*You try to rest, but the tadpole within you has other plans. It writhes and stretches, comfortable within your skull. As comfortable as you've become wielding it.*


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Is that - Balduran with a bronze dragon? Must have been quite an adventure.


What is this place? Makes the Underdark look like a sunlit meadow... I'm not sure I want to step in there.


((*cut the blight away. watch it wither*))


In that case we could find ourselves to be allies indeed. Me and my Harpers came all the way from Baldur's Gate to end the cult of the Absolute once and for all.


Congratulations - your mistress Shar will write your name on her hand.


My love. I hope you enjoyed our voyage through the cosmos? I was hoping you might have a moment to talk about it...


*You close your eyes, finding a moment of peace.*


I think I guess I hope I'm right my prison is just on the right.


Silvanus would not command us to invite <i>rot</i> into our midst.


Listen - because I'll only say this once - this fight isn't just about Baldur's Gate, or the Sword Coast, or even Faerûn.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


So I hoped. But we've lost so many already - and more will die if we're forced out again.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


A little chit-chat.


*You could start with Oryndoll, and perhaps later, Glyth itself. The world is yours to uncover, its stories yours to tell.*


Goodness, no. Nothing so <i>unsanitary</i>. The Oblodras clan practise their own form of blood alchemy.


Hang on - we're at a strategic disadvantage here. Better to take down those machines, <i>then </i>rip Gortash's throat out.


Don't be a coward. We could take them. We could kill them all.


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


Spoilsport. Well, what do you want, if you're not here to gossip?


Maybe I'd have been with him on the journey from Elturel. Maybe there'd be no Absolute, no infections, no... <i>this</i>.


This might be your last opportunity to evolve - do it. Now.


A little hideaway... why does this place seem so familiar?


Selûnite rubbish.


<i>No doubt you will use them to summon the Crown. But what then? What will you do when such power is in your grasp?</i>


Karlach? I asked how are -... No. Not your engine.


Onward.


Voss! I call on your might!


Argh! I'm sorry, I - I have to go!


More doppelgangers. It appears they have made common cause with the cult.<br>


To the inquisitor - and let us see who speaks with serpent's tongue.


You know I can set you, and possibly myself, on fire, right?


I love him so much.


Time to press ahead.


The disc is moving. Lady Shar has granted passage to the next step of her Gauntlet.


<i>But now, without the Nightsong, he is vulnerable. End him, in my name, Shadowheart. Let him see you in your splendour, before you shut his eyes forever.</i>


Ha! I do like you, you know. You've got fire.


NO! Not again - my flesh still stings from her claws!


This mirror is ancient - all the way back to the time of Gorothir. Almost like a window to the Shadowfell.


Baretha - see their skulls split and their corpses examined, on Vlaakith's command.


Look at that.


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


Is that so? Well, you've piqued my curiosity.


You - you'll do no such thing.


Under your watch, it almost succeeded.


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


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


I'm afraid Article 30.1.7 stipulates that religious or spiritual assertions cannot count towards one's proof of self-sufficiency.


Woaaaah. Is he all right?


I'd be more pleased if you joined them...


Hm.


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


Ugh. As if we won't be covered in it soon enough.


I hope you've cleared your schedule, darling, because I need my Dribbles found. You will be compensated, of course.


We got more than ya can handle. And our priestess keeps us fightin' even if someone sticks a few holes in us.


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


*HENKHOUSE - keep out.*


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Is that so? If you are above the General's chief advisor, you must be most <i>impressive</i>.


(...bathed in a tenday... ate all the onions...)


But it was a<i> lie</i>. They used a Motivator, probably laughed as collars activated - burning my friends, my family, from the inside out.


Sorry, Chef.


Signum arcanum!


Barrelstalks, full of poison. The myconids will release it if threatened.


Buff


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Cutting to the chase.


<i>Fight your way to the portal. I need your help!</i>


Now that that's settled, we can get to finding a healer.


Fine, I'll save you.


Thank you, magic!


If only the kith'rak saw my martial prowess, she'd make me a sarth.


Afraid. Afraid of the Thorm.


It won't be hard to keep their scent. That foul blood is everywhere.


This crossbow is too well designed to be made by duergar.


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


Kled helped kill the hag's redcap - she must be so angry. Stop her, please - before she finds Kled!


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Sir, good sir. Give me three days, and -


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


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Ease off, eh mate? I don't even let Phos kiss me arse like that.


Better take a closer look.


I really shouldn't have.


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


The hamstered fool - once more stumbling across Bhaal's bloody path.


Effort v6


What's in here?


If you don't have anything to donate, you can get going.


Curious.


Moving ahead.


((*vile beast. cure the Rot. <b>end it</b>*))


Dodge


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


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


Pain is proof that we live! Revel in it.


I'm here for you. I believe I can help with the parasite lurking within.


You know, this might be the easy part. No planning. No doubt. Just the impossible task ahead - so try to have a little <i>fun</i>, yes?


I bet it's cold too. Such a pity.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


You know, if you and your love ever wish to enjoy the waters with me, I could attempt a kelpie... or even a porpoise.


Well, some rest's better than none.


So, dear Arfur's been converting toys into deadly traps? Very naughty...


Thank you. I truly hope it doesn't come to that.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Frange!


But you're right - I should give them some space.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


What are you doing? Turn it off!


Tonitrus!


Their efforts weren't enough though. And they paid a harsh price.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


'Annihilate'.


The first hit's free, eh? Fine - I'll humour you, mortal. Just this once.


That makes sense, True Soul - you clearly don't know the meaning of the word.


I don't talk to dead scabs, scab. Keep moving.


- and sharp as Vlaakith's own silver blade. But there's something missing, isn't there?


This is Lolth's descent into the Underdark. Looks like her drider champions tearing open some mind flayers.


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


Getting back broken over Nightsong's knee / dying 2


There's even an inscription on here, in the same language as on the ballroom door.  Not that I can read a word of it.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Let me leave an example of how it's done: '<i>Two visitors to vault. Escorted by Head Banker himself. Large human, bald. Middling half-elf, elderly.'</i>


You don't know who you're messin with. I'll kill you and eat you like that dwarf!


Justice is not so gentle.


I suppose that's the subtle approach dispensed with.


...sorry... careful...


<i>...Where is he?!</i>


Though one guest is notably missing. A former lover. From time to time, Astarion doth ponder inviting him, but deemeth it beneath a lord.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Resarcio!


It can't be. Another vile trick -


Here he is - the hero of the hour.


Minsc's metaphor could not have been clearer.


He's expecting you - hasn't forgotten what you did for him at Moonrise.


Very well.


Work in progress. I'm sure its maker will stitch it into something recognisable.


Gods. I never thought...


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


I suppose I should really free Scratch before I expect him to come running...


The ring's inscription is familiar... That ancient door bore similar glyphs. If only I understood it.


EXPLOIT HIS PIDDLING WEAKNESSES AND MAKE HIM GROVEL


And answers. Justice. Ten years of her life back. All manner of things we cannot give her.


You, a guard? Huh. Have to admit, you are more than a little... threatening.


Very well - we know our duty.


She is - was - useless, and interfered with production quotas. You were wise to remove her from this world.


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


Should have watched your footing.


But<i> I </i>don't change, not really. So maybe I won't come back. Maybe the game will end with me.


He locked us in. That... can't be good.


*Loosening your purse strings usually suffices, but not today. Your sins demand blood, not gold.*


Gone. Off to his next victim already.<br>


There - in the cage!


<i>Agh</i>... she's still intent on hurting me.


What was that?!


*Your threats have no effect. This is an unflappable pigeon.*


Ship's going to buckle. I need to get to the helm.


I'm surprised you haven't heard of it.


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


No, all I want now is a meal, a rest, and perhaps a nightcap to round it all off.


Hmmm.


You spherical git.


Hm. I could really use an instruction book.


Falling<br>var 2


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


*Reality dawns. You've been outsmarted by an ogre.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Th-they're dead! W-we gotta hide!


Configo!


Poxy pissered pervert!


He sacrificed everything in order to save our lives, Lae'zel. That ought to count for something to you.


Wyrm's Crossing - the 'Welcome' mat of Baldur's Gate.


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


All right. If we're going to do this, then let's do this.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


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


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


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


<i>Death would be a release.</i>


Selûnite. An offence to the eyes.


This calls for careful footwork.


Nautiloid! Need to get to the brain - <i>now</i>.


Invoco te<br>v3


Splay the fingers like so, and... <i>damn it!</i> Why won't it cast?


With the accompaniment of cacophonous tunes and gaudy dancing, no doubt? I shudder to think.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


<i>Myconids.</i> Those bloody walking rotflowers left half my squad dead.


Listen here.


*You consider the tale. Vlaakith would call it profane. Only a heretic would think otherwise.*


Is someone... singing?


You strike me cleverer than most <i>istiki</i>, Gale. Multiple tutors, I should guess.


What are you doing? Come back and finish this yourself! You owe me that!


There's got to be another way in.


Admittedly, that's not saying much given our ongoing predicament. Nonetheless, I'm glad I woke up when I did.


<i>You may call me the Emperor.</i>


Already feeling better.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


That's it.


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


Ha! That's a good attitude.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Might do. But why bother? Thing sells in town for enough to make your eyes bulge.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


Voco vineae!<br>v3


For now.


