Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


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


And such heroic deeds deserve proper thanks.


You can go. But you make one wrong step, and I'll rip you to shreds.


I'm afraid you will not, <i>istik</i>.


This is nothing but junk!


Nice view.


Well-played, chicken-chaser! Good game!


Descend to her.


He actually stood and <i>fought</i>, the stupid bastard. Like I never trained him better.


Let us free them of their god - and of their lives.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Almost...


Yes, yes. <i>Sing to me.</i>


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


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


Come on, let's finish this.


I didn't realise you had such a soft streak, Astarion. Now it'll cost you. And the city as well, perhaps...


Fled back to the shadows, no doubt. Come out, boy, or this mean old Harper might get cranky.


<i>We must go to the helm. At the helm we are needed.</i>


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


Argh! Pest!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


Must have been fishing when these monsters came. Bad luck.


I'm <i>sure </i>you do. Alas, I am not quite convinced. Perhaps a small donation would help.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Effort v9


Probably a waste of time.


They'll eat through yer belly button...


*The gnoll throws back its head, its rage spurring on a violent, screaming mirth.*


I made my promise. I will not fail Gith's son on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


You seem to know a great deal about her. Bring her to me, and I'll forgive your little fib about her fate.


That's not as many as you said you had.


<i>...what are you? What am I sensing?</i>


Have you come to behold the new dawn?


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Webs everywhere. Feels like home.


Surge!


Ugh. I don't know what I slept on, but my neck's killing me.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


Got nothing to say to you. You got nothing I want.


This might sting. Whatever.


And here I thought you'd be grateful for the final good-bye.


Are they all like this?


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


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


((*ah, the Circle sings to you its truth. your voice is forever welcome in our harmonies*))


Video veritatem!<br>v2


No! No, I don't know her.


Effort v6


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


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


Pallida mors!<br>v2


Now - our harbour is filthy with black blood. It clings to life like death. Waveservants - away.


Why don't you go help the others? I'll rest up here.


Such slaughter. Such annihilation. The Murder Lord's thirst is well-quenched today.


Go away. I'm not telling you squat.


*Her mind focuses - their suspicion cannot be aroused. They cannot discover that the weapon they seek is within their grasp.*


My domain imperilled, so it's claimed.
Enter, then, and prove thy merit,
Hero be? March forth and swear it.


Next thing, she's gone looking for the hag. Of all the <i>stupid</i> things to do.


<i>That's over, I'm afraid. What comes next is... the end.</i>


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


*You sense a matriarch's flush of pride - she will soon be a grandmother, and the child will bear <i>her </i>name. Muldred.*


Blasted wyrm - where did it come from?


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Oh, it was quite easy, really. I took note of certain abilities you possessed, certain aspects of your behaviour depending on our environment. And those <i>teeth</i> of yours. Quite the pair of canines.


May Silvanus' grace teach you in death what you did not learn in life, Kagha.


I've got just the thing.


They got Astarion, damn it. He's probably back at Cazador's palace already.


All right. What comes next?


Hush now, it was just a nightmare. We're safe here, with our guardian.


You won't be hurting for long.


*Your light fingers were too heavy this time - you've been caught stealing. What will you do?*


We've taken back our relic. But I will keep the fiend caged 'til our protection rite is complete.


You are the architect of your own demise.


Gond help me.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Don't give me trouble now.


Kill her.


Heh. Boss Ragzlin weren't lying when he said anyone could join the Absolute's ranks.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


I'm not so lucky. Got to dispel these shadows... somehow...


Raphael was his name, right? He's trying to lure us into a game he knows we can't win.


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


Balduran.


A flower motif - just like on that key. Whatever the key opens, it must be in the flophouse.


What beautiful music...


Hells!


Not like this, Minthara!<br>


Why can't we just stay until it's safe?


Impossible. You are a thrall - a slave!


I feel it too. Losing energy... losing focus...


A toughie, eh? Good. They've got the best loot!


Ketheric is vulnerable now. We should hasten to Moonrise, lest our angelic friend kills him before we have a chance to.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


Corpora sana!<br>v3


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


I don't feel lucky.


Flagra!


And by his word, he relinquished it unto Mystra.


Light on my feet.


Nah. We're keepin' him as our own little plaything, so long as he don't ask any more awkward questions.


This feels good.


Both Loviatar and I are interested in how you handle pain, dear one.


I can be subtle sometimes.


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


Blade of Smiting Evil Frontiers...? Eh. If it is all the same, Minsc and Boo will just call you Wyll.


Te adstringo linguam!


A masons' guild. The symbol over the door leaves no doubt.


I've got just the thing.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


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


*And as it threatens to consume you completely, you swallow it down, and reject it as if it were an unpleasant clot in a fine vintage.*


One more round!


I remember this shape...


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Be my guest, but that door's too strong. Maybe there's another way, up the cliff.


We're outnumbered, my friend - and secrecy is a slim advantage. I'll tell you more in the city.


Though thou no longer servest as her Chosen, thy studies lead thee to ever greater wisdom and understanding.


I got it! I got it - and thanks.


<i>Htak'a!</i>


Impero te!<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


An infestation of vampire spawn - that's just about the last thing I wanted to wake up to. We thwarted their efforts to seize Astarion, at least.


*Though the shadow magic you consumed is nothing compared to your old mastery of the Weave, it is novel. Exciting. And in Mystra's eyes, <i>dangerous</i>.*


A monster masquerading as furniture. Clever.


She used to work in the kitchens at some fancy noble's house.


Helm protect us.


Doesn't matter. Whatever god the prick prays to, I'll send him to meet it soon enough.


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


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


The subtle approach.


I bet Gale will want to take a look at this staff.


Should have his own column, never mind just an interview.


Lae'zel. So you decided to make your appearance.


Happy to assist a friend.


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


It's all slippery in there. What are you hiding?


So, the Nightsong is key to Ketheric's invulnerability.


No... I would not presume that. I know quality when I see it.


I know this spell - Guardian of Faith. Extraordinary, that it's lasted so long.


You know what, you're right. So let's give them a real show, shall we?


<i>Not love, no. What I had with Belynne Stelmane was much more than that. It was - unique. </i>


Don't bother. You'll barely dent it.


Sorry. Can't talk. I'm on a deadline.


That was not what I expected to see today.


Freedom, from all that pains the spirit. But you know this already, even if you do not think you know it.


*As soon as you begin, you hear a zap of magic over from where Gale last was.*


So we've got to trick it, see? Make it think we're <i>part</i> of it. That's why the doors only open for...


Have fun inside, True Soul.


Scorched ground - better watch out.


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


Would you look at this place? All these people - happy because of us.


Take my hand!


Hostium munera!


Leave me spend my final moments how I want.


That's a myconid. And it's warning us...


Er... please, enjoy the store. If there's anything I can help with, do not hesitate to ask.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


Lead on.


No. This is my p-urpose. I know nothing else.


Rich men place more value on wine and fine clothes than on the lives of folks like me.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Meenlocks! Those claws are sharp as hell.


How long will it take to get to Baldur's Gate?


Always makes my day better.


I had to act. I had to strangle that foul conspiracy while it was still in the cradle.


The tyrant's mouth was moving for a very, <i>very</i> long time - and not once did you fill it with your fist.


Recovered


((*the Sovereign spoke its word. you will obey*))


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


Attack Critical<br>


Tempestas!


I don't owe anyone.


Hope they're at peace, wherever they are.


I've been watching. Waiting. Seeing how you lead your lambs skip-skipping to the slaughter.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


If anyone can, it will be you. Or at least that's what the legends say.


More dangerous than you thought, perhaps. I've never had any doubt.


Must I?<br>


The raven was right, we were fated to meet. Break her, my friend - most thoroughly.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


ANOTHER!


Hmm. Nature used all of its powers when it sculpted you, Astarion.


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


<i>Tnak</i>. I'll feckin' kill you!


Look at the top-dwarf getting all judgy. Not like you lot came to our rescue when mind flayers yoked us.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Good.


You need to take care of yourself, keep out of danger. Perhaps... perhaps there is some way, some unfathomable way we can still see each other, eventually.


All right... please. That mushroom could change everything for me.


I could drown in that song...


We'll hold this point. Give Ketheric our regards, aye?


I hear parts of her have washed up as far away as Neverwinter.


You survived. Good.


Er, don't be angry, boss, but I can't find the bloody thing. Someone must have nicked it.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Few exist, and fewer still can be obtained for such a meagre price. It is a rare gift - one some in this city <i>desperately</i> require.


Focus. Dedication. <i>Utmost vigilance.</i>


By Vlaakith's might!


Is that <i>The Endless Miracle</i>?


Back in the grove I'd have taken you up on that - but my situation has <i>changed</i>, somewhat.


Half this drow's body is crushed. Must have fallen from pretty high up.


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


Intactilis sum!


If you ever hesitate to indulge your illithid potential, remember that I will not.


Githyanki... Torture...


You won't be waiting long.


Can't I even <i>pray </i>without interference?


There you are. Come forward, True Soul.


I was just about to, thanks. Wavemother's breath, you're so overbearing...


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Detono!


These markings match those we saw on the door.


You did...? Then I owe you more than I can ever repay. Thank you.


Recovered


Easy, Lae'zel - we need answers, yes, but you catch more flies with honey than vinegar...


The tadpole was tampered with? That complicates things...


Yup. Murderous is one thing, but late?  Beshaba pass over.


Look on the bright side, mother - should be fewer mouths to feed after today.


I'm <i>fine</i>.


There's got to be some way to stop this thing!


If we begin to turn, we will die by the blade - not like cowards suckling from a noxious teat.


This must be the spot they held Halsin captive. Clearly he didn't quite appreciate the accommodations.<br>


All the monsters I ever met were in books. I never even made it to the adult hunt. But now I'm one of them. I'm a <i>spawn</i>.


Next blow's gonna <i>hurt.</i>


I've made a powerful ally today.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


Really? I liked him. Dedicated, but not fanatical. Bet that eye had a good story behind it, too.


The Outer Planes. This is where gods dwell. Where they observe us from afar. Where they make play-things of us.


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


Step out of the light and you're done for, freak. Fight with us or die in the dark. To arms! Now!


