I cannot survive long without a light source.


Take that back! Right now!


Send them to the dirt!


You'd yield to a mere maggot? <i>Chk.</i> I didn't think you so depraved.


You already know I fought in the Blood War. I was good. <i>Really </i>good.


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


She's right. Lead on.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


Come, Voss - I need you!


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Say, do you play lanceboard by any chance? It's my first time playing.


It is what we need, all of us. You were meant to be a guiding light for Selûne's faithful, but they robbed you from us. Now that can be righted, and we can rest.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


*You have been fighting since birth, such as Vlaakith preaches, but you feel little connection to any crèche. Barely a call to your queen.*


Ah, Shadowheart - how blessed I am to be so near.


Wait - you're no Guild-sworn. Who are you?


What are they thinking, giving a fellow like that such power? I give him a year at most.


Easy! They're with me.


That's what I'm here for.


I have a lot on my mind.


Funny how these things go.


Sea devils, this close to the shore? What could have drawn them here?


Attack<br>var 4


Closed Mouth Effort v7


<i>Deaddeaddead.</i>


So, you've arrived in Baldur's Gate. What's brought you here at a time like this?


Likely a waste of time, but I'll talk.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


This place has good bones. Terrible skin, though.


Nor should you. 'Tis a beautiful day to be alive.


Dying


*A thick layer of dust coats the bottom of the lantern.*


Oh! My, you startled me. I... I was miles away.


Shadow's been swallowing cultists.


Oh, you're one of <i>those</i> types. Rude as you are sneaky.


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


Back in my day, there used to be proper reporting done at the Mouth - <i>even</i> when a lord died. None of corpse-boot-lick nonsense.


Best get going.<br>


And you - what do you want? This is a private yard.


Here - take this - quickly.


I'll take the pain away.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Brutality? Don't be silly. I like grass; I like my harness; I like the warmth of the stable.


Shadow Druids... I still can't believe it.


Well, that's not good.<br>


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


The catch is this: I can't truly love you. Not like most define it. I'll always have to keep a place for Lady Shar.


Evanesco!


This is <i>my</i> time!


I sense another undead presence here. Powerful, but not malevolent.


I look forward to helping her pound this whelp's skull to grit.


It shall be done.


I'll never forget him, but I'm glad to have met you.


There's a secluded place nearby that should do nicely. Wait until the others are asleep, then come and find me there.


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


I'll get you out of there.


Might as well.


I suppose this place will do for now. Better than a cell in the Towers, at the very least.


The smoke - I can't see a damn thing!


Have I ever told you you're my favourite customer? You are. It's the truth.


My role here is limited. I can be put to better use convincing the council to send reinforcements to help rescue your father.


People think they can sneak past me: Fists, adventurers, <i>journalists...  </i>Got to be on my guard.


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


...Nothing. Just the dark.


Nah, you're all hot air. Nice bit of war paint'll put you in your place.


NO! <i>No...</i>


There's <i>nothing </i>more satisfying than a well-organised wardrobe.


A whole fleet of nautiloids. How many 'True Souls' have passed through this place?


Yes. Sergeant.


Very well. Here is the... What? I couldn't have misplaced... I've been <i>robbed.</i>


He composed and carved that one over the course of a night. He made a lot of revisions as he went.


And away I go.


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


I'm gonna get everyone to Baldur's Gate safely - and Mol'll be there to welcome us.


Then the grove is doomed, and perhaps you as well.<br>


And when I tried to buy it back, it cost me everything - everything.


She was stone cold sober. Heard it from Mother Aramina herself - the Steel Watch said they were only 'encouraging the refugees into an unlawful gathering'.


To the sky, Qudenos!


Gods, Master Figaro <i>must</i> be dilligent to spend so long with a client.


If you don't bring the Master soon, I'll put you on Slayer toenail clipping duties for a month.


We must learn what fuels his power.


Time to get this thing fired up.


Time for some bloody work.


The drow came for the Duke. Killed near everyone in the inn while they were at it.


I didn't mean it like that...


Had a little sadist in ya after all, didn'tcha?


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


Oh, how kind of you to say! I <i>have</i> been growing my bristles out - it's something of an art, you see.


Ah, a Nightfall feast in honour of Shar. An evening of food and merriment before a spot of murder - charming.


I need a quick word.


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


With haste.


Pick up the Baldur's Mouth - our city's broadsheet of record - to find out more. Dear reader, you will be <i>most </i>satisfied.


A Selûnite book. Perhaps I should actually heed her words, for a change.


Too right. Home is where you belong, not where you're born. This - this is where I belong.


There's a schism growing among your people. And Lae'zel just took one step towards choosing a side.


All we can do is try, I suppose...


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


There's an inscription on the ring. I don't recognise the language, though.


<i>Vin'iisk. </i>I am your Queen! Would you not bend in my honour?


