I wouldn't be trying to reason with them if 'murder' was an option, would I?


Closed Mouth Effort v4


*Carved into the bench's rotted surface are strange, half-faded sigils. A magic circle of some kind, thick with darkness and decay.*


Recovered <br>V2


We know the man. We know the mission. Let's go find him.


But first, we must get to the helm.


But she's worthless to you!


Don't mind me.


Woooow, you hear that, folks? It can turn into a little rabbit, maybe a kitty-cat! No, that's not what makes you special.


It has been a hard road. But I can clip you both around the ear to prove I am no ghost, if it would help?


I much prefer bloodletting to bricklaying. Hunt prey with me by night, and I will build with you by day.


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


Resisto!


No harm in talking.


Ugh.


This idol seems to have magical properties. Something for Gale.


I shall do the talking.


Mind's slipping... made him less of a bastard...


An eyepatch. Wonder who it belongs to - or <i>belonged</i> to.


Listen, you pricks. Grab your gear and get ready to move.


Still. Catching. My. Breath.


What darkness has fallen upon us.


On the outside, but he's a softie at heart! Like molten steel. Also, he's a <i>living legend</i>.


*And what harm? Your books can wait, but whatever lies beyond the horizon may not. Besides, you'll need to provide your future biographer some material for volume two...*


<i>Tsk'va!</i> One abomination births another!


Well praying didn't help...


Fine. Let's hear the illithid out.


You think it's dangerous?


A pretty idol, but it's more your field than mine, I think.


A distinct whiff of <i>undeath </i>to this place... though curious, I can't say I've ever noticed the same about you, Astarion.


Stop!


Please... I'm resting...


Shut it, horns. <i>I'd</i> be lying dead next to the goblins if you'd stalled any longer.


Keep your distance. We don't want more trouble than we can handle.


Is that so? Conscious of the tadpole's presence, yet able to pretend otherwise. Fascinating.


A most prescient guest you are. And of course, such an offering must be repaid in kind.


Steady...


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


We are paladins of Tyr, sworn to protect those in need. He sent us to hunt Karlach down, but she was too vicious for us.


It seems, dear citizens, that we have a HERETIC in our midst.


Do you hear that, Boo!? Karlach lives! And this new form will make her all the slippier to grasp in our berserker bouts - a battle for another day.


*A spark glows within the heart of the construct - someone, or something, watches you from beyond.*


<i>Live? </i>You misunderstand me, True Soul. And it will be your undoing.


You should be more careful who you listen to. Retreat begets regret. Always.


The Rats usually kept a lid on their nastier notions, but with the Stone Lord business distracting me... some are starting to test the leash.


I see remaining optimistic as my duty - especially when I am not the one being asked to do the seemingly impossible.


Gela!


Don't stop singing...


Kiai<br>Var 3


Bloodied - and still sharp. This dagger killed Father Lorgan.


Goblins are close. I'd know that stench anywhere.<br>


Gortash wishes to see us... he claims his guards will allow us to enter and leave again in peace.


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


Yes. I only know it through history books and hearsay - a city of murder and grief.


Victory v4


You listening?


No, your timing is perfect. All is in place.


Is that so? Enigmatic soul, aren't you?


If you are careful and cunning in your manipulations, you can make them into almost anything you wish.


You possess a melancholy heart. A smile is a stranger upon your lips. You do not know what you are missing, but you miss it nonetheless. We can spare you this pain.


Intelligenti pauca!


I wouldn't trust them with a bloody butter knife. But it's a fight for another day.


<i>Wait.</i>


Oh how fortuitous! And not just because you're not trying to kill me. I was hoping to meet a friendly gith, actually.


On it.


No more tadpoles in here. Wonder what happened to them?


Fair point. Pipsqueak like you is hardly gonna inspire fear and awe, are you?


Shar speaks, but why to us?


Happy to assist a friend.


This must mean <i>she </i>is protecting me - she favours me... and you don't even know what I mean, do you? Time to come clean I suppose.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Take them down! Hurry!


What a vicious looking creature. I swear its eyes are following me.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Tasteless <i>and </i>cheap.


'Goblin Party Cooking'? What's that doing in here?


For now. But I can't let you pass - we might have repelled an advance party, but they'll strike again.


*In the days to come, the dead will be buried, rubble will be cleared, and life will go on. For the city, and for you.*


*Your lockpicking has activated a response...*


I can't even see a lock to pick.


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


Prove your worth to the Heart of the Gate. Only then may you enter.


You were merely reborn... with a silver spoon in your brain.


Flagello!


Just keep digging. We don't want any trouble.


Can't wait to watch her break Ketheric's face.


Morere!


Morio!


I have just the thing.


<i>To the top. Strike down anything standing between you and the brain.</i>


Hi.


I'd rather the shadow curse didn't linger just beyond the campfire... but your company more than makes up for it.


Connor was... her husband. Childhood... sweethearts. He died... and she nearly... broke.


Something good here, I hope.


Can't you just heal yourself?


That's not mine to open.


Minsc... is dead... Stone Lord... lives...


The Wavemother has righteously avenged our sister! We thank you for your hand in it.


Eh? Then you got business needs seeing to, don't ya?


A vial's all I got left. And I'm not parting with it for <i>nothing.</i>


I... regret... not... being... your... friend...


I can't believe one of our own was a redcap! Why didn't I see it?!


Flame Cullagh - that's your name, isn't it? Art Cullagh? I'm Fist J'ehlar.


They see best in the dark - a light source can blind them.


This should help.


That's the symbol of the Absolute. Marked in blood.


I have a lot on my mind.


Cudo! v3


You! You're a creep. I'm going to become a wizard like <i>those three </i>and fry creeps like you with fireballs!


This is it.


<i>Hostes subeunt. Protege nos. Muni nos.</i>


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Pessimism like that is hardly going to improve our chances. But - I will begrudgingly admit that circumstances have somewhat changed.


Oh gods, there's guts all over my boat!


I've got something special for you.


Expello te!<br>v2


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


*The guard sees through your deception. You'll have to battle your way out of this mess.*


By the hells, what <i>is </i>that?


Inaccessus!


I can close that up fast.


Moonrise Towers - under its original stewardship.


Walk well within Crèche Y'llek, <i>ra'stil</i>.


But... <i>why</i>? Please, you don't have to do this!


Tampered or not, we need to get these things out of our heads. Let's find another way.


Any time, babe.


If you'd prefer to rely on beginner's luck than my myriad experiences in studying such magics, who am I to judge?


Love to be taken for granted.


You'll be stronger than ever.


If so, they'll hunt us to the far ends of this cursed land.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I don't hear the Emperor. It can't reach us here, I guess.<br>


Falling


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. Her horns look like snakes, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


The book was clear - I need to fight myself if I'm to pass this trial.


Bloodlust has made a poet of you.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


They've saved others and they'll save us too!


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Our Nym is rather refined, but I suppose not nearly enough for him.


No more will you hear the clang of steel on steel. No more will you fear the cry of a wolf, the growl of an ogre. You are warm. You are safe.


A letter from Orin. What does she want?


Why even bother with this one?


Couldn't you just be a professional? Do as you're told, no questions asked? Like so:


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


Still in shadow.


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


The <i>zaith'isk</i> does not fail.


Hm. From the looks of that book, Gale might want it.


Obedi me!


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


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


Ververo!


I'm Oliver. I'm seven.


Bhaal rejoices in your ascension, Chosen. As do I.


Not to meddle in your side of this partnership, but slaying goblins is not exactly the stuff of <i>legends, </i>is it?


What's that?


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


*Chuckle.*


ClosedMouth Effort v2


No, I did <i>not</i> find what I'm looking for. Did you?


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


Invoco te


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


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


Was this once a man? The shadows have corrupted him beyond comprehension.


Why? Don't know about you, but I don't put my name to something I don't mean.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Not getting back in that thing.


Never wanted the easy path.


Spill some blood.


Ye gods - it's the Mercers' Gala all over again.


The boat is our way out - come on!


ALAS - NO JACKPOT FOR YOU, UGLY ONE. BUT YOU MAY HAVE THIS.


Gaudy thing. Maybe it can be sold for something more useful.


No point turnin' on yer own if yer just gonna give 'em a little tap.


Do I know you? Yeah... we're mates, ain't we.


<i>Of course. I should have known the devil would come sniffing.</i>


I want you as much as I ever did, but our bond is based on ambition as much as affection. I am not sure that our goals still align.


Siccut cattus!


True Soul... Nere...


Killed... <i>murdered...</i>


<i>I need only bypass the interference that prevents me from communicating with the larva.</i>


*'Gith travelled to the Hells to broker help for her people, her cause. Vlaakith would have you believe Mother Gith proclaimed her our queen.'*


Ahah!


Some power for the taking.


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


*You, kneeling upon cold flagstones, in prayer. Your tongue trips over the holy words of Lady Shar and the pain flares.*


Dying Freezing to Death


Shit. Form a line!


Halsin isn't here. Keep his name off your tongue, lest Teela pierce it.


*The door to Cazador's ballroom, where he hosted his most hedonistic nights. You've never seen it closed, let alone locked before.*


The disc is moving. This must lead to the next part of Shar's Gauntlet.


What was that? Something's shifted - <i>somewhere </i>in this tower.


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


*Grunt.*


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


You're not going to find Uncle Felogyr up there - he's literally not alive.


Hot hot HOT!


The Adamantine Forge again. The last journal mentioned a guardian...<br>


Keep your cool - this one's all bite, no bark. Or is it the other way around?


Not until this moment, but I can't help beginning to see such a destiny unfold before me.


Harpers - to arms!


With that crown, Karsus almost toppled the gods themselves. We cannot hand such power over to Raphael. We <i>must</i> take it for ourselves.


Bet this book of necromancy has some hefty magic in it. Gale, what do you think?


My mind is my own. <i>Finally.</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


Absolute, save us.


Those boots may pique Gale's interest. For their magic, if not their style...


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


Goblins, worgs, gnolls - let them all come. We'll protect our own. We proved that.


That's not my chest.


I've the plans and the sussur bark. Now I just need a forge.


No harm in a little conversation.


He speaks of the shadow curse. Moonrise must be close, but it would be foolish to press on before seeking out this Nere.