Hopefully we'll be rid of this parasite before we even need to think in that direction.


Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite.


<i>I intend no disrespect, but one can only heal so much of their own brain tissue.</i>


Tormentum!


Blasted djinni. I am not going to become a meal for whatever those things are...


I'll tell ya real slow-like so ya don't miss it:


Ah! Don't mind us, True Soul. The back wall is weak - we're working to brace it.


Good for her. And good for you.


Cal and Lia were taken in by your crap. You convinced them to play hero, and now they're gone.


Weak


Always room for more.


Proper warriors, both. May they be honoured.


Why?


Quite the warhammer. I imagine it's crushed more than a few skulls.


Dying


Godlike in power, yes. But with none of the sanctity.


Lae'zel, have you ever done a good deed just for the sake of it?


Wits and blades, always sharp.


I might be free of the parasite, but Cazador's still out there. Without the tadpole's protection, he just has to find me to claim me.


You banished the dishonourable judge and applied <i>lex talionis</i>, the principle of the sentence being proportional to the crime.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


- and I will have Vlaakith's eternal regard. She will cleanse me. <i>She will ascend me.</i>


I opened them. Searched inside them.


Hmm. What might be tucked away in here?


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


We need to move - the Neurocitor lies in the depths of the Foundry.


Another unique quality of our predicament, perhaps. Are you inclined to take these visitors at their word?


Impero tibi!


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


Baldur's Gate is in good hands.


My thanks. I only pray his anger at his old master burns as brightly as ours.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


I'm sure.


I'll set you loose.


I've got the blueprint and the sussur bark. Now, I need a forging tool.


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


I won't go. I won't let them take me.


*You can't penetrate his mind.*


Fetch isn't much of a solo game.


*The end awaits. The last sights you'll ever see. The last words you'll ever utter. The last action you'll ever take... Best make them count.*


A pity for us you have promised your night to the half-elf.


You stink worse than a bugbear's arse.


The gith that inhabit that crèche of course - stupid, brutish creatures. Not like you at all.


Voco nubes!


We did well. Lady Shar will smile upon us.


Going into hiding.


Yelp all you want - you belong to the Hells.


An empty brinepool. But then where are the tadpoles...?


She's... she's alive? Who are you to her - a Harper?


Or what? You'll kill me? Touch me, and the girl dies. And I'll simply return - stronger than ever.


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


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


The artefact is being hunted, and so <i>I'm </i>being hunted. The Absolute's forces want it. Githyanki raiders want it.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Such evil can only be cured one way. With pain. With torment. And if that does not work - with death.


Damn it all. I should've known better than to stray so close.


... sorry, no need for that. Must've put too much salt on my blood sausage this morning.


Arfur's playing a dangerous game. Time to check in on those so-called 'donations'.


All's well that ends... not as bad as it could have.


Oh my. This is going to be a fun journey.


You are incorrigible today.


Wonder what a big bruiser like that was doing out of the Hells.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


So much blood. The illithids take what's useful and discard the rest.


I fear we have given up the one advantage we had.


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Well, she's definitely immortal.


You're a monster, not a goddess.


Today, we will know only victory. Today, we take back the city!<br>


*Your head buzzes in concert with Lae'zel's, but it hardly matters. Even without the connection, you'd recognise her discomfort.*


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Didya see that? Someone just got 'im... got Crusher to kiss 'is feet... foot.


Oh, do not be such a cynic, Boo.


I shall see to it.


Hear, hear!


Inveniam viam!


A fine gem. And a fine fit for the altar.<br>


Speak, oathbreaker.


Funny how these things go.<br>


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Every house has an entrance, <i>vin'iisk</i> - even those in the Hells. A diabolist in this very city might know the way.


A word of advice, new-Nine-Fingers - open the gates to this army. If the Zhent smelled profit in it, you know there's gold to be had.


*You think you hear a whisper - but perhaps it was just wind draughting through a dull and empty thing.*


Nocturnus!


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


D-Don't hurt me, please!


None of you are worthy. Such a disappointment.


Nulla salus!


If you wished to join us, you are too late. The master has commanded the doors stay shut until the ritual is complete.


For the best, I guess.


Master is back. Good. Missed him.


Cheese from the Dalelands. Or what's left of it.


You got no need to know, and I got no need to tell. So get to caning, or to leaving.


This is hardly the time for <i>errands</i>. Do as you wish, but then we must go.


But nothing to worry about... right?


Ngh. My head...


I itch to peel you, to split your skin, to see your skull shine in the light, little tyrant.


Trapped? I suppose I could help.


You may not pass until you face
They who seek to take your place.


If you had your guts falling out... you'd be eager too.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Clumsy, sun-scum. I felt you, fumbling about in my head. You'll pay for that.


Please, it'd mean so much to her.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Well, that was... interesting.


I would have bet anything you'd have chosen Astarion. He's oh-so-very... <i>Astarion</i>.


Looks like that elf lost someone dear to him.


Another guest! YES, YES! More bones to chew. MORE BODIES TO NIBBLE.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


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


You! Boo would have caught your foul scent, had you not confounded his nose with evil Sharran incense.


You're not going down.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Hush now, it was just a nightmare. We're safe here, with mistress.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


That thing better work. If it doesn't, I doubt you'll be in any position to complain...


My old friend. Very good to see you again.


Erm. All right. Bye.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Sharp-eyed, aren't you? But you missed a few. I may not sail the seas anymore, but that doesn't mean I'm not ready for trouble. So, <i>behave.</i>


Go on then.


Non movere!<br>v2


Where is he? What have you done?


Something fits here. Might set the whole thing humming.


I fear none of us will see peace yet. There are still trials ahead.


Even in my darkest hours, I knew it was my destiny to save my people - I could never have imagined this would be the way.


I'll never be able to look at a butcher shop again after this place. But at least we were afforded a soft landing.


Hells, not these again!


So you'll be wanting a copy of today's edition of the Baldur's Mouth Gazette then?


I am not dragonborn. <i>I am a red dragon.</i>


...It's gone. The song is gone! <i>The contract is completed!</i>


Found it in the ruins. It's all I've got. Please, just listen.


Out! Now! I won't say it again!


Don't give me trouble now.


You did it. You're channelling the Weave. How does it feel?


Stay with me a while, will you? Day will come all too soon, even in this place.


They've moved on. We'll have to fight our own battles.


Video veritatem!


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


<i>You have grown much. I'm proud of you. </i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


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


When Master Halsin heard the adventurers were heading that way, he saw a chance to get answers. Joined on the spot.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


What I proposed to you was something bolder than most mortals ever have to contend with, and yet your resolve was firm.


If we don't deal with them gnolls, <i>none</i> of us are getting out of here alive.


Indeed, sister. We could have learned a great deal from him.


*This sturdy door is a dizzyingly complex system of cogs and gears.*


We must slay the Netherbrain. Right now, that's all that matters.


The Inn of Last Light. I can understand why you did not linger there. 'Tis rather a hovel.


Another dank, dingy basement? Lovely.


You don't measure up to either.


You saved me. Now you'll extort me. That's how this works, yes?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You there! Please, I don't know what's come over these boys. I just want to go home.


Yes, yes - the mark is unmistakable. Tell me, sweet creature: does your flesh taste as honeyed as I could hope for?


It's still rough, but my song is getting there!


How do you drow do that - find pleasure in killing? I got a goblin myself, yesterday. Shot her through the throat.


Venustior!


Breathe deep, and move.


The skull, Boo! Do you see its teeth begin to chatter?


To... buy... time... for... the others...


Effort v8


Argh! I feel... lighter, somehow. Like something's been taken.


Kiai<br>Var 3


Are you sure you wish to end the affair so... coldly? Perhaps if you speak to him, he may show an open mind.


Sure you are. An' I'm king of the hobgoblins.


By the sundering - the parasite allows us to influence others.


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


Loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won't you? We needn't be enemies - there's plenty of those to go around already.


No matter. You weren't getting any.


Victory v4


Caeco te!<br>v3


Which worg upchucked you?


Afraid of the dark, are we? Very well - let us save Nere, if we must.


Those who do not listen to the reason of Lady Shar words must instead feel the keenness of her blade.


There is someone inside. Their mind is warped, broken - a <i>blight</i>.


Steel Watcher - on guard!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Damn - she got deep in my head.


A tight scrape.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


If we're to survive, we need to trust each other.


I'll be needing that gem, thank you.


The Zhentarim - mercenaries and cut-throats. Useful friends, if you can afford them.


First in my heart.


Come, dread sisters. Let us make a sacrifice of this pretender, for Bhaal will have his offering.


I won't fail you.


*The bird is singing as loudly as his lungs will allow, practising fervently.*


<i>I can feel the brain. Limitless rage, limitless hunger.</i>


With the Bitch Queen's blessings, we take our leave.


A tricky one. I shall help.


Curious - a flame that will not flicker out.


Godsdammit, Zevlor.


Huh. This goes very far down. We'll have to go in to see the bottom.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


What was that?!


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Dead? So once more, fortune turns against us.


The Duke's life depends on it.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


It gets cold out there at night, Mister Gregorio, my kids will get sick. Please, we'll stay out of your way, we just need a roof.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Ha! That'll knock the wind out of it!


My name is Wyll, but the people of the Sword Coast call me the Blade of Frontiers - champion of the meek, defender of the innocent.


Well, so much for peace.<br>


I was talking about cutting <i>you</i>.


Hm - the statue wasn't prepared for this eventuality. It figured we solved every trial successfully.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Damn - it's frozen solid.


These burrow holes have all the markings of having been dug by bulettes. There's trouble afoot.<br>


Death will not banish me from this plane. Neither will you.


I am surprised you have time to bother me, wizard. You seem to be spending most of your hours pining after Mystra again.


You'll die a bloody pauper unless you take a few risks.


Huh. That great big brain of his got him in the end.<br>


I'd love to know the full story.


Do you have anything to eat?


Guess you can't help but look suspicious, without a nose and all. Now get outta my way - I need another drink!


You might put the boot into evil, but you have been known to step in more than a little yourself! You will not sully Boo's four little feet with your mess.