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


And I am not blind. We have all profited from the results - perhaps the entire world will, before all of this is done.


Bless the oblivious.


Inveniam viam!


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Go, Unholy Assassin. Walk in blood, enjoy Bhaal's favour. But never lose sight of that first, perfect murder.


Karlach. There you are.


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


*The monk-like githzerai, sibling-race to the warrior githyanki. Their contempt for one another is eclipsed only by their shared hatred of the illithids.*


In any case, the Absolute knows you carry me with you now. It wants to retrieve me.


You fear wolves, Shadowheart? But why? They are just like large and ravenous hounds!


Please, I just want to be alone.


Poor Scratch. I miss him.


Just take the ring, huh? Free sample.


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


I am here for you.


Get me out of here!


I better get a 'thank you'.


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


I'll take that.


Let's not dally.


<i>In umbram cretus, sanguine iuratus.</i>


Githyanki texts. Viconia was never one to strike without knowing all she could of her enemy first.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


*As you turn him over, there is a strange crunching beneath you, from the wriggling creatures he dropped earlier.*


If the fires must spread and the walls must tumble, at least we have each other to cling to.


Your tedious sister believed she was ending you when she drilled the wee tadpole-cavern in your head.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


I'll patch you up.


No, this is perfect! You're by the gnomes. They've been whispering like mad for days - they're up to something.


Everything's fine, trust me. Now come.


We got the coin, we got the challenger - now we just need a crowd, eh?


...you can call me Skittle.


You would be parted from Boo so soon? Before he has even given his victory speech?<br>


'Rare' might as well mean 'cursed'. What's wrong with some classic Elminster? Maybe a nice bit of Volothamp Geddarm.


Don't give me trouble now.<br>


Citius!


That and nothing more. So certain was Balthazar that I had no friends in this place. Oh, how he taunted and cajoled.


I'll be. There's a temple under here - and something monstrous hiding inside it.


What, you think we was just gonna let you slip by?


Attack Critical<br>var2


A dwarf, all dressed in red.


Looks like they're warded from within the tower. Must be something around here that can help.


Or Jaheira - but she is currently possessed of an empty head.


What is it to be?


Oh, I felt wonderful!


Your illustrious adventure ends here. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


Someone else got out.


Perhaps. And how many more millennia will we need to wait?


Huh.


There are endless combinations of moral atrocities ready to be penned.


Hells yeah, and blessings to the drunken god!


Hello, world.


Go ahead.


Chuck your questions at Wulbren - that's his job. I can make time for chatter after you know what's what.


Ketheric is a frightening man. But you have something he doesn't: allies worth having.


Open up or I'll break the bloody thing down!


I'm sorry, but I can't do much for you here. You could try asking around, but be careful.


Citius!


Hope - it is in Kled's heart. It feels warm and gentle.


If there are any more survivors to be found, I'll find them - and lead them out of this place.


Run!


You - you're right. I'm no use to the others dead.


You will do something divinely <i>unspeakable</i> on this eve.


Let's see.


Show us the achievements this child has accomplished in thy unholy name.


Now scram. The chat's officially closed.


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


She loves me. She must do.


Falling


This place is hard to bear. I hope we're able to continue on our way before too long.


I can kill with a whisper.<br>


I know a magic ward when I see one. Touch at your own peril.


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


I was bid by Raphael to slay every justiciar I found in this place. The contract was a song, one stuck in my head until I finished the deed. I had to hum that blasted tune for <i>years.</i>


I guess that kind of makes us cousins.


The Mother Superior raised all of this from nothing, in secret. It took years.


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


Aha! It's nothing but clay and mummy bits now.


Oh, I don't think this kind of establishment is <i>quite </i>to his taste.


Githyanki hunters - was that what the gith trinket was warning us about?


*The Watcher speaks directly into your mind with a voice like poisoned honey.*


If they had any courage, they'd have refused him and died like heroes, spitting in his face.


Hmm... what's that?


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


Sing louder or we'll cook ya!


Extend your fealty one step further, and you will be rewarded beyond your mortal reckoning.


But I felt it call to me as I took flight. Whatever Shar calls her own, Selûne has equal claim to. They are one and the same. Their power is matched...


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Oi!


*You flutter through his mind like a bat through the night and you see...*


Help's on the way.


*The sound and your movement agitate her. She prepares to strike.*


A passphrase, 'Sicarius', and a location... We should find this 'Candulhallow' place.


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


*You recognise the spell - <i>Dancing Lights.</i> It is how rothé communicate with each other.*


Look at this place. Like a pen of hogs waiting for the butcher's knife. We need to act!


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


You were incapable of raising yourself to my standards - perhaps you will have better fortune lowering yourself to Karlach's.


Hearing you say that stresses me out more than the gazette, mate.


I took you for one of <i>them </i>for a moment. The refugees, that is.


