<i>They're going to call for help! Stop them!</i>


<i>Zurgan. </i>Fine. Give it here.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Don't get blood on my clothes.


*Your offer is of no interest. This will be settled with blood, not gold.*


We need to stay alert.


Your kind's heritage is long and storied. It is an honour to be served by one so noble.


Viconia was obsessed with our young cleric. These books are all about her.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Gods, what's happening?


<i>Clever cub. This is an ambush - strike first, while they focus on me.</i>


Well yeah! One thing I'll say for the Hells, the gossip is excellent. Faerûn's a funeral parlour by comparison.


Seco!


Hear that? Chanting at the back of the temple - and blood stains all over.


Step carefully.


Sounds like gold within. The takings of this place, perhaps.


He will not leave you bloodless for long. He will twitch you by the sinews, a puppet jerking and jabbing at his command.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Orin's own Butler. Isn't it meant to be undying?


An offering from Moonrise Towers.


What in the hells? It was a shape shifter!<br>


Can I have a real sword?!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


*Yet of one thing, you are most certain: whatever comes next, you'll face it alone.*


Leave me be. You are not welcome in this place.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


If not, I question your choice of 'friends'.


A mailed fist - an inelegant but brutal weapon.<br>


Don't worry. You'll be avenged.


Be careful. Your legs'll probably give out first.


All these blasted statues. At least the worshippers are long dead or gone.<br>


Yeah?


Closed Mouth Effort v9


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


Thank Gond, finally - a way out of here!


It's stopped glowing - its magic snuffed out.


Te video!<br>v2


In today's edition: Circus of the Last Days is struck by tragedy! Dribbles the Clown has been killed! Buy the Mouth for the inside track!


Never mind the shining squares - I am more comfortable on streets such as this. A peek at the true face behind the mask.


Alfira died badly. I can only hope the others that share this campfire do not share her fate...


Please, stay your cane. We'll have True Soul Nere out in no time.


Maledicte es!


*A shiny apple rests on the ground nearby.*


Stains of blood, Boo... and something else. Pink as your nose.


No. You <i>have</i> to know right from wrong. Good from bad.


Get to the Crown, and cast the spell. We'll see off the enemies!


Compassion for your fellow folk? Or maybe just good sense - that much money only paints a target on your back.


This will do.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


My mum says those tremors are from drow digging up through the Underdark. My mum... doesn't get out much.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


*Casting a spell like that is dangerous business. When a guard sees you do it, it's usually fatal.*


<i>There it is - the Crown.</i>


Crying does not help us.


But being willing to turn away from what you know. To turn away from the light and bend the darkness to your will.


The darkness is brutal. I'm not surprised they perished.<br>


A moment. Nothing more.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


What's this...?


No. You ain't leaving until we get to the bottom of this. You could be <i>dangerous</i>.


Umberlee, heed my call!


And better blue than a wizard. Stuffy bastards spend more time <i>talking</i> about magic than they do casting. You're worth double 'em, petal.


*You approach the dying monster. This is the thing that abducted you.*


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


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


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Oh, I don't know. More than I can count on my fingers, that's for sure.


Cosy fire.


Fine. All I ask of you is that you keep an open mind.


I owe you one for saving my people. The Zhentarim look out for their own - even if it's Rugan.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Not a children's book, I assume.


That's a githyanki blade if ever I saw one.


I'm very sorry to hear that... There are many courtesans who end up in the business out of unfortunate necessity. We, however, could easily take up other work if we wished.


Demento te!


Minsc has flattened parts of the city before. The masons, they seem to prefer he stand and watch.


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


I'll suffer embarrassment so long as I survive. I just hope the druids don't make that harder than it is already.


Ngh. But I'm nearly good to get on my feet.


This could be our chance, sir.


Name... Grukkoh...


You always were vulnerable to a grand narrative. Such weakness is common among <i>heroes</i> of your ilk.


Effort v12


Damn straight - without me everything will be for naught. The Ironhand Gnomes <i>must </i>succeed.


Perhaps you should start your own opinion column.


*The Last Light Inn does not permit the bearing of arms. For the safety of all patrons, please leave your weapons at the door.*


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


We are approaching the Absolute. A telepathic storm is surging all around us.


That's that, then. Is this some new art trend I've not been made aware of?


I got lucky. It looks like you did too. And... you brought some infernal machinery with you.


No getting through. More's the pity.<br>


Shame it's only pretending to be 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. That sounds <i>fascinating</i>.


Macte virtute!


Disarmed traps. My lucky day. Unless something terrifying already tripped them.


I'll be at your back in our next fight. Remember that.


Scorched ground - better watch out.


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Adventurers have to get their start somehow. Ye haven't got the spirit of a hero in ye if you think you're above killing a few rats.


*The pin the man wears is familiar to you. He belongs to the Harpers, a covert organisation dedicated to freedom and balance.*


Recovered <br>V2


Can't see a thing.


Mephits? As if my hands weren't full already!


Kind of you, friend. Here's something for your troubles.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


You didn't change back. You're still a... a zombie.


'S good you ain't causin' trouble. Boss means business, now he's got the Absolute in his ear.


Not a stranger - a friend.


Pigeon blood. Grim.


But of course, those curious little marks. Something important to your master, no doubt, but what?


The city's first Archduke. Bet the patriars will fall right in line.


What, by Ilmater's holy hands, is this? Did the last guard write the log with his bloody toes?


This artefact must've been precious to the monks.


Hold still.


Alchemist... shop... in Baldur's Gate...


The world is ours for the taking. So, what would you like?


I just need... a moment.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Look here!


What's done is done, Wyll. And a defiant pup needs discipline. To wit:


You! You poisoned us!


A <i>better offer? </i>You're lucky you're handsome and that I know you're joking.


'Us'. I still love the sound of that.


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


*Are you dreaming of your past... or your future?*


I don't know how. I'd kill 'em all if I could. I - I just want my mum and pops.


The knight's destination was Baldur's Gate - a place called 'Sharess' Caress'. I should look into it further.


Nice. A spear of this caliber's got plenty of gutting potential.


Z'rell best handle them quickly.


Maybe I could even show you a little fun before the hammer falls.


Mystra won't be pleased... but perhaps trying to please the gods is a fool's errand.


Desperation<br>var 2


I will be satisfied to have you as an ally.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


So I ask again - why kill the inhabitants of the Grove?


Oh well! Guess I'll just decorate the room with your insides - they'll match my new carpet <i>beautifully</i>.


Recovered <br>V2


Think - what else do we need?


I had no wish to lose you, Wyll, but - my, it would have been nice to flush her into the colony's flesh-pit.


*She almost looks like she's weighing up whether to continue hostilities... but decides against it.*


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


The sooner we find the druid Halsin, the better. I can't wait to get rid of this thing in my head.


You think Ilmater looks at a Baldurian differently to anyone else? I like to think the gods are smarter than that.


You <i>had </i>a mission, yes. But did you succeed? Or did you stray? Now give me the true answer - what is your purpose in being here?


<i>Ahem</i>.


<i>Veritas ab carne!</i>


Please come forward! What a surprise this is. My favourite assassin, back from her bloody disgrace, <i>joined </i>with my old bodyguard?


Open up.


*Your nerves rattle and your skin shivers. The pillar contains thousands of angry souls, eager to escape.*


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Enjoy the spoils of your victory. Spin memories of Lorroakan's death in your mind like silkfloss.


I know, all right? But I couldn't stand back and do nothing.


Zhentarim... trading post...


Let the sting of flesh wash away your pain!


It's all part of the experience - the room is bathed in total darkness so there is nothing to distract from your ecstasy.


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


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


And I'd like to help, the only way I know how - with a Guidebook. This one did not flow from my quill, but from that of the wizard Irenicus.


Gustas dulcis!


Glad to see you! Glad to see anybody, really. It was a lonely road getting here through those abandoned farmlands, and I'm a sociable sort.


A champion, indeed. He's the invisible force holding Baldur's Gate together.


Do as I would. Spend what time remains punishing our enemies.


*The depravities don't end there - the Sharrans then sacrifice a follower of the Moonmaiden in order to complete their initiation.*


*A woodcarving of a pair of wings, like an eagle's but longer somehow.*


Then again, it was filled with otherworldly power. Which I am more than happy to wield to my advantage.


You start chopping carrots. I stoke the fire. And every night is the best night we've ever had.


*Its form flickers, and you realise that the door is transparent.*


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


Away. To make more people red, and to spill their tasty morsels.


Well, what are we reading now? More Alaundo?


Sorcerous Sundries would like to remind you that interfering with its personnel - enchanted or otherwise - is a bannable offence. Take this as your first and final warning.


Yes, <i>fine</i>.


*Or perhaps not, you think. Whoever struck this blow could be long dead themselves. But worth investigating, all the same.*


Resisto!


Don't bleed out on me.


*You see the familiar sights of Wyrm's Crossing before the parasite shuts down the connection.*


Recovered


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


Delicious - I do not know. But cruel and sharp - yes. Bindable and wrappable and biteable - yes.


Pretty pin. Might be worth a few coins.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Can I? Maybe I will. Or maybe I <i>won't</i>.


If not over, then through.


I'm more worried about this parasite than a few goblins. We need a healer.


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


Come on. Speeches are done - all that's left is the doing.<br>


It's precisely in times of trouble that we need images of peace.


The Gate was my hunting ground. I might be responsible for some of these.


Have you got a problem with that?


We've shared but one victory, friend. But it will not be our last.


See Inquisitor... be purified...


I know you - you're from the grove.


Getting stuck with you isn't so bad.


What are you... this one's tryin' to control my mind or somethin'!


*Your stomach falls briefly as the acorn touches your hand. You shiver with melancholy - and hope.*


Simply face that wall - and stay <i>absolutely </i>still.


First step is the hardest.<br>


I presume you have returned to re-engage my services?


I was researching hags - and came upon their darkest secret.


*The keen gleam in Mol's eyes reveals the lie. She knows the game well, and she wants to win.*


Very glad you and Lae'zel settled things without letting any blood. While I would've enjoyed the spectacle, my money's on the githyanki. And I'd hate to lose you, fringe.


Attack Critical<br>


A crypt. This must be where Shirra Clarwen is buried.


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


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


I need a friend I can trust. That isn't you. You better hope I don't see you again, Astarion. Ever.


Hate... you hate...