Diminue!


The light of life.


*The hound relaxes, clearly accustomed to this show of deference within its master's chamber.*


You'd better stock up, woman.


Good, we were told to expect you.


*This necromancer has Ketheric's trust. Helping him could be just what you need to gain acccess to the man himself.*


I wonder where else these 'toys' have ended up. Who do you target with exploding bears?


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Faster, shitheads!


That head of yours must be mixed up. The slaves are for the General. <i>End of.</i>


A tressym - wings and all. Never saw one in real life.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Aye. Feels like something down here has them excited... or scared.


Your blind loyalty will be your undoing, Lae'zel. Fight with me. For your own survival.


Then pluck a tune and our guide will come scuttling.


CoughIll<br>var 2


Weak


*Artillery*


Runepowder. Do you know what it is?


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


Tread carefully now.


You're having fun, aren't you?


Closed Mouth Effort


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Hag can't have gone far.


The General's advisor is back. Anyone left in the cells better start praying.


Seems to be stuck.


The Absolute's voice is gone, but I still hear its echoes - reflections of reflections.


A new type of smokepowder. All the bang and boom of the original, but with an extra surprise. I call it the <i>Brilliant Retort</i>.


I'm on my way.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Your move, Mol.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Configo!


This is no ordinary flask. Gale? Best if you handle this.


Real war devil horns. The books undersold just how big they are...


Plenty of pointless banging about. The only highlight was when the cleric here promised me a bit of milk that has yet to materialise.


But what if I were smaller? More discreet? Maybe then a kind soul might bring me through, right in their little pocket?


You look like an upstanding sort. Surely you can turn a blind eye to a little... food-bartering, eh?


Where's our dream guardian?


So, Astarion. Vampire dens - what should I expect?


I cannot imagine it was an easy thing to reject Lae'zel's advances.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


I know my mission. Nothing will turn me from it.


I'm sure you're lovely, but you see - strangers - it's difficult. You understand.


Have some more wine, that'll sort you. Hair of the worg an' all that.


One of the perils of travelling with Jaheira.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Careful, there's a trap here.


Circus clothes? What an end for Dribbles the clown.<br>


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


They're slaughtering us now!


I can't say I would have made the same call, but each to their own.


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


You'll find them sealed in the cells below the palace. Although you might not like what you find.


May your road be kind.


Oh. We met in the grove? You helped me finish my song - the Weeping Dawn?


Corpses without hands are showing up all over the city. Together with dioramas of death and murder. It has to be connected.


Of course - we are born performers.


*He sees through your eyes. You slice through one devil after another - Zariel's servants - as your eyes dart around, seeking escape.*


Impossible, I assure you.


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


*You can only dream of a world where you're a peaceful, harmless, babbling buffoon.*


But let us spare the pretence. It seems you and I have more to speak of than your heart's struggles.


Not now. Places to be.


((*you shall never again know <b>home</b>*))


What happened here? It's hard to make any sense of this mess.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Perfectly fine. The accommodation leaves much to be desired, but it will suffice for now.


These melodies...


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


You wished to deceive Sarevok <i>and</i> your allies? The intent pleases, but the execution lacks finesse.


Back again! Wanna dagger? Or a bow? Need more arrows? Need a spear?


*There she stands. Mystra. Gale's goddess. His lover. His past. And no ordinary idol.*


Looks empty.


*Even bound, its will is stronger than anything you've ever felt - the chains shake, threatening to break at any moment.*


Sarcasm at the ready.


What else? I don't know what you mean. We're purveyors of smokepowder.


Bet he'd taste real good, too.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


Find me in the city - once you see what it's become, you'll know that I and I alone can stop it.


Don't do it, Astarion. Thousands will die unless you stay your hand.


There you are! My friend.


That's good... right?


Time for you to leave, I think, kin. And <i>do not</i> touch the egg.


*The image of an orange-haired cat asleep before a fireplace comes to you. What came of it?*


Run. Do not stop until you feel sunlight and fresh air.


As do I. Sometimes the acts are not dissimilar.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Blasted door! I - what? Stop! Not another step or I'll...


Cerys. Scout. Seems we missed one another at the grove, but the others told me how you helped us.


Yes? Barnabus and the boys get antsy if I'm distracted for too long.


So you choose to leave him a vagrant, destined to be swept from the gutters and discarded?


Give me. GIVE ME.


Mors tua, vita mea!


What in the hells, Astarion? You bit me!


Curious setup. Think I'll keep my distance.


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


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


I've ne'er a potion or lotion here that could do it, but...


Yes, they will.


Wouldn't take much to send that stone crashing downwards...


We should be so lucky.


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


*Alexander Rainforest. Meticulous in life, mellifluous in death.*


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


I'll wait a little longer. What a bleedin' waste it'd be to come all the way down here for nothing.


Weep, cry, beg! It doesn't matter - I'm gonna wrap up your innards and gift 'em to Auntie!


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


This place is... enlightening. My own crèche, K'liir, is remote and sunless, cloaked in the silence of wildspace.


The master has always been... strict. But we're better for it.


There's one of these things in my brain right now. Blech.


Gothic. Decadent. Vulgar. This place clearly had quite the influence on Astarion's tastes.


With the Stone Lord off my back, I'll be able bring my people out of hiding. Cobble together a force so we're ready when you call on us.


You should come with us.


Ah! Not so fast, petal.


Hope that wasn't a lie; I hope we do get to meet up with Fytz, when this is all over.


I can soothe your pain.


I left me wife, me kids behind, for fear of infecting them. They were only babes.


*Worse still, you are falling for him. Maybe the Dark Lady wish for your heart to be hers alone.*


*Long-dead warriors, clad in dark cloaks and fearsome armour. For what cause did they perish?*


*Lady Shar sent you on this mission - did she know that this is where it would lead?*


Oh, I don't know. I've fed on things that would disgust most vultures.


Some just grow to love their chains, I suppose.


I'm going to join her there when the gates open.


What is it they say? Ah yes - 'Curiosity killed the kobold.' <br>


Citius!


The traveller returns! None can resist the allure of the Circus of the Last Days. Enter and witness our extraplanar delights!


Fiat lux!


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


Hence, thy caution when it came to the continuation of thine own life.


<i>Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!</i>


Hey. Where's mum and pops?


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Time to put your trickery to good use, hag.


Poxy pissered pervert!


Be quick about your rest. We must hurry towards the crèche.


Roughly translated: 'idealist do-gooder'. Or better yet, 'benevolent burden'.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


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


You're one of the lucky ones, then. Everyone else I've spoken to has been flat out refused - men, women, children, young and old. It's been chaos.


It's a sad day in the 'Maid. A sad and bloody day.


When you have the stomach for the work, you are welcome to return.


Time to get going.


There's even a pamphlet. Take one - they're on the desk.


Not sure. Maybe whatever keeps them going is similar to my tin can.


Gracious as well as impressive - a fine combination.


As you wish. I stand at the ready.


At least this camp has bright-burning fires to stave off the shadows.


Para bellum!<br>v2


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


Ira!


*The murderous glare of a redcap - a fey creature known for its bloodlust - greets you.*


You're making me regret my decision to join you.


A fine choice! I can think of some nightshades that are deliciously fatal.


You're a stranger. I don't like strangers.


Can't say I was sure of you until this very moment, 'True Soul'. But you gave us a chance.


Please, if you find him, let me know.


Time to get this thing fired up.


I just want to go home.


Barbarian Roar


Our fates are entwined - more than you may realise. Ketheric's cult put that parasite in your head. There's no obscenity too vile for him.


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


Not concentrating... my magic... not focused...


And it is my people who need protecting from you. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


Tell them the Steel Watch isn't needed anymore.


Good luck, and thanks ever so much.


Watch it!


<i>A curious thing - to enter into a devil's home, and make it out alive.</i>


Ubi es?


The path less travelled.


Vos curo!


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Archduke Gortash is the future of this city. What a glorious future it will be.


Let's kill it. Kill it and stuff it - for Auntie.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


That bastard broke his nose! What is this place?


All mine.


You want it? It's yours! It's all yours!


Effort v12


Gathered guests, grant ye consent?


Might be useful.


No trap, Boo. Probably no trap.


See? Look, Gherva, I'll only break his left knee. You can come along and make sure I don't overdo it. For Helm, you know?


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Bene curatur!


Victory v3


Astarion chose right. And any well-trained githyanki would have chosen the same.


Huzzah! Should this prove embarassing, just imagine the audience in the nude.


What a beautiful cowl. Gale would just eat this up.


What to choose?


Heh. Do not tease what you will not deliver, dear one.


Don't worry. I'll free you.


<i>Bollocks. </i>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


I am the Chosen, and you are nothing. Follow. <i>See.</i>


Scarcely worth the effort.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Esurio!


Weapon blueprints. A master blacksmith's work.


You forget - it was I who planned every step of our escape.


Who's there? Show yourself!


I am the one who asks the questions. She is the one who answers. You are the one who remains silent.


Numerous corpses - but my eyes are drawn to the drow, all dressed alike.


*They want the ones from the ship. Darkness and sun, barely contained.*


Wow, not seen someone like you before - not even in the gazette illustrations!


The people you meet, I swear...