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


<i>AGHHH! Whose idea was this? Was it mine? Am I insane?</i>


What now?


I'm not one to ask favours, but - get me out of here!


Better a quick draught than ceremorphosis, nonetheless.


Myconids. That explains the voices.


We should head back.


No.


I can't - please -


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


Ex nihilo!


Ravengard's back, I heard. Bet he'll twist some arms, clean up the riffraff.


Good little hero.


I can only hope my tale will live up to your expectations.


Man, I slept like shit.


Don't be stupid now! You really think your guildmaster would lay down her life for you?


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


I <i>have</i> a family. And if you won't find them, I will!


Coin ain't any use to the dead. And dead's what I'll be if I welch on this deal.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Perhaps she is above such mortal concerns, but I must preserve her church, even if she does not ask me to.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


True - who knows what could come charging out of Moonrise next. Thank you - the Ironhands will remember this.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


Oh dear.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Indeed you do. I am so very, very powerful - all thanks to you.


Kill her. Make it swift and clean.


Just... tell her this. I can't continue the hunt. Whatever the cult has done with the Rashemaar - they do <i>not</i> want him found.


And let the goblins have it?


Sharran corpses, remnants of battle. This is the stronghold Halsin mentioned.


I've got your back.<br>


Oh gods, keep trying! My wife, Miri, she'll need my help!


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Inexpugnabilis!


Snore
zzZzz


Hiding in plain sight.


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


Sob<br>var 1


Deadlier than ever.


Can she possibly be Ketheric's daughter?


One small pixie. One big mouth.


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


Mors certa!


What's happening? Where am I?


The goblin knows nothing of the <i>ghaik. </i>This is a waste of time.


Invoco te<br>v3


It's not an exciting life that I lead, but I'd like you to be a part of it. I doubt I'd have anything at all if it wasn't for you.


*His cries for mercy are cut short as the hag slices into him, dismembering him painstakingly, limb by limb.*


Aresce!


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


If you do not like your form, then choose another. That is what the keepers of this place do.


I find an operation runs much more efficiently under... <i>proper</i> observation.


The illithid lied about its nether-pebbles. Only say the word, and Minsc will feed them back to it.


Looks like we're out of options...


*A faint voice echoes in your mind.*


Shhh. Quiet! That rust heap might be listening...


Good day! What could be more pleasant than spending one's inheritance? Though I don't imagine you would know.


You get to start over. To be the person you want to be - not what someone else made you to be.


Tools and a climbing rope. This must have been that gnome's escape route.


Kagha was right. We must put ourselves first.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Hm. Nice.


((*Glut's song had grown sour and stifling. it was a mercy to end it*))


You, er, might want to speak to him about that. Set the record straight before the ink is dry, so to speak.


Oh come on, Morgan, it's so much better when the story ends openly.


I can help.


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. Her horns look like snakes, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Hm.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


I don't have any stuff. But I can cook!


Purification is finally at hand.


Keep searching - a hag is behind this, I <i>know</i> it.


Right Hand, eh? Sounds like word's spreading!


Time!


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


*Your heart swells with fury and defiance as the iron will of Gruumsh One-Eye infuses you with orcish power! Repay his blessing with blood!*


I didn't think that would work. This shadow curse is something else.


First cultists nearly murder us, and now we have a traitor on the inside? Can't we trust anyone?


We won't.


What are you - are you trying to read my mind?


Is this my fate - to rise from death into a hell of my own boy's making?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Is that a hospital? <i>Here?</i>


You are? Excellent! With someone like you on board, it can't fail!


Let me explain. It's a technique I picked up from one of Zariel's clerics - used to elicit the truth from subjects. Totally painless, totally risk-free.


Are you all right?


General Thorm will be most pleased... but there is one more task remaining, before your audience with the Absolute.


I need a little extra edge.


It will be worth it. I assure you.


Breathe easy, then - you are a captive no longer.


Something to do with the shadow curse? I truly hope this blight isn't spreading...<br>


Now don't you dare stop.


*Before Lady Shar, you were nothing. An orphan who could not forget the howl of wolves. She saved your life. She gave you a family.*


Effort


The hag's doing. It has to be.


Shout


Not much use against a dragon's breath.


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


You're a little late, Barcus my lad. He's already been sent to Moonrise Towers.


By all the planes - she is a mighty force, one I'm glad to call an ally.


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


...isn't right... on his leash...


Well, look who it is. Glad to see you in the city - hope you found plenty of coin in Ketheric's coffers.


Of course! Eh... it is the name of one of those thick histories you have given Minsc to read, yes?


So. Wyll with a 'y' - why?


Why operate on the undead? And what part of Watcher-craft requires their heads?


Very well. There's no accounting for taste.


But erm. But - all right. I'll go. But you'll see - you should've said yes. You'll wish you said yes.


Blooming hell, you look famished. I got some victuals what'll warm you right up.


Is he - yeah. Dead. No use waiting about.


We both know you'll sell it for twice that to the armoury once the city's under siege.


I'll tear you in half before you touch a feather on his head.


Let's go already.


Once you blast Nere out, we'll chop him into chunks and take our dues.


Elgg-hor... duk-tak... slayer. There are many names for you, and all of them inspire dread. You are exquisite.


Yes! I like!


Where did the djinni find this crap?


It is a curious creature that hides all manner of secrets. But if there's one thing that we know -


*The corpse regards you lifelessly.*


Pa said the Flaming Fist would be nice. But they don't seem nice.


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


That wolf - that <i>elf</i>... Who was he?


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Dying Burning<br>v4


No way.


What is that <i>stink</i>? It's making my head spin.


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


Arrogant, for such a limited species.


Monsters, all of you.


Heed the Mistress. She is blessed.


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


A secret that I know, and Vlaakith doesn't.


Let me restore you.


Thou played thy part in weaving the fabric of fate itself. Thou art a true hero.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Your useless promise will drip wet and red from your ruptured jaw before I let you disobey Bhaal. My assassins will make sure of it.


Questions, <i>istik</i>? You seem to be lost in thought.


All in good time, dear.


*Try as you might, you can't think of any relevant teachings.*


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


The Harpers have known many defeats - but slinking from this land when the shadow-curse first fell was one of our most shameful.


Ruthless bastard like you could make a name for yourself in the Zhentarim. Make sure to drop by our hideout.


A little off the top.


I have just the thing.


Sound the horn - let the bastards know we're waiting for them.


Quit knocking around in there!


A gnoll ate my brother. Swallowed 'im whole!


This 'Halsin' has studied the parasite.<br>


Keep this between us or you'll never see another day - got it?


<i>DAYS?! </i>Mystra preserve us.


Attack<br>var 4


The creature that took him away - he was controlling it. But how?


A little to the left? But not so hard you make me giggle.


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


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


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


You truly are the kindest fool I've ever met.


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


I am a benefactress. And I have an eye for a good cause. You needed help, so I indulged you.


*An illusion comes over you: a duergar, choking on a cloud of gleaming dust.*


The death-walker passed through here before. I know your scent. All were silent afore you, but I dared to snarl.


How did I sleep through that? Gods, poor Alfira. She must've been terrified.


A tressym. Never seen one in the flesh before.


There's something out there - I can <i>feel</i> it.


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


*Your mind separates the black from the blue, revealing the stash's location. You mark your map as a reminder.*


I am Dame Aylin. Daughter of the Moonmaiden, Selûne; champion of her causes in this fine realm.


Defying a goddess, Gale? And one you have known so intimately? I hope you do not come to regret this.


Door's warded. Touch with caution - or don't touch it at all.


[Panting]


Yeah, but you... you're Minsc.


I'm feeling a bit parched and peckish.


BEHOLD - AKABI'S WHEEL OF WONDERS.


Lava's not supposed to explode, I don't think. Something's igniting it.


A weaponsmith, huh? Not sure if he's the guy, but I'd love to find out. A tune-up would do this rusty heart a world of good.


Shit. I'm sorry.


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


We do not wait for that to happen. We destroy evil here, today!


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


Auntie... be kind to our guests.


No, that shame is mine alone.


When my break comes, I'm going to play with the kitchen cats, I don't care what Revoor says.


Why?


You following me? Get lost.


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


*The creature slows, his aggression replaced with curiosity.*


I'll keep your request in mind. Perform well, and perhaps I'll consider it.


Attack


You must do more than spare me. You must <i>free </i>me.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Hells - I'd thought I'd left this place behind.


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


Have to keep going.


My first concern.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


The whole House is tumbling down, and Raphael's striding across the planes to come catch a mouse.


I wish I could kiss you better, I mean to try.


My people can barely stand. And we have business back in the city.


No, please. Father - let me show you.


A forgery.


Changed your mind about teaming up?


They're not following orders. Poor conduct.


A warrior of your talents does not need looking after. You only need the next battle, then the next, then the next.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


I wonder if this is worth the cost.


Traps! Makes whatever's up ahead even <i>more</i> interesting.


Maybe...


Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better.<br>


*You try to examine the book, but the longer you stare, the more those piercing, amethyst eyes draw you in.*


Thou art saucy as gruel.


You gave these reprobates a proper seeing to. You clearly have what I don't. Courage. Insight. Heroism.


When the last hearth dies and the final candle sputters out, we shall rise, and reclaim all.


Astarion! This can't be the end.


Get out. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!


I want you to join me. Warriors, lovers, guardians. Two champions as one.


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


Effort v10


Glad to see I'm not the only one on the wrong side of an omnipotent authority figure.


Respectfully, True Soul - the General's in council downstairs. This floor is for him and Z'rell alone.


It's quite a trick, coming back from the dead. If only we were all so lucky.


We're going down. I won't go back! I <i>can't!</i>


Don't get blood on my clothes.


Perhaps. But the master ordered the doors closed until he was finished.


We are not done yet. Try again!<br>


Hells - as if the targets on our backs weren't already plain enough.


How many redcaps are missing?


Feel better, says Boo.


Well - get on with it.


Damn - frozen in place.


Carefully, now...


*A dead werewolf - and apparently, one who died by drinking a powerful acid potion. Speak with Dead will be of no use here.*


Footprints. <i>Deep gnome</i> footprints.


I remember. The very reason Jord had so many patients to hone his craft on.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Walk well, friend.