Effort v3


Not a sight. Not a sound.


Th-this one's all right, lads! Knows nothin' about no poisonin'!


*...Gnolls - vicious, monstrous humanoids - can spawn from the corpses of dying hyenas.*


That's not mine to open.


Someone else escaped, too.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


I'm on my way.


Attack


Let's have a look at myself...


Hear my words, <i>vin'iisk</i>.


I agree, it'll be good to get out of this place.


Dying Burning<br>v4


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


I appreciate it. He's the one who showed us the cave to begin with.


Erm - no offence.


May pain be forgotten.


Logic detected; petition approved. Enjoy!


This is all my fault. We were arguing. She ran off.


You can still save yourself, Karlach. You can return to Avernus. It need not be forever. Just long enough to give yourself a chance.


A map to the crèche - as if I'd forgotten my duty.


I've got what you need.


Still lookin' to get yer head fixed? Best ask the Absolute for help - I can't figure it out.


*You recognise this as a trial, where initiates would prove themselves to Lady Shar. This one would put their skills of stealth and infiltration to the test.*


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


We'd make better strangers.


Hmmm... Brambles on bare skin aren't as fun in practice, I'm afraid.


An order the death gods' Chosen are on the cusp of giving.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


<i>AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGH!</i>


This threat has been with us since Moonrise.


All right, explain the turnip.


Bodies to gut. Babies to eat! Let's go, beefy.


Looks like Halsin's our best bet for a cure.


Tormentum!


Here - that should cover your services.


You've built an army for our masters, true enough. But what of the Astral Prism?


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


That sneaky little git. It was him all along?


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


We could have moved mountains, we could have shaken the planes. And you chose <i>imperfection.</i>


I'm knackered. Tomorrow, we plan. Tonight, we rest.


I do not have time for interruptions from underlings.


That <i>smell</i>... These corpses aren't the freshest.


*Their meaning, however, is garbled, as if they are codes needing to be deciphered.*


*Your request leaves this plane, barrelling through the fires of Avernus and frost of Stygia. There is no response.*


You and the pale fellow.


Now I leave as an exile. But you risked your life to rescue me - for that, I am grateful.


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


Shar herself could not dim her face. And you will never dim mine.


Get out of here, hshar'lak! I need to clean this off before they see or we're all going to suffer for it.


Let's make it interestin', eh!


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


*Then, visions. Duergar like yourself, chopping fungal tendrils with their axes.*


They took me... took everything...


Yes, I remember your hunter from the swamp. It didn't end well for him.


The man on it is a bit short though, don't you think 'e could be longer?


It is possible.


I'd rather not jump down murky pits, if it's all the same.


I am sorry for you. You who have no honour. You who have no pride.


Whatever it is, the Absolute has a powerful hold over them.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Blessings from the Moonmaiden - and bearing the same symbol as that chest.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Now, what -


I still remember. Who they were. What I did to them...


We'll get out of here. You'll see.


Well, it was worth one last shot.


The glaive the druid's notebook mentioned. Its owner thought it was cursed...


Cleric of Selûne - she's got a room upstairs if you want to meet her. Just don't interrupt her while she's doing whatever it is that keeps this place shadow-free.


We can put the Gondians back to work, rebuild the Steel Watch, and march on the Underdark with an unstoppable army at our back, and a song of conquest on our lips.


Victory v3


*You steady your mind, and prepare your questions.*


I desired him to be returned to me, and you obliged, thus our terms have been met.


Recovered


The sword-point is the only one that matters now.


*The rothé looks at you with big, soft eyes. Then it lowers its head obediently.*


Yo!


Sorry - don't mind my pity party.


Come with us. Come to master.


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


The shadows rended him in two when they bore him away to the Shadowfell. Half of his essence remained here, amidst the curse.


The Grand Design. It is every githyanki's duty to ensure the ghaik empire is never reborn.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Dodge
v2


You are infected, but showing no signs of cerebral impairment? <i>Fascinating.</i>


Karsus - I believe I mentioned him before. The child-who-would-become-a-god. He was the most powerful wizard ever known... and he attempted to unseat the goddess of magic herself.


More for me.


Ah! I can't!


Hear that? Sounds like something's powering down.


No... with Zorru... fled to grove...


There was a battle here once - a large one.


No time to lose.


You were right about one thing. Lady Shar's church does need to be cleansed - of <i>you</i>. And by my hand.


I hesitate to say it... but I think you're right. Something supernatural has taken hold of him. Oskar has been possessed.


*Karsus himself was said to have forged such a crown, though you've never known it spoken of as anything but myth.*


Dangerous adventurers infiltrate the city and threaten civilians' safety!


Ludus non factum est!


You will survive this.


This foul place is where they butchered my mind. Let us deal with the cult in kind - leave none standing.


We can pay. We're Ironhand clan, best artificers in Baldur's Gate.


The light - it's warding off the curse.


Sarcasm at the ready.


Any fool can grapple with <b>hot rocks</b>. Just poke a fireplace.


That feels good.


Since I was born in the cold reaches of Wildspace, I have known but one purpose: to wield a silver sword and ride a red dragon in service of my regent, the githyanki queen Vlaakith.


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


So long as Nightsong's in that cage, Ketheric will keep getting back up.


My f-friend's blood not enough? Come to rip me open, too?


Perhaps they wish to stop our Queen's great mission. But we are not concerned.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


*Blood gushes across your lips, but something's wrong. Very, very wrong.*


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Steel yourself, and fight to the last.


Back in the hag's lair. Good thing she's dead.


Get up! Get <i>up</i>! Quit malingering in your red dreams.


Pus-supping maggot.


Hope Pidge is behavin' himself.


Fiat voluntas dei!


I'd hug you if it wouldn't scorch your skin off.


What is <i>that</i>?


So much to teach, and so much to learn.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Wretch. You broke my brother!


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Let's say I succeed, free his mind. Then what?


Effort v11


Ah, another True Soul. How glad I am to see you.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.<br>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


There'll be hells to pay for this, if I make it out of here alive.


Thrinn. Carve out their heart and serve it to the rothé.


Kiai<br>var 2


Someone took offence at what that mirror showed them. Or what it didn't.


The décor wasn't my biggest complaint, if I'm honest.


Meditation Breathing


What word, my love?


Gods, he turned you into a spawn. I knew you were close, but... not like <i>this.</i>


I've got your back!<br>


I've got one!


Oh, if mud could blush... you druidic types know <i>just</i> what to say. Now, what can I do for you?


Hold, kin. State your purpose.


No thanks.


A strange offering... yet exactly the one I desired. My spirits did well to whisper my intentions in your ears.


She bids you come to her holy shrine in the Stormshore Tabernacle. There, she will grant you an audience at last.


You won't be hurting for long.<br>


They're not attacking. Seems they think we're allies.


I believe the city may need a Bhaalspawn - may need <i>you</i> - if it is to survive this new crisis.


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


Minsc just joined our team. This is the best day of my life.


Take the power you are owed, Astarion. Whatever the cost.


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


The only reason you ever lost control is because you resisted the truth - rejected the glory of your true self.


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


Yes, why not.


Hah! You and the boss turned Nine-Fingers over in a bloody <i>afternoon</i>.


Johl! No!


Keep your blade close.


(Robyn, what do we do? <i>What do we do?</i>)


All I'm saying is we'd be a lot better off without murderous refugees roaming -


Effort v7


Shadowheart could have been so much more than we have allowed her to be. This was not the time to hold her back.


Either way, we can't take the lack of symptoms for granted. We have to find Halsin.


To Ramazith's Tower we go.


Bah! Nothing another ale won't fix!


Here goes nothing.<br>


Another guest for the master's celebration? But you're so late - the doors are sealed. All is underway.


Still, there was no real harm done. So long as you can keep that craving of yours in check, I'm happy that our paths remain aligned.


Hold fast, I'm coming.


The Sword Coast - there's Baldur's Gate. Somehow, I doubt the gith are planning a holiday.


Why don't I just bloody give you the keys, eh? You can take my office.<br>


Efforts


If you happen to see my husband, do trip him up for me. Every day we do this bloody walk, and every day he wanders off.


Pronounce the name correctly and the mephit will breathe on the letter. Stay clear because the little scamp can melt metal.


And you. I <i>trusted</i> you. Has all my kin betrayed me?


Because he found out where... they're holding our sons... captive...


You shithead - time you showed up. We got trouble.


Mum will be back soon. Then I can go home.


What's inside?


My body calls me to kneel and slip my hand into the mulch... I think it remembers... I may have killed this one in months past.


<i>Agh</i>... my tadpole... it's just like on the ship...


How often our burdens can be made into boons, with the right encouragement.


You skulked like you owned the place, trespassing on <i>my </i>domain.


These tracks... goblins?


He's looking well, isn't he? You've done so much for him. Thank you.


All right, Ethel, show us what a hag can really do!


And you threw it away.


*One horn. He means Karlach - there is no doubting it.*


Do not discount yourself, and by the same token, do not discount your enemy.


Pray, sister, show us the extent of your beneficence.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


This isn't the way!


Oh, this is excellent - I'll get started right away!


Florrick... we had better send her body home.


Imitation horns, but barely distinguishable from the real thing.


*You see the fiend again, and ignite with Wyll's rancour. She is an infernal wardevil, a threat to the living - evil incarnate.*


Sphaera mortis!


First in my heart.


*You feel a presence; dark and ancient. It approves of your fealty.*


A worthy target.


I wonder where they were going.


We've made a powerful ally today.


Always need a new dose of misery.


Time flies, doesn't it? But never mind that - we have much to discuss. You have a Netherstone. That makes us allies.


Another day, another god trying to make us her playthings. We'll have the whole pantheon interfering with us if we're not careful.


Why that's almost beautiful. Imagine what she'd think if she saw him now.


Falling


These two outsiders are threatening me, Ikaron. Even tails over there!


A trap. Just as I expected.<br>


None shall harm you.


Why, but one league down, and such was the extent of my perspirations that my hat could have doubled as an aquarium.


I would use the Mouth to ensure the people did not trust one another. Suspicion creates doubt, and doubt creates dependency.


Urgh, really? Of all the things you could think of - that?


I - if I can help them, I will. But you have to understand that Cazador is merciless. There's every chance they're already dead.


'Chosen of Karlach' has a ring to it, right?


Best help before it gets worse.