Strange meat. Maybe you glow inside.


A mistake. I am your most valuable asset.


Scab-licking vagrant!


She'll tear me in two for touching her egg.


I can spare a moment.


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


You'll turn on each other before this is done. Mark my words.


My crumbs of doubt in you were most unjust. You killed your darling! <i>Encore</i>!


No traps, please.


If I set you free, you'll be sucking out my brains as soon as I turn my back.


No staying down on my watch.


So the githyanki aren't fond of the cultists. Could be a good thing.


Ngh... my jaw...


Thaniel was my friend also. I played with him, grew up while he stayed the same. He made me who I am today, and then he was ripped away from me, same as for you.


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


I hear it through the floor - powerful. Indestructible. The ultimate Watcher - the <i>Titan.</i>


Ex Textura!


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Unlikely, but the journey may yet be character-forming.


It is you and most definitely not anyone else! Salutations and hello and whatnot.


You were right. You tried to warn me, but I was too stubborn to listen. It won't happen again.


Fine - he stays, 'til he's no longer of use. Besides, my flesh is not so easily tasted.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


All right.


Might, eh... might be best if you left it alone.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


That bridge was going to be my passage to Baldur's Gate. To <i>safety</i>. Now I've to find another way.


I've got you, soldier!


Get back to it, then. Lives depend on it. Literally.


A network of tunnels beneath a temple... and 'Father Lorgan' written down as well.


<i>What?!</i>


A bad way to go.<br>


No light escapes that mirror. No life reflects back in it. It reminds me of the Shadowfell...


Let them come! I'll end them with a single spell.


Ah, sorry True Soul. Cargo's been tampered with - I'd best see to it.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Come now, don't be a Cowardly Connie. Perhaps you need a little encouragement?


Guess if he didn't come back with Aradin, that might not be the case.


Keep your voice down - we're in mourning for Lord Gortash. I need to go put on a black armband.


I wonder why this one isn't working.


I'd like some time to talk.


Toobin...


Away. AWAY.


Oh! What is <i>in</i> that?


I see... if that is truly your desire, then I shall respect it. No matter how much I wish it was not the case.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


More pigeon remains... looks like it was dragged toward the temple.


Well, so much for peace.<br>


Right - let's keep moving.


Don't be shy, gang - she's one of the good ones.


No, no, no. You start at the bottom right corner - and remember to play them clockwise! After that?


First - you'll need a name.


The Netherbrain... it's power is bearing down on me. Can scarcely draw a breath...


Gale, m'boy, I've come to address a most pressing matter. I'll speak as plainly as I can, forswearing the accustomed frills that decorate my speech.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Orin is in your camp as we speak, committing who knows what unspeakable horrors. Whatever festering grudge you bear toward me is of little importance by comparison.


Hmm, quite clever - and cruel, of course... but creatively so.


What are you doing?! All those people, Astarion - stop!


And that's saying something, given some of the things you've exposed me to.


No opening this with that lock still on it.


To think how you've starved yourself up to this moment. To think how you chose the sweet over the bitter.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


They just keep coming. Hurry!


Defend the hatchery - kill the intruders!


Lae'zel was a talented child, but her talents were misdirected.


Veni et iuva me!


Beldron's safe, then? Thank Ironhand. I'll make my way over.


Apples... so red... so delicious but... <i>ngh</i>


Victory v4


Just stick your head in and <i>look</i>, Boo.


No. I will not accept it. This cannot be the only way. <i>Vlaakith will provide!</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v9


But since you're so eager to offer your opinion - perhaps you can help me. Dribbles was the star of my show.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Sparing the spawns was an error. Releasing them was an act of madness.


*And as quickly as you tore down his defences, you shore them back up. His mind is blank, and blissfully ignorant once more.*


Without it, the sacrifice to my Lady will be in vain, and I won't be blessed as a Dark Justiciar.


Orin toys with us where she could destroy us. Whatever her motivations, I hope she reveals them quickly.


Laughter Maniacal


Strange sounds and unexplained blood stains? Something's afoot, needless to say.


I hadn't thought myself so transparent.


A life worth saving.


Very well.


Well met. I should warn you - visitors are no longer welcome in this grove.


And yet another. Hardly the warmest of welcomes.<br>


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


Come out, sister - I will find you!


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


Hello again.


*Realisation washes over you. Every drow knows of the purge of House Oblodra - but you remember the whispers of <i>why</i>.*


<i>Veterans of the Hells - to arms! </i>


You've got the look of someone's who's ready to buy! When the time comes, look for me - Roger Gherkins!


*Being able to walk into the sun is a nice idea, but clearly impossible.*


Gondians respond well to reason. So when you meet them - be reasonable.


I met your friend already - he's inquisitive. A dangerous trait. Are you sure you want him listening in on this?


Didn't anyone teach you to sweep toward the door?