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


*You note nothing unusual about the sisters, aside from their menace.*


... that's 'im, at the party, warblin' away.


Voco murus!<br>v2


Should have stayed in that cage.


Do not squander my gifts.


So I wonder. If Minsc can be a villain, and the <i>Zhentarim</i> now stand as the city's protectors - must it be so with all creatures? Is there good and evil within us all?


Nice trick, eh?


You must destroy this world. It is what you were made for.


Not a cure, no, not that. But a Hammer to break your chains. Or his chains.


*There's a hint of recognition in her eyes as she studies you.*


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


At once.


Video veritatem!


<i>Do what you must. I cannot live in this skin any longer.</i>


Good. Whatever you think you know about me had better be worth it. You've already cost me dearly.


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


I'll get you free.<br>


And I can pass water without thinking, but that hardly makes it magic.


I cannot imagine the strength it must take to deny yourself access to the world. Your benevolence truly knows no bounds.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


Thank you, from me and all my people. If you can do this, we will be in your debt.


I won't leave you behind.


<i>Please. </i>Honestly...


Did you feel it, sister? The exquisite snap as her mind gave way.


I am open to suggestions. Knives, poison, strangulation - whatever you'd prefer.


*Runepowder is gnomish folklore - an explosive of awesome power, handed down to the gnomes by their war-god Gaerdal Ironhand.*


Oh, don't be so harsh - it's plain to see that you've turned heretic, even if your friend had kept their mouth shut.


We need a way out. Now.


I won't let a friend down.


Didn't I tell you to go to Moonrise Towers? The General must be told of my situation.


Argh, that's hot!


Open up.


A - a thousand sorrys, True Soul, but I've gotta warn you.


Enough not to trust a voice from the darkness. Come into the light - hands high.


Clag-bottomed coward!


It's done. Let the shadows torment him no longer.


I hope things turn out well for you, I really do. Cheers.


Heehee. <i>Heeheeheehee.</i>


*Pain rushes through you from the wound on your hand. You glimpse yourself reaching to help a fellow initiate back on his feet, only to hear a female voice hiss your name in reprimand.*


<i>Damn.</i>


Let's show you that Zhentish steel you paid for.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


Don't you worry about that, freshie. Soon you'll have a handsome new uniform, coin in your pocket, and the pick of the finest strange the city's got to offer!


<i>Chk.</i>


Grand Duke Ravengard? Seems Moonrise Towers has acquired a high-value asset.


Here.


*There's something engraved on this skull. 'Living, a torment of sorrow and strife'*


Old, but not quite dead. Heh.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Attack<br>var 4


Combative - good. You'll need to be.


And bloody hells, did we need it.


*The mirror is shattered and beyond any use.*<br>


Why, I'm supplying you with every scrap of your infernal power. I've paid my dues many times over.


This is going to absolutely <i>catapult</i> sales.


Really?!


You sleep light. I thought you'd be exhausted after last night.


Ugh.


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


Rest easy, I've got you.


So you admit you've found love! How delightful - I'm happy for you both.


That chest. I can <i>feel </i>its magic. <br>


Here it comes.


A shapeshifter. Orin can take any form she pleases - including ours.


Another container, same as the others.


Dying Deep Exhale


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


I'll be the judge of that.


Moving in.


You fight poorly.


If your kind walk the world again... no. <i>No. </i>Doubt between us only serves Gortash - only serves the Absolute.


Time to strike!


*Cough!*


I was donated, apparently. Presumably for an emotional support role - a therapy pig, if you will.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


Can't keep an eye on all of them. Someone's bound to slip past.


Blast it all - this is because of the book. I brought this on us all.


It's more than that. It speaks to both sides of you. After all, you cannot cast a shadow without some light.


Forgive me. I... lost the run of myself. Sometimes, if blood runs hot enough, it's difficult to tame the beast.


They believe a githyanki raised in a peaceful, nurturing environment can overcome its violent nature.


Blood-stained collars? Guess I know what happened to all those missing pets.<br>


That's not normal, is it? A perfect ring of mushrooms.


Things look... different.


Attack<br>var 2


Closed Mouth Effort


Wyrm's Rock fortress. All travellers to Baldur's Gate flow through it.


I just hope following this sorry band isn't taking you away from more valuable work.


None shall resist me.


I am, it's hard not to with you.


You will pay for this. <i>Htak'a!</i>


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


Drive them out!


And what a gift you've been to <i>me</i>. What an honour to walk alongside a true legend.


They - they were turned?


It is within my power to restore your soul, and your humanity, if you are willing to leave the mortal realms behind. Return with me, to Elysium.


*Whatever magic allows this statue to speak, it lies beyond your grasp.*


I don't see why not.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


I've got <i>plans</i> for you.


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


Leave it alone, while you still have the chance.


Ain't!


With the sword of justice in one hand and the shield of self-righteousness in the other, we most certainly will.


I'd sooner start this on our terms than theirs.


By the Three... never have I witnessed such wet crunching.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


There's more to this artwork than meets the eye.


You're so pretty when you're angry, pet. Pity those looks'll be torn open before long. Ah well...


Countless souls walk these planes, countless ways to find pleasure. And out of all of them, you chose <i>her.</i>


He was the son of a cobbler or somesuch meagre tradesman, sold to Raphael by his loving parents to pay off a petty debt.


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


<i>Chaos, everywhere. Need to find a way through.</i>


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


I - I had something for you... I must have dropped it on the way here. Then my thanks will have to do.


Patrol this floor, Harpers. Watch the doors and watch the windows. Nothing enters or exits these rooms alive.


Now you've done it! The middle slime layers have inverted. I'm going to have to start over.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


There might be something useful in there - seized goods and the like.<br>


Do you need to wear that mask? Right now?


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


These war implements could go in a museum, if they weren't half-rotten. A century old, I'd say.<br>


Splendid crossbow, quite refined. No duergar clan made this.


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


Tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple - and a dead priest's name here. Not suspicious at all...


Timmasks - known to cause confusion. Best not get too close.


Where to next?


Some nasty bugger's got it in for us.


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


The hag! No - Kled can't panic. Kled must find the doll.


How amusing. Take care of them, Z'rell.


Yurgir, time to hunt!


This'll help.


I've no wish to cast any aspersions on our existing skill set, of course, but given the perilous direction in which our journey is headed, the tadpole's powers might be a welcome addition to our arsenal.


Dying Burning<br>v3


The blight that was Orin has been purged from the world. And we have another Netherstone also - a significant step towards stopping this evil, once and for all.


Sorry, no gruel on the pot today.


Didn't whatever birthed you tell you not to stare?


Macte virtute!<br>v3


This is fake.


*You suddenly feel something moving against your back and turn.*


Hah! I know not where you bought a Slayer-skin, my friend, but I would get my money back. Or... wait..


Let's get this over with.


How's this?


Please, Mr Steel Watcher, sir, I'll never steal again, I swear it on my mum's life. Just let me go!


It's lovely...


Best to stay clear, or be ready for a fight.


I hope you're not afraid of the dark, my darling. I must snuff out the lights before we begin.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Let her rot. The Absolute's allies deserve no better.


A house of healing, for all the good it does anyone now.


Might as well.


Effort v8


...an' pay me loads more! Yeuheuheu!


That said, you're the likeliest ally I've encountered so far. Perhaps we should stay together.


Fools. Little surprise they perished.


Very well. Return to the grove. I'll make my own way there - then we can see about this parasite of yours.


But since you asked so politely, I'll calm myself.


Inficio!


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


You betrayed our lord by ignoring his Chosen. You always were a fool.


I can't remain here. It's too dangerous.


I hope you're not expecting a demonstration. In case you hadn't noticed, <i>we don't have time for that</i>.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


Oh thank goodness. I was worried I was getting too good at it and nobody would ever see me again.


What is <i>taking </i>so long? Surely the mind flayer is dead by now.


Dodge
v2


Unseen. Good.


*Someone like you.*


<i>You reasoned well, but chose poorly.</i>


Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and - wait, how's it go, again?


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I'll move Lia in immediately. Lorroakan refused to let her stay here. She is going to <i>love </i>the armoury.


Aqua pura!


That dead bird's been corrupted by the shadows. Would be wise to leave it alone...


What to choose?<br>


Not now, perhaps.


Feculent beast!


Bah! Who could rely on forces as feeble as these?


Yes yes, he's just upstairs. But only one flight - if you get to the top, you've gone too far.


There was a struggle here. These people didn't want to go - wherever they were taken.


Hm. This must activate elsewhere.


This is a bad idea.


Creeping, stalking, walking, crawling. I see you.


Waterdeep... Neverwinter. I don't know. The farther the better.


Well, I didn't ask for any goddamn help.


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


Secreti umbrarum!


How could you turn on us? We're family.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


Are you serious? Surely you won't hand Dame Aylin over to <i>him</i>.


The bread will go stale first so that should go to the front...


You bear a prying heart - how shameless. Let me slake your thirst for secrets.<br>


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Looks like some kind of magical contraption. Now to get it to work...


That's the best you've got?


*Apparently this is the last crime you'll ever commit.*


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


You saw what he did to that mimic, aye? Would <i>you</i> take him head-on if you thought you could just play along instead?


I don't know, it feels older than that. Who knows how old...


We'd make better strangers.


So let the others fight, while we wait. Once they are spent and bloodied from each other, we would slip in and take the prize. Alas, most of those I sent, perished. All but one.


What in the... did he slip something into my pocket?<br>


Those spitfires? They certainly gave the guards a run for their money. And they'd be a help in the escape...


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


You expect me to believe that you're here to help me?


Using a five finger discount.


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


Then go - act. I'll open a fine vintage in your name, once word of your failure reaches me.


Now, let's rest. I wager tomorrow'll be a big day.


Where did he go...?


I'll take the pain away.


You're coming with me, 'fore... Oh! Looks like I've got company.


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


Looks like some high value items. Wonder if they can get gotten...


Well, won't get that letter sent this side of the Underdark.


Go on. Talk to mirror. Balsam good for wounds.


Very funny. If you're telling me this now, I assume it wasn't enough.


The prison's pipes are a veritable maze of cracks and crannies. What a rat finds, a rat keeps.