I'll be gone by first light. Good night.


Drink must be tellin' on me. Guess I need some more. Heh.


<i>It's getting ready to break free. </i>


Gortash? The man should be burning in hellfire, not painted and framed.


I deal in blood and bones - not cogs and wrenches. Tell me what I wish to know, or you'll find that out first hand.


Chk. I see you're somewhat familiar with the material. Though hardly up to date.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


So be it. A traitor's end awaits you all. These are the desperate lies of trapped vermin, nothing more. You are moon-sick, girl. A true lunatic.


I'm afraid have little experience with lanceboard, let alone the command of soldiers.


Should I be in need of medical treatment, please don't bring me here.


My apologies, <i>Dame Aylin</i>. I meant no disrespect. I asked our mutual friend here to make an introduction that I might get to meet the famed daughter of Selûne.


I have, however, recently found a delightful new place I could sneak you into. Tell me, what do you know of the devil Raphael?


*You know this devil. Mizora, one of Zariel's servants, and a powerful devil in her own regard.*


Oskar's behaviour began to change shortly after the wedding. He became withdrawn, working obsessively up in his atelier.


We have the Eyes watching the perimeter, Disciple. I thought it best remain close to you.


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


*He growls a clear warning.*


Ah, go on, ain't bothered muckin' my blade with ya. But mind your manners.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Resisto ignem!


Of course <i>you </i>need help.


*Astarion's days in the sun are behind him. The best you can hope is that he finds darkness, and the comfort it once gave him.*


Might I suggest that was a little <i>too</i> easy? Steal this, and we should brace ourselves for what comes next. I fear the hells will truly let loose.


Do it - dominate the brain. NOW!


I suppose that's the last time any of us will see him, and the last time he'll ever see the sun.


She's in the audience chamber. Go on in.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Ecstatic. Devoted. Inspired.


I knew you'd see sense.


Anyway - incidentally - I was getting very bored without my friend.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


You did well to throw in with us. If Nine-Fingers had beaten one wave, well - there will always be another.


You have got to check out Danthelon's Dancing Axe - their leatherwork is <i>amazing.</i>


One with the Weave.


Being hoisted 3


Huh. Where's Gale?


'Course I am. You got the runepowder. So now you cut and run.


Shar will not embrace those who blunder. The darkness will feed on the weak, taking what they hold dear.


Your words are cruel, but your heart quivers. Love is a tangled forest - there is no shame in seeking guidance. Think on it.


Glorious. And they gave you some handsome scars.


So have you, if I'm not mistaken.


Broth's bubbling - no time to talk!


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


You're serious. Gods above...


They must have carried <i>something</i> useful.


Be careful... Whatever she has planned, I don't think she'll shed any tears if you are a casualty along the way.


This lake of blood again. It's even bigger up close.


And I hope that we shall have that chance. But not at the expense of the world entire.


Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gale, certainly.


Come <i>on</i> Cyrella. Tell us! How'd you know there was a fight here?


You have my gratitude, Wyll. But I'm not ready yet to... <i>nngh</i>...


*'The Apple'. The painting depicts a red-haired man stealing a shiny apple from a cart in the open-air market called the Wide.*


If she's out there, I'm gonna find her. You mark my words.


Take word to your crèche. You are to join our search.


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


Very well. Voss has done his duty. Now we will do ours.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Wyll Ravengard? Lord Gortash said you might be stumbling this way.


Only place I'm going is wherever you've got the aasimar stashed.


*You're expected to pay with your life, not your gold.*


Forthwith.


*Omeluum turns away to prepare the potion, lost in its own musings.*


You speak more kindly than I deserve. I led a child to her death, betrayed the circle to shadow.


A warrior's favour.


To speak thusly takes little of my effort. Besides, what better use is there of time than discourse?


You are nothing without me.


Minsc had his doubts about you, little Slayer, but Boo had none!


No time to dally.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Not a chance I'll fit in there.


You do look different - stronger, fire in your eyes.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


Wait come back! I'm sorry if I came on too strong!


The rest of you - keep patrolling. I'll be heading back with the <i>hoon</i> here.


Snore
zzZzz


You had no right! None at all! I've a good mind to turn around and depart this little company of ours immediately.


No. Please.


We've been travelling with a vampire - one that feeds on his friends.


Is this what it has come to?


If this ship hits the ground, we're dead!


The very same Nightsong that Aradin once sought. What could it be?


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


Attack Critical<br>var2


An empty cage and some corpses. Must be where Halsin was kept.


This idol bears Shar's likeness. A detailed rendering of a trivial goddess.


Straight ahead, across the bridge. A blind ogre couldn't miss it.


But she doesn't care if the Grand Duke lives or dies.


It already is. Granted, there are a few formalities to complete, but... well, why don't you come and see?


You haven't introduced me to your friends. Where <i>are</i> your manners?


Sorcerous Sundries assumes no responsibility for the harm you are about to suffer.


Let's turn the tables.


I couldn't help overhearing what Elminster said to Gale. Not every day a god asks for a chat.


Gnolls and goblins marked on the map. Travel won't be easy.


I propose an alliance. We search for a cure; I pledge you my talents, and you pledge me yours.


Hamster, meet hind!


Aw shucks. That's so sweet of you to say! Don't judge Gyldro too harshly though - he's a busy man. A <i>living legend</i>.


Shit. It isn't over - Ketheric Thorm still lives.


Smokepowder has a distinctive olfactory signature. The slightest variance is as detectable as a spark in the darkness.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


Better hold on to this.


I cannot leave you in this state, love.


You must be mistaken - the doctor would have informed us of such an arrangement.


Do you really expect me to choke down that obvious bullshit?


What is this place?


You have returned... I hope you are all right after leaving. We are always happy to try again.


Please, you need this.


GRINDING AND GROANING AND BINDING AND MOANING


And now Rolan, another jumped-up youngster, is said to be in charge of Sorcerous Sundries! The whole town is following Elturel to hell.


Do you still want to be together?


...Friend or foe? Guildsman or stone bastard?


There's got to be another way in.


*Suddenly you see what she sees. Feel what she feels. Anger. Confusion. <i>Resolve</i>.*


Oi! Someone out there?


Out of harm's way.


If you'd had your way our number would be one fewer by now. We're fortunate you were caught red-fanged.


Orin taught us some very <i>specific</i> cruelties. Speak the word, Chosen, and I will inflict them on anyone you wish.


*Especially if you have the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate on your side.*


Pigeon remains. All this mess from a single bird?


A servant to the cause. A master of the craft.


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


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


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


Never.


Effort v6


Is this just for decoration? Useless.<br>


<i>Chk</i>. I'll handle it.


You were delectable. And now I just can't help but wonder how the others taste.


That would be covered by the 'for reasons that cannot be disclosed' clause, so let's move on.


I better get a 'thank you'.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


I ain't a failure - I'll be a hero when I tell the boss about this place. And you'll be maggot food.


Damn. After a decade in hell, I was hoping for a little company. Especially some who looked like you.


Now: if you must burrow through my blackened heart - <i>I am ready.</i>


Help! PLEASE!


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


These tracks... goblins?


I want to say it doesn't make sense - but it makes perfect sense, doesn't it? I should've seen it earlier. All the signs were there.


The orb. That constant reminder of your past failings. The instrument of your slow, sad, <i>inevitable </i>destruction. It can instead redeem you.


Seemed to work.<br>


Something good here, I hope.


Invoco te!<br>v3


Which part of me is supposed to fit in there, exactly?


I suppose I can't blame you. You are threatened by the tadpole and you think I prevented you from being cured.


No, wait! HELP!


But I still have hope. I have reason to believe he's in the Underdark. Hopefully I'll pick up his trail from there.


Hey darling.


I'm watching you, <i>istik</i>... I'm sure the Inquisitor will want to hear my report.


I'll always come through.


Shout


Oh, fancy.


You... lost it. Funny, that - you just lost a heap of coin too.


This should help.


Athkatla. Capital of Amn. Wouldn't mind checking it out some day.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


What's that now?


Absolute preserve me... offh... UGGH - it's still warm... <i>hurrph!</i>


Video veritatem!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


These webs are everywhere.<br>


What are you doing? They'll kill us all...


It looks as though there should be more to this chest... A-ha, a false bottom.


<i>Fascinating</i>... I wish I could put half as much into my final report, but, well, I think my superiors would rather I just stick to the facts.


You got that right.


Hush, Boo! Something stirred above.


*Your mind is quiet, finally free of the parasite's control, but your body is thrumming with power.*


I notice your pale companion's absence, but tell him he need not fear us.


It is in your nature to have tried. You have not.


This plane is full of disturbing creatures.


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


Cutting to the chase.


*Your silence does you few favours. It seems another way must be found to loosen your tongue.*


Hm. A book on Netherese magic. Gale may like to know.


Nobody asked you to!


Was that fish, frog, or the result of some sorcerous mishap? Whatever the case, it was foul.


Have fun, soldier. Leave something left for me later, ey?


Stand strong.


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


I was hoping you would ask...


Hurt Critical


A waste of my talents.


Mortem tuum sum!


Diminuo te!<br>v3


This must have been quite a view, once.


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


No, just thinking.


For mother Gith, and all her children!


Hmph.


Shouldn't be long now - hold the line!


As you like. Try not to tire yourself out too much.


Steel yourself.


Racy? More like juicy. A very juicy read.


Why bother? They seem to <i>like </i>their torturer, now. What does it matter if they end up dead?


We may talk, but - I do not trust my brethren.


I need you in the fight.


It's quite beautiful - though dangerous things often are.


So Orin is a shapeshifter. How long has she been watching?


Ever at your service.


She deserves more time to enjoy her victory. Still, there's solace to be found in surrendering one's mortality in a blaze of glory. Or so I hear.


Where to next?


Pizzled rancour!


Circles and stars. That moon journal mentioned this.


At once.


Door won't budge. Must be a way to open it...


Thou hast reached thy limit.


Ogro... needs freed... HELP!


Look, I think we should go our separate ways. I've spent long enough in the Hells to know a bad situation when I see one.


Because we don't have a choice! Not if we're going to save ourselves from these worms.


*No trigger or handle, though. No way to open it.*


Time to meet your maker.


Your choice of allies is most vexing. They do not become you. <i>Lae'zel.</i>


Nearly light. The others will be awake soon...


A usurper falls, another rot cleansed.