Rest in peace, proud druid. What a pity his death means the Sharran curse will remain alive and well.


*She was furious when she realised what you'd done. Seeking control, trying to prove yourself her equal. You were in love with her. Now you're a danger to everyone you know.*


I like you too. A <i>lot. </i>I'm sure you know that by now.


What's this? Mattis, this is junk! Waste of effort hauling it with us.


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


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


But you can call me Felogyr if you like. Helps spread the brand, see.


It is as we knew. My people have turned their blades against us.


*The creature cringes, overwhelmed by the throngs.*


Bit of a mess you're in.<br>


Looks like the Absolute sent me a protector. Ya gonna kill 'er too?


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


I don't know the alloy. Perhaps it came from the surface.


To challenge Lady Orin was bold... To slay her, even bolder. I look forward to your instruction, my liege.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


<i>Chk.</i> A cheap trick.


Then you are an even dumber beast than your druid friend.


Nice to see you too, Mr Dekarios.


You're a True Soul... M-my mistake, your grace.


Agilius!


This - this is drivel, surely. Gith declared Vlaakith queen of the empire, and her own son defied her. Orpheus would have ceded control to the ghaik.


Explain yourself.


Blocked. I need a bit of extra harumph.


Ouch. Well-earned.


Aqua pura!


Such attention... I never realised I was so popular.


We'll be ready to leave as soon as you give word.


*Since you already convinced the guard to let you in, better leave her alone lest she changes her mind.*


Best not leave any loose ends. This one might reward mercy with backstabbing.


We have to worry about parasites now? Gods.


Effort v10


Dying Freezing to Death


*You lie back and feel her lips on your skin, leaving a trail of gentle kisses as her hand pushes further.*


Ale me!<br>v3


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


Looks like a spider... man decapitating a mind flayer. Someone got creative.<br>


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


You'll be free in a blink.


The chest's clearly worth a lot to the Zhentarim, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


What in the...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


I do admire the décor here. It's more tasty than tasteful, but I'll take what I can get.


Hook horror. A worthy kill.


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


I was given a task, one surprisingly difficult for someone like me. And yet it would be simplicity itself for you!


You must find Mystic Carrion. If he's responsible for this mess, he can bloody well clean it up!


Adorable. Let me know when it brings you something fresh.


Veni et iuva me!


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


Is someone crying?


<i>Flesh! Flank-flesh!</i>


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


So, you and Minthara, is it? I suppose that little spark we shared has been snuffed out then. I don't blame you though - she is a... compelling prospect.


It's just one night.


Better not. Better not.


Let's hope we backed the right horse. Or the right nightmare.


This is where the ones in the barn came from.


We scout the roads and scan the skies for children of Gith. They will lead us to a crèche.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


<i>Liar. </i>Boys - destroy her!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Water? Our young are not born to water - it is a burning acid.


And when they're dead? Will you kill us too?


But most importantly - gotta back yourself with some coin. How much you thinkin'?


- then, he will loose the githyanki from Vlaakith's undead talons.


There is nothing I won't do, nothing I won't give, to free Orpheus from the Prism. The marks I bear are proof enough of that.


I need a moment for the two of us.


Charms and prayers, scribbled by the Harpers before they fought.


I am a lycanthrope, but your mother is not. It was a toss of the coin to determine if you inherited that side of me.


What has come over you? You cut such a dapper figure, slashing apart the Grove...


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


These insects tricked me beneath the shadowlands.


No matter, I can be loyal to the new leadership now, if allowed.


I don't know how, but this artefact is protecting me from whoever controls our parasites. You won't get much farther without it shielding you, trust me.


As you like. But you needn't be coy - whatever's worth knowing, rest assured she already knows it.


A Sharran crossbow. As magnificent as the Dark Lady herself.


Wasn't enough though, was it?


<b>This time, you will not escape it!</b>


CoughIll<br>var 3


Hey Stickshit? Where's my drink?


Hmph.


I told you, I'm an 'at your own risk' attraction. Make better decisions.


Dying Burning


Tu es nihil!


As always, the Archive is yours to peruse. You'll find everything accounted for, and I can present documents of procurement if necessary.


I did expect a bit more - spectacle, I suppose.


Some kind of tank?


Speak quietly. Shar's agents will be listening.


Come now, do not tarry. Enter the waters.


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


There's something in that debris.


I suppose not many can boast that they've been to a githyanki crèche and survived. Perhaps that's a good omen for our chances going forward, if you're feeling optimistic.


No. It can't be.


The only thing that matters is the Hammer.


*The bear sizes you up, wary, but not yet attacking.*


Look. You have no idea what you're dealing with. Any true Ironhand would trade their life for a <i>grain </i>of this stuff.


If only I knew where to find some.


I've come up with a ballad about you  - it's called the  'Festering Worm'


They're dead, Entharl. Doppelgangers were using them as bait.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Mors animae!