More for me.


Swiftly, if you please. These knees do not bend easily.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Thank you. I needed that. I needed to know I can face things without Shar.


*This tombstone has been vandalised, its original wording replaced with: 'Vanpires ar reall'.*


I never really had a chance to grow out of my 'if it moves, climb aboard' dating strategy. I was still in the middle of figuring all that out when Gortash sent me to Avernus.


And you didn't hand it over? Interesting.


Then, with the spirits herein our witnesses - the arrangement is made.


Careful. Whatever that was, it was immensely powerful.


Gods, what's happening?


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


Ah! A little true to life for my tastes.


Hah. Just look at you.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


To arms!


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


A final warning - offer us peace, now, or be devoured.


Easy does it.


Looks familiar - it resembles the key from the flophouse.


Dying Freezing to Death


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Ad vitam aeternam!


That sort of danger - I'm fine with. I can <i>fight </i>it.


I hope Cazador finds you and <i>drains you to a husk</i>.


I'm gonna keep you here so I can see every gory detail, and hear every whimper and scream.


Hmmm.


If you can find Halsin and get him out of there, we can discover what he learned. And perhaps he can save your life. How's that sound?


*Ansur is dead.*


Hells - not a lick of damage! What am I missing?


If these treasures are true, then Volo is the sweetest singer in the Realms.


I suggest you wait until Raphael returns, and you can discuss the matter with him. You are welcome to relax in the boudoir until then.


*You know these words - they are from the opening stanza of a play you found in this very tower.*


Forgiveness? Ignorant child. In Vlaakith, there is no forgiveness. You might as well beg a dragon for its wings.


My, my. Second time's the charm.


Whether the worm in your skull overwhelms you or not, your end will be a vile one.


I'm talking.


Each to their own, I suppose... Although I am right.


If you'd accomplished half of what the Ironhand Gnomes have, you would be too.


You bow - or you break!


Pizzled rancour!


I do not understand. But I will guard this nothing-stone.


Lucky Gale.


A shedding of responsibility.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Fiat voluntas dei!


You don't need to bear the brunt of this alone, precious. Auntie Ethel is here for you.


Frange!


Please, we should search this illithid colony further. My soul hangs in the balance.


Te exsecror!


If you hadn't given me that 'shroom, I'd be her doddering old servant 'til my dying day.


An eyepatch? I swear, if there are pirates here too...


Whatever Lady Shar bids me to. I must not fail her now - not when I'm so close...


You break it, you - well, knowing Entharl, it was already broken.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


The sensation is contagious. Which should we oppose?


With you? Please. That story's written in stone, and it ends with you on one side of the world and me on the other.


Don't make me go, Master! Please!


Te absolvo!


Heh, nice one! Hit the chaser next!


Quite a heavily guarded treasure, good job we got past those protections.


Bad place for a nap.


Something over there.


Hm. Locket will sell better without the picture...


Resisto venenum!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Let's remedy that, shall we?


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


Laughter


*You're being allowed to walk away. Which is more than can be said for your victim.*


A projection. Let us find her in the flesh, then - so I can give her a hug.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


I need to get more ale in, these bozos are drinking us dry.


Share a bottle with me?


Just this once.


A spell - but not one I'm familiar with.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


Seems like someone made a little hidden reading nook for themselves. I approve.


A rune. But for what?


<i>No.</i>


Yes! Now make yourself useful. Push, damn it, push!


*Ravengard answers with silence. He and Wyll have much to discuss.*


Gaudy thing. Maybe it can be sold for something more useful.


...but honestly? You've surpassed even those. Seems my faith was more than well-founded.


Effort v4


'Kurwin'? Oh, from the courier's note! Something about settling a debt with Nine-Fingers...


Last night was perfect. Saving the world is quite the aphrodisiac.


If you think you can put your hand in mine without singeing it off, I'm willing to try.


Without fail!


<i>My son! You've seen what he's like. Same now as when he was a boy. Hateful little wretch.</i>


A brain in a jar...


Listen. I'm never going back. If you said I could die right now or live a thousand years in the Hells, I'd choose to go out now, with my freedom intact.


Yeah! Let's play!


Behold Father Bhaal! Your lost child, bathed anew. Arise, Unholy Assassin!


<i>It was necessary. Rare are those that would openly consider a partnership with a mind flayer.</i>


I'm fighting next time, no matter what Asharak says.


*You've merely saved the guard the bother of searching your corpse. How considerate.*


Over there. The sinister scratchings of an abyssal chicken - or, perhaps, a letter?


*You feel her will surge outwards and envelop the creature, inexorable as the tide.*


I'll need people I can trust. An infernal mechanic. And a serious amount of luck. But you know what? I'm not worried.


I will not let that happen. I hoped we might be able to enjoy the spoils of the city, but we must return to Avernus at once.


I'm sure there's better things you could find to read.


Recovered


I am close to my limit.


*Trust in the purity of my light, see the constancy in its inconstancy, and you will be guided aright.*


The very one. Complete with everything from sores to vomitin' blood. By the time it kills you it - wait.


You been on hard times too, huh?


Gortash, an Archduke? Saw him once, at a distance - looked like too much of a pipsqueak to fill those boots.


Thank you, kin. I'll remember your help, if I succeed. As will my Lady.


A cat with wings. As if they weren't trouble enough.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


A blacksmith's blueprints. Greatsword, dagger and... is that a sickle?


Vlaakith will fall, and we will plant a seed. From that seed, githyanki freedom will blossom.


I must - the Ironhand Gnomes need me. I will tell them of your heroic sacrifice.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


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


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Seems a watertight vessel to me, though I'm no shipwright.


Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm as surprised as you are.


The back-arse of beyond. Baldur's Gate is a few days downriver, but -


You heard right.


You definitely didn't.


I suppose I should count my blessings.


Gods, it smells awful in here.


I was invited to to teach them. I live for pain and its intricacies, you see, but alas...


Dame Aylin saved our hides - and now we let Lorroakan perch on her back and call himself might.


PainPretend<br>var 3


One of the Nine Hells.


I shouldn't need to say it, but - be careful who you take as an ally. Especially when that ally's taken residence inside you.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Of course. I should get back to my research.


Let's turn the tables.


Stop this! We... we won't ask again.


Hold still. You are almost as twitchy as Boo!


Shout


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Stuck, eh? Straight out of bawdy literature.


*Lae'zel seems to have a touch of respect for you. Perhaps she'll take the news with grace - or whatever passes for grace for a githyanki.*


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


Falling


I've fought tooth and nail to restore our reputation. Particularly against Gondian detractors who live in glass houses.


You bet. Good luck, pal!


Oh, come on - you know I'm a sucker for that soppy shit.


As you wish.


Nothing important is ever easy.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


A victim of Moonrise Towers. Nothing is sacred in that place.


Some power for the taking.


Demento te!


*The beasts continue their discussion, lights flickering above them.*


If it must be so, it must be so. Do not fail me. Do not fail us.


I've heard the stories about Moonrise. I hope the Duke is all right.


Someone cut these men to pieces. I doubt they had time to scream.


Ugh. It's too heavy!


Githyanki. Part of the Sharrans' preparations to seize the Astral Prism, no doubt.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


And a magnificent ball, I presume, for dancing the night away. You dressed to the nines, me in the finest uniform I can convince father to lend me.


But Raphael's offered me a partnership already, and it seems like a sweeter deal than throwing my lot in with you.


Light on my feet.


Joy.


*It suddenly dawns on you: This creature is of the Hells. They could touch without being harmed, if you want them to.*


Two steps at a time!


Lae'zel - what are you doing!?


Do you mind? These coffins won't make them damn selves.


*Gnolls see your whole <i>world</i> as a meal. This Voice is acting as a leash, but it won't hold them for long.*


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Hero on demand.


It's a beautiful name. Suits you well.


Shadowheart's old hideaway, by the look of it.


Dolor!


<i>Tsk. </i>I'll just have to <i>imagine</i> the pup's horrified look if we'd done it.


Vos curo!<br>v2


A fight broke out, and... well, I'm glad Bex runs quicker than I do.


Please. Free the wizard.


<i>Smells fresh. Smells alive. Smells like... </i>NO. Chessa, stop it. This isn't you!


Dying Freezing to Death


Oh, this is beautiful. A fine weapon.


*Perhaps you may find a way to prove yourself as well - even join the ranks of the Dark Justiciars.*


Ex Textura!


It's Kozakuran - just like the symbols from that door.


Machine made them hostile.


I was hoping for an army of Flaming Fist, but I'm not complaining. Keep going - there's more up ahead!


Good! No hurt!


Eh. Heh. Now that's an idea. Should've thought of that myself!


But you were not wrong to observe that you need protection.


Let. Me. Go! Ah... Hello.


I will aid you.


Foolish to let him grow so strong, but incredible nonetheless. You have our thanks.


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


Dying Burning<br>v6


We make an <i>acceptable</i> team. But there are greater challenges than Ketheric ahead of us.


Dying Burning


*Lady Shar has exiled you. It would be foolish to think you could enjoy any favours found here, surely... yet what do you have to lose from reading on?*


How about this?


Chewy worg-milk.


Maybe if I squint?


I was convinced Lae'zel was had settled on you as her conquest. Brave of you to deny her.


I appear as an illithid. Vlaakith has rejected me. I am Hshar'lak.


There we have it. Lorroakan the immortal.


Tell them... tell them you couldn't find us.


An interesting power. One that warrants further investigation.


Bloody hells, she just <i>disappeared</i>. Ain't seen nothing like that before.


<i>Yes. Precisely.</i>


You point, I poke.


Do this, and the queen's forces will aid us against the Netherbrain.


Who am I?


I have just the thing.


Viconia - to battle!


I didn't imagine anything as bad as this. The Gondians have handed Enver Gortash the means to bring about the end of liberty in Baldur's Gate.


I've never heard of so much violence against innocent circus freaks before.


Mors animae!<br>v3


It's over and done with. I've got my eye on you, toad.


Umberlee - her clerics possess a nasty streak as wide as her oceans.


But life is for the living. And I saw - <i>gods</i>!


<i>That is no answer at all.</i>


Urgh, that smells ripe.


<i>What are you doing?</i>


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


You like watching people hit kids? You happy now?