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


You are the saviour of the Sword Coast. You are the murderer of death itself. You are the source of my joy.


The price of your soul won't cover the damage you have caused!


Spiders... in the dark.


A dictionary of an ancient language? Hardly surprising for a vampire's lair.


At least we can talk freely, now that <i>she</i> is gone. What can I do for you?


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


It's a win-win.


Huh?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


I-I got lost. I was following a kitty.


Well - whatever you're into.


We can lay down later.


Is that Shar's voice? Not present in person, surely...


Please, just a quick story. It would really make their day.


No more? Not one for gluttony, I see.


I don't hear anything.


*You are hungry.*


I've no doubt she will satisfy your tastes for endless conversation.


You're keen. Just don't get carried away - some of those guts might be of more use to us unspilled, at least for a while.


There's still life left in this old thing.


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


The sussur tree's native to the Underdark, if my teachings were correct.


You spoke to a silver sword - and you still live? Curious. We shall see what Kith'rak Therezzyn makes of this.


We slay Karlach, and we save these souls from eternal damnation. Justice will be served.


Time!


Lady Shar may have honoured you, but I  prefer silence to conversation. Even with you.


No discussions - head back the way you came.


What say we take our mind off things with a little fun?


Funny. And what do you see, exactly?


*You are swallowed by a chorus of frenzied music. Through one creature sing many voices: the harmony of a myconid collective.*


Can't reach camp from here, soldier. You'll have to wait to throw me over. So sorry.


Wildshape... that was no ordinary bear - that was a druid. Need to see the corpse.


The dormitory. This is where the spawn were kept when we were getting neither the carrot nor the stick.


Of course.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


Looks like a githyanki, if the armour is anything to go by.


My blade is my right. If I can take your life, it is <i>mine</i>. But perhaps you have other uses...


It does, however, give you plenty of time to prepare your admission thesis. A brisk thirty-thousand words should be more than sufficient.


Gortash, Ravengard, Portyr. They're the same, if you ask me. Not that I'd tell Lady Alia.


Menzoberranzan. Not the sort of place you can just stroll into.


It was another day in the city of lies. Baldur's Gate - where the people begged for justice until they starved.


Effort v9


Keep steady. We're closing in.


Hm.


A thief in the night, greedy and here to take.


I've raided warships. Fought every beastie the sea can throw at you, and I've never flinched - not once.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Damn thing is jammed shut. Won't turn like this.<br>


Let me stay the night, and I'll take you to the grove in the morning. <i>Please.</i>


You deserve to be vaunted, adored. Statues in your image should stand on every square. A whole generation of babies should be named in your honour... but it will not be so.


Dark Lady, help me strike true.


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


The very one - and my idiot self didn't realise 'til I was fingers-deep in his pockets. Won't be making that mistake again.


A <i>ghaik</i> training dummy. Practically tore my wrist off practising on one of these as a child.


...but you know that, of course... erm... don't you?


Go on up, if you fancy. Me? I'd sooner take a swim in the Darklake.


So many authentic devillish items - a diabolist's at work here.


Blessed Mystra, that's lovely.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Attack<br>var 3


*The nurse has nothing to say - or, perhaps, can say nothing at all.*


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Enjoy the Blushing Mermaid.


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


((*we will find truth in dream*))


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


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' The warning went unheeded, it seems...


Quite the lively little pond, aren't you?


Heh. I still can't seem to get that song out of my head.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Beautiful, isn't it? It's my little refuge for the lost and hopeless.


Home to Menzoberranzan, once I've caught my breath.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


I feel it, though. My very being, draining out of me.


Her disappearing act is starting to wear thin.


I think I've decided on your name, too - it's after the hero who saved us. You're gonna love it.


Transformation magic. I've never seen it for myself.<br>


Oi! I've been waitin' for the mark - where's the priestess off to?


Well. It seems we're not invited.


I'll get you out of there.


This guy's tryin' to poison us! Kill him!


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


I'm afraid this burden is one I have to carry alone.


C'mon, let's go!


Hello, old friend! Or so I assume. I used to know everybody around town, but now I'm a new man.


Yes, friend! We must stand together against these parasites.


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


*You try to grab him, but it's too late. He's gone.*


Hey - the guards have gone stone mad. Get me out of here before they come back, please!


Simple.


Don't make me burn you to a crisp.


Back off! We've got bombs in here and we're not afraid to use them!


Oh - of course. I'm sorry if I misunderstood.


Here it comes.


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


Free from the curse, now - perhaps she'll find peace.


Voco flagella!


The circus is gone...


Then you know what must be done.


Sine metu!<br>v2


This place has known no leader but the Mother Superior. Change will be... curious.


Vampires thrive in the darkness even more than I do. Best wait 'til morning before we strike.


And... my father?


Citius!


Imagine our luck. We set up a desperate camp in the middle of a curse, in the heart of an evil cult - and who should emerge from the darkness but <i>you</i>.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


I am reminded of <i>The Braeryn</i>, the Stenchstreets of Menzoberranzan where the sick and the outlawed make their homes.


Dying Burning<br>v2


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


Look, you can't fight her. She's too strong. Turn around. I'm done running. I'll buy you what time I can.


You were not asked to find her. You were asked to kill her.


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Voss! I call on your might!


They look like scribes, despite the weapons. No surprise that they died, then...


A tressym. Cat and hawk in one, with twice the appetite for hamster.


CoughIll
var 4


Extra Recovered <br>V4


Don't do it. The weapon is how I protect you.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


I'm sorry, Wyll. But there's no more I can give.


Something on your mind?


Better not be cursed.


Look at all those fires - it's a horde of beasts and brutes. Let's not get too close.


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


Just between us, I don't believe everything I hear from Director - sorry, <i>Archduke </i>Gortash. He's entirely too slick to be trustworthy.


Let's go.


*The question flows through your mind: who are you, really, that you could be guilty of such bitter business?*


This is gonna be a rush.


Ramazith's arcane artillery is more than ready to demolish your enemies and mine. Give the word, and you will not be disappointed.


Whole city has gone to pot - thank Umberlee for the 'Maid.


Long may he reign.


Oh, but surely we're safe with one of Nine-Fingers' big strapping boys to protect us.


And I don't suffer fools, Lorroakan.


Delicious.


First, we fell the false prince. Next, the elder brain. And I will ascend to my queen in glory.


Greetings, in the Absolute's name. You have been charged with - guiding us...


I <i>knew </i>it.


A pleasure more carnal than the smell of a fresh kill.


So glad to have you. Truly.


Dying Burning


Obedi me!<br>v2


Hah. So ferocious.


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


Do that again, and I'll split your skull, understand?<br>


*A calm settles over you. The elder brain is a menace - but you are the Blade of Avernus. No abomination is too powerful for you to overcome.*


Tenebra!


I'm running out of patience. Desist.


I broke bread and evil bones with a child of Bhaal. Minsc is not so judgey as you, my friend, so long as Wyll's deed was done for good.


He had a granddaughter?! What are you saying, Devella, of course he did. If there's one thing you can rely on a Bhaalspawn to do, it's to spread their Lord's seed. Vigorously.


Not praying. Not quite. I was just... practising an incantation.


Te curo!<br>v2


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


Come here...


Can't keep me out.


While they're busy.


My child, <i>please</i>... have mercy.


We've already found enough magic to soothe its disquiet, if you'll just give me what I need.


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


Find us once you're done. Twice the reason to celebrate now, eh?


*North - Rosymorn Monastery. West - Moonrise Towers. South - Waukeen's Rest.*


<i>Ra'stil...</i> You bring great honour on Crèche Y'llek this day. The Inquisitor will be pleased.


Gods! Camping with the mother-in-law has been utter hell. Maybe I should just go on ahead into the city without her. Scouting, like.


Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring, when we meet this goblin priestess.


Another day, another scar.


Here comes the hamster!


This is your chance. Stand with me. Name me your new master. We will get our revenge, <i>and</i> you will all live again.


Someone bringing back the bloody puzzle section.


I see it. Your head is filled with evil. There is no goodness there.


Remarkable that this stayed hidden all this time.


Yes.


I imagine Ethel thinks the same.


Yes, but it has abundant natural resources. Spores, waterorbs, trillimac! I've studied them for years.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Dying Burning<br>v2


What is this place?


Voss, friend to the Comet.


To wit: go to Gortash's secret prison, and I'll help you spring your daddy free.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


You're from outside, aren't you? I can tell. You walk different to the others. Less... directed.


Well done, True Soul. We will put her to work.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


Her victory was hollow, of course. Frankly, I expected better of you - did Mol <i>ask</i> to have your god win the game for her?


She's toying with me. What does she want?


<i>I did whatever it took to get what I wanted. Just like he would've.</i>


I already said I'd make the kid's coffin. Bugger off, will you?


- oh, you meant 'be kinder'? Pet bunnies, that sort of thing?


I was concerned that your pursuit of a cure might cloud your final days. I am glad I was wrong.


You seem overburdened with hangers-on already.


I suppose you're right - we still see only a part of the picture, however much our visitor claims to show the full vista of options at our disposal.


Come, I will acquaint you with the Lady's dark-fingered embrace.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


I hope we chose the right ally.


It's not my fault. He's the one who twisted our minds. He's the <i>snake</i>.