I'm on my way.


I've got it.


*This device is different from the one that caused the other captive to transform. Perhaps it will open the nearby pod.*


Oi, ugly!


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Now is not the time to ask that!


I've never killed anyone! Well, not for food.


Mol! We've got trouble!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


Orin relished tormenting this poor soul.


*His fingers trace labyrinthine paths as he teasingly caresses every part of your body.*


Don't stop singing...


Sniff<br>var 2


*A mystical map glows before you, revealing a githyanki refuge within a temple at the mountain pass. This must be the crèche that Lae'zel had sought.*


My queen spoke true. And so, you die.


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


What was... hm. Never mind.


Ain't that the truth! Proper stink around here now we've settled in.


*The man coughs hard, but his eyes shoot open and the colour returns to his cheeks.*


Hey! Oaves have feelings too. I don't know why I'm nervous. Looks like we'll have to raise <i>your </i>glass.


Well isn't <i>that</i> something?


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


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


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


I am <i>what </i>now?


Your offering pleases Lord Bhaal. Your words delight him.


Keep to the shadows for as long as we can...


Ugh.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


I'm coming for you!


As for you, flightless one - it was an honour taking you under my wing. Dismissed!


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


Esurio!


Yes, do keep your wits, Shadowheart. Should a dagger suddenly slice your neck, we may never know who's to blame.


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


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


What is that symbol supposed to mean?


No way to ignite these. Strange.


Aye, he speaks true. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing Gekh's skiff.


Go, rest. But do not consider this matter settled.


Now? Too late, flower. You'll <i>never</i> be rid of me.


*You've set foot in a restricted area. A swift exit may be in order.*


I would sooner die by Mizora's hand than let her endanger the city. I'll figure out a way.


Let's not push our luck any further - we should move.


Yeah. And then I'll hear Her voice?


Late? No, mate - I was watching. Learning.


You - you don't look like them. You look like me. Who are you?


Baz... I think I burned my tongue... All I taste is <i>bad</i>...


Ugh - he's about to belch!


This should give me an edge.


It doesn't matter how many times you ask.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Corellon's star! That is <i>grotesque</i>.


Don't care how many lords drop dead - if they touch my puzzle section again, I'll be writing in to the Baldur's Mouth editor.


I've got it.


You came for me! I am ready to go home now.


Chop, chop, chop.


Tibi do pennas!


It doesn't <i>look </i>broken. Then again, none of us do.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Voco murus!


*You, however, are unable to speak. Her hesitation turns to impatience.*


Non movere!


Right tool will do the trick.<br>


Vincere est vivere!


Do it. Do not disobey the Inquisitor.


Why in the hells are you bothering me now?


At last. Time to enjoy a little vengeance.


Trust me. With the grand wisdom of centuries, I can make no more sense of this than you.


<i>It's done. The Netherbrain destroyed, the Grand Design ended.</i>


The ship won't be able to take another dragon attack. We need to get out before it's too late.


<i>I must agree. I feel a surprising heaviness within me. But it will pass, I am sure.</i>


Effort v6


Of course, of course. It is highly prized due to the unique potential of the soul it is bound to.


Indeed.


I agree, sir. This gives us time to regroup.


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


This'll help, friend.


*Your conversation has been cut short. These prisoners are for Disciple Balthazar's attention only.*


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


Not always. Not this. I'm sorry - but this one is mine.


Good.


Get up. There's something you should see.


The latest troupe didn't even make it past the door. Strong as gnome piss, the lot of 'em.


Don't worry. You're more useful to me alive.


Let's use this.


Argh... ARGH!


That was not what I expected to see today.


Shh. I can't hear!


I'm afraid there's not much I can say - I've sworn confidence to someone already.


Dying


Am I indeed? Perhaps I will tell my favourite joke. It is about <i>you</i>, bleeding to death.


The Harpers keep records of those who fought for the city - I think I would recall mention of a bare-assed little cherub in all our story and song.


The only way a priest could help them now is with burial rites.


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


Hold on. This fellow may deserve it, but I don't think the duergar will appreciate you hurting the merchandise.


We'd like that.


Yes. A bond so tight, Vlaakith would unleash the Astral Sea's fury if she every tried to break it.


Effort v11


There are spikes in places there <i>really shouldn't be</i>.


Useless?


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Let's make the most of this.


Te occludo oculos!


You get all your best ideas from books, don't you, sir? Your worst ones, too... but it's worth the risk.


So much for the selfless hero.


*Sigh*


A True Soul? Do not think that means we are equals, <i>jaluk</i>. Are you here to join my hunt?


Freeing them achieves nothing - my children will never harm me.


Gods, what's the matter? You look like you've seen a gravehound's ghost.


Hope it doesn't see us.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Don't take long. They pop a tadpole in me, and the Hells'll take Wyll for good.