*The great vampire lord looks peaceful, recovering in his coffin. There is no trace of the fury that you fought against.*


I doubt a bear this size went down without a fight.


I warned you, fleshbag. You'd better run.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


I can see! Nice.


Shhh, it's all right.


Fog?!


Do not fall again.


But now that we know it's safe, I am all for experimenting.


The evil thing's in the chest.


Attack<br>var 2


*But what is its purpose? Will it free the captive, or transform her like that other unfortunate?*


*You hear nothing, sense nothing, beyond this portal to Menzoberranzan.*


Sine metu!<br>v2


PainOpen<br>var 2


You want the hand? You gots to pay! BLEH.


Where is he? Tell us!


<i>Chk</i> - another tank.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Surprised to find I share an aim with Shar herself, but the Absolute has to be stopped. Let Shar have the lost - better that than the Netherbrain.


He's a follower of Bane. God of tyranny. However he seems, that's what he is.


I stand with you, Shadowheart. Slay the Nightsong, and take your place as a Dark Justiciar.


*And in your own heart, the restless, biting sadness that burns within you - threatening to break.*


I am here.


We should heed the Emperor's warning. Passing the gate could be the death of us.


Well, what you think? Good stuff, right?


I prefer to keep a few things secret. It's old habit.


Gobs don't get hangovers. Just big greasy poundin' headaches.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Dead drow, publicly displayed. The duergar are sending a message.


You face that chicken down one on one. Gotta chase it through the posts before your time's up.<br>


That was my second kidnapping, when the mind flayers snatched me up.


You've had enough! Now go! Quickly! HISS!


What if I told you I'm not a Steel Watcher?


This place is a goldmine - I'm gonna make a killing in the city.


Oh gods, it's you. I'm so sorry mr Stone Lord sir - I'll never steal again, I swear it!


Fig.


The <i>kith'rak </i>is consumed by his hunt. He'd have taken our lives, given the chance.


It's our sister - Mayrina. She is... well, she was in a bad way after her husband died.


Macte virtute!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


*Wanted: Party of adventurers with designs against the city. Armed and dangerous. Approach with caution.*


Curious. Looks like someone made a little den for themselves here.


<i>Destroy the honour guard!</i>


*Until you are free of Zariel, death will only ever be a return to the horrors of Avernus.*


All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.


You have your fun with the others 'til then - I don't mind sharing, if I must. But keep a piece left over for me, hmm?


Violence erupts here - my home. My refuge in this city of stone and steel. Solace escapes me...


The language of the mind flayers. As indecipherable as it is unnatural.


Propera!


Quite the welcome.


Another clue pointing to the Adamantine Forge. Now I tire of theory - let us put it into <i>practice</i>.


All right. Maybe we don't have a problem then. <i>Maybe</i>.


I doubt you could muster more than a bit of smoke.


I mean, I hardly think that's... necessary.


Found yer manners?


*You connect to the device, and gain control of the pods - and the fate of their occupants.*


Nobody... Another worker... Another automaton...


*You hold the lantern aloft. Its glow warms you through, chasing away the shadows in and around you.*


Uktar - I remain Guild bursar, whoever sits in the big chair. Do we have business?


Umbrae!


Had I raised one such as Gortash, I would not be so keen to advertise it to the world.


Just a trick, surely. We're being toyed with.


Another escapee.


Kill me, then! See how long it takes for the Watch to catch you!


Then by all means, don't let me keep you. We can't end this until Ketheric can bleed. I await your next report.


If you intend to touch anything, please ensure your hands are clean of blood, ichor, dust, filth, and ash.


I wish I had better things to sell than... trinkets, but it's all I have!


*You rack your brains but it is - for all intents and purposes - a particularly pretty rock.*


I hear you are to duel Lady Orin... If it pleases you, Child of Murder, I would have her carcass once you are finished.


Eh? Then you got business needs seeing to, don't ya?


But we <i>are</i> troublemakers.


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


I shall stand with you.


Leaving Father with no Chosen at all.


*Your words flow to her, though you never speak them aloud.*


You are right. And your heart should not be the price of his redemption. He must earn that for himself.


Combat Vocals - Hurt Critical<br>Uuugh!


Full-fledged vampires are not so easily slain. Your master will be no exception.


A vampire spawn, so - look, I made a mistake. But you can trust me, I swear.


*She cowers - terrified of you.*


Inaccessus!


The book may have been useful. What were you <i>thinking?</i>


What business is it of yours?


You'll need to end things with Gale, of course.


Astarion proved himself no less maniacal than his master. His death was a favour - to him, to us, and to the city.


Wish I could've kicked that goblin king in the head. <br>


The truth, now. Or vermin will feast on your carcass.


Boo is napping - so die in silence, evil!


The house was empty!


Vanished again. Damn.


I think this crèche's days are numbered - let's get out of here.


The prisoners have escaped - and the blame falls on me. I will be split open, my innards splayed before the eyes of the Absolute.


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


Go on. Lay a hand upon my shoulder, and I shall be free.


Need any advantage I can get.


There for the taking.


<i>I don't think I have any other choice. Unless I go back to the Hells.</i>


No hesitation.


They keep coming, without respite.


Come on, stop slacking.


*News of your good deeds has travelled fast. The merchant is all too happy to extend a certain generosity towards you, where the price of goods is concerned.*


Do not think on it further. Rest. I will see you safe.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


*The controls are open to your tadpole's command - to your authority.*


...But since the curse was unleashed, I have not felt his presence. He is its prisoner, I fear. And as long as he remains so, his domain will lie in darkness.


See there? Beady eyes. Gortash is no good, no matter what Ravengard says.


Well - after jumping through all those hoops, a little treat wouldn't hurt.


On my way.


This is where the ones in the barn came from.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


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


It's my business. And not what should concern you most right now.


The wizard has fallen. Typical.<br>


Raphael has reserved this pedestal for the prize of his collection. It currently holds the contract of a rather unique soul.


With diligence and care.


Thought you drow had already gone off to the tower.


Buff


You can't die - not like this!


's full of gold. Why don't you want it?


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


Oh aye, we've been busy. Fact is, we won't win in a fair fight - so best make it as unfair as we can.


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Where'd Astarion go?


Another shifter. And here I hoped - er, thought - that I'd slayed a clown.<br>


Are you sore, Mother Superior? You brought her to the same crossroads you yourself once stood at - but you cannot force her to follow.


What's in this edition? More Absolute scaremongering?


His territory ran from the Wood of Sharp Teeth to Cloakwood. It took half an army to drive him out. How did he end up here?


We've our problems, granted, but there might be some merit in shutting down a local conflict, no?


What now?


Don't stop singing...


<i>Bigger bigger bigger! Make it bigger!</i>


You are not finished yet.


She deserved better than that.


What in the Hells - Hello? Let me out!


Never a dull moment.


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


You could have found some nice, deep hole to cower in, but no. You marched straight back here.


Order, and Minsc obeys. As if Boo himself commanded.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Do you know what this means?


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


You'll be even less of a threat when you're in pieces.


*Downstairs: Danthelon's Dancing Axe. Upstairs: The Velveteen Elixir.*


I ain't never felt so strong!


PainPretend<br>var 2


I'll do my best to forget what it said. Thank you for taking it.


A waste of resources.


Carefully, now...


I tell ya anyfing, they'll toss me back in the pit!


Mephistopheles, hear your son! I am at your mercy - save me!


The hardest metal in the world would not cut through its mind, for it is made of thought itself.


Why so surprised? Minthara murdered her way out of the <i>womb</i>.


Someone's marked a spot at the base of Moonrise Towers. Worth a look.


More doppelgangers. The Absolute has won their loyalty, it seems.<br>


Where am I? Are those <i> dinosaurs</i>? Not a predator I'm keen to study up close...


I didn't ask for... you... you're one of <i>them </i>- the ones who were attacking the ship.


No - no that wasn't the worst of it.


A-allergic? You mean just the beer can kill us?! G-get out of my way. I need some fresh air.


Last Light's best bargains, right here.


If you do not feel the heat of my passion, it is because you no longer ignite it.


She's an educator. She says if somebody doesn't listen, shout louder. And if they still don't listen, fetch the rod.


I feel... <i>glorious</i>.


Mind never quiet.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Breathe easy. I'm coming.


A most dire night-visitor to be burdened with, sounds like. My sympathies.


Tempestas!


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


Tsk.


It's <i>really</i> not fair. Folks like you can act abhorrently and get in the gazette.


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


You won't be left wanting. You've my word.


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


Indeed - some more life is flowing into him.


Been poking around downstairs have you? Well I've got nothing to hide.


To the rescue.


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


With Gortash in charge, this city will thrive. As will we all, of course.


The doctor is absent today. Come back another time.


Remind me to not attend any poetry recitals with you.


Dying Burning<br>v5


I'd better take a peek.<br>


And what you felt was but the slightest drop drawn from the rushing torrent that is the Weave. I confess, without my former prowess even I struggled to stand her presence.


Pulso!


Whatever made those tracks seems to be in here...


Ho! I have returned!


That wall's an illusion! Hiding what, I wonder...


Nothing. There must be some other way of activating this...


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


You mean to reach Moonrise. And I've orders to help you.


But it is not just my life, or that of Orpheus - is it? Do you truly believe your queen will save you, when you are no longer of use to her?


And what of the strange little turncoat, Majesty? Should we spare them?


Mirkon says you got him out of a tight spot with some harpies. Gotta say, I'm impressed.


<i>Shka'keth</i>! You know Raphael holds the key to the prince's freedom - and you turned away.


I ain't paid to talk. Keep walkin'.


More than ceremorphosis? <i>Chk.</i>


You'll break eventually, precious. They always do.


The pride of Baldur's Gate.


*In the depths of your liver, the bile salt bubbles, as if letting out a knowing chuckle.*


To threaten us, to threaten the <i>children</i>. Cinta was trembling.


But worry not, your loyal Butler Sceleritas Fel is here, ready to get you back to behaving like a fellow of your fine breeding ought.


That's quite all right.


Forgive me, I just... I'm here against my will, you see? But I know my patron is looking.


There was a shadow at my door, I opened up and am no more.