Little sis'... missing...


Auribus teneo lupum!


Hang on, we need to find a way out of this chamber as well!


Secured.


And Raphael will fly home furious.


You saved Arabella from the druids. Don't know what those bastards would have done.


This'll help.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


You've tracked me down again, my friend. Would that I had as much luck with the beast I'm hunting.


PRAISE THE ABSOLUTE!


If they print that story in their rag, there'll be hells to pay.


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice.


She wants the same thing we do. To save the city.


<i>Tnak</i>. Fine. Hope Gribbo drinks it. At least then she'll shut up 'bout her bloody pigeon!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


The only doll in a githyanki crèche is an illithid practice dummy.  <i>Shock.</i>


Come see me in the city sometime, huh? I'll repay this and then some.


Magis amica veritas!


Hellooooooo! Want to talk? I love to talk.


Bite them. <i>Kill </i>them?


My, erm - my words get away from me. You'll have to ask Derryth. She knows the ins and outs.


I... I don't know. Lady Shar expects me to act without question... but I need to think. I need to be sure this is what I want.


Astarion's deserted us. Couldn't abide the journey, no doubt.


Ah. Well, there's no faulting that logic. At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.


Spare me the petty tyrant routine - you're better than that.


ENTRY IS AUTHORISED. MISCONDUCT WILL BE RECORDED.


Enough to break your heart.


Effort v9


<i>One Netherstone remains.</i>


I got you some flowers, mum. I know you like the blue ones, so I asked if they had any blue ones.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


Leave, I beg of you. A Motivator is all that stands between my daughter and an agonising death.


Please, don't count me out just because of your condition. I'm always up for a challenge.


I am coming for you, my love.


Orin's game is abduction, is it? Well - we can't stand idly by. We've got an ally to rescue.


They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!


Lastly, I would ask for your discretion today. We have some... other clients visiting below.


Hey!


A cleric? You'll find no quarter here - for you, or the one you serve.


You. Listen.<br>


Time!


Odious words, but I must speak them: in this matter, I believe the Emperor speaks true.


Blood near the bed.<br>


Damn this fog.


You wound me, spawn. I always deal fairly.


Malleus! v2


<i>My old sword - my first purchase as an adventurer. No use to me anymore. It's yours, if you want it.</i>


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


Take the weight off. You've earned it.


Quiet. And very dark.


Somebody stole the idol. If I find out who it was... I'll recruit 'em.


Quiet - it's the middle of Dribbles' show!


If it does, bring me back again. <i>You must.</i> For the sake of many.


A mistake? It's a <i>damned</i> - gods damn it, we're not ready for this.


Yes, Boo - I <i>am</i> becoming something of a philosophiser.


That door feels like a furnace. Best be careful opening it.


Watch your tongue, spawn. I need the illithid alive - you are expendable.


This is my only opportunity to learn the truth. About the Crown, the orb, all of it. Why try to keep me from it?


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


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


Mors animae!


Looks like the goblins found her.


Stand!


Man, you're like... the best guy I ever met. Just got 'im... got Crusher to kiss yer feet... foot.


My <i>becoming</i>... Unholy... Assassin...


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


Para bellum!<br>v2


Well hurry. They gotta be somewhere. And I don't want 'em worrying.


Next time, we might want to consider leaving well enough alone.


Hush. Fret not so. You are quite ready, aren't you, sisters?


Grooves and ridges here. Still fresh, too.


Ain't they gonna let us inside?


Oh, you're back.


I'm just trying to do my bit, same as everyone else.


Let me back in, or bring Lorroakan out here, you tin tube.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Almost... have it...


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


Please head inside - don't let me keep you from the celebrations.


These cultists seek a weapon. Could they mean the artefact that we carry?


Sounds like a fight out there.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


Waiting with bated breath.<br>


Why even bother with this one?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Urrrggh! Now I have to start again thanks to you.


I'd like some time to talk.


Good team, us.


A mistake that would cost your life - if you posed any real danger.


It's been so long since I... since...


Thank... you.


Danis didn't make it back, did he?


Oh <i>gods </i>no. No no no. My friend, it is my turn to save <i>you</i> - from the <i>disgusting </i>tripe-garb my sister has adorned you with.


Merregon's mask. When they die, they just kind of vanish. All but the mask.


Resisto frigus!


I want my people to enjoy themselves tonight - then I want them out of bed and moving by dawn.


Damn, he's gotten away.


I don't think that statue's eyes are glowing to provide illumination. Best be careful.


Damn you... fine. I'll see what I can do. Maybe I'll manage to take a goblin down with me.


If you're here to see the <i>sa'varsh</i>, you'll have to wait until he's 'made his point.'


...and the Grand Design will be stopped. An honourable contingency, Gale. And one I mean to avoid.


A helpful hand.


Pretty gem... though surely not authentic.


Personally, I don't see why we <i>need</i> the Steel Watch.


Now if you don't mind, I need to draft a report to my superiors before I forget it all. But don't worry, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you.


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


Gale's ambitions are far more modest now, but he did not return to Waterdeep. He chose to continue adventuring, away from the confines of his tower.


Lies, Lae'zel - every last one. There is no purification, no ascension.


You! I knew you'd been mucking with our beer! You poisoned us!


Impero te!


Effort v6


Over here!


You should go. Leave us here. We shouldn't be out there. We'd hurt our families.


We certainly will.


Bold of you to ask. The others knew of the forge's defences, its operation... but <i>I</i> know where to find it.


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - a mighty barbarian, for example - is a different matter.


Whoa. That isn't good.


Did you not get enough of an eyeful back with Raphael?


*And what of the orb? Will you still be able to control when it explodes when you can barely control yourself?*


The woman's a menace. I say it's time for a chat.


I'm tempted to cheer at the sight of these dead duergar, but there are still gnomes trapped behind those rocks.


A rising star, you say?


You can't! The Absolute will <i>crush</i> you!


These tracks... goblins?


Locked up in Wyrm's Rock. Hardly the homecoming I expected.


Even good boys need a moment to catch their breath.


Before I went to Avernus, I'd have agreed with you. Nothing quite like Baldur's Gate, is there?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Does this count as adventuring?


Search carefully, sir. The good things are usually either behind glass, or buried under a stack of loathsome picture papers.


I'm sure she left some hair. Or teeth.


Forever, ideally. And you assume too much about what I can and cannot tell.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


<i>Killed... her...</i>


Dolor!


Empty.


That's absolutely vile. Unsurprising of Zariel, but vile all the same.


Orin's toying with me. What is she after?


I'm afraid that's not an option. I'm quite stubborn, you see.


Villainy! Boo saw your crimes, and even now squeaks for your blood! But you saved Minsc - for this, you live. <i>Unless</i> we meet again.


How many times has she died and returned? How much agony has she endured...?


Go on. Drink, make it drank, be drunk. You and I both, to our good health.


You do not gain true knowledge by demanding it of others. It must be earned.


Pardon the viscera. One should cherish all of nature's bounty... but goblin guts are quite far down the list.


*Fungal roots weave through your mind, poking you, warning you...*


*The elemental shudders slightly, but you don't get its meaning.*


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


I sense magic - those boots, perhaps.


*The door twitches but stays firm.*


I want to have a word.


Mustn't question the great shadow mother, must we?


*The mural depicts druid and beast fighting together to drive monsters from their land.*


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Slippery thing. Need to get a hold of it.


Indeed. Though I wondered if you might have some empathy for him... both being former disciples of Shar.


Tempestas!


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


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


I need help.


Kagha! What is the meaning of this?


*His arms are too tight and too low for a comfortable hug - as if he's meant to be embracing someone slightly shorter.*


Then let's have some fun.


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


Wouldn't go in there, 'less you fancy blowing your bones all the way to Baldur's Gate.


I can see your mind at work, my friend. But it's too late. Time to let go...


The Inquisitor awaits. At last, someone competent.


By Balduran's helm, only a fiend or fool would bargain with this damnable creature.


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


Let's hope this Z'rell likes what we have to say.


Careful. This thing's warded with a magic spell.


Demento te!<br>v3


But don't forget who signed away his own father's life when Ravengard's finally bled.


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


A clown's decapitated head? Is this modern art or just murder?


And... I... met... you...


Even in this dark hour, there are some things to take heart in.


We did what we did. Let's just see this through to the end.


Are those bite-marks on your neck, or did you contract some unpleasant rash from the vampire?


'Scuse me, sir - gotta concentrate on the meat.


If I didn't believe it before, I certainly do now.


Be wary, this place is trapped.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Someone forgot to oil their equipment. Everything here is rusted to the Hells and back.


Invisibilis!


I wonder what's hiding down in all that darkness.


I feel a presence here - a power. The patron god of this place?


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


STILL BO-RING.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Wish I had a drink...


Hear me out - our friends are trapped in the cave-in. And I know a way to get them out.


Don't make me hurt them!


Dying Burning<br>v3


Yes! That's my first <i>negotiation</i>. Here. Pleasure doing business with you.


<i>Dance upon the stars tonight.</i>


I once spent weeks convalescing in the Hospice of St Laupsenn after a nasty bout of ruddy pox. For all their kindness, leaving that place behind felt like freedom to me.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Oh, mrag. You sold us out? To the bloody drow?