You have to find her, you have to get Vanra back. Please, I'm begging you.


Let's get that patched up.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Come to pay your respects to the real lady of the house, I see. What a clever creature you are!


Ververo!


If he don't have a tongue, he can't tell us nothin'!


Cruelty and cleverness are all too common bedfellows. Let's side with cleverness alone, shall we? See what we can do to save this verse-loving pixie.


A list of names, with some crossed through. Father Lorgan is on here.


Barrelstalks, full of poison - and under myconid control, no doubt.


I wielded the powers of darkness, yet held a candle for those who needed the light.


Gods, I'm exhausted.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Effort v7


I could. I <i>should.</i>


Shar's ire has shaken Shadowheart... and yet she goes on. There is untold strength there, I feel.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Well! If I'd have realised, I'd have spared the theatrics. In that case, you should be able to navigate a path straight to your target. That's good - very good.


If I must.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


So, what next? Something fun, I hope?


Place is overrun with gnolls.


But you - you are someone he wants. Someone he thinks he can control, but with powers beyond his imagining.


There is time for you yet. Time to save.


That is when this immortal will visit you, Sharran. That is when I will show you what it is to be afraid.


<i>Argh! Not now, Karlach. Not now. Please.</i>


A dragon sleeping beneath the city - no urban tale that I've heard. But someone took it seriously enough..


Be in awe, Truest Soul. The new dawn will rise.


No point in debating what's already done. Let's go on ahead.


Ketheric plays a cruel game, and you had no choice but to play. Now let's talk to Z'rell.


I could not change that, even if I wanted to.


Lucky for you, you seem to have spooked that adventurer trash into leaving.


That's it - outside! We settle this as gentlemen!


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


He longs for the day that he may sway the city's opinion, and raise statues in its name - 'The illithid who saved Baldur's Gate', and captivated his heart.


I'm sorry - we should have been here.


Maybe... it felt oddly familiar, but I don't know why...


Falling


Shadowheart - the way you paint around your eyes, they look permanently cloaked in shadow.


I'm not a busybody. You ought to use me as an example, or you might get yourself in trouble.


Please don't leave! I don't want to be alone.


Get off it!


Still in one piece. What did that thing <i>do</i> to me?


This blade's wicked look matches its deeds - poor Father Lorgan.


*As he joins your side, your mind dances with thoughts of a perfect pretty corpse.*


See how it trembles to meet us? Higher - we do not want keep it waiting.


Obvious, when you stop to think about it.


Dying Freezing to Death


*Sated by his meal, the beast's eyes shine with gratitude.*


Locked out. Maybe I can get it open another way.


There are Harper and druid symbols on their equipment - an interesting pair.


I'm trying to hire you, and you're extorting me - with a dash of violence on top. Might be you have a future in the Guild.


We have our orders, from the queen of the githyanki herself, no less. Now might be the time to consider obeying them.


Whoever they were, their equipment's no use to them now.


I know only blood-red and death-black. My mind is silver and my body steel.


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


You took those bastards down like it was nothing. It was... amazing.


<i>Be quick. Time is on no one's side.</i>


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


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


In your kennel. NOW.


Gods, what's happening?


Buff


Tch. You're as bad as Lia.


Why don't you clear things with your leader before we team up. Send 'em my way so we can work out the particulars.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


My sweet Fireliia. I've been a rotten fool, haven't I? And yet you never left my side...


Mama made me a bow for my birthday - do you think it'll scare those mean people away? I do.


Failed. I thought I had it.


((*cleanse the Circle. the Circle cleansed*))


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Hee hee hee.


How often do I have to repeat myself? <i>No disturbances.</i>


That's certainly a possibility.


I've decided to drop this whole 'Gale of Waterdeep' business. It's a bit... pompous, don't you think?


Gaerdal Ironhand, hear me now - <i>set me free!</i>


Finally, we'll be rid of the outlanders' infernal stench.


You seen that weird orb-eye floatin' about?


Perverse Shar's right hand. She hath cleansed the ranks, leaving only the most faithful. The work is never done, and she relisheth it.


We'd make better strangers.


We must find our way to the House of Hope and take the Orphic Hammer.


Well it is a crypt, ain't it? Rot's to be expected.


This could mean anything.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


What a laugh, to deprive yourself of the Hells' lavish vices.


Is it true? About Wulbren?


Tonight will be glorious.


An ancient citadel, abandoned for years - and for very good reason - until these cultists took it over.


My supply of souls is endless.


*Her words are diplomatic, but her face betrays her true feelings: utter contempt, for you and all your kind.*


*The Netherstone is your only hope of avoiding such a fate - if only it was in your possession.*


Ugh - heartbreaking. I bet you thought I'd be impressed.


She's already gone. Wonder what our friend will think of that.