There was nothing friendly about what you just did to me. But I'll humour you - we'll call that a momentary lapse in good sense, shall we?


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


Voco araneae!


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


Find the master of this poisonous beast and slay him - then one of her most precious gifts shall be yours.


You really know me, don't you? It's wild. In so many ways, we barely know each other. But where it counts, you're deeper in my head than that tadpole.


Minsc will make it so.


The Prince of the Comet will sear the heavens again. First we'll defeat the Absolute. Then we let the lich queen tremble!


Morere!


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


This must've been where they imprisoned Halsin.


Evanesco!


But she only seeks the Bhaalian favour you were born to inherit.


*The corpse says nothing more. You did not ask a question.*


*You may have talked your way out of this one, but there will be no repeat performance.*<br>


Hm. There must be an activation mechanism <i>somewhere</i> for this.


A colourful torso, torn and butchered. Hello, Dribbles.<br>


Dynaheir. A witch of my homeland. She was to be the greatest of them, and I her protector.


I wonder if the rest of the clown is as... artfully presented.


Not just dead: gutted. Hardly a painless kill.


Where am I? I don't like this dream!


Recovered <br>V4


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


*Even at a distance, the brain's power can be felt. It will only take one order for it to track you down, and end you.*


*You've been caught trespassing. Best explain yourself, before this gets out of hand.*


*But you'll know all about it soon enough. In seven days you'll be a mind flayer yourself.*


I am suggesting that you consider the possibility.


Minimus!


Tired. Sleep.


Think you're funny, do you?


Another gem. There must be one for each trial.


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


No one else wishes to say it? Very well, then. DRINKING!


Attention!


Your presence here is unauthorised, citizen Fluffington.


Stand strong.


Look, if needs be we'll do it, but only as a last resort.


That's not my chest.


If you won't help us, at least let the children in - they've had nothing but scraps for days.


I've been knocked around a lot. But I never had a chance to fight back.


I did warn you not to come here.


Everything that ends, ends badly. You just bought a chance to ward off the ending for a little longer.


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


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


An early sketch, though. No mention of sussur bark.


Appreciate the candour. Gonna have to arrest you, though.


No, I made the right choice. Although I do regret the options I had.


That is how it must be. You cannot think otherwise.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Cazador's days are dwindling now - it will not be long before they find him, and put an end to all his wrongs.


Don't dare lie to me. I saw you with my own eyes, grinning at me like some bloody imbecile.


Follow me. But be ready for anything.


Good. Play nice until we get what we need.<br>


Now, where'd he go?


*In fact, one of the few memories you can still lay claim to is of being lost. Lost and afraid...*


You look off-colour. It's your engine, isn't it? Oblivion beckons at last.


A good wizard is hard to find. Let's make Gale feel welcome, as best we can.


Soon. Those in the cells are not to be touched, but the Absolute always provides for us.


Pipe down!


The Comet will guide us to a sure victory against the brain. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Orpheus!</i>


Attack<br>var 3


You scarcely deserve this.


*If there is more to discover about Karsus' creations, their shelves are your best hope of finding it. And once you've learned his secrets, your prayers may finally be answered.*


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


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


Charming - and slave drivers to boot. Might be worth talking to the gnomes before they're worked to death.


You won't see me again.


Esto perpetua!


Then go with my blessing. Be Faerûn's great defender.


Such a strange disc. Are these githyanki markings? Lae'zel might know.


I do not bring her mercy. I bring you the truth.


It even comes for your people in the astral sea. Time may hunt slowly - but it still hunts.


Pity it had to come to this. My dad knew this place, back before Keene took over.


Wing's still a little stiff, but I'm getting stronger!


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


Heave ho!


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Here we go again.


We would've built you a pile, Chosen - a most horrible mound of corpses. A wet, weeping throne - but alas. No.


No, now <i>they</i> threw me out.


The road to Baldur's Gate is west of the town. If we hurry, we'll arrive before the Absolute's forces.


Recovered <br>V3


Produce this weapon and you may pass.


Imps on a <i>gh'ath?</i>


I sense shame, lies. You have not been honest - even to yourself. Let the Unburdening salve your soul.


You might think you're in charge - but you ain't a drow anymore. Yer a <i>flesh-puppet</i>.


The air is ripe with magic.


Yuck.


It's too late. The Banites collared us like dogs, locked our families away - promised us freedom if we followed their every command.


You must have seen loads of ghosts out in the wild. And defeated them, too, I bet!


Not many have the ability to know what they want and do what they want, regardless of the needs of others.


You want to negotiate? HAH. You lost that privilege when you killed me, you little shit. Stay and die - or walk away and live.


You're too pretty to die.


I rather think they did. Can't imagine anyone wanting to do that for you, though dear.


If so, they'll hunt us to the far ends of this cursed land.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Don't worry - I'm not asking you to surrender anything else on my account. What's called for here is something altogether different.


Twit, twat, twerp.


Forget... forgotten.


<i>And even if you survived him, what of the elder brain? Without the protection I leverage for you, you would be enthralled in an instant. </i>


Do not fall again.


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


We're heading to Baldur's Gate, aren't we? You've always been very positive about the selection of books in Sorcerous Sundries. An opportunity for research, perhaps.


Pleasure as always. Better clear it out before the Fist get here - you know how they are.


Vivat crescat floreat!


Stuck fast. Got to be another way to open it.<br>


You have bonded with Shadowheart, body and soul. Her scent lingers on your skin. If there is to be anything between us, it must be with her consent. And perhaps some day, her participation.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Another letter from Orin.


Silence, brain! The Grand Design has failed. <i>You</i> have failed!


Stuck? That's not good.


Myrkul's - sweet child. How about this? We will meet every sunset to discuss and honour your brother. You will see there is peace, not fear, in death.


Indeed! I have travelled the Realms seeking daring and danger. Stick with me, Amira, and you shall be safe as a vault.


This should burn going down.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Effort v6


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Get to the brain, damn you! Dominate it or we're all going to die!


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


Listen up.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Good gods! What a boom!


So I say for now - we wait. If I'm right, Raphael will seek us out again. And when he does, there's a mighty bargain to be made.


Oi. Don't be rude. I may be small but I can carry more than my weight in goodly goods so BUY SOMETHING or <i>move on</i>.


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


Hollering hells - you're a cambion.


We did it. We actually did it!


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


<i>And found the githyanki. </i>


A few questions, if you please. There's no overstating my interest.


A light touch is in order.


Laughter


I can't hang on much longer.


Gods, but you'd miss the fuss. The noise. Gods above, even the smell.


Hm?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I'll get you free.<br>


Don't tell.


This is embarrassing. Gods.


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


Silvanus soften my steps.<br>


Just handing him over like that... I don't know. I hope we made the right choice.


Inaccessus!


Nor does it tie this back to the Bhaalist resurgence.


Our camp has never been so quiet. I detest it.


Gale of Waterdeep, as I live and breathe. As do you, I'm glad to see.


I have no idea what this will do.


Eiecto te!


Do something, says Boo.


A spell - but not one I'm familiar with.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Slow to respond. I expect better of githyanki.


I - I know that corpse. Arabella's father.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


*You recognise the description - the burning tiefling you met by the river.*


Zenovia? Always told the girl that mouth would cost her her head.


Another damned mimic.


Everyone's working doubles at the moment. Lord Gortash says it's the only way we'll beat the Absolute.


You should know by now that I'm not everyone. If Raphael doesn't know that yet - he'll learn.


You think I'm beautiful? Oh, Minthara.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


If it isn't a True Soul devil.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


Yes, I'm quite aware.


Oh Umberlee spare us, no. My friends - what happened to them? What's going on?


Kiai<br>var 2


Who's the stubborn one now?


A minor hindrance.


I'd the Bite... Laduguer's Bite... sickness worse than... death.


Look at you, just lying around, you furry chonkers! Disgraceful.


What makes you think we are not? We are talking about the Grand Design - <i>the restoration of the Illithid Empire</i>. There is nothing of greater importance.


I wish I could, but there's still work I've yet to finish - blood I've yet to spill.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


Cudo!


Wouldn't take the stuff no matter what. If I'm gonna go, let it be in a blaze of glory.


Stultissime!


Nulla salus!<br>v3


Impies! Heel!


You don't believe me do you? Taste it, and then tell me it's 'mediocre'.


Come on, soldier.<br>


Ngh. My head...


Crusty rogue.


I knew the old way. Two feral Bhaalpups, jostling for position at the top. One was going to die by the other's hand.


Hm.


Not at all - if anything, they seemed pleased your training was paying off.


Hang on.


My aching bones still feel every spark of pain from the crystalline moment of my death.


I wish we were parting under better circumstances, but thank you for helping us. I won't forget it.


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


*You've successfully persuaded the guard that you belong in a cell.*


Dying Burning<br>v6


Besides, I can't deny the lure of your taste. Sweet, yes, but also bitter as ginger.


A pleasant exchange.


You can't die - not like this!


SmileOpen<br>var 4


This is not my first time fighting for the fate of this damned city. I thought I'd die in any one of the last three apocalypses.


Scorched ground - better watch out.


Of course, True Soul.


<i>Careful. You will make a mind flayer laugh.</i>


If Karlach's mind is set, then Boo and I have faith. So bright a soul-fire cannot be quenched by any slippery fish-form.


Dying Burning<br>v5


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gale might be interested.


An illusion? Someone's hiding something...


Bet that will fit in my pack.


As you wish.


Well, allow me to return the favour. He's a pig and a bastard.


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


Step back - you sully our holy ground!


It seems that Wyll's determined to remain the Blade of Frontiers. I suppose he's truly earned the moniker, now.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Please, not now.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


<i>That</i>... was a mistake on your part, sweetie. A mistake the Guild will hear about.


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


My friend! You are so fearsome that your very blood flees your body!


Circulus mortis!


It's huge.


If you ain't willin' to pay up, I'll keep it!


I can't figure out this symbol...


*Your mind rests, but the circle's prayer still resonates in the air.*


That's what I like to hear. Find me in the city - and together, we can save Baldur's Gate from itself.


Was that - Why is my beverage <i>crunchy</i>?


What's hiding here?<br>


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


Got it.


A more dependable ally than the current guildmaster.


We'll prove him wrong.