Oh! Right. It's gone. Destroyed.


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


I will gather my forces - we will reach the grove by next light.


I am not a violent man. But lying to us about Arabella?


Tempestas!


Can't leave a friend stuck.<br>


In response, they sent us an Inquisitor. Instead of ordering an assault, we were told to join in this mad hunt for an ancient relic.


Take care, my friend. Thank you for helping a bunch of ragtag tieflings in a druids' grove find their way home.


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


Oh no.


Dodge


A devillish skull - replica, I would imagine. Unwieldy thing.


If I am not convinced of his loyalty to our glorious queen, then I will cure him.


You're <i>welcome.</i>


You carry a <i>ghaik</i> parasite. You harbour the Heretic Prince. Yet so blind is your faith that you still call me Queen.


Gods above and devils below! That ox was a bloody shapeshifter! Thanks for handling it.


Find a way into the Prism. Slay Orpheus. All will be made right.


More earthquakes. Something must be badly amiss, below the ground.


Well that's just disgusting.


Auribus teneo lupum!


What a waste of good flesh.


Placing a crèche somewhere so unassuming could be strategic.


Apologies, sir. We didn't mean to doubt a <i>True Soul</i>. We'll be off.


As for the pact - you forgot the fine print. <i>Ahem.</i>


Pick up your Gazette today to find out how to stay <i>safe</i>.


As the Maiden of Pain, the goddess Loviatar, teaches us...


To me, Harpers! For Baldur's Gate!


I smell adventure! And rain water.


No time to lose.


I can't lose you.


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


So what was your Drowning like, then?


First step is the hardest.


Well - whatever you're into.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Bene curatur!<br>v2


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


Dying Burning<br>v3


Ugh - a Nightfall ritual. They likely feasted the night away before killing another - all for Shar.


Minthara was dragged to the prison in Moonrise. If she's still there, this is our last chance to save her.


Children.


The grove will be made safe. The circle will be closed!


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


Explain yourself.


Just like that hulking bear to stomp off in a huff.


I think so, yes. It's just up to me to recognise it when it's in front of me...


Ruby, amethyst, onyx - the gems of the Realms await you!


A serenade to my ears, and a boon to my belly. We've a bargain, my tasty kibble!


Is it time for us to play now?


We better get some shut-eye if we're going to face whatever's coming our way tomorrow. At the rate things are going, I expect nothing less than something totally unexpected.


*Your chest tightens as your exhausted father approaches.*


Hope. It always burns you in the end, little mouse.


This was all a ploy, wasn't it? To fool us into having hope? I can't believe I trusted you -<i>monster</i>.


You don't deserve to live.


Whoever wrote this sign clearly didn't expect a dragon to wreck the detour.


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


All right.


What?


An <i>istik</i>? Don't make me laugh.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


-- YOU--- have a place -
--- in my Grand Design -


SmileClosed<br>var 1


Recovered


I take it you're here at the Mother Superior's invitation - no outsider would have made it this far without permission.


What happened to the woman I fell for? You've changed, and not for the better.


So, you came through for us in the end. Bravo!


Let's leave, before we're asked to pay for damages - in gold or blood.


Fresh meat... <i>scared</i> meat... yessss.


I'm sure!


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


I have nothing more to say to you, heretic.


Effort v12


Does it matter? We managed to stop it.


Splendid crossbow, quite refined. No duergar clan made this.


And I just... I just let it happen! I couldn't stop them! What the fuck am I good for if not that?! ARGH!


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


<i>You are no longer required.</i>


All darkness and anger... gripping the skull and hammer, hammer, hammer...


Te exsecror!


A wretched display. I thought you better than such juvenile antics.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite.


Allow me.


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


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


Hmm... what's that?


There we go, boy. Now back to packing.


Some kind of tank?


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Machine made them hostile.


Sniff<br>var 3


Hm.


When is a door not a door?


A little souvenir.


You do not seek it, but it has found you:


Keep low. Keep quiet.


It is most disturbing.


Then Hope dies today.


How clandestine.


Can't chat. These offerings need to be stowed before the next tide or there'll be Allandra to pay.


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


Hardly. She wishes to wash away this bad blood between you, before it festers any further. Such grudges only lessen the chance any of us survive the strife to come.


They wouldn't earn the gratitude of the Guild.


Her true form is so gargantuan and mind-scarring to behold that she takes on many guises when she visits.


Where am I? What's going on?


Mercy is death. Death is mercy. This is Vlaakith's will.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Go on, then. Been itching to cut you down a peg.


Till next time.


Then it's time you shed your bonds and joined a righteous cause.


That feels good.


Dying Burning<br>v3


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


Frange! v3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


She can. She <i>must</i>.


Just a look. And if we don't like what we see, we can always kill her later.


*There is no way to prevent bloodshed. You have to choose.*


No thanks.


Vivat crescat floreat!


By your command.


Chests like that don't hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


Please... don't leave me here!


Ah - I think the house objects to uninvited guests. I share the sentiment, truth be told.


Talk with the drow twins in the taproom. They're legends among the regulars. Almost myths. Tell them they're your gift from the Mamzell - and let them show you why.


We would need to find a diabolist. One worth their salt should be able to get us into that devil's lair.


Don't let the hamster nibble on anything valuable, and we might just get along, Stone Lord.


Attack<br>var 3


Oh. Oh, it's you. We're just passing through - no need to worry about us.


Perhaps it should. All I see are carousing fools.


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


You fight good. Doppelganger? Not so good. Heh.


<i>Sometimes I felt almost like we were dancing our way towards something deeper... </i>


I doubt the world will appreciate your sacrifice. More likely, it will fear and shun you. But you have my thanks, for whatever they are worth.<br>


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


There is nothing on any plane stronger than a zaith'isk for curing unwanted afflictions.


The very same to you. Though with your record, I very much doubt you'll need it.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


A fine looking glass, once. Not that I'd have had much use for it.


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


Pallida mors!<br>v3


Let's have a look.


Do you wish for death?


You wronged me, petal. Did you think I wouldn't find you? Wouldn't <i>gut</i> you?


An earthquake - but they are not commonplace here, surely?


Excellent armour. Drowcraft, of course.


Even I cannot fight forever. Get to the brain, and cast the spell. You <i>must</i> dominate the brain.


A bed made of corpses. Disgusting <i>and</i> uncomfortable.


Ugh, take it. Now away with you, carrion bird.


Nice strategy back there.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Go on, hop to! Ain't a one o' them I'd like to keep waiting.


An amusing plight.


<i>If memory serves, there are smuggling routes beneath the city - they will take you underground. </i>


And it's not like they're sweet innocents: they brought Cazador just as many victims as I did.


I could get used to this.


No head. A closed coffin at the funeral, then.<br>


The murdered lie silent. The raven asks - will you be their voice?


'Scuse me, True Soul Yourself.


Seen what coming?


What do we have here?


You sent from Moonrise, drow? 'Cos otherwise, I'll have to cut ya.


<i>Ster'ca.</i>


Look here!


This should be the part where I reward you... but looks like someone's nicked my key. Eh... consider this your one-time permission to crack the vault open. But if anyone asks, I never said it.


You can come closer if you like. I won't harm you.


Now, you've got a party to get back to. Don't forget, tonight is about <i>you</i>.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Then again, she may want to know exactly who's been offering a small fortune for her capture. She may have some <i>thoughts </i>about that.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


This place is cursed.


*This is not the world you know. Rest feels impossible, no matter how heavy your eyes become.*


Auribus teneo lupum!


Then we hope our mutual strengths are enough to dominate them. Or, we die nobly in the attempt.


Yes - the hero of Baldur's Gate.


It is a name I earned through bloodshed and death. Unfortunately, the more ignorant here refuse to use it.


No fun in skewerin' a pig what doesn't know he's cooked.


Zhentarim! To arms!


Disappointment. The raisin cookie of the soul.


<i>There - the kobolds have it! Get them before they escape!</i>


Here! WE'RE OVER HERE!


Moan v2


I will not fail my people at the last hurdle. <i>Htak'a!</i>


Obliged, wizard. Should we find our way to a weaponsmith, Minsc will rough you up a little - so that you too can fit in.


Here goes nothing.


*The creature cowers, too afraid to move.*


But if the leader of your little band wants to talk, I'd be happy to hear it.


Exceedingly handsome, and with a voice that could make the foulest blasphemy seem the sweetest hymn.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


Hush. I have it.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Well, that's not good.


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


If you are in need of some <i>pleasurable </i>assistance, might I direct you to Sharess' Carress? I only deal with referrals.


Argh, I just love listening to you speak. Even when you're being the wickedest little freak in Faerûn.


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


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


A cat... with wings?


What're ya - get lost if you can't stand a bit of rough-housin'.


As if by magic, the ward is no more. Now to see what it was guarding.


Mind if I get closer?


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


Incende!


Well I didn't tunnel into this grave to have my haul stolen by you! Find your own pit to pillage.


Yes, yes - on my way.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


For the best. They may not be the safest types to unleash, but their deaths would have weighed heavy on you.


KELEMVOR, RELEASE ME. END THIS. I BEG OF YOU.


Now - a new dawn has come, with new victories to claim.


Give a <i>Light</i> spell a try. That should get us into that chest.


Anyway, what do you have for me?


You still standing about? Get on it!


Father Murmath. Father Murmath. Father Murmath.


But if this is the way to Moonrise Towers, then this is the only path I've got.


You listen all you want - but it can get the hells out of my head.


Better for Minsc had Boo snacked on his eyes.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Another word and it won't be the goblins you have to worry about!


A rat sucking vampire. Just my luck. But all right. You sound sincere. But no more of this - next time it'll be a stake in the heart.


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


Are Rolan and Lia <i>actually </i>getting along? I know you cut down a horde of goblins, but is far more impressive.


I planned to make you my right hand in the new reign of Ironhands - I see now you lack the spine.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


The toys from the barn - he must have made them here.


A private word would be nice.


... no, thank you.


A protector is guarding it, if I'm reading this right. And this 'hot hammer' is key to its downfall.


I wish I knew who it belonged to - I have so many questions! Hopefully one day I'll find them.


This is possible but immaterial. Your composition resonates with our own.