But I think you've got the right idea. Better I live fully and meaningfully than to pine for an always-and-forever I could never achieve.


Resisto frigus!


Will we allow ourselves to be manipulated by misinformation? NO.


You mustn't! Hee hee HEE.


Canto te!<br>v2


Keeping my head down.


That looked... painful. To say the least. <br>


Oh, I'm aware. Several come to mind right now... but I'm going to tempt fate and say we can take our time.


And every time I make love in your shape, you will know. A shiver out of the blue, a tingle from beyond. You will know.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


No, no, no. Yours truly defused the situation.


Dark Lady as my witness, I have no idea what you're talking about. I think we're done here.


Ha! Defeating a devil in his own home feels very, very good, actually.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Still attached.


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


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


He knew about the Absolute. I thought little of it at first - but he realised the danger before anyone else did.


What I would not give for some fresh honeycomb just now...


I was hoping you'd say that.


Bah, where is the barbarian rage? I have been learning so many colourful phrases from you, I was hoping to inspire a few more.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


Eeek! Of course! Wear what you will.


You can die later. I still need you.


I've got you, soldier!


Stupefacio!


You told me once to choose you, the one who loved me. That's what this is all about. Do you doubt me?


As you need.


Inveniam viam!


Hooligans at the Mermaid've been using my shutters for target practise.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


I can't lose you.


No - no, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have shouted - I'm sorry.


Fuck. Off.


*Tap. Tap. <i>STAB</i>.*


I have conquered beholders and bandits, but never darkness itself. I dare say we could part all the seas of Toril if we so wished!


The... note...


It was... the only thing... we could do...


Like the book said - I've to get through this maze without getting caught or triggering a trap. Simple... I hope.


Vincere est vivere!


<i>Don't touch me.</i>


You will <i>not</i>.


It's a bit loud, what with all these clanking guards.


I believe that's called growth, Shadowheart.


What's this, now?


...Yeah, she's not coming back.


But what a <i>perfect</i> month it's been - right, darling?


But Liam said it was you sprung him from that goblin camp. Not me, not Aradin or Barth - you.


An ancient city, hewn from the stone by disciples of Shar, later abandoned.


Bring dusk, bring night. Bring death.


I know what's in that head of yours better than you do, girl. My name.


I want more for myself than to languish. I want to battle, I want to bleed.


<i>I understand my outer membrane and appendages unnerve you. But despite my exterior, I still feel.</i>


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


But first, we must get to the helm.


In so doing, you made yourself my possession and my obsession.


Dying Burning<br>v6


<i>You did this? Unacceptable.</i>


What - you want to me kiss your knee and make it better?


Enough. The child is dead. No need to prolong the matter.


But first, I must cage the aasimar. After that, I have an <i>eternity </i>to begin.


But I thought you had something... more with Lae'zel?


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


What choice do I have? More than just a goddess counts on my courage: whole worlds hang in the balance.


It was crying - saying Ethel was dying.


This is impossible - <i>you're </i>impossible!


It is time you knew mine.


A bunch of gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Dragged... to the Hells. They blamed... us.


*You see the fiend again, and ignite with Wyll's rancour. She is an infernal wardevil, a threat to the living - evil incarnate.*


The parasite has taken root, it would seem. Every word, every promise - it is <i>ghaik</i> deception.


All right, all right. Turn left when you exit this chamber, and you will find a hatch that leads beneath the House. That's where we keep the naughtiest souls.


Hurt


Now, now. Take a breath, count to ten. This battle's been long-finished - no reason to fight it again.


It didn't seem right to let you do <i>all </i>the work. And as it happens, I've cobbled together something of an alchemist's workbench here in this inn.


*The rock under your feet juts upwards, forming a perfectly engraved tombstone with a small epitaph.*


What's next? There's got to be something.


Can't risk being in open view.<br>


No more than Vlaakith will sow in Tu'narath and beyond. No more than the <i>ghaik</i> will sow across every plane.


Beldron - he's gone. And you stood there and <i>watched.</i>


SmileClosed<br>var 5


If that's all, then what comes after is for you to decide, Mr Dekarios. Think well on all that's happened, and stay true to that heart of yours. It's a good one.


Holy... I feel <i>powerful</i>. Nice chair indeed.


Maybe I should.


I sense the leadership of your troupe lies elsewhere. I'd be <i>most </i>grateful for an introduction.


The hag - there's never been a more vile creature.


There shall be dire consequences for this mistake.


Ah, it speaks of the Moonmaiden's sacred rites of passage. I still remember my own.


I miss watching your artist paint.


A dragon. Gods preserve me.


Don't bleed out on me.


I wonder if he uses magic in the bedroom? That could go very well or very badly.


Hells - that thing'll blow this place sky high!


So, how was your night with Gale? Did you have a long, hard debate?


We chose each other, Her an' me.


Bit of a mess you're in.


Eyes open. Watch the shadows.


See? Nothing. Come on, we're wasting our time.


<i>Tsk'va</i>... It speaks truth. The inquisitor will be most pleased.


As the rising sun.


That symbol on the collar... Gale, is this one yours?


Have mercy, sister. She's old, after all.


Plenty left to see.


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


Interesting. How exactly are you and our esteemed Archduke acquainted?


Now, if you're done rifling through my things...


<i>You leave me no option but to join the Netherbrain.</i>


One of your companions is already lost - you will suffer the same fate.


An astute observation.


Auribus teneo lupum!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I will find her, I will murder her. And I will smile.


Hrm, hrm. Let me check, let me check.


You're trying to scare me... to see if I'm tough enough to make it out there.


Digging... too quickly. Felt tunnel... collapsing. Kept going. Better dead than... worg meat.


The toys mentioned in that letter. I need to be careful.


<i>Demerge in carne. </i>


Now he stands poised to save the city. I can think of no champion more worthy.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


Flagello!


Those damn shadows. We're going to have to fight our way out of this one.


... enemies... murderers...


I knew you would fight - and I knew you would win. I needed to ensure Vlaakith's trust. This was the only way.


I meant to do that.


Et alibi!<br>v2


Where the hells are we?


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


<i>Still, I feel a heaviness within me, that my life alone should be worth the loss of so many others. Such extinctions are... regrettable.</i>


I am a gentleman who may venture where he pleases - it is <i>you </i>who must mind where they go, and do not forget it!


The shadow-cursed lands... makes back home in the Underdark seem quaint.


Of course you need saving.


I'll shank the bastards, Auntie - I swear it!


When Elturel was dragged into Avernus, I was drafted into a devil's smithy. It <i>should </i>have been awful, but infernal metal is like a wild horse. Powerful, exuberant - it'll kill you if you lack technique.


Citius!


Welcome back. Have you made any new discoveries?


<i>Glad to see you earned Jaheira's trust. That's no mean feat.</i>


- and we slit his throat before he can utter another word against the Undying Queen.


I can't believe what I just watched.


No.


Have you seen the size of a Lantanese candle?!


Faith without action is anaemic, sickly. In a word, <i>useless</i>.


Angry little creature, isn't she?


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Impressive? Not the word I would use. But to each their own.


I'm proud of you, kids.


*You are a mind flayer, the very thing you were taught to hate. Whatever self you still possess is quickly ebbing away.*


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


Open up!


I need a moment for the two of us.


Not now. You have killed me by robbing me of all purpose.


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


Someone else got out.


I can't think of a better caretaker for the city I love. You're going to do so much for Baldur's Gate, Wyll.


Looks like these people sought shelter in the tunnels.


Extra Recovered


Hm. No. Incapable.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Our tale's not over.


IN THIS HOUSE THIEVES ARE MELTED LIKE BUTTER AND SPREAD ONTO TOAST


Wait, WAIT! I'm just a prisoner - spare me and there'll be coin, I swear it!


Kill! Kill! Kill again!


Everyone does in this city. All right, but keep your eyes peeled, and your mouth shut. If you find anything, tell me, but best not to go alarming the other Fists.


Meenlocks. Just what we needed.


If it had been the dwarf alone, we might have stood a chance, but these doppelgangers... they swarmed us.


Death won't take me yet.


You're <i>scoping</i> Glitterbeard's office.


To... fight... against... githyanki... attack...


<i>Medullis et sanguis...</i>


By the time we get to the city, I'm gonna have an entire <i>catalogue</i> of songs about you.


Let me guess. Defeat. It's to be expected, eagles are invincible after all.


Need to whisk that child away, now.


They told me you had changed. I dared not believe it.


<i>You.</i> Minsc has had his tadpole twisted enough by evil forces - why save him from evil, only to make him DO evil?


So, will you bring me Lora's head? Or do I have to sleep with one eye open tonight?


I will be. Once we all get clear of this place.


*Lastly, the Harper wishes you well. The path to Moonrise Towers is arduous - but you will overcome.*


That voice - could it be the Dark Goddess herself?


He must have returned to the grove.


Falling<br>Var 3


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Something's always catching us.


<i>I -! </i>


Where'd that child go? Or... whatever it is.


Hells - these are bulette burrows. <i>Land sharks.</i>


Footprints - bearing the odour of the sewers.


You companion understands, I think. Help her, please. Help her see what must be done.


Good-bye Karlach. I didn't miss you before, and I won't miss you now.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


Up you get.


Astarion? It - it cannot be...


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Nothing important is ever easy.


It doesn't. We're an odd team, but we <i>are </i>a team.


Scab-licking vagrant!


Extra Recovered <br>V3


Just waiting to venture forth here.


Es praedae mei!


YES! OH GOODNESS YES! I <i>am</i> a good dog... Fantastic stuff.


Reeducation. Viconia would feed Shadowheart a doctrine of lies before she could see the plain truth.


*For a moment, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. Then, an absence. Mystra's blessing has been withdrawn, as has her approval. But the lantern... that is yours to command.*


Ut ventus!


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


The doll keeps teleporting - we need to find a way to stop it.


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


Fair enough. But even so, I have the unfortunate suspicion your survival is still very much in jeopardy.


Attack Critical<br>


You can't blame a fellow for trying. If you're contented as we are, then so am I.


Umbrae!


You know what I really miss about Baldur's Gate? The food. Freshest fish I've ever had.


I'm still learning! There's so much to -


No... this isn't right...


Look at him. Staunch as an iron-cast statue, proud as a lion after the hunt.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


*Meoooow! Mrah.*


What, no ripping me to pieces? Weird.