*You take a worried pause. You didn't free the devil Mizora sent Wyll for. If you walk through the door, he will die - and his soul will be Mizora's eternally.*


Let me see your eyes, underelf. Mm.


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


This place is a blister of corruption.


She had her sister's dowry. I'd hoped she could tell us where it is.


Oh heavens, no, not with him. I work for him. As I do for all of my most loyal customers.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


My sources tell me you recently vanquished the fearsome General Ketheric Thorm. How did you manage that?


Ah, the servant ape. Hello again.


All right. Time to skulk about.


Duergar - this True Soul has betrayed us. Let his blood prove your devotion!


I can put you to rights.


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


The antidote worked - the symptoms have lifted.


There was an ambush in the dark. The shadows dragged him away...


*You creep back to your bed with a full belly and singing heart. For the first time in centuries, you feel happy.*


I, too, crave blood. But even I know to avoid battle when fortune's tides flow against me.


I'm running out of patience. Desist.


*Imprisoned in body, mind, and soul. A heavy price for whatever deal she struck.*<br>


Dodge
v2


All right, but we're keeping our eyes on you.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


<i>I speak for the Absolute. And I say you stay.</i>


This better be a long con, soldier.


Had to cut off the stiff's fingers to get to it.


We have to look out for each other.<br>


Hello?


*Instead, recent memories overwhelm you: the kith'raki attacking the nautiloid; warring demons and devils; the twitching ghaik tadpole.*


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


Bene curatur!<br>v2


What was that place...?


Another time, I hope.


Suck up all the magic you need, Gale, provided you don't go snacking on a githyanki silver sword. But I'd care to know the reason for it.


Are those... <i>organs</i> in these vials? Yuck.


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


My spirits told me you were capable, yet you stand in my presence, and Thrumbo is nowhere to be seen...


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


I imagine you've a need to let off some steam after your recent adventures in the shadow-cursed lands.


That lot could give the Thieves' Guild a run for their money.


Myconids. Just as I thought.


<i>There's no time to waste.</i>


This idol bears the Dark Lady's likeness. Shadowheart might be interested.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


I was invited to discuss pain and its intricacies, but even I find these goblins crude and, well - primitive.


They <i>do</i> seem a bit short-handed.


Looks like someone escaped from this place, rather messily I might add. Could have returned to the grove if it was one of the adventurers.


Dying Burning<br>v3


None will be able to enter - or leave.


I don't answer to you. Not anymore. I'm here for my family.


Press your belly to the bar, chum.


Doesn't even slow you down.


This will not end until <i>she</i> ends it.


I think you should, yes. No harm in trying the diplomatic route.


Free? Not while his master still lives. But he has, perhaps, earned a second chance.


I have suffered one defeat already - I will not suffer another.


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Risus abundat!


I'm glad you will not surrender an ally, but we should still be cautious around this one.


These bones are ancient. I wonder who they were.


Well, True Soul? What about the goblins?


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


Minsc will proceed if he must. But when his skull explodes, it will be one of you who brushes the thinking bits from Boo's fur.


Such pluck! How I admire it. Alas, I take unkindly to threats - no matter how hollow.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


First I damn near die at the hands of goblins. Then I get sucker-punched by a <i>foulblood</i>.


Impero mortuos!


You've been busy, True Soul. I heard how you helped Balthazar. He's returned to Moonrise, with the Nightsong in his possession.


Weak


Yes - against her will, without rhyme or reason!


Bit rotten, this is. I've had worse.


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


How'd you get past Andorn? Back off!


Don't do it...


You are a liar - and a fool. Nere suffers neither!


Some call me the Great Collector. Others, the Merchant of Mysteries. But you, my friend...


For the Nightsinger!


Nature might've provided for it. Too late now.


Are you ready to join me? To accept this immortal gift?


I am saving myself.


That's how I feel with you - content. It's a rather unfamiliar feeling, I must say. Not something Gale of Waterdeep ever craved.


Those gouges... tore through rock like it was butter.


She was anything but idle - she chose you as her champion. A fine choice too, I thought. Yet now you threaten to prove otherwise...


Suppose I'll lend a hand.


It is time, faithful ones. March on Baldur's Gate. We go to prepare the way.


What's done is done, and what remains to be done allows no great periods of introspection on such matters. Unless there's something else to discuss, we should press on.


A key - for what?


Come - let's continue our ballad!


Just a trick, surely. We're being toyed with.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


I can't. I can't let you endanger this camp.


What's going on? Why am I fighting?!


Victory v4


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


Even I was surprised by how well the owlbear would take to the potions. Just look at it! Glorious little creature. Well, not so little anymore.


NO! We will NOT let this come to pass!


Ale me!<br>v2


Gems from Thay. Looks like the looters were less than thorough...


A dead drow. Quite the decoration.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


<i>I think we've earned a celebration. Don't you?</i>


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


I'm not fighting anymore. Not even if someone calls me names.


Muddy footprints. Someone needs a lesson in manners.


*Your companion did not survive to witness your triumph - all life within was extinguished by Orin's blades. But <i>you</i> still live.*


Don't group me with the likes of them!


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


You did it. You destroyed the Netherbrain, and ended the Grand Design.


Attack Critical<br>


Perhaps. But that's certainly a fight I won't soon forget.


Well hello, beautiful! Aren't you a sight to behold?


Eating is such a waste of time. Finding good food on this plane even more so.


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


That's because She <i>chose</i> me. You're not worthy yet!


Moonrise Towers, once upon a time.


There was a day where I longed for your caress. I dreamed of sitting like a pup in the lap of the Slayer.


Open up.


BAH! Scummy ballbag - move! I GOTS TO CLEAN.


Attack<br>var 4


Silks from Cormyr - already ransacked. Pity.<br>


To victory!


Time to get this thing fired up.


What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.


I already got my answer. Let's not make this awkward.


I cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gale. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price... I am sorry for, for your burden.


Perhaps a few centuries of servitude will enlighten you to the benefits of honouring your agreements.


I've got this. I've got this. Shift ends soon.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Obedi me!<br>v2


Mind flayers, still in their pods... This must be where they transform those they kidnap.<br>


There's a hole there, behind the crates.


Laughter


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


He'd have betrayed the Circle. Same as the duergar - coward.


Ugh, didya see? He did it. Gross.


<i>A rift, a way in. Go, go, go!</i>


You're with the Harper, so you already know there's a war coming. And I already know the only thing about you that I need to.


Falling


We cannot afford to lose you.


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


Questions, <i>vin'iisk</i>? You seem to be lost in thought.


Well, perhaps I might pay a visit once you've settled, offer some advice. A bit of infernal altruism, if you will.


My Harpers are stationed below. Should Ketheric's main force catch wind of our assault and move against us, they will hold the tower.


Hup hup, eh? I haven't got forever.


I'd much rather be outside, with the sun on my skin.


All right. If that's what you want, then - then I'll be here with you. No matter what comes.


Weapons high. Standards higher.


A couple turns should do it.


Maybe I need more pockets.


Sure, and <i>I'm</i> the Marshal of the Flaming Fist. Lying gets you nowhere - entry refused.


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


Mors certa!<br>v3


You're too humble.


Lady Shar... what will she do to me...?


A beautiful death.


You are all that stands between me and my destiny - and you have brought the Prism here.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Keep prodding, and maybe you'll find out for certain.


As long as the Absolute exists, I am trapped within the Prism. I can only control the power from here.


Die, or do not. Just cease this squawking.


Ugh.


You could send an elf to sleep!


I know - you've been there for us every step of the way. It's just all a bit much sometimes, you know?


What's up for discussion?<br>


*It seems this merregon is using potions to charm a beast on behalf of its master.*


But perhaps we need not speak of farewells. We'll join your camp tonight to celebrate, if you'll have us.


Wake up, chief. We're all in danger these days. I ain't risking my neck for anyone but me.


These boots have seen everything.


Resisto frigus!


Tell me, Lae'zel, is it common for githyanki to fall in love?


What's up for discussion?


These tomes - they all tell of a sole subject - Shadowheart. Her whole life in here.


Oh, you poor, naive soul. Let me tell you a story.


My life's bleeding away. This curse, it's - it's too much.


Useless. Come on.


*A portrait of a noble devil. Charming, sophisticated... deadly.*


Are we to rent proper lodgings? Perhaps a fire, to guard Boo's buttocks from the cold?


This is the battle of our lives, and the lives of everyone in Faerûn.


Who cares - do they have anything worth taking?


A brief discussion.


There's no getting past those vines. The ritual was thorough.


Rotten luck. One moment, they're fishing. The next, murdered by monsters.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Maybe another time.


Ascension... knighthood... silver sword, ride dragon...


That voice... could it be Shar herself? Or some magic echo?


Pickets, ballistas, siege engines... a little old-fashioned, too. A hundred years? More?


The poor fellow was poking around the House of Healing. He must have found something.


*The majestic shark - relentless, aggressive, and unfortunately delicious. This one's days of predation are now over.*


As you wish petal!


Maybe later, when I'm not locked in combat?


I've known people who were hungry for power, but Gale takes it a bit too literally for my liking.


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


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


Mystra wanted the brain obliterated <i>because </i>of this crown. She fears a world in which such power is beyond her control - ready to be claimed by Karsus' successor.


W-what do you want, or, I mean... what do you need?


*The creature's song rumbles within you, neither warm nor welcoming.*


A little fun at last.


I just hope what you got was worth all of this.


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


Don't be so quick to judge - she didn't ask anything of you. Who's to say you'd have handled it any differently?


Es praedae mei!


Sorry, was there something you actually wanted?


Present company excluded, of course?


I'd love to cobble for our Archduke. He wouldn't turn down his old man, would he?


Thank the Father he's alive. Please, you have to get him out of there.


Bound but not beaten!


Many a wise man and woman indeed. Waterdeep is the home of myriad scholars.


Is it me? Am I ticking?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I'm the Blade of Avernus. I swore to cleanse the Hells of the devils that threaten the Coast. And I know my first target:


You led goblins <i>here</i>? Where is the druid?


He didn't make it this far. You <i>saw </i>them grab him.


I'm going to double my training. No, triple! I won't waste this chance.


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


I will spend every drop of my magic to save this tree from death, if Chauntea wills it.