Are you sure it's not the flowers you're smelling? You may be allergic.


Vincere est vivere!


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Thank you, thank you!


Feel the joy of Umberlee lap against your soul!


That did the trick, all right. And... down it goes.


My Mezzoberranzan love is always cocked aready.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Fortunate for his tongue he didn't say it to <i>me</i>.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gale might be interested.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


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


Come on, wake up.


Compassion doesn't make coffins. That said, I could bump someone else to the back of the queue.


There we have it. Lorroakan the immortal.


I need you, my love.


Ah!


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


I won't keep you waiting.


How d'you miss the <i>barrel</i>?! Ain't even movin'!


This is an atrocity. It must be avenged.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>How many hosts have these <i>ghaik</i> infected?


You're going to make me cry, damn you.


You are a child of Gith. You train relentlessly. You know your body inside and out.


Bit of caution never hurt.


Sphaera mortis!


Effort v4


No point reading the Gazette - you might as well be reading the walls of a tavern privy.


You cow her so easily? I had thought I sensed more strength to her. Perhaps not... We shall begin.


She did.


Another day, another fight.


Alfira, I'm all right.


Let it be done. The Jewel of the Coast will shine ever bright, welcoming the weak and the weary, from wherever they hail.


All right, so maybe I was fishing. No fooling you.


Let's hope there are no more frogs.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This cannot - <i>must </i>not - be our fate.


Secreti umbrarum!


First Kanon, now Memnos...


Wow - you're really selling it, dad.


Light on my feet.


You don't know who you're messin with. I'll kill you and eat you like that dwarf!


As the Blade, I've faced untold brutes and beasts. Together we've seen illithid horrors most souls could merely fathom.


Attack Critical<br>var2


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


All goes in, none comes out.


What a sad situation - the once proud tieflings of Elturel reduced to beggars.


Invoco te!<br>v2


No. Olly didn't remember either, did you Olly?


Those who live in desperate times often reach for desperate solutions. I fear we have both lived in such times, but there is still hope for you.


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


Something's buzzing. That collar, I think.


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


So, you're going to war with Vlaakith? Going to break your chains in Baldur's Gate?


In Bhaal's name.


Nice and quiet now.


Time to push my luck again.


I am just holding it for my hamster.


Inquisitor W'wargaz will surely be satisfied with today's training session. <i>Surely</i>.


Rent is due soon. I was thinking I could do some busking?


She's scared she won't be... a good mum. But... she will. I know it...


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Karlach - NO! Boo, we must heap more fuel upon her flames!


Goblins ahead!


Ah, no shadow curse, plenty of funerary decor - I almost feel at home.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


He couldn't just walk away, could he? Stupid man.


A slate written in ancient <i>tir'su </i>- more princely stories, I'd guess. Lae'zel will know for certain.


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


No - <i>go away!</i>


Dear child, the goblins have blood on their minds. I am leaving - I suggest you do the same.


Impero tibi!


Effort v7


A good opportunity.


Pus-supping maggot.


Recovered <br>V4


I could listen to this forever...


It's going to blast us. Get behind cover!


Stand aside. My time has come.


The hatchling who rejected her queen.


End of the line, Guildy - you shouldn't've trusted those mice you call men.


Those are... just words. I'm talking about lives. Go away and leave me to my grief.


I dunno. I don't think Mol would like that...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


No, I wasn't. And if he thinks he can sell off my armoury without telling me... <i>narg mragreshem</i>.


Connor? CONNOR!


Do you drown in despair already? But there's so much more to do.


Don't you dare subject me to petty lies.


What of Vlaakith? What of our liberty?


Some power for the taking.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


This place is trapped.


Time to save our skin again, Isobel!


But she's dead now. She can't hurt anyone anymore. You are our protector - Tyr's blessings are upon you.


*The city, its people, this very world will descend into unimaginable darkness. It would be the end of everything.*


Good riddance. No good could come of its reign.


I won't let them take you.


Yeah. Bit drunk in here.


Omnia mutantur!


Always at your side.


We've made a powerful ally today.


Now - get all these folks out of here before you get me into even more trouble.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Argh! It's screeching for help!


I'm sure it'll all come back to you. You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.


Help is here.


It won't budge.


What's past is past. We are here to discuss your future.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Indubitably.


Thou art saucy as gruel.


SmileClosed<br>var 2


*In this endless sea of understanding, you find truth. There is no cleansing, no ascension, no Chosen. You are Vlaakith's pawn, and nothing more.*


Boss's thinkin' of servin' it to the worgs. But first, Three, more stones. Make it nice an' bloody.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Yes. Yes, she'll do nicely.


A Magic Mouth spell - whoever owned that voice, they must be long dead.


Let it be so. <i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai!</i>


I think you're right. Not one to let emotions get in the way, I'd say.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Oh I'm the one you love? Well my dear, how could I say no?


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


So glad you're on our side.


Dwarf... Like me... Dresses in... red...


Flowers blooming in shadow. Exactly what Halsin said to look out for.


Inexpugnabilis!


We need all three stones if we're going to stand a chance.


Right now, I need nothing more than a kiss. Then we'll face what is to come, together. And claim the crown when the time comes.


This should help.


It's close. Ready yourself.


I do, but then I'm paid to think. You aren't. Shut up, hold your weapon straight, and keep your eyes open.


I don't want Zariel to have you. I can't stand it. But... it's done, isn't it?


((*you have served well, King-Bringer. but our work is not done*))


Attack Critical<br>var2


I just lost my patrol partner, and I've got no patience for talk. Get out of here.


Minsc would have a word. That word is 'hello!'


And if this blessed union should result in long term bliss, Auntie Karlach will be here to take the bairns off your hands whenever you wish.


Farewell, then. And may the path to the Towers rise to meet you.


I need a quick word.


Treachery! Heathens!


Better see if there is anything useful to be found upon it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


<i>We are new to our collective. Our - my birth was difficult. The vessel fought hard. It left me weak.</i>


What do you want from m-me?


Dialino!


Viam sapientiae!


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


We should see where it brings us.<br>


<i>Help </i>me? My - yes, my mind isn't what it used to be.


I wish I could kill that bloated sack of offal, but he may yet help us reach Ketheric.


Dying Burning<br>v4


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Falling<br>var 3


And no waveservants, at those depths.


Very mercenary of you. I wouldn't have done it any differently.


Here goes nothing.


Ma'am, you've been inspiring me since I was yea high.


Does this count as adventuring?


No. Only special. Only selected.


No, I'm not! Why ruin my deal when I was so close?


Mortem tuum sum!


I've got you.


Is that what matters to you? Sex without union, heat without heart? Did you not take joy in the dance?


Myconids. Just as I thought.


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


Caedo!


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


<i>Htak'a!</i>


One must be prepared at all times - an unfortunate demise awaits the hasty.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


*Shadowheart's mind is drenched in drink and confusion. She's killed before - enjoyed it, even.*


This is the wealthiest banking house on the Coast. Gods' ransom sitting under our feet.


We will speak soon enough. First, judgement must be passed.


Funny how these things go.


GruntAngry<br>var 3


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


What's this? For a ritual of some sort?


A tad cliché, but I've drunk to worse. To adventure, and all the dull investigation work it leaves in its wake.


They are called innards - not out-on-the-ground-ards. Idiot.


<i>Prostrate before your Throne of Blood... Heed our prayer, heed your call! </i>


I would have been compelled to offer a prayer to Shar here once... but no longer.


So choice three it is: we will fatten you with the artefacts you require. And when I need your aid, I'll make certain you return the favour.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


Let's see.


And with good potations, too.


You want... <i>me</i>... to... um, hah. Buggery.


*So, this was Orin's intention. A combat against a fellow scion of Bhaal, witnessed by the Lord of Murder himself.*


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


Stop that - gerrout of my head!


This won't be the last of them.


Broken. Must have been here a while.


Victory v2


We'll see you soon, Astarion. I'm going to remember this.


Karlach. The archdevil Zariel's gladiator, come to burn the Sword Coast to ash.


Yes love.


Go on, then.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Well look who it is. I was hoping you'd bound along.


Lord, archduke, god - I'll call Gortash what he wants, long as Lord Shattershield pays me for all this waiting around.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


You must kill the tyrant. Take the Netherstone from his corpse, and bring it to my temple.


Attack


Even in Baldur's Gate, I'm telling you, it's all about location.


*It seems your actions have earned you an enemy - and a fight.*


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Curious... a wealthy person's loss? The loss of valuables, surely.


Magical boots. Good for Gale, perhaps.


Bah. A cure must be our chief concern. Onward - purification awaits us.


Weak


Insolence bores me. It is obedience I require.


Nothing's happening... but it doesn't look broken.


I can. He let in outsiders, then rushed off - he's made one mistake after the other.


Into the fray.


Someone's going to answer for this.


What would Cal say? Heh. Probably to trust that Rolan knows what he's doing.


Quiet.


*Magma flows around you and into you, and the devil in you is awakened. The heat is unbearable, yet somehow not nearly <i>enough</i>. You crave still more.*


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


Really?


Squid... ship... fugitives... needs...


What did you do with the poor wretches?


I appreciate that some might find me a soft touch, but he's my <i>son</i>. I'll make no apology for looking out for him.