Looks like a dictionary perhaps? Though this ancient tongue has long fallen silent.


More for me.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Do not fear. My experience in operating this machine is unparalleled.


*One of these days, your candour will pay off. Sadly it won't be today. You're going to prison.*<br>


Look at all this stuff...


For the record, you have a jealous heart.


Now stop sulking and practise your spellcraft. We have a city to save, and an elder brain to master.


If you had any bargaining chips, they've all rather floated off into the Astral Plane. You're out of luck.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


*Here lies Flying Martha, who couldn't*


Your time to shine, friend.


Quiet.


Sniff<br>var 2


Vae victis!<br>v3


Hmm, I'm not sure it suits you - but that's probably a good thing.


There's no fun in that - so I think not. Make an offer, mortal.


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


But I have never known 'family' the way Jaheira knows it. My so-called 'cousins' are simply spawn hatched from the same clutch.


You can stay if you want, but I have a life and I intend to live it.


Attack<br>var 3


Good time for a chat.


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


I'm Clovia Throaks, pleased to meet you! Our son Gasper has finally found himself a proper job.


A vampire spawn turned into mist. Didn't know they could do that.


Might as well.


Think staring out into the dark so much is doing something to my eyes.<br>


Boots... gnome... thief...


Eyes peeled. Someone's sharpening a blade for us.


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


Focus. Strike true.


Let's play doctor.


<i>Be careful. There are many hazards. This structure is collapsing.</i>


You chose <i>me...? </i>I... I'm not sure I know what to say.


You won't be waiting long.


Bloody when?!


I don't know what's happening with that body, but it looks very creative.


Please - time is of the essence!


Hm. Nice.<br>


That thing could swallow us in a gulp.


Everything's lining up for the Ironhands, though - Wulbren's about to put his grand plan into action.


No. My son -


Now, it'll definitely put off cultist attacks - but Steel Watchers? In <i>this </i>park? Bleedin' eyesore.


So long. It hasn't been a pleasure.


Go away, drow. I need sleep.


Nature will determine your fate - whatever happens to you next, know that it is the Oak Father's will.


Dying Burning<br>v3


*It seems trouble's brewing for whoever was casting spells nearby. Respond with care.*


Such fury. I do not envy the dragon's prey.


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


*Rest in peace, Janina - Beloved Mother, gone too soon.*


Effort v4


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Someone's moving around in there.


Stealth would be wise.


Might fit that chest.


Hmm - it sounds like we have much to discuss. Perhaps we could join you in your camp later?


So the Guild comes out on top! Sometimes, nine fingers are all you need, eh?


Bah - why should I protest? Your mind is made up. But there's another option, all glory to Vlaakith.


*The lock jams as the alarm goes off - and the screaming begins.*


No prayers needed. On my way.


That might be worth a look.


Are they all like this?


I am enjoying the latest addition to our little group - Lae'zel is delightful.


Not a chance I'll fit in there.


Careful. If we lose the Netherstones, we lose everything.


*The glow around the mace sparkles with beautiful disaster.*


I have - had - this old friend. Really old. She must've been around a hundred and forty by the time I met her.


This egg is perfect. The Society will be pleased.


Don't forget the gnomes. I'm not leaving them with their captors.


Yeah, let's see, buy a shack in Brampton, flip it and snap up a hovel in Heapside - it's the road to riches, my friend! The road to riches.


The darkness hungers for you.


Hurt


My friend! How do you fare?


A great warrior knows when to contain the storm and when to release it.


Said as much to my husband when he made the bloody thing.


There's nothing left.


Best get in and out.


That Hammer is almost as sweet a sight as you are.


The Spear. How do you have it? I threw it into the Shadowfell.


My heart grows heavy for Karlach. She can touch, once more... yet is her remaining time to truly be so short? I shall pray to Silvanus that it does not come to pass.


The horns of a war devil. I am not sure I wish to meet anyone capable of taking such a prize...


We can't attack a vampire's stronghold at night. The best we can do for him now is rest and wait for sunrise.


Let's not get caught off-guard.


Yeah. And I can see by that mark on yer 'and that you're part of Her mob.


Oh thank the gods. You're the first friendly face I've seen in days, old Danthelon included.


Isn't that Arabella? The little girl Kagha nearly killed?


A stinging truth - but a truth nonetheless.


I'll kiss it better later.<br>


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


A key - for what?


I suppose we can't claim to be shocked - the Emperor's wanted us to embrace our powers the whole time. This is the logical final step.


Arcane lights. Of course.


Let me examine your skull.


<i>You know, this partnership doesn't have to end here... you and I could do wonderful things...</i>


Here we go.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


Grrr...


They will gnaw at their own flesh before long, in an effort to fight off the hunger. It would have been kinder, and less cowardly, to kill them.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


He's infected, aye - but he's not with the cultists. Helped me fight them off a while back, in fact.


Still not landing.


Next blow's gonna <i>hurt.</i>


Huh, that book mentioned Lathander statues that moved...


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


Well, I'm certainly glad you feel that way - I doubt I could be so forward-thinking, in your place. Thank you.<br>


<i>Tnak</i>, you're right. Whoever did this could be anywhere by now.


Mayrina showed us how to stand on our own two feet - how to fight <i>back</i>. Then Ethel found us.


The Chosen of Myrkul is dead - permanently, this time.


As did I. But Lia and Cal were so excited for tonight, I thought it cruel to leave.


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


I'm sure. But you might have learned from my experience. The gods demand more than vows when calling followers to the altar...


That's not what the lookout told me. Hand 'em over, or I'll take them off your corpse.


An <i>istik</i>. In my crèche. You are one of the mercenaries sent to bring the weapon?


Mors certa!


The stink of that place might never wash out.


Ah - you drank of the goblet of godhood. Not even a dwarf could distil a liquor more addictive.


Not that you'll be grateful.


I need to find a way to unlock it.


*A collection of of Underdark delicacies. A salve for the homesick, and food for the intellectually curious.*


How tedious.


*The instant's hesitation is enough: with a sensation of terrible rending, something vast and nameless falls away from his mind.*


A new archduke. Fancy! We never had one of <i>them </i>before.


No. Yes.


Let me see - the deathly-pale skin? The red eyes? The fangs? I'm not blind, you know.


A shout for help reverberating through the Underdark. That's going to attract the wrong crowd.


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


It gives me no great pleasure to inform you that you are in fact <i>trespassing.</i>


Tell me one thing... Is there someone called Rennald there? A tiefling with short horns and purple hair.


That's hardly a scratch.


I've done my part.


Never wanted the easy path.


Do you crave my promised poison? Patience. Perhaps one day.


Efferve!


Whatever killed a bunch of Sharrans might still be down here. Just saying.


If you think that's for the best... but I just hope the Emperor doesn't betray our trust.


Where were some of these fancy folk raised? A bloody pig pen?


Voco spicae!
v3


Surely there's a spell for this sort of thing.


<b><i> And you will make an even better thrall. </i></b>


Careful! Even the mushrooms down here can't be trusted.


Help us, Jen. I can let go, now I've seen your face again.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Whoever did this is still at large. Look alive.


That sounds like a path well worth the walking! And I shall trot along right beside you. Or flutter. It really depends on the terrain.


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


He understood that if the cult would be successful in raising an army, Baldur's Gate would be doomed.


*The herbs and spices are ones you recognise, staples in Baldurian cuisine. But the meat itself is unusual - gamey, tough, with a distinctly <i>feline</i> quality.*


That took the edge off.


Eugh, don't be so nice to me! It makes me want to be nice back.


You hear the Absolute's voice, don't you? I will soon - I can already feel Her coming closer!


Hell hath no fury like a Vampire Ascendant new-born - he and Karlach have taken Avernus by storm. He in search of glory, she in search of a cure for her heart.


Ad vitam aeternam!


With haste.


Flaming Fist have been afraid to take Keene on for years - and the Zhentarim did it in an afternoon. I think I picked the right side.


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


We need to stay alert.


Lae'zel, you know I admire that faithful heart of yours. But sometimes, being loyal to the wrong person can come back to bite you - hard. I hope this isn't one of those times.


*An image of the mind flayer reaches out to her from your memories.*


Malleus! v2


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


I should hope not. After you left Cal and Lia to die, I never want to see your face again.


You sniffing where you ain't oughta be, friend. Might have to take that nose.


What? Where is she?


Stay out of my head!


But I do now.


The queen would take that foolish child's head for so much as whispering this rubbish, were it to reach her ears.


Listen here.


Closed Mouth Effort


I myself plan to record the world's most extensive catalogue of their means and habits. A blue ocean of information, I daresay.


Don't mind if I do.


Good luck out there.


<i>Brains?</i>


It is mine, I assure you. Perhaps I ought to explain why I went to such tremendous lengths to find you.


I'm sorry, but this is what happens when we trust your people: they strap you to a machine and try to kill you.


Hm.


Let nature's enemies lie broken.


And if they died, would their deaths not count? But they need not die, for they would have you.


ISOBEL!


Don't make me hold your hand now.


But I won't give up on you - not just yet. I'm my own worst enemy in that regard.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


The next time we meet, I will kill you. In the Absolute's name, or my own.


Get those criminals out of my house and you'll have my profound gratitude.


She doesn't care about any of us.


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


You are a fellow of fine breeding... you shall have your chance to <i>indulge </i>again soon enough. And there will be a great Prize when you do.


*The swelling is too great. You cannot lift the brain out of the skull.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


But with you gone, the three pitiful Chosen fought like children in your wake. I gave them power to harm one another with, while I crafted my design.


The orb? Why ever would we need to talk about that?


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


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


But no more. Things're changin'. We got the Absolute on our side now.


I am no artist, but I can see that there is something peculiar about that easel.


I can do that.


His cryptbreath sings to my sinews, again again againagainagain!


Sorry, I didn't mean - I bought it off the old woman in the cave. Sells potions.


That wall's barely holding together.


Warrior, champion, saviour!


Wyvern Whiskey, from Nimbral. Only the guild in Waterdeep imports this, I believe...


*Your heart pounds, but you're ready. He's going to regret coming for you.*


I should've known it would be you. <i>Thank you.</i>


Goodbye, darling. And good luck.