We're here to stay, now. And when the battle-horns start blowing, you'll see we're as good as our word.


I had the grove running pretty smooth, I'll do the same in Baldur's Gate. And I can keep the kids safe.


Intelligenti pauca!


You must hurry - the master expects all children at the ritual.


Hah! Bark, bark. Like a worg pup, you are.


I'm afraid you don't realise quite how much you mean to the master. He would be inconsolable if he lost that contract.


What a scene. Whoever did this had no rhyme or reason - just viciousness.


Thrice-laced, in the Rashemaar style, so that a berserker might split skulls without fear of splitting britches, too.


There we go. Now I need a greatsword, sickle, or dagger.


Oh-oh-ohhhhh...


What? No!


I shall help you, my love.


This'll be mean.


Hey, you!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Attack


*As the lock opens, a loose page comes with it. Magic pulses from the parchment.*


((*freely you have given to us. freely you may take*))


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


Lucky for you, I know the way in. I'll mark your map - after all, a deal's a deal.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Oh - of course. Well, let me show you my collection.


After all you've been through together, you just idly stand by as he pours his heart out for you? Tut tut.


A vampire spawn? Why?


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


We preside over the Tribunal, which has initiated many assassins into the ranks in the Temple. Here we remain until another of our line ends time itself.


To the hells with your camp, and to the hells with you.


Get her out of my sight.


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


Neverwinter, Jewel of the North. I wonder if the cult of the Absolute has influence there as well.


Expect anything - he's been cursed to the Hells and back.


Listen!


Parents? You've seen my parents?


Now push, damn it!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Lay down your weapons... <i>please</i>...


Not yet. I think she's still trying to find the words. She still feels responsible  I fear... I don't want her to punish herself.


Oh! Do! Do! If this frail carcass ever perishes, you will always be sent a fresh Butler.


Gods, the Overseers will kill us - if these collars don't get us first.


Better. We eat.


Each memory that returns to me is more disturbing than the last. The things that I did in the name of the Absolute... the things that were done to me.


Though you hide behind a mask of stories, we have seen beyond the veil. We see what you really are - <i>fearmonger. </i>


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Pass, then. Go on. See what it is a foolish old Harper thinks worth hiding away.


Don't have anything to put here.


Yes.<br>


Belching smoke and metal screeches... 'Keep the city peaceful' my arse.


Cat got your tongue? If not, Boo will take it.


Amo sanguinem!


That's... a serious condition.


May Master Halsin rest in the Deep Forest.


I'm sorry too.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


I'm fading fast. I must heal.


Vis medicatrix!


The adamantine forge is guarded. And this so-called 'hot hammer' is key to its destruction.


Most people come in here with 'Let me stuff all of your hair into my favourite orifice' or 'I can't come unless you do your deep gnome voice'.


Resisto venenum!


Drama? This is <i>sense</i>. Half the crew are dead on their feet, while the others are ready to drop everything and leave.


It is getting toasty. Surely the forge must be close.


MMM... AGAIN!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Best not tell them I prefer a pink.


Not used to lying low.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


This was one of those memorable encounters I'd love to forget.


Help's on the way.


The magic's been dispelled from that book on flumphs. Let's see what's inside.


Let me help!<br>


And you, Harper - there is something familiar about you.


I had heard the municipal laws regarding large animals had been struck down... but still, perhaps we were wise to not push our luck. This time.


But it warms me to I can always find you, dance with you, in the years to come.


*You can only surmise the obvious - the owlbear is out for blood.*


As you wish! Eh... Boo? Do you know the way back...?


<i>Gone </i>gone? But... you're a sorcerer. Isn't magic... <i>you?</i>


You might have to show me how 'slow' works.


Isobel! We need healing!


When you've sailed as much as I have, you'll know damn well they do plenty.


Grand Duke, is it? I'd follow Wyll into battle, sure enough - but politics? I think I am perhaps too faint of heart.


'Course at your size, might be tough pinning 'em down. Would pay to see it, not gonna lie.


This speaks of magic that can divide someone into many... but many <i>what?</i>


Mortem tuum sum!


See for y'self. Head inside, and follow the sound o' squealin' novices.


*The portrait's eyes seem to follow you around the room... did it just wink at you?*


You serve my purpose.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


But the curse. We'll just have to go on like this... <i>suffering</i>.


But enough about your adorable personal life. What did you actually want to talk about?


Quiet! I can't... concentrate with all these voices! Just <i>listen</i>.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


I don't know who you are. I don't know why you're here. But I <i>will </i>kill you.


Was that a click I heard? There's something about these plaques...


I don't remember exactly... I know I only tried white and red.


Say bye-bye.


Speak with Dhourn.


The keepers of this place. They change their form to fit their need.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


You can't die - not like this!


Something's going on down there. I'd bet my net on it.


Impero mortuos!


There you are. Good.