Time be short! Free Ogro... Free us!


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


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


It isn't? Shoot. What did you think, anyway?


At least you're honest. The manip'll deal with you.


*The bond with others can be useful, but you must be careful to not overstep the mark. In the end, Lady Shar's counsel is all you need.*


What's that sticking out of his pocket?


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


My word.


Just the sort of chap to have a chat with, I reckon.<br>


Some manner of opening behind those boxes.


Oh, but I am. Given what we learned of her mother, I see how similar we truly are.


Mystra soothes all pain.


These names upon the doors - famed wizards, each one.<br>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Of course not - it's not like he boasted about his secret lift.


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


Florrick... Ravengard's... confidante...


Can you <i>please</i> calm down?


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Dum vita est, spes est!


LIAR!


I'm all tingly. Nice, but why?


Who? Speak their name and I shall bring them the full force of Sharess' soporific glory!


No. Particularly not for sinners like us. But if push comes to shove, I'll meet you in the City of Judgement. We'll paint it red.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Ah, a passage to Neverwinter, Jewel of the North. Lovely, as cities go...


Moving in.


Cleaning up... Dolor... Messy...


<i>And I appeared to you in the form of someone you would trust - someone who wasn't a mind flayer. </i>


I hear you found a new lover.


Nothing? You're sure?


One down, millions live.


<i>Especially Absolutists disguised as adventurers! Lowest of the low...</i>


Blech. No. Mig stick to foe-flesh - nice and sweet.


They just keep coming. Send them to Amn, make them Athkatla's problem.


I understand. These cursed lands present a formidable obstacle.


We've got to dispel these shadows... somehow.


A mephit?!


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


So! You're an <i>adventurer</i>, right? How's that going?


*The simple truth. Jaheira, dead at your hand.*


Broken. Need to find another way.


Some manner of device. But to what end?


Ah, 'scuse me, Miss Drow.


Fine, here!


Good job. Now they're even more scared.


You couldn't just walk away, could you? Stupid man.


It stays with me - I'll kill to protect it. Already have.


Ah. That... does not sound encouraging.


Ouch. Well-earned.


The stakes are too high for me. I'm out.


There's a parasite nearby - you should take a closer look.


Bhaal's blade severs the soul itself. There is no resurrection from this.


No!


You're right. Sometimes I think people look at me and imagine my feelings can't be hurt.


<i>This was my gift to you. Power is not created; it merely changes from one form to another. Their pain becomes your might. Their suffering furthers your glory.</i>


I'm not letting Bells out of my sight. Should the druids try anything again... well, Kelemvor is going to be busy.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


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


Locked from the other side. I wonder what it's hiding.


Dying Deep Exhale


Any falls behind, I leave them for the Fist! And in no state to tell tales.<br>


He is...? Then I must see him. Insensible or not, <i>he knows something.</i>


Looks like there's a temple under this place - and something deadly sealed inside it.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Nere pities you, Thrinn. Your errors and excuses. And your sorry end.


No time for this.


This door is staying shut - just be sensible and leave!


If you think it's best, but I hope you're confident in your powers of persuasion. The last thing we need is another enemy to contend with.


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


Gone - just like that. That relic works in mysterious ways.


Effort v12


No point hanging around. We need to get ready for... for whatever comes next.


Nothing will stand in my way.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


You what?! But she was immortal. How could she... how could you...? She is the Moonmaiden's daughter. And you call yourself a Selûnite?!


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Recovered <br>V2


That did the trick, all right. And... down it goes.


Spare no one - cleanse the grove!


She - she has good reason, surely. Vlaakith is my faith, my - my very purpose.


A shining tower. A primitive depiction, but not unpleasant.


You can claim it so... but I don't think it will ever be true.


I worship Shar, Mistress of the Night - Selûne's twin and foe.


With haste.


I wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


You know, it does. There's always a bit of a veil about you - I guess it's the magic, but there's something else, too. Something I want to discover first-hand.


Sounds like they've captured themselves a bard...


I'm glad - though not envious.<br>


One of those exploding toys, half-stitched. Handle with care, I'd say.


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


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


Your siblings could use a dose of your cynicism. Anyone cruel enough to pursue such a means to power has no intention of sharing it.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


An ordinary lamp. Not a trace of magic on it.


Leave me alone! I can't afford to be reported to the Captain.


City's got a dangerous air to it these days. Only makes sense to take self-preservation measures.


I thought she was exaggerating. And I was wrong.


Not personal for <i>you</i>, perhaps. You played a game of life and death, using mine as a chip in your pile.


You are the world's first <i>detonative  exsanguinator</i>. To put it simply: From this day on, your blood goes boom. Big boom! Ahaha! It's incredible!


Probably responsible for his death, if you ask me.


Now <i>that </i>was funny. I needed a good laugh. Grim times, eh, stranger?


Mors certa!


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


They say Lord Gortash is dead. It's probably true - aim high, fall hard.


Incende!


We can't help who we are. Or what's been done to us. All we have is what we do now. And from what I can tell, you're sound enough for me.


Ramazith, Elminster, Silverhand, Karsus. Each door named after a powerful wizard, but what lies behind them?<br>


If I had my way, I'd saw off your legs - that'd put a stop to your wandering.


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


A slate written in ancient <i>tir'su </i>- more princely stories, I'd guess. Lae'zel will know for certain.


NO... NO! I REQUIRE GOLD. ME!


*There must be a way through this red fog.*


What's this? Something's slashed up that rock.


We cannot allow this. I will be infamous for my deeds, not some ink-peddler's lies.


Success!


If you're here about the vines, I've cleared them off the neighbouring houses already.


*There are many, many more kills ahead of you. That is you. A killer.*


Still, I can look past it - if you have what I need. Come down.


It is with a heavy heart that I remove Wulbren Bongle from our ranks. You have until first light to leave the city, Wulbren.


It's all up to you, chum. But no pressure.


Another mention of the Adamantine Forge. All that remains is to reach it.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Are those... specks of adamantine in this slag?


Work to be done.


Venustior!


A clandestine pleasure.


Your fears are misplaced - the Crown will lead to a better world for all. I cannot ignore that.


Thankfully, I wasn't in it at the time.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


I thought we could have been something more, one day, but...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Glad to see some goblin blood spilled for a change. I was sick of running from those rats.


Rather unsuccessfully, it has to be said.


C'mon, c'mon, c'mon...


A <i>traitor</i>?


A key - for what?


I look forward to seeing you at the palace, though. It'll be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, I promise.


I'm finally seeing. I see it all.


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


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I am your end.


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


The Lower City's a bloody warren. I'm surprised anyone can find their way around.


You'd be the first. As quartermaster, I was able to keep it hidden back there, exactly as you left it.


Sure I can't tempt you with some spices? That stew is <i>pungent. </i>


Truly a magnificent display of brutality. I expected nothing less of one of Bhaal's children.


Look at the thing... A few more tastes of its own medicine and it'll burst.


But it cannot be here. He must witness my domination. He must taste it. It must be in his Temple.


You don't know the half of what she did.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


But I can't... This is it. I must do as Mystra commands.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Oh believe me, I would love to. If it wouldn't get me fired.


You'd turn into an illithid before you know it.


Lightly does it.


Too many permutations. Quite the headache.


If we find it, maybe we can turn it against him?


Paper spun from spider-silk, Everdark ink drawn from dragon scales, and nefarious lies dreamt in darkness.


<i>Think about this. It defies all logic, I -</i>


*Everything is in motion - all within these walls are doomed to destruction unless you act.*


In the curse? More horrible than you can imagine.


Wyll, there's something you should know. On his way from Elturel, Ravengard sent a messenger with word of the cult.


Has the error of your ways become clear?


Bring him here and I'll give him a once-over for you. Check him for worms and so on.


There we are. The <i>real </i>you. Your - affliction, is it? - doesn't rule you, does it.


A kiln, unfinished sculptures, stone fragments. Masons worked here.


And gods, all those spawn, dead in their cells.


Oh no...


I <i>know </i>she will. But we'll wait a little longer, if you like.


No doubt Zariel will be on my trail soon. Think I even spotted one of her hunters on the ship. I better get moving.


A brew so potent, it makes you explode? Perhaps it has some use... though I struggle to see what.


More where this came from.


Seen our special guest? The General had her brought to the roof straight away - big plans, I'd say.


*You sense her fear - that you will try to take the heirloom.*


A third disc. Related to Orpheus, most likely.


Mors animae!


Not as glad as I am.


Go on, make yourself useful somewhere. If you cannot manage that, just stay out of the way.


I can't believe I was so stupid.


Even better.


Only... bones? Oh Boo, the dragon must have starved to death waiting for a worthy hero to eat!


You spherical git.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


If I'm not swinging a hammer workin', I'm swinging a mug here drinkin'!<br>


...But then, perhaps I make too much of this. How can I beg privacy, when I was not half so trusting on our first meeting?


Selûnite magic. Gale - do away with this, will you?


Oh, I had fermented herring for dinner!


Orpheus will live, and I will hear his creed. <i>This</i> is my word.


His staff - it controls everything down here.


Even if goblins get in, they can't find us here. Mum said.


Umberlee hears us and rejoices!


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


We may have cleansed this place of Ketheric, but the shadow curse will kill us just as dead.