Rescue party.


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


*Moving that body has caused quite the upset. Time to defend your actions.*


But you? You're on your own. Nothing more than a skin-suit for that monster inside you.


Scorch marks. Hints of Weave too. There might just be trouble afoot.


I know what's done is done - you made your vow. But I'm sorry all the same.


We should hit Rivington next - they might have something we've forgotten.


I really made it out of Avernus. It's incredible.


Reckless behaviour. We need all three Netherstones.


An illithid stands before me. My eyes show me a horror; my heart sees something more.


Invisibilis!


I'll keep an eye out for any more hag tricks, don't you worry.


A prison. Commissioned by Vlaakith, built in the Hells. A place for all who threaten her to wilt and die.


If your intentions are virtuous, ultimate power will sour them. And if they are not, well - I shudder to think of the chaos you could sow.


<i>That you are complex. And full of contradictions. It was no easy task, but I had to persist. </i>


Just as I was free...


I was a slave when we were last here. I do not appreciate being reminded of that.


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


Surprised this hay hasn't gone up in flames yet.


Strange fellow, that one. You sure made a mess of him.


Why, my friend, we take what's ours.


Sorry. I'm just so hungry. This is the only place I can get anything to eat.


Is that Rolan? I thought he had better sense than this.


<i>Tsk'va</i>. Which makes you all the more tempting.


This Inquisitor sounds like a real piece of work. Do you think he'll answer our questions?


Harpers - now is the time!


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


Hullo, nice day for - hang about. You're that hero-type from the gazette.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Ah, the City of Splendours. Spent a whole Fleetswake there with my father. What a delight.


The world's clock is winding down.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


We do not wish to see you suffer so. Let us cure you.


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


A simple task.


Minsc thinks you will sound better without your teeth.


That should work.<br>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


You spotted us. Good. 'S like they say...


Hm. Perhaps it'll make the evening more tolerable.


What I see is an ally dead, and a stranger standing over his corpse.


Look, you might be a big shot in the broadsheets now, but doesn't mean you can keep interrupting us normal folk.


Let's make the most of this.


There's blood here, not yet dried. And no sign of the smith...


Amazing that the sword stayed sharp for so long.


Effort v2


Sold it to... to Derryth?


Don't go soft on me now - this is hardly the first life we've taken. Besides, this place has been empty for years - the sacrifice can't be a simple mortal. More likely a monster.


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


You spherical git.


At last. What took you so long, little Sharran?


A sturdy dwarf, a leather whip. She gives - you receive. Or have I misjudged you?


Acidum!


Hurry. Please.


To battle, Boo! Or at the very least, a brawl.


Pulchrior!


I won't keep you waiting.


Sine metu!<br>v3


I'm not interested. Now get out. I've got work to do.


Though our time together will be <i>exceptionally </i>brief. Farewell, and happy landing.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


This looks to be the same language as on the Szarr's signet ring...


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


*A pause, as if it struggles to compress its vast being down into terms you can understand.*


You've got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. The Dark Lord Bane blesses our alliance.


I bet Master Figaro has the perfect outfit to complement your scale-sheen.


But I do wonder - just how mighty will the stalwart Blade be, without warlock powers to help him?


No, but I expect to be, once Hurlbut Hhune's thugs catch up with me.


*You know this market: The Wide. You've pilfered a trinket or two from it in your day.*


I need to focus on the front - hopefully you and our friend inside are getting on well.


I can't tell what I don't know. My goddess willed it, so I obeyed.<br>


Charitable bunch, these myconids. At least more so than Kagha and her pet snake.<br>


I took you for a better sort than these. Leave me to my chains, then.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


There we go. Clean and deep.


I - I think so.


Was the sun always that bright?


Don't make me hold your hand now.


Frange!


OI! Can a bloke not get <i>any </i>bleedin' privacy round here? Buncha perverts, the lot of you!


What did that do?


We're the grease that keeps the wheels of commerce turning.


Easy enough.


Dying Burning<br>v4


What is it, my friend?


I was raised better than this.


That's one tadpole we can't go losing.<br>


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


To turn away from Selûne for this. This curse. This disgusting power to corrupt and kill...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


You gave them peace. For that, for all you have done, you have our thanks.


Give in, sweet one. Serve your dear Auntie Ethel.


Victory v2


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Bravo. That is indeed where my mind wanders to, when times are hard...


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


A close alliance.


We are a little ways from our camp here. You'll just have to put up with me, for now.


A lot of blood... and some pink stains?


See evil? Fetch JUSTICE!


Blink and you'll miss me.


I killed someone, Locke. I stabbed them to death.


Morio!


Quickly now.


<i>Someone's coming. Someone new. Maybe they want to play.</i>


Strangest magic I've seen since roaming the ruins of Myth Drannor, but I can't argue with the results.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


I still hear it. Seems your theory is wrong.


Wealth is to be shared, I suppose.


PainPretend<br>var 2


I bet that scam is going to kill in Baldur's Gate.


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


Just a hallucination, nothing more.


An adamantine forge? Think of the masterworks that could be made there.


Fumble in my head again and I'll gut you.


Dark forces upon dark forces, so it seems.


Only through anatomical study do we learn of <i>ghaik</i> weakness. The more we know, the more efficient our kills.


Yeah, he mentioned that. About a thousand times.


A new master arises. A new master must be served.


Dying Burning<br>v3


On your command, Counsellor.


Are we a bit calmer now, pal?


This way - hurry up!


It is well for you that Boo's heart is as soft as his rump.


Mephistar. Home to another archdevil. Not for all the wine in Calimshan.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


I've never seen a tree like that. The bark must be a rarity.


Which is their problem now, not ours.


There's always one...


Selûne statues everywhere. How could a temple of Shar be here also?


Hurt Critical


I brought him so many people. So many wasted lives.


Anyone who takes down a worg gets their choice of cut tonight...


Look - Wulbren is no friend of the Gondians. He's a piece of <i>frenk'vol</i>. I don't know what poison he put in your mind, but we are good people in a bad place.


Forget it. I should look for some sort of trigger or switch.


Forgive the mess. Your blood is far more volatile than I'd anticipated.


Free from this nightmare? It doesn't feel possible...


<i>Rhaal'tuuch</i>!


Another one come to take our coin and clog our halls.


Music's a powerful source of memories. We might be able to bring him around if we find what he used to play.


I'm on my way!


I'd never be this wasteful, for a start. Her blood's everywhere.


Thou necrotic stump!


Shadowheart - aid us!


Wait! I - need... Derryth! My bag! I beg you!


Perhaps. We'll take one more look here, then move on to the Flophouse.


Victory v2


Well ain't you got a sunny disposition? The bugbear'll <i>hate</i> ya.


All this over a statue?


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


Begone, friend; I have a darling to adore.


Falling<br>ver 1


Die, says the Absolute!


They are... brother and sister. Cal says... I am family, but...


You rejected your own blood. Your unholy provenance. You are no child of Bhaal.


*Ravengard's tadpole clenches as Wyll's memories flow into him.*


Now, that there's a face I'd remember if I'd seen it. Welcome to Sharess' Caress!


Feathers! Enough for a pillow of Boo proportions.


<i>L'il Alurl!</i> For Shar!


As if my hamster himself had told me.


... ambush... gnolls...


These worms are doing something - I can feel it. What are you going to do about it?


NO! NOT MY MUSHROOMS!


Action, not reaction.


Guild roof, Guild rules. I'll make sure my people know that.


And <i>still</i> you're staring at me.


The brain is growing in power - or loosening its bonds.


There was magic within this mirror once... <i>consuming </i>magic. But it's shattered, now.


Dying Panic Fall


It will serve you well. 'A Study of the Slayer', penned by Jon Irenicus. It's a one-of-a-kind, so do try to keep it away from the inevitable bloodbath.


The knock-knock does not work. Perhaps the knock-down?


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


<i>But if you insist on taking a look for yourself, BE MY GUEST.</i>


<i>Another Lolth-sworn - a killmonger, a monster.</i>


Recovered <br>V4


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


You may be proven incorrect - time is not on my side, I fear.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Esto perpetua!


*This area is off-limits. Perhaps the guard can be convinced otherwise.*


You're too late, Wyll.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Ooof - my heart! The enthusiasm is... too much! Now, up, up - double sharp! Or poor Buddy will think you don't like him.


I could never regret fulfilling my life's purpose. Besides, Lady Shar may afford me a little... <i>wiggle room.</i>


No, no, we can't go! I want to see Dribbles!


D'ya fancy a hunk of dwarf meat, under-dweller? He ain't ready yet.


Minsc could never count as high as Boo, so the number of steps soon became too large for him to hold in his head. Too large and too sad.


Malleus!


Say - is that Gale's tressym? I wonder what it's doing out here.


Still nothing.


I hope the wretched beast is rotting out there.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Diminuo te!<br>v3


*This may be your best chance to negotiate Wyll out of his pact.*


You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.


Macte virtute!


I'll say this for those devils: they know how to throw a punch.


Without much success, based on the evidence.<br>


Dodge


Bring Halsin as soon as you can. The Shadowfell is no place for a child. Especially a child like Thaniel.


Option two - black's king retreats up and right. Your knight can then move two squares left and one up to mate the king, your rook preventing his escape.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


There's a breeze down here. Wonder where it's coming from.


Funny.


Don't bother speaking to the gravekeeper - she won't do anything about her precious carpenter.


My purpose is to connect every soul with their divine patron. How could I do that if I couldn't distinguish what deities they serve?


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


Pipe down!


Minthara. To sleep with her is to dream of death. Plenty of that to go around.


Nice and quiet now.


<i>His domination is what keeps you <b>free</b>. You know this already. </i>


The necromancer was experimenting on the tadpoles.


The summoning channel Mystra has provided is one only I can enter. No matter how much I'd prefer not to face her alone.


The decor in this cell is <i>fascinating</i>.


I can't believe someone would do such a thing...


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


That orb's going to blow - and soon.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Go on! Give the worgs some booze! They'll love it. <br>


Stand down, Wyll. She's fiery, but no devil.


Their eyes are made for the dark - fire and light is our friend.


Expensive imports, no doubt. A shame they have wilted.


They are right through that door, in the Chamber of Loss. Where they have been all along. You saw them many times, only we made you forget. But <i>they </i>didn't forget.