Effort v4


Fog?!


Seems like it draws power from whoever's in the cradle... which is currently nobody.


Don't spend your gold in there, mate. Bastard wizard don't deserve it.


*An act of sabotage. You'll pay for that dearly - this guard will make sure of it.*


Not the time for it, woman.


These people are still in danger.


*Without answers, you lay haunted for the rest of the night.*


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


Leaving only me to conduct Sarin's rites. <i>And</i> my cousins, here - you cannot conduct the rites without a clan to bear witness. Or some fuel for the fire.


You've proven your courage. I swear, you would tear the horns off one dragon to plunge into another.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


So says my queen's teachings, and so it must be.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Don't get blood on my clothes.


All right. Time to skulk about.


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


Time!


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


I thought you were better than that.


I'm in the process of teaching them a lesson about -


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


Video veritatem!<br>v3


You can't leave us!


Free for the taking.<br>


Perhaps... perhaps that should have been your mission right from the start.


Excavation. We've got orders to clear a passage through to some ruins. There's something in there the Absolute wants.


Teeth sharp, claws out!


*The whisper of Vellioth says, 'Lie where Cazador lies'.*


Foul play afoot or tragic accident? The Baldur's Mouth investigates.


That cowl looks fit for a wizard. Gale will want to get his hands on it.


Gonna take Bellar for all he's worth. Soon as I win my dice back from him...<br>


Can't hear myself think!


Now give me some room - I need to make sure the rest of these donations are safe.


Sorry, I can't sell you the broadsheet yet. Got to take my stinky <i>break</i> first. Booooooring.


Big horrible beast? Slaughtered Duke Adrian? We could do bugger all about it?


Ah-ah. This isn't your house, remember? You'll keep a civil tongue under our roof, <i>if</i> we let you stay at all.


You cannot, you <i>will</i> not!


And the outlanders? What of them?


The same person who walked into the Last Light Inn. Though I might have more trouble tangling you in vines, now you can float.


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.<br>


Ugh.


We will find a way. I do not see any, but we will find one.


I would live forever if I could. Death is not rest or relief, it is only ever a form of defeat.


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


We're a long way from a measure that drastic. A very long way.


<i>As I expected, the docks under the city must lead to a Morphic Pool - that's where the Chosen imprisoned the brain.</i>


Wait - you're not actually the one in charge of this group, are you? No offence, but I need to speak to a leader. Someone who knows where they're going.


The heavens tremble with the steps of your army. All beasts, all men and women, all creatures of the planes bow to your might.


What brings you by?


Bhaal gave out all of his seed long ago, in the time of Sarevok.


Yes - yes! We will study this being who claims power over you, great Mahkloompah.


I've seen some disturbing things, but that was in the top five.


Strange. It looks healthy, but it's stone dead.


Yes.


Is that Arabella's father she's tending? Our little idol thief has some terrible luck.


Ketheric and his minions were clever. Cruel, but clever.


<i>Apology accepted.</i>


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


*Apart from an overgrowth of moss, the well looks unremarkable.*


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Gale... Dekarios...


Deure!


However, you will readily witness our silver swords cleave putrid <i>ghaik</i> flesh if you do but one thing -


A great hunter. To be <i>feeaared</i>.


It won't budge.


*Unfortunately, a deep purple stain darkens the final page, obscuring the parcel's destination.*


You heard them, love.


I suppose we'll have to make do.


YES! <i>Thank you.</i> Meet my mother when she returns - put it that way, and you might just convince her.


Ah! My friend! We can speak freely.


We all must have our hobbies, I suppose.


By the Exile - gone again!


Then you're in luck - because I know how to kill her.


The doors are locked for a reason - master ordered it so. Master ordered they not be opened, so locked they shall remain.


Ready to clear your head?


Well, what are you? Is the person I loved still in there?


I won't let a friend down.


You are more than contented - you are at total peace. Your belly is full, your mind rested, your eyes bright.


A ritual so lurid, even a <i>ghaik</i> might be impressed.


I simply don't have it. You see, I spent it. On a <i>real</i> painting.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Ugh. I don't know what I slept on, but my neck's killing me.


Look - don't take your eyes off my hands.


Do not kill him! Find another way - <i>please.</i>


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


You haven't met him yet. But you will. Soon.


I didn't realise you were frightened of wolves, Shadowheart.<br>


I don't know. I thought he would have calmed down after we got him away from that place, but... there's something else here disturbing him.


Did I hear right - they keep gnomes as slaves? Not for much longer, if I have a say.


VO_SFX: All surrounding Goblins menacingly cackle as the drunk goblin threatens the player


I'd love to know the full story.


Vlaakith was no fool. Why destroy a weapon like that, when you can contain it in a relic and keep it for yourself?


Jaheira, Minsc's memory of his last time in this taproom is a little... fuzzy. Did he...?


A sharp wit will serve you better, if you're to bargain with the lady of this house.


Hook horror. A worthy kill.


Plenty of those going around. Gortash really broke hard in the wrong direction this last decade.


That doesn't sound promising...


With pleasure.


I am... disturbed...


Homecomings are never easy. I fear Orpheus will find the githyanki much changed - and they him.


On my way.


Why spoil it? It's all out there, waiting to be discovered.


Then you'll appreciate how few shits I have to give ya.


Your friends at the bridge are too much for me to take on... but I reckon I can handle you.


<i>Shka'keth!</i>


Watch how you go - there's a trap.


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


Recovered


I spy with my little eye... nothing of note, really.<br>


Just being careful. Like my mum always said, fools rush in.


The voice of the Absolute is strong here. And getting stronger.


The master said to take our brother alive. Didn't say anything about you.


The scowl on your face would frighten a troll.


It is the sheen of the soldier's sweat on my brow.


Wait. Where the hells are we? How are we <i>alive?</i>


Minthara would have been a bitter foe, but by your side and with her mind her own, she will make a remarkable ally.


Well, what's next? Are you actually going through with this?


How precious. The little pupster's found his bark.


What was... hm. Never mind.


More cursed enemies still. Halsin needs to hurry.


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


Later. I gotta take it slow.


Son of a lich! All right, start over, then.


Heading out without Isobel's blessing? Have you got a death wish?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Done!


Well. Finally - someone who ain't got horns where their good sense should be.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Huh. We shouldn't be involved with each other any more. I'll sleep alone.<br>


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers?<br>


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Leave me be - I have siblings to forage for.


Corruptus!


Go. Signal us when you're ready.


Ketheric's Netherstone - it's in his armour. Take it.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


On your feet.


'First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures.'


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Tools and a thick rope. Someone climbed up from down below.


*Ahead - Masons' Guild*<br>


Inveniam viam!


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Hells - the Absolute's forces have taken father to Moonrise Towers.


Effort v7


But where's it lead?


What you must have done to win Bhaal's blessings from Lady Orin... I quiver to think of such violence.


Out of the fire... guess that makes me the frying pan.


If he indeed is a True Soul, let the Absolute save him.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


My favourite subject of conversation!


Go - to Orpheus' prison.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Plenty left to see.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


Attack Critical<br>var2


The Faceless take their time. Do they still ravage the city?


Truly.


What are you talking about? My skin isn't... is it?


<i>You wouldn't even have come this far without me so, as I see it, you don't have a choice. </i>


You can't be seriously considering this. You're better than this. Aren't you?


Might be useful.


It's a good lookout spot for <i>food</i>...


If you're going to torment me, at least try harder.


Even injured, it's dangerous. Be careful.


Make sure you are refreshed before we set out again, friend. The road to justice is paved with kicked buttocks.


Intellego!


This is a house of peace and respect - you are interested in neither. Get out.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Not so hasty, friend. With the goblins' leaders dead, I can help you. I'll come to your camp, once I've settled some matters.


Dying Burning<br>v5


... raiding... hunting... the Absolute's will...


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


'Vlaakith's faithful roar out this tale. But beneath the roars, we hear whispers carrying truth and prophecy.'


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Heal me or I'm done for.


<i>I have supped well. Thoughts, emotions, memories. The experiences of the mature, the dreams of the young... exquisite, all of it. I look forward to more.</i>


Macte virtute!<br>v3


I'm trying to get my prayers straight - don't want to piss off the Bitch Queen.


*Karlach. Her death weighs upon you still.*


If you are sure.


Footprints. There may be even more that survived the crash.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


The mastiffs still prowl. Quench those lights, lure them in - let's see if these creatures bleed.


Where did he go...?


The little brains aren't attacking. They must think we're all on the same side.


*It's time for a family reunion.*


Are we really doing this?


Are you sure, Shadowheart...? Picking at old wounds may not serve any purpose...


No devils here. That's a myconid. And it seems to be warning us...


Did I do good?


So do we just... sign up? Get Zhentarim kit of our own?


Needs a key.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


Attack Critical<br>


Non movere!<br>v3


Speak, so long as you have something sensible to say.


You must finish this. Destroy the Foundry, end the Steel Watch.


Interlocking circles with moons and stars. This must be the seal mentioned in that journal.


Maybe if I squint?


Objective noted.<br>


The Stone Lord plans to rob the Counting House - and Nine-Fingers means to trap him there.


In fact, I'd be more powerful than ever. More powerful than any vampire has ever been.


PRAISE BOOOAL! PRAISE BOOOAL'S CHOSEN!


Not a price I really want to pay, but if we run out of options, we might have to fork up.


It is already over.


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


That explains the unfinished statues. The impaled skeletons, not so much.


Lost your footing, have you?


No. We have nothing that would fit you.


Statues? Strange...


*You are kicked from the Watcher's brain. The family runs into Baldur's Gate, unnoticed by the parasite.*


Mm. I took my pleasure, and it was done. I've devoted few thoughts to it since.


Come Grush, let's go. I don't think I got the stomach for this.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


A little help.


Intriguing.


*The pain rips through you, obliterating all thought, all feeling.*


He's a distraction. Don't get me wrong - it's funny pokin' 'im and watchin' 'im holler.


I won't keep you waiting.


Thanks again. Hope Zarys treated you to something nice.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


You're very fucking welcome, soldier.


He was joking about Okta's soup just a moment ago...