Empty ramblings, all of them. While you obsess over yesterday, I will be making our <i>tomorrow</i>.


Oh, no! Most warriors of Rashemen wear long battle-braids, weighed down with stone. Minsc can show you, when next we camp?


Let me help.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


<i>You.</i>


As far as I'm concerned, Lord Gortash gets the benefit of the doubt. Until he does something obviously wrong, he's got my support. We can't afford to be squabbling with the Absolute crawling up our arses.


We'll need a cover story...


Oh, fancy.


How do I know you're not the one who planted those explosives?


A history told by Balduran himself, passed from Grand Duke to Grand Duke, stretching a thousand years back. It is no fable - it is plain truth.


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, your grace. <i>Very </i>sorry.


Whoever that elf is, he's got an army of Shar worshippers at his command.


I was not asking for it. <i>Htak'a!</i>


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Your false face does not fool my eyes. I will <i>cut </i>until you look like the monster you truly are.


It was through power that I would keep us safe. Or so I thought.


That wasn't a bulette... was it?


So just hang on.


If you already have doubts, you would only have disappointed me. Get out of my sight.


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


By covenant, I can say no more.


I think I need to clear my head now, dear... we'll speak later.


Keep it up. Just have to hold out until the spell is complete.


His name was... Sarevok...


Thank Mother Gith I'll never lay eyes on that revulsive horror again.


But I like you. I know I do, I think I do, I hope I do. I just need to ask one question, and I'll know for sure.


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


This 'Nightsong' must be the source of Ketheric Thorm's invulnerability. But perhaps it could be turned against him.


You're really better speaking to Master Figaro. He'll be able to find you an outfit that's <i>just </i>right.


Our ally is chosen. There is no going back.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>var2


REPLACE... ME? NO... I REQUIRE GOLD!


The city would be lost - and us along with it. That's a weak form of victory at best. There must be another way.


*You'll need everyone together before you proceed.*


My crèche had one of these too. The stricter the discipline, the stronger the soldiers.


Indeed? My heart is joyed to hear it, but... why?


Not because I want to - because I have to. Otherwise they'll kill me.


You whispered my name, over and over. It sounded like a lyric on your tongue.


Thank you - you always know just what to say.


It's a powerful talent. Use it, but use it wisely.


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


We shall see.


Falling<br>Var 3


How long do the effects last?


Who were that lot?! Need to report this - need to get reinforcements!


You have denied her victims any chance of rest. I pray you sleep easy at night.


Can you believe it? Florrick - a traitor to her own. Good riddance, I say.


Things look... different.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


A fallen warrior. Rest in peace, kin.


Gods, whoever thought I'd be happy to see the Flaming Fist?


Hells - not this again.


They wouldn't replace us with the Steel Watch. The gold plating alone would beggar even this place.


Well, consider me introduced. And consider me grateful.


Good. Then your eyes are open to the truth.


What's that I spy?


Look at them, trying to pretend we don't exist. Hey, you lot - I'm going <i>nowhere!</i>


Wherever you go, you take my heart with you. So strong is my love that not even a devil could break it.


These sigils and chains... I sense a druidic hand in them. An attempt to subdue something.


*Your skull throbs, your muscles ache. Memories of the last day swim through your head before taking form.*


The illithid has deceived us, and we have submitted like pups to the slaughter. <i>No more. </i>


Oh, well, that is a lot more of the illithid anatomy than I'd ever hoped to see.


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


It's finished. It's done. I need to see him up close. I need to know he's out of commission.


I <i>will</i> fulfil my mission, this much I know. Either Orpheus is assimilated, or I carve him into pieces and we're lost to the Netherbrain's void.


Wizard's attire, of splendid make.


Ah yes - around the time of Minthara's ill-fated expedition to the grove.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


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


Attack<br>var 2


Effort v7


*The brain is on the cusp of its final thought. And it's taking all of Karlach's strength to keep it there. An opportunity, perhaps?*


Your friend is inquisitive. A dangerous trait. Are you sure you want them listening in on this?


I'm glad you think so, because I'm not so sure. I just feel numb.


I'm sorry, but after reading about you I don't think I want to talk to you. Excuse me.


W-wha? Quick, get her!


Stop it - that tickles.


I'd rather not think about the horrors a device like this could inflict.


Be there in a blink.


My word... This is embarrassing. Perhaps I should have explained our terms better.


Deure!


Ah, cries for help... I must be home.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Move along.


Was there ever any doubt? You are a champion. You <i>overcome</i>.


See that? Fella was some magicker bear-elf and he didn't stand a chance.


Hear hear. Though I'd keep your speech low, friend - not many share our outlook on the matter.


It won't be hard to keep their scent. That foul blood is everywhere.


Welcome on, welcome all. You're looking at Fetcher's Brats, the Guildhall's finest.


Come on!


I'm not made of magic, you know.


There it goes. How easily things slip away from us, no matter how hard they were in the obtaining.


<i>(Interesting choice. If I didn't know better, I'd think you might have 'The Necromancy of Thay' in your possession.)</i>


Hmph. Humans. What did they expect?


I am Wulbren Bongle, leader of the Ironhand Gnomes. No doubt you've heard of us?


A silent spell.<br>


Nice little nap.


By the hells, what <i>is </i>that?


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


That symbol on the collar looks familiar. Does this - thing - belong to Gale?


Hm...


Hmm? Oh - yes, your trademark wit.


Boo. Liar.


Let's march!


They're after a weapon. Surely, they don't mean that strange artefact of ours...


Jars inside of undead creatures - and inside the jars? <i>Is it undead all the way down...?</i>


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


'Nightsong' - not exactly a name I'd associate with the Absolute.


There is <i>nothing </i>I cannot do.


I almost feel bad about this.


Go away. Love is dead, and I might as well be.


I hear you've been given permission to be here - don't disappoint me.


And now it is the fate it seems you must accept, if we're to fell the unfaithful prince and fulfil Vlaakith's mission.


Sounds like we're not the only ones tracking down this 'Minsc' fellow. Let's hope Nine-Fingers' bounty doesn't attract too much competition.


Morio!


*Your rescue attempt has been noticed. Choose your next move carefully.*


I do not - I will return to camp and plan for the journey ahead. Find me there when you are ready.


No need for that. Just needed to stretch my legs - won't happen again.


Have you spoken with Skriss lately?


Attack<br>var 4


Hurt Critical<br>var3


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


My queen spoke to me. You have failed - your death has been decreed.


Never seen that before.


Let's make it a short stint. Gotta be a way out of here, right?


Needs a key.


Hm...


I have been touched by Avernus, been a plaything for demons. A tale for other places, other days.


*No more dreams await you in sleep this night. Only the warm knowledge that, indeed - you are not alone.*


Respect you must have proven yourself unworthy of. And now you waste my time.


Oh, we broke him, body and soul. Made a right mess of his hand. Peeled the skin from it myself.


If we proceed, we will be enthralled. You cannot allow that to happen - you must retrieve the stone!


These horns would be an impressive trophy, if they were real.<br>


*Fresh from the sea, but still giving off a pungent fishy tang.*


Must be Arabella's father. What's left of him, anyway.


...I like it. To victory.


*Not many thorns have such unique poison - it has to be Kelemvor's Kiss, a plant from the Dalelands. There is a cure but, try as you might, you can't recall it.*


Someone, wine! Quick!


Brace yourself!


You - apparently Kagha wants to see you. Go ahead.


This next spell should be interesting.


That Flaming Fist seemed kind. I keep looking at everyone and wonder whose side they're really on...


My apologies, Wyll. I meant no offence.


What the hells happened to you? What <i>are</i> you?


Voco flagella!


You owe me a proper story. A <i>long </i>one!


Damn right I do. She locked up our daughter.


Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gale, certainly.


I've heard enough. My Queen demands your head. It is time I take it.


Besides, we're coming back. All of us.


*The two forces fuse violently together, your brain their conduit. Your body and mind drift apart - you are being undone.*


Looks like that's going to bruise.


A lava elemental. That explains things.<br>


The whole world owes you, but expect their fear rather than their gratitude. You have my thanks though, for whatever they are worth.<br>


*Too sweet, odiously sweet. The vomitous gall within churns - she sickens you.*


*Your minds join and your two selves become one. You can feel the knife in your hand, see the scars on his back, and taste his hunger for power.*


I don't want to know what <i>that </i>is.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


A dark blade. If I'm right - and I usually am - it's the glaive from the druid's notebook.


<i>Tuuch! Tuuch! Tuuch!</i>


And what do you propose? Just let him run amuck, no lesson heeded?


Nothing more dangerous than an empty throne. Except, perhaps, being the next to sit in it.


But I suppose you may have your uses. I can keep an eye on the gith.


What am I supposed to do here...?


Lies! Vlaakith, my Queen - COMPLETE ME!


Ramazith, Elminster, Silverhand, Karsus. Each door named after a powerful wizard, but what lies behind them?<br>


Attack Critical<br>var2


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


I'm talking.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


*Sigh.* I knew we hadn't seen the last of this place. Come, let's hear what the Emperor has to say. I can't say we've much of a choice.


I shall go speak.


I gave him exactly what he desired, and for a pittance, given the complexity of his request.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gale, take a look.