*There is but one law, and it is immutable - I am that law.*


What a view.<br>


Go on then, Gale. We'll be here waiting for you when you're finished.


Virtus et scientia!


<i>Speak. Up.</i>


Vivat crescat floreat!


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


Nature can be both kind - and cruel. Remember that.


<i>Nautiloid! Don't get caught in its fire!</i>


The animal never had a chance. The curse consumes everything it touches.<br>


Better we put the debtor's attire back on, lest we draw the notice of our fellow soulless husks.


Incredible. How old <i>is</i> this place?


Gods - so the mirror from before is used to steal memories? Horrific.


So much for the law of the land...


Parchment-pallored villain.


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


Hells. I need to hold on.


Resisto!


He'll find you, you know. And he won't kill you.


A warrior who winks at her foes while she slays them. You'd be a fool to refuse her.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Whoever the culprit, let it be known: I will not stand for more innocent blood being shed in our camp.


'So sayeth the <i>wise</i> Alaundo.'


I made a mistake. I shouldn't be here. Let me take it back.


Why commit? Dipping a toe in illithid waters doesn't mean we have to dive in.


This is not your end.


I hope you're right. He sounds like a vile, vile man. I'd have liked to get a few licks in myself, honestly.


Facing that lot would be suicide... at least for now.


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


If we make it, I got some <i>fun </i>waiting for me at the Blushing Mermaid.<br>


Ah - a Continual Flame. There's no dousing fire like this.


*Your cavalier attitude to personal property is not always shared. For instance, this witness seems rather put out by your vandalism.*


*The craft is ready to sail.*


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


She said I'd never see her again. She was right.<br>


Hold on. If we want to defeat the brain, we'll need all three stones.<br>


*That little confession may have sealed your fate.*


No holding back!<br>


The air's foul. What is this place?


We tried to travel light, but... when the gnolls found us, we couldn't... they couldn't <i>run- </i>


I want to go on a date. A first date. No weapons, no monsters, no mysterious voices... just you and me and dinner.


Something's wrong. I feel weak. <i>Drained</i>.


Diminue!


CoughIll<br>var 2


Your ally is falling to the curse. <i>Help them.</i>


Yet you have killed, many times. It is engraved on your memories. You are a hypocrite.


--absolute-
  ---will---
-absolute--
      ---FREEDOM-


Don't matter - this discussion doesn't concern you. So why don't you make tracks?


As you wish, my friend. When the transformation occurs, I can only hope you are <i>far </i>away from me!


Shar's servants. Dark Justiciars.


Anything to hear that voice.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


All right, then.


Rather large. Rather heavily armed - which is <i>against</i> regulations - but I'm sure the Head Banker knows what he's doing.


For you, darling.


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


Our mind flayer acquaintance has wandered off. Not feeling quite herself, perhaps... Understandable.


Always a pleasure.


You damned idiot.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Think I made the right decision not to stay in line...


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind. My services are all that I can proffer thee. What thou wilt do with them is for thee to undertake.


Please tell me you've seen sense.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


The High Overseer - <i>our grand protector</i> - signed a pact with devils. It dragged Elturel straight to Hell.


Should get started.


No...?


These bones are ancient. I wonder who they were.


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


Dissera!


<i>There's no time to waste.</i>


What to choose?<br>


Don't mind if I do.


And when you two are wed
Well, my heart will be but dead
For my sister you will sadly, surely be.


Hyenas birthing gnolls? How horrid.


The cook has prepared no pike today, my lady.


This place will be a death trap if the goblins breach the wall. Mark my words.


Be useful, won't you?


The mystic's soul is gone for good, and he is carrion in truth. You may unpeg your nose, Boo.


Very well. A small discount, as a mark of respect for our mutual expertise. Pay, and I will relay their message.


No - you can't! I <i>trusted</i> you!


Dying Burning<br>v2


Forgive me. I know tears will not bring our children back.


Who'd keep a secret like that from his friends? You can't trust anyone these days.


Yeah! We'll be out of here in no time.


Hold. Give diplomacy a chance to do its job.<i></i>


The what? You - you ain't serious?


Some good SCREAMS.


Back into battle!


This drow was pulverised. What happened...?


((*we laid waste to many. you bring yet another. you bring us <b>the Rot</b>*))


What's it to ya?


Poor creature. It must have been terrified.<br>


Lookin' to have your guts spilled, are you? Kill her!


This is no time for petty jokes.


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


I can't believe he just left...


I want to have a word.


The relief crew was due hours past. Your tardiness will be noted, Dread Brother.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


In today's papers - 'Steel Watchers Save City from Deep Gnome Assault'!


That's not even close. It's K'ha'ssji'trach'ash!


Shit. <i>Shit. </i>I - I've got nothing. I swear it. You've got everything, so just go - please.


You are safe, my love.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


We should place a grave marker for Nickels - somewhere warm and cosy.


I see you found it. And you had honour enough to use it. My people will thank you.


I bear more blame for the shadow curse than Isobel does. And she can no more control her parentage than you can that thing in your head.


Watcher! You were made to save the city, were you not?


The alarm! It's busted!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


The pinnacle of good trash - even <i>I</i> can't forget that one too easily. Your father is man of fine taste.


UGH!


An elaborate key - hardly a memento.


Now who would possibly benefit from such a massacre?


An amulet of Selûne. I think Gale might want this.


It is done - it is done! Now - I must fit her into the device before she resurrects. You - take your payment - well earned - and be gone.


Let's go find somewhere to offer them a toast.<br>


And all to impress a former lover. Gale should do as Minsc did, and stop at the face tattoo.


I love you - give me a squeeze!<br>Promise you I won't displease!


Oh, marvellous. I've never been so excited for anything in all my days! Just - stand over there. Far over there. And drink up!


Scratch sleeps still? Boo, you will have to share with him some of your stamina-building tricks.<br>


Whatever made those tracks seems to be in here...


*All that you've seen since the crash - all the wonders and horrors - suddenly seem inconsequential. Only one thing matters.*


Quit your fancy talk, bard. Let's just kill the bastard.


Best be on my way.


*What is this Astral Prism? Who is this dream figure? And what makes Vlaakith so desperate to slay him?*


True adventuring soul, you are. No battle too small!


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


Danse macabre.


Viam sapientiae!


I hear Alan's rented out the upstairs to some ragged vagabonds. Must be desperate.


Plue!


He is. Nobody has actually seen him, but word is he's tough as rocks, and ruthless as an ettin.


<i>You are weaker than I imagined, if you lie to yourself so.</i>


Effort v12


I know I had designs on you. But I'm glad you found a little happiness with someone who could actually give it to you. Especially someone like Wyll.


Shove off, soldier. You're not my type.


Extende!


Recovered <br>V3


We've been chanting for days. I need some rest.


Wish I could tell you. We're stuck out here, but most of the action is beyond Wyrm's Crossing.


That feels good.


Recovered


Effort v3


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


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


I won't go on without you.


Get out of our alley. Go on, before I make you.


Since we are both dependent on your ability to survive that, you would do well to remember that without me, you would become a mind flayer.


Sphaera mortis!


Can't live my life without you.


But this is not her dwelling place. Orin resides within our Father's Temple.


This place is wondrous. A shame it is not ours to command.


It's the only way to Moonrise Towers. We have to push through.


Effort v12


You. Me. Friends. Got it? Good.


Should steel myself first.


*Camp life seems to suit the young owlbear. His coat of feathers seems fuller. His eyes look bright and inquisitive.*


I adored her, and had been sharing her bed for some time when the order came that she must die.


Be careful - that bed already crushed one maidservant!


Next blow's gonna <i>hurt.</i>


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


This place reeks of death.


You've been decent to me, so far. Maybe if you can... don't make me face any more of them. At least not alone.


Ketheric Thorm is no more, but the shadow curse still remains. I need to be careful.


You can't go alone. I'm coming too.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Something to turn the tide.


I see only fragments. Your mind is confused - do what you must to clear it.


Just like that? You're not going to... suck our brains out?


You will find yourself in Orpheus' presence before the end comes. When the moment comes, use the Hammer to shatter the chains that hold him.


<i>I did it. After ten long years in the Hells, I'm fucking </i>free<i>.</i>


I regret this already.


I recognise this wine. It's a paralysing poison...


No - I won't hear of it. Not until we know there's absolutely no other way.


We can't wait. Give the bastards hell for us!


Vocal Misc - Laugh


We're most certainly going to need a healer, and soon too. How about we lend each other a helping hand once more and look for a healer together?


Victory? Your victory is but a guttering candle in the dark. Temporary. Inconsequential.


They had words. Nasty ones. Xargrim summoned the spectator. Never saw one like that - petrified us all.


Extende!


A crypt. Now to find where this Shirra Clarwen rests.


What's done is done, all we can do now is carry on and maybe be a little more sceptical of those we meet.


Warriors of the <i>mind. </i>Oh, there's some physical prowess involved, but the battlefield on which we truly fight the <i>ghaik </i>is their own.


INTERLOPER!


Listen up.


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


This next spell should be interesting.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.<br>


You're being a real thorn in my side.


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


Seems the owner of this place is responsible for those explosive stuffed bears in the barn.<br>


And now we know that Cazador's skulking somewhere beneath the palace, it'll be infinitely easier to track him down.


Souls like mine.


Hurry, to his coffin! It's time to end this.


That will be for her to decide. Go to her directly. Do not stray.


And I'll sup on your soul.


The hero Ravengard's fallen. Be forever known as his killer!


TO ARMS, ZHENTARIM - THE GUILD IS OURS FOR THE TAKING!


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Cultists ambushed us in the darkness and Zevlor - well, he <i>surrendered. </i>The others got away, but we...


The githyanki from the mind flayer ship. A shame he didn't survive.


Wish he'd bloody well hurry up then. I could swear the shadows are getting closer.


It shall be done.


Probably a waste of time.


A scribe, a seneschal - a keeper of records. And now, thine advocate, both here, and in the City of the Dead.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


I feel the urge to perform in the middle of the night - right by your bedroll.


He is the life and light of Baldur's Gate. You deserve him. And he deserves his son.


I'll keep a spot for you. It'll be just like old times.


They are just like the ones we found in the barn.<br>


That did it.


No, no, no...