A brain in a jar...


*The air seems to chill around you. Your claims of wisdom are rebuffed.*


You are a beneficiary of the genius of Lord Enver Gortash.


Selûne markings. She was once worshipped here.


Is this some kind of test? Or a <i>game</i>, perhaps?


We're heading out. Good luck with your 'kin'.


Yes, there's no bloody point sending it to print if folk won't remember it!


<i>The githyanki's power will see us through - one last time. </i>


'Avin' a drink? 'S all the sweeter when it's free, innit?


I see. At once.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Ain't fair.


Hmm... interesting.


Listen...


My cabbages! My beautiful cabbages...


Enchanted? Nice.


That's not my chest.


Here we go.


Shit.


Me either.


The circle will fall into darkness if we don't intervene.


I need to take back control. Seize what I've been denied.


*In its silence, you feel your own thoughts falter. Its presence alone seems to draw the warmth from your bones. *


Efrin... Hammerborn...


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


<i>Understandable. It's a big decision. Keep it until you're ready. </i>


And this is the kennel - a wretched little cell Cazador would lock us in when he was displeased.


Secured.


I'll get you out - but someone else needs to get us out of here.


Safe. A little less hair-raising once you know how it works.


You've a chance yet to prove your faith. Kill the slaves. Let Nere see them suffer.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


<i>Kith'rak </i>Therezzyn will give orders to destroy it. She will say it's a weakling.


It is time we part ways before our enmity spills over into violence.


No need for violence, friend. Just doing my job.


This might sting. Whatever.


But it's not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so weak.


GONNA EAT YOUR BABIES.


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


*Your guilt is only compounded by your attempted bribery. This will be resolved here and now.*


I'd have to restrain myself far more than any play-bindings do if I worked in another field. This is a place where I can be myself <i>boundlessly</i>.


<i>Faith. Care. All the love I can't repay.</i>


Now you're acting innocent are you? After you near caved my bloody skull in?


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


I'm done. I can't wait to sleep.


Your heartform begins to take shape. The third question. What is your greatest fear?


Aha! That did it.


I torment myself - Scratch is not going to come.<br>


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


Holy shit. A bulette. That thing could chomp me in two.


Resurg


Agh!


Be free!


Cudo!


Very... well. Here - now leave me to attend my customers, <i>please</i>.


The army of the Absolute is marching on Baldur's Gate.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


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


<i>Chk. </i>Better to face a hellbeast than to leave a record of your own cowardice.


Robyn, it's... it's a <i>mind flayer</i>.


Some bloody help.


I shall seize it.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Gods help us all...


My star. The parasites have barely withered, your heart still hurts for them.


Ubi es?


Let us pray we've had our last surprise.<br>


Make your way ot the balcony next door, and you can find your way inside. Just make sure not to fall. It's a long way down.


How come all the grown-ups look at me sideways?


She gave me the power to cut the thread of life with a thought.


Pizzled rancour!


Talk. Why in the hells would a cultist turn on her kind?


Hurt


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Against the tyrant's throat, of course.


But what does Marcus want? What's his target?


The first ten protocols. The young must abide them, or bear the <i>sa'varsh</i>'s barbed whip.


Kindly lower your voice, madam.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


High pain tolerance. And a dynamic duo of truly shitty bosses.


From the look of things, you've got your wits about you. A clever mind and a bit of style will take you a long way.


You did this grove a great favour. Now leave the rest to us.


Some... but never to feed... only brought master living victims...


Githyanki, by the look of it.


For shit's sake, you must be half troll to possess a skull that thick.


Vivat crescat floreat!


*You have felt this presence before, in the unblinking void of a scrying eye.*


The Adamantine Forge - the wizard Dhourn was set on finding it.


He will have made a sanctuary for himself. A lavish one, too, one that caters to his many vices.


The Murder Lord's own tributes will be yours to command. Use us violently, and slaughter well.


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


Video veritatem!<br>v3


*Your mind is finally quiet, free of the parasite. You revel in a moment's peace before an old tension start to rise in your chest.*


Drunk <br>V2


Doppelgangers abroad in the city? As if we didn't have problems enough.


Not yet... Find his invitation... in the atelier...


I think I've heard of that place. Something about a stuffed dragon's head in one of the dining rooms...


A fair assessment - I wish we had more time to practice together.


*You have thwarted the illithid Grand Design. You have honoured your people, you have secured their future. Your duty is fulfilled.*


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


Leave my creations be - they must focus on their duties.


Let me help, please.


Non compos mentis!


I - no need. Travel the Towers as you see fit.


Ah, 'scuse me, your drowness.


To take down Cazador at the peak of his power - an incredible feat.


Get up!


Cudo! v2


Gods no - who'd want to spend time with anyone great <i>or </i>good?


<i>No. Yes. No. Ugh!</i>


I feel like there should be a sunset for me to ride off into. Or an orchestral swell or... <i>something</i>.


You will open the gates from the inside when the time is right to strike.


Is this what the city is coming to? A man cannot stroll the thoroughfare without being assaulted by juvenile <i>thugs</i>?


Raphael - that's his name, right? He's trying to lure us into a game he knows we can't win. Don't let him.


Watch out - meenlocks.


You came seeking safety in a city under siege? The threat must be dire indeed.


Whoa, hang on - this should be against the rules.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Voco arvina!<br>v2


That's the first time I've played since Lihala died. My teacher.


<i>Pops can't be dead. He said he'd never leave me, no matter what.</i>


Can you move?


I trust you'll treat the matter with the appropriate exigency. The moment we find a suitable item, please - give it to me.


Now is not the best moment to leave. You'll just have to put up with me, for now.


I think it's best Shadowheart does the talking.


Already feeling better.


I apologise for my husband and his... obsession with that <i>bloody</i> dog.


Go on then. I'll get out of here on my own. Been ten years alone, what's a bit more?


In that case, want to buy a lucky ring I found?


<i>No heat. No gears. Still there, but no longer threatening to explode. Soldier... </i>


Fine fruits for refined tastebuds.


Irretio in sphaera!


I see she sent the husk of Minthara to accompany you.


Hur! HUR!


Ha ha hah! This guy is funnier than a gnome on a windmill!


That doesn't sound promising...


There - some liquid courage. And try to get some rest too if you can; tomorrow's another day.


I'm sure your Inquisition has better things to do than castigate youths in training.


We hunted down his insipid fledglings in droves, until we were all that was left. All but Sarevok's own murderer, who murdered me in turn.


The editor will be in for a surprise tomorrow.


Well, well, well... I <i>knew </i>I smelled something. And I know just what to do with it. One moment.


I'd've sold the place before I let it fall prey to thugs. Such a waste.


Might be more blood spilled yet, if Zevlor starts in on the lectures again.


This is the spot Rugan marked. Doesn't look like much.


*...then slips into view. Kagha's rats might not be simple familiars, but shapeshifted Shadow Druids.*


The platform's already here.


Let me see...


I hope you're wrong.


That same ship was at Moonrise Towers, if I'm not mistaken.<br>


What were you expecting? That I'd mumble a spell or whip out a potion?


You hear him too, don't you? Nere is not long for this world unless we get him out of there.


Are these the lives you wanted for yourselves? A never-ending march of toil and suffering?


*Dragons, gith, and the Hells themselves have come after you. Yet it is this creature that lingers in your skull.*


Minsc has great heart - we shall need the likes of him, for the trials to come.


Let me follow in your path. Let me become one with your umbral splendour.


Es praedae mei!


A tidy slot, but no rune.


Won't be no need so long as you don't try to shank me, or start screaming about vanishing children.


Your feet fly fast, my friend. Any luck with those tools?


What have we here?


Come on, open up.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


*To willingly annihilate a part of one's memory, their identity, their very soul - few priests would sanction such an act.*


Well done. The world's better off without it.


Then consider the power that awaits us once I cage the Nightsong and channel her invulnerability.


Don't apologise. I'd rather see you happy than guilty.


An essential incantation.


No. Why?


Understand that I must go with him. He cannot stay by your side - and I cannot abandon him to the Absolute again.


I hate to admit it, but... it's a good plan. Looks like the team's back together.


It was. But it has left a bitter taste.


A true warrior's kill: quick, bloody, and a scream to curdle the stomach juices of Vlaakith herself.


I fight for justice - and will not hesitate to execute it.


*Your stealing has caught someone's attention. What will you do?*


No time for injuries.


But should you threaten that order, we will not hesitate to strike you down.


There's an idea. If you're comfortable sharing... so am I.


I'd hoped for something a bit more exotic... but would you carry around my fish bowl, feed me flakes of food?


When will they attack? I've a score to settle.<br>


Ribbit, ribbit, Rigoberto!


*You're not sure if you've heard it before.*


Hardly a fitting ending. But so few are.


*Grunt.*


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


After all these years, I want to taste the blood of a thinking creature.


Thrumbo said not - not to tell anyone where we went...


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Fine.


Barely got away. Those githyanki aren't so lucky.


A quick rummage.


No need to be <i>mean</i>. We can be nice, can't we Ra'jak?


Invoco te


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Fall by my hand.


May we all live up to the standard you set, Wyll. Somehow.


Pft. Sure, they can take the gnomes. Over our dead bodies. Right?


I'm putting you on leave until you regain your senses. Dismissed!


New customers.


Effort v4


Yes, that would probably do it.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


No, don't tell me. There is nothing so depressing as learning one's true value.


I'll see that the 'orphans' put your donation to good use.


Impero tibi!


Still, perhaps you've heard of it. Tell me, does this sound familiar?


And what of Astarion? I fear you are one of the things that keeps his darkest impulses at bay.


Please, did Astarion tell you nothing about me?


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


<i>Every time you try to step away from me, every time you try to reach for Selûne, my hold on you bites deeper. If you had learned, if you had obeyed, there would be no pain. But you struggle on. You make things worse for yourself. And for them.</i>


One true way.


Conditions look right, but quite empty without all the other eggs.


Myrkul's symbol. The Lord of the Dead.


Who in the hells threw that?


<i>This one is newly changed. Its body is weak, its potential ripe for harvesting.</i>


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


*A pattern forms as you gaze at the disc, and from within that pattern, a story emerges.*


This plane is a blister of corruption.