*The Fist's suspicion softens to curiosity, his hostility melting at the recognition that there's more beyond those eyes than malice.*


Voco nubes!<br>v3


COME GET YER COPY OF THE BALDUR'S MOUTH GAZETTE! WHEN THE MOUTH SPEAKS, THE CITY SHAKES!


What's this - what in the hells is all the yelling about? Is this another show?


It should've just been another moment of disgust for greater reward.


I offer you as sacrifice to Lady Shar!


You're not ready. It's all right.


Judging by the state of the leg, this must be part of the clown.<br>


Time to talk.


Don't go, Master! Please... don't go.


They <i>are</i> fiendishly complex, but fear not for Minsc. With training, he has learned to master the many little knots.


Die, <i>is'tark</i>!


Excuse me, saer? Could you spare a little gold?


You still believe yourself to be so wronged? You always were stubborn.


All that waiting around, just to watch Varrl take a nap.


Need something?


No! The Motivator - deactivate it, <i>hurry</i>!


An ox requires food and the occasional beating to keep it moving. You are simpler - the Emperor's words serve as both carrot and stick.


Easy, lads! We got a True Soul comin' through!


My sister will be here soon - she never turns down an invitation to pleasure.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


*You roll her away, further bloodying your hands as you do.*


The torso of a clown, parted from head and limbs. Dribbles, no doubt.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


On my way.


Seemed to work.<br>


'Chaos will be sewn from their passage.'


Patricide is often the first step toward greatness, but I hope Wyll does not regret sacrificing his infernal powers.


I think <i>not</i>.


Curious - what are those marks there?


Strong words may frighten others, my friend, but it takes much more to scare those in my line of work.


No, ours was not a bond of strength but of convenience. It's outstayed its welcome.


I know Mystra - intimately. And I carry a fragment of the Weave itself within my body. Karsus achieved many things, but he never managed that.


All the coin seems to be there, if a little blood-stained. You lot are enthusiastic about your Lord's work.


Attack<br>var 2


At last, we stand on the cusp of victory. A narrower precipice than I hoped, but it's our destiny to traverse it nonetheless.


Open Mouth Effort v4


One moment - I'm trying to work out how many pinches of mugwort is equivalent to one of mothersleaf...


Well done - I knew your true nature remained, beneath those dark impulses. You are your true self, at last.


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


Beldron's trapped with that maniac Nere. If you won't find Philomeen, I will.


How many such innocents will die before the Absolute are wiped from this plane?


Keep your gold close, and your wits about you - the Guild is getting bold.


Et alibi!<br>v3


I knew I liked you, dearie.


Sounds like sacrifices were carried out beyond here.


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


Monsters snuffling and stalking...
In the shade where we are walking...


Lucky for us, we've got a knack for miracles. Let's reunite the girl with her mother and father. She deserves that much.


Blood follows me everywhere.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


And you dare show your face to me? Have you no honour? No respect for the dead?


Effort v10


Really? Just like that? Oh, thank you - thank you so much.


Looks like the curse claimed some of the Absolute's followers as its own.


It's people like you who make Lightbringer Gortash question our loyalty.<br>


You're all too quick to abandon the one you promised yourself to. That is not a quality I admire.


Everytime I close my eyes, I can see... <i>it.</i>


Now choose. Which eye will it be? Right or left?


What are all of these for?


Recovered <br>V2


It involves you puttin' yer trust in the Absolute. Simple.


No, Disciple. Forgiveness, Disciple.


This lake of blood again. It's even bigger up close.


<i>No clossser!</i>


But we were talking about you. What'll it be?


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


But if Orpheus is off the table... well, I trust you to think of something.


Down... Down...


*This is not your first time unravelling a long intestine left-handed, but each time you swear up a storm, hoping it will be your last.*


Hmmm.


I hope your goddess appreciates the blood you have shed for her, Shadowheart.


Ad vitam aeternam!


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


*A palace of memories opens up to you, separated into segments. Within one segment, you see it - the truth, exactly as the figure said. He saved your life.*


I can sense Halsin - we just have to buy him a little more time!


The Adamantine Forge - the memory shard already revealed its location.


The many eyes. The stare of pain. The ray of death. Keep it away. Keep it away.


Who's there? Meg? Is that - argh!


*Magical energy courses through the slate. You are flooded with understanding.*


<b>Thine offering is doomed to lack, <br>So face a fate most bleak and black. </b>


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


I know you... and you are most <i>certainly</i> not a faithful of Bhaal. Not like I am.


No one's getting killed, I swear. We're just two friends talking.


Commander of Dragons. <i>My only, my Chosen.</i>


This trunk's rotten; shouldn't put too much weight on it.


Do it, you gutless stinksack!


Done gawking? Lend a hand or get gone.


Not one in particular. The city is a veritable feast of sweethearts.


It is done. My faith is acknowledged, my destiny set in slate.


And yet you served. I - ngh!


My proof lies beneath that blanket.


All is ash and meat!


On my way.<br>


How can they sleep when there's a bloody army coming?


Cheers to a night we won't remember.


Worse - they defied Lady Shar's power, openly. Now they have paid the price.


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


And there is no society on this planet more laterally, imaginatively, and <i>confusingly </i>depraved as that of Baldur's Gate. Although of late, I do feel I've seen everything. Perhaps you'll show me something new?


Well?


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


I will await word at your camp.


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


You seek to be Unburdened, yes? The Mapping of the Heart can reveal the way... yet there is another here whose need is great.


Learn quicker!


Oh. Oh dear. A dwarf, you say? Ffion, one of Mamzell's girls from Sharess' Caress!


<i>I can't let them stay here - what if the little brat gets into the basement?</i>


Fiat voluntas dei!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


The platform's already here.


Glad that caught my eye.


*But perhaps you wish to degrade yourself. And he knows it.*


There is no need - all are welcome to remember the fallen.


She's not breathing.


Effort v7


Falling<br>Var 2


That's quite an egg.


Recovered <br>V3


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


That crier says Lord Gortash is dead! Should we get copies of the latest Mouth? You know, as souvenirs?


Another battle. Just what I needed.


Yer... what... yer lyin', ain'tcha? Lemme show ya how we handle liars 'round here.


Yes, yes, I see. And is that 'grr' with two 'r's or one?


Think you can take me on?


Astonishing. To think such grandeur has been lurking beneath the city.


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


I wonder what Professor Limeleech really thinks of me?


I can no longer suffer your company. Be grateful I don't rid myself of it with a blade.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


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


I would. He didn't have any fight left in him.


Still another githyanki disc. I'll see what Lae'zel has to say.


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


I can't wait to get back to the hells - at least it's <i>warm</i> there. The wind off the harbour here cuts me to the bone.


The eye's scrying days are over.


That temper of yours is a sight to behold. You'll need to be careful, or your rage will burn right through you.


He's a big boy, supposedly. Not like I forced it down his neck.


Keep steady. We're closing in.


I keep forgetting. What are we supposed to be doing?


The others have despised my presence here since I joined you.


You and Wyll, is it? I'm glad the blade has found a new sheath, at least.


Karlach? What's wrong?


This is grim. If we can slip this without murdering a hollyphant, I'll be very glad.


So what do you say - did I scare ya?


But I won't let you - I will carve out your corpses and serve them to her on a <i>plate</i>.


Yes, of course.


Auntie Ethel - it's time to hold up your end of our bargain!


Phew! That was wild. Thanks for playing along.


You serve the Absolute well.


That's... that's the weapon the Absolute has been searching for. You're not one of us. You're an abomination.


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


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


Recovered <br>V2


Freedom - I'd forgotten how it felt. Thank you.


Compliance. Just as it should be.


Karlach? <i>Karlach? </i>Where'd she run off to?


We need to prepare for battle. I will head out and seek out more allies to help our cause.


At ease. Observe, and learn. Once you are assured victory, <i>then</i> you strike.


Well that didn't want to move. How long was it stranded there?


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Sniff<br>var 2


SmileClosed<br>var 5


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


Cruel queen... taints... poisons... keeps control...


Laughter Maniacal


Here's hoping I don't regret it.


This won't be the last of them.


Nettie could put you to rights. She should be with the others in the inner chambers, but I doubt she'll be taking on new patients. The grove will be locked down soon.


It's done - good.


Myrmidons - <i>imperatum</i>!


<i>Where will you go now?</i>


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Sniff<br>var 3


Anything for a friend.


<i>No! </i>Mig only small. This huge. In walls above. Maybe whole tower.


About time. Looks like payday's coming!


I will be your shield, but you must be the sword.


I'm not talking about that. We've both got bigger enemies than one another - the city's enemies.


CoughIll<br>var 2


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


My thinking exactly. This weasel's got nothing on our demi-god. Nothing at all.


Strange mask. Looks familiar, but I can't quite place it.


Boo did this because he knows the heart of Minsc, and he knew that a part of it was all those many steps behind us. In Rashemen. At home.


Anything happen while I was away?


A friend in need.


Yes. <i>Good.</i>


What is that symbol supposed to mean?


Minsc - <i>Astele -</i>


Prithee take my words in the bitter spirit they are meant.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


-why---
-WHAT-----
                 ---who are you-


Prefer lies, do you?


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Best be careful.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Well, we both know he deserved it. Incredible. You vanish for ten years, then come back and murder the biggest prick in the city. Legend.


If the days in Avernus had an end, this is where he'd spend the nights.


Then it is well I am asking you to serve only yourself.


Excuse you.


He'll feel that in the morning.


Who's that.


The sort of thing that might interest Wyll.


If anyone needs it, it's you.


Interesting.


These glyphs are similar to those in the Necromancy of Thay.


A githyanki hunting party. Did Voss' device detect them?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


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


Is someone feeling rebellious, True Soul? Fine. Speak to them if you wish - but when I catch you, and I <i>will </i>catch you.


Move along, citizen. This is an active investigation.


Now I've got to find another way around. If you're smart, you will too. You're no match for that lot.


Getting Halsin out of here is going to be a real treat.


Ugh, fine. I'll bite. What's <i>your</i> theory?


More shaking? The stone here shouldn't be so loud...


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


The Mouth can publish all the fluff pieces it wants about those Steel Watchers. I think they're a menace.


I came seeking allies to our cause. Watchers spotted me, dragged me to Ulder Ravengard's husk.


I will take my pick.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Voco murus!<br>v3


What are you waiting for?<br>


Oof. I got a tingle for a second there.