This <i>outsider </i>will take word once I've spoken to them. We must focus on the rite.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


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


Ah, but it was worth it in the end, wasn't it?


No prisoners! No mercy! Take them!


<i>All you have to do is open your mind to it. Its latent potential will do the rest. </i>


It is not enough. I fear what Lord Gortash will say.


An elf sailing away while a dragon remains with Baldur's Gate.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


May the Wavemother grant you her favour - or at least, spare you her wrath.


There's something out there - I can <i>feel</i> it.


You there! You're not getting out of this mess!


Effort v9


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. An old druid ritual - I'd best ask Jaheira about it.


Watch yourself. With Lord Gortash dead, we're tightening security.


In a bind? I'll help.


Careful - attack a slave, and you might have to answer to the slave master.


Time to run.


This darkness is suffocating. I - I can barely catch my breath.


Strong and silent - good. You'll need it for this next bit.


Citizen Fluffington, I advise caution. This area is restricted, under orders of Lord Enver Gortash.


Well, if anyone's equipped for finding and dealing with ghosts, it's you, I bet!


Come on. Up.


How'd a rat like you get in with a True Soul?


Fight on, my love.


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


He'll feel that in the morning.


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


Talking about this won't end well for either of us, so if you'll excuse me -


Exaclty the sort of battle I live to fight. And the sort made even more thrilling with a hot-hearted tiefling at my side.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, hunters on my trail, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.


An open tomb - empty. Not ominous in the slightest.


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


That should work.<br>


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Aaaargh! It's hot! It's HOT!


Blood comes easy these days.


My tadpole's squirming like it's excited... or scared.


Pigeon feathers. Maybe from one of the postmaster's birds.


<i>Vlaakith's power is finite. The resolve of the githyanki not. For as long as she binds them, there will be those who resist.</i>


SmileClosed<br>var 5


*Gale's lifeless body hardly seems like the source of a cataclysmic, world-ending event, but it is beginning to smell a little.*


Voco potentia!


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


Are you truly so far gone that you don't realise there's blood on your hands? All the more reason to put an end to this, now.


Voco arvina!


Laughter


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


Hard to budge. Good thing I'm stronger than I look.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Effort v3


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


Welcome. If you've need of a bunk or a bath, you'll find them upstairs.


At once.


*You see Glut's old grotto once more, but this time wreathed in flame. Amid the slaughter strides a drow.*


SmileOpen<br>var 2


Have a gander at that. Come back tomorrow if you fancy fresh news.


I just miss Arabella more. Why? Why did she have to die?


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


O-of course. I'd never!


While you were infiltrating the Towers, I was working on something I thought might help in the fight against those cultists.


Such an aggressive choice of words - careful you don't spoil the moment. Besides, we give them a home, <i>purpose </i>- just like I received.


I trust you can restore my faith in you - we need each other, but there's a limit to what I can tolerate.


You won't be waiting long.


Time to take your place.


I say we take a page from their book.


*The presence is weak now, a hollow vessel without a heart. It doesn't resist.*


Your fertile organ is now your sole weapon. Combined, potent worm and gravid womb may honour Bhaal's name.


SmileClosed<br>var 5


But you're serious about this? About... us?


Aresce!


((*<b>Peace-Bringer</b>. be at home*))


I'm not made of magic, you know.


Well, so much for peace.<br>


You think that's what you wanted, but you don't know the hunger. You don't know what it turns us into.


What a world. I never dreamed I'd be on the <i>paying </i>end in a brothel.


Looks like they interrogated some githyanki for information.


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


Twit, twat, twerp.


Oh, I'm sure time and an ageing mind have smoothed out a few of his flaws. But he was a good man.


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


*You yearn for the final confrontation. But to face the Netherbrain without the stones would lead to only one outcome - your doom.*


Vis medicatrix!


Yes, I suppose the mental harm to that poor old woman would be -


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


No, don't say that. Perfect would mean there is nothing left to explore.


Can it be true? Perhaps you are more powerful than I give you credit for.


You had your chance, and unleashed a wildfire. Nothing left but dust.


Keep sucking in that sea air. Good for what ails you.


The blood, the screaming - just thinking about it makes me smile.


Mundus vult decipi!


Perhaps I followed her too blindly, if Lady Shar abandoned her.


*Your lock-tampering caught the guard's eye. What will your next move be?*


Watch this!


Et alibi!<br>v3


You did it. You saw the price of freedom and decided to pay it. I - ... I'm proud of you. Well done.


Maybe. Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. You've enough on your plate.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


The blood of Selûne? Then what of this 'Nightsong'?


Another bard? Did Lucretious hire you? Tch. Stay out of my way, talentless half-wit.


It's no use. He's beyond reach, for now.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


I warn you - he is quite mad, but he knows the path to Moonrise better than anyone.


Do I look in the mood for natter? Lord Gortash is dead - and so is any chance this city had at a future. Damn it all.


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


As you say.


Eh... Boo? Was that you?


That's no common travelling chest. Might be worth a peek inside...


*Cough.* Perhaps Omeluum is right. I should get a mask.


Go. Be Her justice.


Mystra would consider... forgiveness?


The great General is paranoid. Good - that means he's protecting something.


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


Urgh. Raaaar.


Effort v5


I come for you.


Word is that Keene messed up her last chance to get the Stone Lord. Boss won't like that.


You're here! Good... that's good.


You can count on me.


Acidum!


Your babbling tires me, <i>istik</i>. Move your carcass!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


But General Thorm - <i>he </i>appreciates you. And he wants you close at hand, so I am here to whisk you back to him.


The past is nearer than we think. We simply must dig.


Oh! Well why didn't you say so?


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


*'Suffering is not a curse, but a gift'. So the <i>varsh</i> had taught you.*


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


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


<i>She's a parasite.</i>


*The myconid calms. You may go in peace.*


Closed Mouth Effort v5


We have more options than we knew, Lae'zel. Give me the chance to convince you.


You will die for me, won't you?


*They believe you - for now. But something tells you they won't be so receptive to your charms again.*


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


It's packed too tight. I'll need a shovel.


Wait.


It is understandable that you regret this... <i>horror</i> you have endured. But you made the right choice - my people need their prince.


Heh. I thought the same, 'til I held me own in my arms.


Ticklish little creature, tries to sneak and slice.


I wonder how I'll feel when I remember everything.


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


Rank, malodorous pustule.


<i>K'chakhi</i> - I will hear no more of this nonsense.


Straight answers are overrated. Where's the discovery?


He's a vampire.


I'm sure he'll come in handy. Maybe as a doorstop.


For you.


This place needs me. I wish it were different - I truly do. As long as the curse remains, so must I.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


I was... I was quite terrified you wouldn't return. What happened in there?


The strong and silent type? All right.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Something to turn the tide.


You've had too much to drink.


You know what would be nice, just for a change? Venturing through a mysterious bazaar, or a lush, dark wood, scented with lavender.


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


On my way.<br>


Diminue!


By the trees! I don't know what I dreaded more - the goblins, or being stuck here with Kagha for the rest of my days.


Need a little boost?


'Passing'? He was <i>murdered</i>. By one of the fugitives he was harbouring.


She just loves your sort, you see. Real keen on deep gnomes. Heh.


Ugh. I'm thinking no calamari for lunch today.


Help me escape, an' I'll tell my tribe to leave ya alone when they murder this place.


Now <i>this</i> will hurt.


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


It is a most welcome <i>absence</i>, in my estimation.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


I could not agree more. The pursuit of knowledge and power should always be our goal.


For sake of convenience, thou shalt call me Withers.


Not a single act wasted.


You know, I didn't realise you and I were so alike.


Call me Lucretious: ringmaster, necromancer, Bringer of the Night - oh, and wine-lover extraordinaire.


I ruin him.


Well that opened... something? Somewhere?


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


Please, please, <i>please</i> be all right...


Fire might cleanse the wood-rot - but to little end, if you must burn down the forest entire.


Could it be? Is our tormentor gone? Is Ethel finally dead?


Better.


But...


Blood follows me everywhere.


Might prove useful.<br>


And you thought that idiotic display would do it? Bravo!


Closed Mouth Effort v3


*Your words have only made things worse. The guards will be hearing about this.*


Oh, I've no idea. For two hundred years, the sun would have turned me to cinders. Until the crash, when I woke up bathed in its light.


Observant as ever.


Wyll - you are more valorous than Balduran himself.


Children's toys rigged to explode? Just when you think you've seen the worst people can do, something like this happens.


My new office. The chair could be a little comfier, and the desk definitely needs adjusting - but I'd say it'll do.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Not that I've seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and its eyes turned red.


No manner of duke should save a city, only to open a gate to the Hells.


What do you want?


If this isn't the most boring post in the grove, I don't know what is.


Someone was... <i>arranging</i> these corpses. What for?


Delighted to see you again. I've been working on some new musical additions, if you'd like to take a look?


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Weak


Tsk - tsk - tsk'va! I hate that you speak the truth.


<i>(I'd advise tremendous care with the 'Tharchiate Codex'. The cost of unlocking its mysteries is onerous.)</i>


Damn knots...


*Behind the glowing eyes and pallid skin, you recognise the faces of the children you took from the Gur hunters' camp on Cazador's orders.*


And just like <i>that</i>, it's gone.


I'm alive, yes. Thank you for the concern.


Dead for good. Mystic Carrion shall not trouble us again.


I wonder... Could I make a pact to rid myself of you?


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Victory v2


Flaming Fist will start clearing outsiders from Rivington and the refugee camps soon. Mark my words.


Ooh! Such a strapping young behemoth!


The journey has been brutal, but I stand here a Hellrider once more, and I would die a proud man if I died this day.


*And just like that, it's over. Whatever's left of you is subsumed by the overwhelming strength of your desires.*


Fiat lux!


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


Maybe you would. But I'm not cruel enough to get your hopes up. In spite of what some might believe...


Bex said the gods sent you to us. I think she's right.


*He listens, rapt, hanging on every word.*


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


Tell me that hag didn't hurt my baby - <i>please. </i>


Blink and you'll miss me.


I met your friend. Ready to go?


*You see a man stalking slowly through the woods, bow half-drawn. If he bags a deer, the whole family will be kept fed all winter...*


What a waste.