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


I'm still not comfortable with your tadpole, but I owe you a chance. Thank you.


I pray Arabella is safe with the other kids. Knowing her, she's fashioned a weapon out of a rock and some string.


What path lies before me?


Good idea, I think.


Caeco te!


I should retrieve the amulet - the monk's spirit should be here when I open Shirra's tomb.


Don't bleed out on me.


Party pooper. Last time I give one of ya overgrown beasts a drink.


Ought to take this.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Another one of auntie's victims.


*Your parasite resists, flailing as you crawl into Ragzlin's mindmurk.*


There's a power to these shadows - a familiar one. I swear I can feel it...


<i>Then you would betray yourself and all your allies? Without me you will perish!</i>


Bad boy.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


Please comply now, citizen. I will interpret any further hesitation as resistance.


PainPretend<br>var 1


This is a lesson - how painful it is, is up to you.


<i>It's rebelling against Orin and Gortash. Fiercely. </i>


Every battle I fight provides fresh recruits for my army of the dead. Soon, we will be legion.


Master. He left with the weaponed two-legs. He said he'd be back.


I'll get back to tendin' the meat.


No wishes here. Only Hope - and that hurts more than any of us.


No, for as long as I live, I will not let Gith's only son perish. Let Orpheus be consumed, and I will split both you and the <i>ghaik</i> straight down the middle!


A Guild under <i>our</i> control can do what Nine-Fingers failed to - drive the Absolute out of the city, once and for all.


Ugh - hold still, will you?


Effort v3


Very well.


We're missing someone. Did that hunter get Astarion?


Wanna fight? Take your best shot.


<i>There you are, you wretched thing. Time to die.</i>


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


And after you abandoned us. You should be begging forgiveness, child.


On your feet.<br>


Yes. Remember what happened last time?


These siege engines... it's like walking into a military history book. A century old, I'd say.<br>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Could we maybe stay here?


*The armour appears inanimate, though a spark of life force still radiates from the disjointed metal.*


*You fought to right the wrongs of the Coast, to slay the men and monsters that hunt the helpless.*


I need a quick word.


I'm sure he'll be thrilled we're freeing him now, in the middle of this.


I'd say a prayer for you, lad, but I honestly do not remember your name.


Get your ragged tail back here, Rolan - and fast.


So I wrote you a story!


You can have any fish you like as long as it's halibut!


My sweet, conflicted villain. What can I do for you?


I'm no expert on water, but that looks lethal.


Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard. Has a ring to it, doesn't it? It sounds like... like a fate you earned.


Raise one finger to me and I'd sunder you like lightning would a rotten oak. Now enough dullard questions - follow me.


Magic boots! They've got 'Gale' written all over them.


I watch you, outsider. Always.


<i>I sought nourishment, but found their bodies cold, their minds dark. A pity to see such a meal wasted.</i>


Once Ketheric is without his shield, the sword: together we assault his tower, and put a final end to this blight.


Take me with you!


My head - it feels like it's being <i>crushed.</i>


And? Is it dead enough for you?


Sure, take it.


The legend lives! Oh, how the people will applaud their courageous hero.


Do it.


Ouch. Well-earned.


AHH!


Oh no (!). You're bleeding.


This staff is coursing with magic. Gale will want to see it.


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


You'll get yours some day. I hope I get to see it.<br>


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


No more than my right hand can absorb my left. Oliver is helping Thaniel to recover; they both lie dormant, like trees awaiting spring.


<i>What were the terms of this deal?</i>


Falling


Then we know our destination. Onward.


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


Hear that, Nop? Lord Gortash has them <i>talking</i>. A credit to our city's ingenuity.


I can take what I please.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


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


Mortem tuum sum!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Oh no.


Hungry for a nice juicy blessed item, Gale?


Not to the point of killing this body!


True. Your proclivities might not matter at all soon enough, if we don't find a cure.


I know that, but she doesn't. She'd keel over if she knew just how you'd tried to manipulate the Weave.


Sounds like a place I used to know...


Back again, are you?


*This pod is empty, bereft of memories but for a single waft of frustrated fury.*


So I've been keeping company with a vampire. One with a taste for his own allies.


Attack<br>var 4


For the sake of these children, I'll stay my blade. Go, enjoy your breaths while you can still take them.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Help! This human is trying to kill me!


Admittedly, it's an area in which I have a modicum of expertise. And based on the evidence before us, it's hard to imagine any other motivation.


An illithid abomination will not step foot in this crèche.


*All trace of restraint is gone. 'Barnabus' has tasted blood, and wants more.*


The Black Network's mark. Spies, murderers, and thieves ahead, I guess.


Nah. Everyone's got junk. Worse than junk.


<i>Cranium rats -  they swarm when an elder brain is near. We must be close to its hiding place. </i>


Always need a new dose of misery.


The doll! That must be the source of Mayrina's curse - I should tread lightly.


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


Seas rose and fell while I rotted in that prison - yet you mock me? Ha. Haha.


I don't want to go back. Not just yet.


*The snake's hiss of approval reveals its intentions. Should the child struggle, it is poised to strike.*


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


Baldur's Gate lies ahead. If we've any lingering business to attend to, now's the time.


Incommodum!


She is measuring out the last moments of her life. We should find her, and say our goodbyes.


I will not let the prince suffer another moment in this infernal prison!


And I will die, hopefully many years from now, with your name on my lips - forever grateful for what you've done for us.


Like <i>what? </i>Listen, we need to get out of here - Zev has killed us. These people are nuts.


The lazy old crone built herself a shortcut.


You <i>are</i> one of the mercenaries we engaged, are you not?


You little sneak-thief. Well, they were wrong - look. Not dead. I just... had a few adventures. Like...


Jaheira... KNOWS...


Dark, even with my eyes.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Hm - what was that?


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


Freedom from Mizora...


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


No prayers needed. On my way.


A tiefling corpse - odds are that's sweet Arabella's mother.


Hells, he did it. He's through to the Shadowfell.


Ha! Your tongue is sharp - good. The crèche's hatchlings have not been compromised by this meek, <i>wretched</i> world.


I have powers of my own, unique powers. But know that we are alike.


Some of us have tavern reviews to publish, and your crimes have taken up all the column space.


They tortured my kin at length - broke her, and learned what she knew of the Astral Prism.


Should get started.


No way to ignite these. Strange.


I don't want to hurt you - but I have to protect the others.


Hear me, knight. I must...


<i>Auntie Ethel, it's time you got up to your old tricks.</i>


...It's true. I can feel it right now. Oak Father preserve you, child.


Selûne's faithful were buried here - and with surprisingly little care.


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


Turn your gaze, lest I turn it for you...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Stuck? That's not good.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


I just need a moment, catch my breath...


Oh, I almost forgot - Wyll sold his father's life for his freedom. <i>My</i> mistake.


And the parents? They're just outside...


But now that you're back in town, you must come to ours. All of you. We'll have a good supper, catch up. You can meet Gregor. And the little one, in a few months.


What a shame that we lost the brewer... I've already forgotten his name.


PTOOEY. There - bitta spit shines this place up real nice.


Something here must've been worth protecting.


Hope you're keeping well, friend.


I wish she'd spared a thought for me.


*The inscription on this bust reads 'Mother Superior V' - a curious object to find in a secular therapy centre.* [NOTE - V is to be pronounced Vee]


Is that so? Then we'd best hope you don't make any further miscalculations. We both know what happened the last time you took something you thought you deserved.


Hold tight, my friend.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Need to learn the hard way?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Something's off about this easel. Something's... missing.


What in the Hells was that?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Does she not think you can destroy the Absolute with your own immense talents? Does she not know the mighty company that you keep?


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


Was that a click I heard? There's something about these plaques...


Expello te!<br>v3


Sure. Now: I've business to attend to. Good day to you both.


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


The battle is not yet over - yet we still stand. Let us finish this.


PRAISE BOOOAL! PRAISE BOOOAL'S CHOSEN!


This place is not of the natural realm... it is the domain of darkness, emptiness, sheer <i>nothingness</i>.


You think you can worm your way into my head, simpleton?


You won't lose us. We've come this far, haven't we? Whatever happens, we'll be right here with you.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


You've bought us some time here. But the goblins are still massing out there.


I shall open it.


Will we find out how to bring the worm under control? Will this little adventure of ours be over?


Then you'll have better luck looting the goblins outside - this is a druids' grove.


If you can't seize power when it's given to you, then you're destined to live as a servant. I do not suffer the same affliction.


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


Will Thrumbo come and play with me soon?


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Teachings of Silvanus, you must agree.


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Something for Gale.


You sacrificed your own father, Wyll? Not a step that many could take, but the Nightsinger would appreciate your resolve, I think.


A woman by the name of Belynne. We were close.


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


Ketheric can hide from us no longer.


Attack<br>var 2


To play <i>the</i> game. The vast lanceboard of souls.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Well I'll be - you got them. The sergeant's been whining non-stop.


Come on, cowards. Time to pay for what you did to Kanon...<br>


Let's take a look.


Bit badly done, to jerk me around like that. You may not care about this, but I did. <i>I did.</i>


Ferio!


When I deal with the Absolute, my standing with Lady Shar will be stronger than ever. My rightful place is at her right hand, and I will remain there.