Talk to Anders if you want the details. I don't have it in me to recount the horror.


Be wary of the creature's lying tongue. Cut it out, if you must.


So the demonic figures we saw were <i>githyanki</i> all along?


Because I am just like you. And I need an ally.


If you have taken one undead trophy, perhaps I can interest you in another?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Careful - I may just take you up on that.


I acquire keys and allow these funds to circulate, like lifeblood in a healthy body. Everyone benefits - particularly those who bring me such keys.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


*You quickly clear things up. Obviously you aren't the miscreant responsible.*


Hmm?


Good night, sweet Lord.


We're just <i>browsing, Boo</i>.


*Wide gaping sockets that see nothing - and still they seem to watch you.*


Simplest strategy there is: draw them in and burn them faster than they can burn us.


Damn it. I wish we could at least give them a proper burial.


Argh, my knees! Oh. It was a twig.


This plane is full of disturbing creatures.


No. Too many goblins. Too many dead before me!


That way?


Suspicious? What? How? I don't even know what that means.


How could it...?


Don't mind if I do.


Try to keep up.


I found you, following the stench of that bard. She reeked across the coast like a piece of dog-muck on the road.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


Incredible tale. I wouldn't have believed it, if we hadn't seen the prince for ourselves.


Ooft, hello. I'm Gale of Waterdeep. Apologies, I'm usually better at this.


It's nice of you to indulge me, but I'm afraid this matter is a little too sensitive to share as a mere indulgence.


I rise... ngh, <i>soon.</i>


I shall see to that burden.


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


How like you, Karlach. You give in with the slightest bit of pressure.


I'm afraid you'll have to content yourself with vagrant chickens.


Because! We deliver communications across dangerous enemy territory, with only our superior wits and aerial agility to protect us.


Nothing too taxing. Now, let's see what was so worth such protection...


Any luck with the gnomes?


Nothing. There must be another trigger.


I would carry you, but Boo is a little jealous.


The symbol on the collar... does that mean this is Gale's pet?


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Bugger off. You're distractin' the slaves. They run, you're dead.


Shout


And that's exactly what I'm going to do: finish <i>The Weeping Dawn</i> - for her.


Well met. Goblins roughed me up and stole my hose when they heard me singing <i>Hatchling Love</i>.


No way to ignite these. Strange.


I could drown in that song...


Wait just a moment, sweetie. Auntie is busy.


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


A devil deal? Have you lost your - hm, forget it. Your soul is your own for the dealing. Your father's? That's a different matter.


I suppose some help is in order.


Tu es nihil!


Heh. Yeah.


A dismembered foot - Dribbles', most certainly.<br>


Come now, no need to be shy. I assure you I'd be delighted to help this 'friend' of yours.


The hag's handiwork - a depraved competition in viciousness.


This key is identical to the one we found in the tunnels beneath the temple.


There are sixteen different ways I could really hurt you right now.


What's that?


This place again? Can't wait to leave it behind for good.


If that is not a hero, then Minsc and Boo are no heroes. You're not saying my hamster is not a hero, Wyll...?


That was <i>revolting</i>.


I can't sleep. The whispering won't let me. It keeps pushing me - to you.


Remain steadfast - there is nothing to fear from what awaits me. In fact... allow me to show you. Words alone are not enough.


Strange collar... it's got runes all over it.


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


Ubi es?<br>v3


Clock's ticking, Guildies! Will it be Nine-Fingers alone, or all of you with her?


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Listen, you!


Harpers, now! Cut them down!


Something didn't like that.<br>


Here we go again.


A waste of my talents.


A GHOST! Wait, no. A projection, says Boo.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Effort v10


Hey!


Or possibly 'turnip'.


<i>Quiet. </i>Or your meat will fill my belly.


And to think the drama's just started.


Who cares what squiddie thinks? Our goal was never to save the damn thing. If Orpheus can help us, we should give him a chance.


Then go get him!


Dear me. That's quite a loss. But! Oh well! Wulbren's back!


Why is there blood <i>here?</i>


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


Must've been out of use for a long old time.


Pick one. Whichever is quicker. And do it <i>now</i>.


Attack Critical<br>var3


He captured me. Kept me for years as his slave.


Yeah, when he ran off with the druid that saved our hides the first time.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Just because I'm a drow, you think I've got a whip between my legs and a stiletto wedged between my breasts?


Nnnn...<i>argh!</i>


Dead for good! Wow, the Chosen of Myrkul... What a fight!


With haste.


Bah - I cannot trust my own mind. So it seems I must trust yours.


Let's see what I can glean.


Now I must ask you to step away. This patient demands my utmost attention.


Whatever you want with this idol, I'd prefer we make it quick. I'm not sure I'm comfortable catching Mystra's eye, even if it is made of stone.


A pity neither of us saw what happened.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


But she was an entire person before she ever made that choice.


Et alibi!<br>v2


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


Prinski's Motivation Sequence activated.


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


<i>Another</i> one down?! You pisspots can't 'old your drink. Shameful.


<i>Silence, Karlach!</i>


That's one sharp blade. Made for a quick kill, at least.


I've known worse pain than this. Far worse.


Everything alchemical from potions to poisons - just do make sure to read the label before quaffing, hm?


Falling


I sense magic. This book's not what it appears.


Well - whatever you're into.


They won't be juicy anymore.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


We're low on everything that I need to staunch a wound.


Grey feathers. Plucked against the wearer's will, I'd wager.


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


They just keep coming. Hurry!


Make her passing slow, Disciple Z'rell. Be creative.


An unnatural death. There's no coming back from that.


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


Ale me!<br>v2


By all means.


Careful - keep seeking me out like this and people may think we're rekindling things. Did you want something?


It don't count. It don't count!


I think... I think I was too harsh, Ontur. My apologies.


Halsin's cancelled the rite and I will face judgement. My fate belongs with the Treefather.


I don't know anything about such a creature, I'm afraid.


Non compos mentis!


What better offering to make to our Lord?


*Something stirs within you. Hope. There may yet be a chance of redemption for Gale of Waterdeep after all.*


Effort


The time is soon upon us, Qudenos. I will not forget your loyalty, friend.


I missed you so much.


A vital boost.


Cunning. You will do well, <i>vin'iisk</i>.


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


Don't bleed out on me.


Bah. Just take him, if you care so much. See if he'll sing for the likes of <i>you </i>though. Bloody fink.


Plus Raphael will have Zariel distracted. You can be free of her.


These symbols are nonsense to me... so why can I read them?


Let's just <i>go </i>already.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


It is not a matter of mind. It is a matter of faith - and I have been put to the test.


Hello, servant ape. Would you kill those rats, please? Their presence vexes me.


Yeah but he's not cool. Or strong. My brother says yours is a <i>loser</i>.


A well-chosen ally. In her suffering, she's found strength.


That's all I know. Please, just... leave me be.


Nature can be both kind - and cruel. Remember that.


Aye. Not a battle she's likely to put to song. Maybe we should have just surrendered - Zevlor begged us to. But...


Shar's spirit lingers here. The air's thick with lies and trickery.


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


You can trust me to use the stones as we planned - to defeat the brain, and nothing more. It's the perfect solution.


Try not to piss him off, mate...


Gods, what a mess.


I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don't want to lose that.


Footprints. There may be even more that survived the crash.


Quickly - don't let me down!


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


You aren't actually insufferably randy. You're just insufferable.


Up you get.


Yet another gem. One for every trial, surely.


They're dying for me. All of them.


Thou quivering plague rat!


Who am I? Your only chance of survival.


Fortunately for me, you do. There was a rather compromising incident at a windmill, and another with some duergar.


Where am I needed?


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


This is a bad idea.


Blood? No - oil. Leading right inside.


You here to get branded?


Everything's clear since the Absolute chose me. You're the one that's broken.<br>


I don't want to wait around here longer than we have to.


Pardon us, saer. This house is in mourning.


Should get started.


All right, then.


Astarion, we need to talk. I know you're a vampire - it's kind of obvious.


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


Ververo!


A clean decapitation. Someone wanted to be sure she wasn't going to give anything away, alive or dead.


*Lady Shar aids you in the dark, and punishes you when you stray. She is guiding you towards something.*


Damn. I better get over there.


Disgusting. I'll be damned if that's in store for <i>us.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Aaahhhh!


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


<i>Tsk'va! </i>What is this ghastly place? I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


Hurry inside, or your racket is liable to -


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


*Beneath your monstrous skin lives a hero. Some people may fear you, but to protect the Sword Coast is your calling. You cannot turn your back.*


Best get in and out.<br>


There she goes. And we're just going to let her walk into the wizard's trap?


Peace - stop it!


I thought you might try to flee, rather than face us. Perhaps you are braver than I thought - or more arrogant than even I can fathom.


<i>Hta'zith!</i>


The city, you mean? With all its noise, smoke, stone, and bustle? I would not be here, given the choice... but I promised you my support. And that is what you shall have.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Our task is more important, yes, and yet you did not begrudge others their lesser needs. For what it's worth, I think you did the right thing.


Then your pride will be the death of you, as it will for me. Orin the Red approaches.


I don't hear anything.


Dinner's ready!


You'll be stronger than ever.


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


You have betrayed me, you have betrayed General Thorm - you have betrayed our god!


Not working. How is this thing powered?


You remind me of her somewhat. The same sharp tongue. And sharp teeth.


The gith knight's device has activated. What is it trying to tell us?


No, our Gasper preferred hanging around the Guildhall. I was afraid he was going to end up as a Guild bone-breaker.


Not my concern, so long as I'm paid. Speaking of - something to trade, or what?


*The rat utters a defiant hiss. Bloodlust fills its little black eyes.*


That thing bursts out of you and you're - you're screaming.


That bridge has long been collapsed. If only we'd arrived a few centuries earlier.


A foul place, that we have found ourselves in. But at least we survived the fall.


Mm, shortmeat. Yeah, that's good.


Voco flagella!<br>v3


I'll find some nice, dark place where neither you nor Cazador will ever bother me again.


Hells!


Array your end-parts before me, evil. The Absolute has given me boots enough for all!


An all-too-familiar tale. I refuse to believe we cannot alter the ending.


This wine... It's poison. Some sort of paralytic agent.


Dolor!


Now this will be a fight worth having.


You scarcely deserve this.