Seems we lucked out in keeping the Absolute's voice out of our heads.


The cultists are among us, and you want to chat? Let the professionals handle this.


First time for everything.


Dame Aylin is a powerful ally. We did well to free her.


I - yes! It's the goblins' fault. They failed you, General, not me.


And in so doing, they delay their very own salvation.


Could use a stiff drink, if I'm being honest. The duergar ale wasn't half bad.


Incommodum!


Minthara is in Orin's clutches. Either we try to mount a rescue, or pay for her release with Gortash's life.


Only, the missing half may not come willingly. The curse will have sunk its tendrils deep, twisting Thaniel's essence into something... else.


Cosy fire.


I can offer a small bonus payment, for services so capably rendered. With this and the Torch, my debt is amply paid.


*Halsin has spent years studying the shadow curse. Perhaps he will know something that can help.*


Closed Mouth Effort v3


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Wyll comes from an old, <i>traditional </i>line. I doubt his family would like their heir to introduce them to his lover's lover.


Poison. Had to be.


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


Ex nihilo!


That's my sword's name!


A diabolist's prize. Who else would keep such a collection?<br>


Doing Balthazar's bidding sickens me, but if it gets us closer to Ketheric, so be it.


Can I touch your face?


Saviours of a city that we must now leave forever.


Right now? Waiting for my idiot husband's return. 'less you've seen him, we don't have much to discuss.


Raise your eyes. Look upon She Who Conquers.


You listening?


Not this again.


*Cough!* Damn this smoke!


They found another murder victim right here in the Elfsong - a duke, no less!


Damn right it's time. You owe my crew a tenday's worth o' coin, Nere - and the reckoning's come.


Help is at hand.


Love? I might give you a lay, should my whims so take me.


Your role in Her design is to serve those who bring it into being.


Ab uno disce omnes!


So, Thrumbo's filled your head with tales of woe, and yet still he misses the point entirely. Both of you do.


Yes, the Szarr signet.


*Hoot!*


Hah! Bet you wouldn't say that to Vlaakith. You're nothing but a scared child masquerading as a warrior.


Beshaba's black bones, you did it!


We must discuss this further - but quietly. <i>Privately.</i>


She knew the danger. She still tried to run.


Whoa. Who the fuck <i>are </i>you?


A trap? Perhaps. But not all traps need to be sprung. Sometimes it's wiser to await an even greater prey.


We just played host to an undying queen - and us without our fine silverware.


<i>Whut? </i>I'm bushed. I ran for days to get to someplace safe, and then found out I'm last in line to get in. 'Cause I'm a hobgoblin.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Of course, no slight intended towards your new form.


Feel my voice rattle your bones as I proclaim our victory.


Welcome back, my darling. Are we feeling ruby? Amethyst? <i>Malachite? </i>Tell me, I'm here for all your glittering needs.


I remember waking up one night on the road and seeing her - dancing beneath the stars... a huge smile on her face.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


A token of my appreciation.


On your feet.


Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around. I'm a man of tremendous appetites.


As much as I enjoy when others watch, that wasn't included in the price.


*The Morninglord's wrath awaits, heretic. Retreat whilst thou can.*


It is the reason she mobilised her people to retrieve the Astral Prism.


Mors certa!


You remember the Crown of Karsus, yes?


From the dark to the... damp. An improvement, either way.


Aresce!


This disc is marked with <i>tir'su</i> - but I can't decipher them. Maybe Lae'zel can.


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


Quiet.


Another damned mimic.


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


That ritual. A common growth spell, but... <i>altered</i>, somehow.


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


Eating and drinking your fill before a few wicked deeds to Shar... I've missed these.


Attack Critical<br>var2


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


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


Belt-knife, check. Boot-knife, check. Jock-kni - argh! Helm's hanging orbs, that hurt.<br>


Goodbye, Bhaalspawn. Harpers, to arms. Let's defend this city as we always have.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


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


They run a tight ship. Must be a horrible place to grow up.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


I'm going to find a barrel of whiskey and drink it. Bloody hells.


I didn't mean to pry.


Keep your eyes open! Let's see if we can spot an interviewing reporter.


It's not your time.


Tuebor!


A foolish act. One does not face githyanki without expecting to die.


Though the ache in my bones would suggest otherwise. A little rest shall do me wonders. Yes... then I'll feel more like myself once again.


What happened to the person I fell for? You've changed, and not for the better.


<i>I suppose I should have foreseen this...</i>


*Your mind wanders: If the crossbow bolt shot through her mouth, would she taste the metal before she died?*


But still... we had best make your introduction carefully, and gradually. After all they have been through, I would hate to frighten the children - and the adults, for that matter.


I'm happy to stay as your friend, for as long as you'll have me. Though I'll keep a safe distance from your new lover, if that's all the same to you. Now, did you seek me out for a reason?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


No, not your beef slab! <i>Inside.</i> Master Illy is death and silk. Your magic is thunder and pain. Don't - don't like it...


But I'm <i>really </i>hungry. It hurts.


Until my time in the cult of the Absolute, I had spent little time on the surface, except to raid and pillage.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


It's bloated with poison. Better leave it be.<br>


I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt.


Crescit eundo!


Aradin Beno. Leader of the Beno Boys. Adventurers for hire 'n all.


Saer.


Clustered fires and tents. An army has gathered - best keep my distance.


Tonitrus!


Really?! Argh, don't you go getting chopped up! I need <i>customers.</i>


*For the first time in over a century, silence falls over the Bhaal Temple. No chants, no screams, no prayers.*


'E doesn't wanna tell us where it is, but he can't resist forever.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


No matter. More spears will make short work of this hunt. Make for the crèche.


So am I. That cheese was pure poison.


Effort


Hm. Nice.<br>


And I see the source of my bruises. The one who earned my obsession and became my possession.


*Your stomach rudely announces itself to you with a twinge. Unfortunately, you cannot eat sunlight. Time you found some prey.*


Only a coward would speak ill of the fallen.


Easy to say the words, isn't it?


Don't waste a step.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Smoke. Something's burning.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Moonrise waits, True Soul.


When another's oath is broken, I stand witness. I hear their sorrow. I see their jubilation. I guide their hand.


Ketheric Thorm... is unequalled... eternal...


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


Stuck in place, I see.


*You slip into Minthara's mind while all her attention is focused on saving her own skin. You can feel her guilt everywhere, writhing and churning. All it takes is one little push...*


*The mural depicts a ritual, but you do not recognise the deity involved.*


How about some rest? It's been quite an evening.


Trust me - I won't be far behind.


What say you? I think we deserve a drink to celebrate surviving that horror.


If I must.


But today, you will finally do something worthwhile. You will burn, and I will ascend.


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


Countless initiates walked these halls once, seeking to become Dark Justiciars.


Tonight the master completes his ritual of ascension, and - well, the specifics are a matter for those inside.


*Before you lies the unconscious body of a mind flayer, glistening and raw.*


Every caravan brings more faithful for the Absolute. But I will stand among the <i>first.</i>


Hm. This doesn't open from here.


You might be right.


I was freed to find you. It's fate. You and I we were meant to meet - to save Thaniel.


Yeah, I'm very sure. I'd ask for a real secret, but I suppose besides the whole <i>child of Bhaal</i> thing, you've always been an open book.


Oh, I certainly can, it would be my pleasure.


Hope she finds peace now.


Hideous trinket. Lacking in function or taste.


*You feel the barest touch of magic, wild and chaotic, beneath the twisted surface of the door.*


Lae'zel, how would you punish someone who wronged you?


He began worshipping Shar and raised an army of Dark Justiciars right underneath the locals' noses. A coalition of Harpers and druids put him down - killed him and buried him in the Thorm family mausoleum.


One thing, just before we go. I wanted to thank you again, for freeing me.


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


You're all the same. Too many of my kind died because of your spears.


That disc has started moving. Might be a quicker way to get around than the stairs.


Huh. Really?


Effort v9


UNLIFE TO MY LIFE - SUSTAIN ME, SLAVES.


Dying Panic Fall


Don't give me trouble now.


Lux in tenebra!


Amateur!


Do you remember these last years? Since you've been sick?


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


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


Dodge
v2


Excuse me? These are the only games worth playing.


Yet thou didst answer once truly. I wilt teleporteth thee into peril - but not without reguerdon.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Lord Gortash expects you.


I... I thought we could have so much more together. But this is your choice.


But Alaundo did not see. He did not know. He did not <i>revel</i> in the glory of what is to come.


Aradin's back with his tail between his legs. I'm glad for your help, but I'd hoped you were Halsin.


I think Vez is pretty...


Broken! Don't worry, it's safe.


It's something with razor-sharp claws. Keep your distance.


Bravo - that almost stung. Perhaps I'll make a merregon of you, once you're dead.


Ah - Halsin is such a delight. Woe to the cultist who tangles with that thick hunk of an elf.


Perure!


Something like that. Except... not that at all.


That doll. Why's it look so creepy?


So long as all are willing, I see no reason why we should deny ourselves...


Your scent - your friend freed me from hunger's lust.


I do not know if showing your face here is brave or stupid, given the company you keep.


I'll take that.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


<i>Ahem. </i>Well, of course, that wouldn't be my place to say.


I need a little extra edge.


You should have left me there.


*Flying machines. <i>Walking brains. </i>It's all so absurd!*


Well no, you tried to kill me, of course it's not all right.


Nine Hells!


Dying Burning


Look, do you want to buy something or nothing?


Hm? It's probably Meadhoney you want, begging pardon.


I'm sure a place like this has spirits aplenty.


On it.


Something caught your eye, eh? That's grand. I'd be willing to let you take it, too, for a mere pittance.


Come on, soldier.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


And I'm here to save you again.


I'm afraid so. Maybe he would've listened if we'd reasoned with him a little longer. Or maybe we should've just outrun him. I don't know.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


The drow was right, it's not 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. Reminds me of 'Fables of Forges Grym.'


*You defeated the Netherbrain, and freed Faerûn from the threat of the Illithid Empire.*


It is your turn, my friend.


Astarion? No. It can't be.


Falling<br>var 2