<i>...Or is it?</i>


Don't collapse. <i>Don't.</i>


A spot of bother.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Bloody, painted fingertips. This hand belonged to Dribbles, no question.<br>


Bene curatur!<br>v2


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


In a bind, are you?


SmileOpen<br>var 5


Take Irenicus' 'A Study of the Slayer'. And when you face Orin, be sure your friend is by your side.


Perhaps I'd get a better conversation from a ghost than this lot.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


Impero te!<br>v2


Should step in before it gets worse.


I shall aid you, my love.


This might sting. Whatever.


That disguised journal spoke of this Adamantine Forge as well. Interesting.


Well done. Now I just need that lantern.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Your world has strange customs...


Elminster?


The city. Baldur's Gate. <i>Home</i>. I can almost taste it, you know. Not even Gortash can spoil that.


The Counsellor died, too. This has all gone to the hells.


You heard the warnings. Are you sure you want to stick your hand where it wasn't invited?


I don't even want to know what it is to you.


Please, my Liege. Do not disappoint your Father... Kill the cleric at once - or else.


Take heart, I'm here for you.


You shrink from that which you should revel in - it is in revelry that your devotion to the Lord of Murder is known.


And a great kindness that would be! See, Gale? Even in these barren parts, the art of hospitality begets inspired new works if one only keeps up the practice.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


That - that would be nice.


Yes.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


Hope you made She of the Absolute Misery feel better.


What say we kill the big bad Ketheric first?


Incredible.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


I can't, all right? I just <i>can't</i>.


This is an illithid colony.


Too much... trouble... needed... money... sold him off...


The city will face new dangers soon, but at least there's one less threat stalking the night. Thank you.


No matter - the deal is done, and the sacrifice was made.


That felt <i>great</i>.


*Lae'zel remains quiet in the face of your lie - but her eyes betray her contempt.*


<i>Leave the one, the one must be left! </i>


Not to cast any slight on you, of course. Your present form is but a sign of your gallantry.


Almost looks like a temple, dedicated to Lady Shar... it's <i>huge</i>...


That was a hard thing to do.


Come on. There's nothing left for us here.


*Mizora's life rests in your hands. Perhaps you could end Wyll's pact, here and now.*


All these Dark Justiciars, slain in battle... they must have had a stronghold nearby, or a temple.


You're not dying today.


Damn, these things again?


This 'blood' sounds important - could it still be here somewhere?


I appreciate the honesty, at least. With Shar's dagger so near, I'll know to guard my back.


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


She does. She's... She's Mystra.


She could have been here for Gods know what reason. I understand your concern.


We must speak.


Another mention of this forge. Seems a few drow were searching for it.


Can you try starting a new game and making a character that's got something they're good at?


Bloody hells. Where are they taking him?


A veritable colony of parasites, each one waiting on a host.


Always at your side.


Must lug my guts through this Hell.


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


<i>Hmm-mmm...</i>


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Rest easy, I've got you.


The one my daddy gave me.


Bloody terrible, that's what.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Two hundred years ago, she disgraced her family - the DeVirs - by refusing to obey a divine order from Lolth.


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


Now is <i>not</i> the time.


If you wanna keep your insides on the inside, don't cause any trouble.


It's a sussur tree - absorbs magic.


I don't see what your problem is with the robe. It hides my identity!


<i>Gods</i>, you'd think the late Lord Gortash was a saint the way the Gazette goes on about him.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Should a single tentacle split your skull, I will not hesitate to end you.


You think I want to be?


*His tears mingle in with the golden fountain.*


<i>The Blushing Mermaid is an adrift shipwreck in more ways than one. For starters -</i>


There's barely any rations left.


Nina, the soil reeks of<i> </i>Myrkul's venom. Now is the time for truth.


We know the risks when we go out into the field, but to lose my friend in such a way would have been most disheartening.


You're a first - a drow who helped a deep gnome. I doubt I'll meet many more.


That place in the distance - it's huge, and dedicated to Lady Shar. It can only mean one thing. Dark Justiciars. I just know it.<br>


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


And no one can argue with the results.


Come here... please!<br>


Quite. Though on the subject of our future plans, there was something I wanted to discuss with you.


Hmm. I suspect we define the word differently, but nonetheless - this is a place where it's best applied. This magic is <i>dangerous</i>.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Swing, swing-and-unGH!


We meet him in the Sharess' Caress taproom, just as he asked -


She's incredible.


<i>You BETRAYED me. </i>


*You struggle to cling to scraps of what you know - powerful necromancy, you're sure - but it darts away, leaving only Hells' screams.*


By the Exile - what <i>was</i> that?


Now, where'd he go?


Enchanted? Nice.


*You find no meaning in her mutterings.*


Merely that if the eyes are the mirror to the soul, yours have dark curtains across the mirror. No offence taken, I hope?


Anyway, taking power in this city will need to be a subtle process. We wouldn't want to spook the cattle, after all.


Time is not something we have in abundance. Lives are at stake.


Astarion! This can't be the end.


Either your tadpole is special, or you are. We must find out which.


The Emperor fears Orpheus. Do not expect it to stand idly by and see him freed.


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


I need some time, I think. Just to let it all sink in.


Hey - hey! You're the one who has Moonrise up in arms, aren't you?


Parchment-pallored villain.


Back off - I found these apples first!


Please... Kerri, my darling, listen to me -


*The disc is formed from slate and engraved with githyanki writing.*


Dodge


Rolan, we're alive because of them - don't be like that.<br>


I wish there was something I could give you in return. Oh! Tell you what...


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


We should tell Dame Aylin of Lorroakan's intentions.


Trade? Do I look like a shopkeeper?


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Control him? <i>Tsk'va</i> - you must return him to his people!


That's none of yer business.


Ah - a house of healing.


Hag magic it might be, but it's never been wrong. Not once.


Perhaps it can be reasoned with, but I'm not hopeful. Reason is not something that thrives amidst the shadow curse.


A monument to Lathander, god of dawn - and killer of Helm's lover. The bastard.


<i>Expect unceasing harassment by scum outside the Blushing Mermaid. </i>


You... opened the shipment.


Your sunny, smiling face convinces me that all's well and I can take a little snooze. Thanks, Sunny.


Just have to... and then... here!


Its inhabitants and cultures? Maybe. Its fungi and cave slime? No thank you.


I'll save you, I swear it!


Better give it a try.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


He helped to kill a Netherbrain only to be slain by one of his own - a little unnecessary, don't you think?


An open tomb - empty. Not ominous in the slightest.


Oak Father, guide my hand.


Intellego!


I cannot open this. Better look around.


The grove suffered because of Halsin. We have no need of him. Not anymore.


Resisto acidum!


You'll be stronger than ever.


Closed Mouth Effort


Surgeon... sisters...


YOU SNEAK. YOU CHEATED!


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


Please be careful - for both your sake and Master Halsin's.


If you do not your deepest secrets show? / Reveal your truth, give what you wish to see.


Go well, my friend.


---DESCEND---


But Baldur's Gate is a mere bauble. We have the chance to seize something much greater. Surely you see it?


Ketheric's daughter - Isobel. I... knew her. <i>Long </i>have I mourned her. May she know peace now - safe from her father's machinations.


*A chill runs down your spine. Lady Shar's twin and nemesis, the moon goddess Selûne, was once worshipped here.*


Blessed Mother, smite the obstacles in my path.


Whey-o! That did it.


Let's keep you safe.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


Well, a githyanki skull would be too tight a fit, <i>cousin</i>. Your people shunned psionics, after all - while mine mastered them.


<b><i>Murder incarnate</i>. </b>


You would fit right in with them, Astarion.


If you must chatter with everyone before we go, <i>do</i> be quick. The City awaits.


Is that so? His efficiency is to be commended then, as is yours.


Out, foul deformity!


To lose our children is a tragedy. To fail so utterly in saving them is something else entirely.


Vos curo!<br>v3


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


Yeah, best stay out of their way.


Worms. Do you feel them? Feel them crawling?


More like butchering. Don't know why I bother.


Tools and a rope - someone climbed up here. Enterprising duergar? Gnome on the run?


Balduran sets sail, while the dragon stands guard over the city.


I can't hold it any longer!


*Vandalising someone else's belongings wasn't your wisest decision. But it might be your last.*


What is this?


Be right there.<br>


You're running away from Gale's cooking.


No more delays. Now is the time to strike.


She's too strong here. His temple is close, and she draws power from it. I intended to slaughter her there, before her Lord's eyeless gaze.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


A very gory idea of art.


<i>Do NOT be driven by fear! Trust me now and I promise you will have all the answers you seek. </i>


Here we are, Grisselda, all in one piece!


<i>...life. This new life. </i>


Must've been hard for you not to have a go at him then and there. Gregor doesn't see the big deal, but he doesn't know Gortash like we do.


I've got you.


Disturbing, you mean.


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


SHHH! Can you not see that Boo is resting? Poke again tomorrow, you monster.


Sticking my neck out again.


Well - if I need a supply of undead warriors, I'll know where to find them.


Isn't it glorious? Karlach's fury is a wonder to behold.


Dissera!


Astarion, we need to talk. I know you're a vampire - it's kind of obvious.


Looks like we're in for some bad press. As if my reputation wasn't tarnished enough.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I can promise it will <i>feel </i>like less than half an hour...


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


A fake.


I'd tell you to write, but I never check the post.


Dying Burning<br>v2


These fungal spores are everywhere.


I turned to Lady Shar after I lost my family. She gave me a new one. A better one.


Oh, you need my help?


No, cub, she does not mean me.


Ah, fungal spores. Refreshing.


I've got butterflies.


Hmm. Can't make it work from here.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


Vita excolatur!


*Sarevok Anchev. A Bhaalspawn who failed to become Chosen, long ago. A spilled stain of Father's Divine Essence left out to dry.*


Esto perpetua!


Time to conceal myself.


Vlaakith'ka sivim hrath krash'ht.


*She's anxious to find this person in Baldur's Gate. Whoever it is has a strong hold over her, and can give her something she desperately wants...*


I can still scarcely believe it. You've returned, and the Mother Superior is gone... So much can change, so quickly...


Recovered <br>V2


Me too. See you later. I can't wait.


*You feel your confidence wilt under the cold stare of the statue. A great weight of self-doubt seems to drag on you.*


I'll do what I can.


I'll help. This time.