The strength vanishes as soon as I stand. Curious.


Well indeed. I was rather hoping I'd never see you people again, honestly.


From the shadows.


Curious.


This is the famous Ethel I have heard so much of. Auntie and I must have a <i>proper</i> introduction.


That's curious.


Don't mind if I do.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


I thank you for your role in my ascension. I hope you're enjoying your newfound wealth. It pleases me to reward my faithful.


Gale eventually returned to Waterdeep. His life now not so different from what it was - only now he is content.


Ocior!


Risus abundat!<br>v3


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


I'll seek out my connections. When the city's streets shatter, you'll want their blades.


I'll kiss it better later.<br>


Oh, go away! You humans think you're all special.


Not sure how much fight I've got left in me, but I'll give it my best shot. For Baldur's Gate.


*She remains silent.*


How does this <i>pastry</i> taste worse the second time?


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


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


*Your thoughts are back on the twisted Sceleritas and his honeyed words of violence.*


I know. We <i>all </i>know. Their 'whispers' are as subtle as a knife in the ear.


Fulgur!


Thieves and swindlers - high time you met soldiers!


Not interested in Astarion's leftovers, I'm afraid.


Well, thanks for the honesty, I guess.


To my granddaughter. Shirra Clarwen. Serves Ilmater, she doth.


I knew it weren't sanitary.


Let's hope we find him in one piece.


Let's use this.


Even if the buildings are demolished, there are always survivors. There are always those who will fight.


When I was a child, father sent me to Sharess' Caress to deliver messages.


BUT... I... REQUIRE... GOLD...


And here's the antidote. Do not mix those two up.


Efferve!


No time to waste - got to get out of here.


Perhaps.


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


Something's back there. Shouldn't take much to break down this wall.<br>


Karlach meets the criteria, pet. Trust me on this.


That tentacle was colossal. The same creature we encountered before. We must follow where it went.


Very well. Let's... let's not speak of this again. Given my condition, I'm not sure it's wise for me invite undue stress upon myself.


Thought I sensed an infernal around here. But you aren't from Elturel. What's your story?


I can see the stars from Baldur's Gate, of course, but not with such clarity. It got me thinking.


Hey boy - yeh want the bone? Yeh want the bone?


I recognise this wine. It's a paralysing poison...


A monument to Lathander, god of dawn - and killer of Helm's lover. The bastard.


This mirror was an instrument of Shar's faithful. Dark magic still flows from the shards.


Something malign? Or some blessing of Selûne, perhaps? I do not know what restored Isobel's life to her. But I can see what she is doing with it.


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


I'm... better, I think. Song's coming along, thanks to you.


My husband made it to keep our little monster quiet - traded one headache for another, really.


You can't get in trouble for trep - for tres - for sneaking into places as a kid, right? Just wondering.


What aren't you telling us?


Not working.


Still me - even after everything.


A shapeshifter? At least we didn't murder the actual clown.


...Oh gods, <i>Thale</i>. What happened to my friend?!


Yonas - look out!


*Shiver of impact. Crack of bone. He removes the brains, digs free the squirming tadpoles. The unworthy ones, given over to the illithids. To become.*


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


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Curious - what are those marks there?


He was from the city, I think. Well... down there's his home now.


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


Voco spicae!<br>v2


Nothing can take the <i>her</i> from her. Not even a goddess.


Peculiar shape. Oddly familiar, somehow...


The Netherbrain wants nothing more than to see all infected become <i>ghaik</i>.


Effort v7


Lovely rhythm, that. Pity the drum's for callin' in backup.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


If there's one quality all the denizens of the Hells embody, it's <i>ambition</i>. A quality they share with many humans, come to think of it...


So said the fish 'round the hook in its mouth.


Don't mind if I do.


East... fled armies... lost everything...


<b><i>You are found. </i></b>


...Why are you asking?


That was the wrong answer. <i>Zavagh!</i>


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


You are right. The shame bubbles deep in my gut, as Boo will bear witness to.


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


She seeketh to rectify that now the only way she can - alone.


Boring!


Expello te!


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


That little bastard - where'd he go?


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


For a moment, I thought the city might sink into the Underdark.


Cough up some coin or bugger off. I'm outta nice things to say.


I'm sorry. I serve the Dark Lady. I'll dedicate the loss of you to her.


Allow me.


You see, I help people from all over Faerûn.


Are you an orphan too?


Finally, we're approaching Moonrise Towers.


Oh no.


Enjoy the night. It seems to me full of opportunities.


I can't bear to think of it. But I can't tell her 'no'.


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


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


Omeluum is most likely safe and well, and simply absorbed in its work. However, it would put my mind at rest to confirm it, if you happen across its path.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Cudo! v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


...erm...


Closed Mouth Effort v7


I wonder what brought an orthon to a place like this? We'll never find out now...


*Again, a vision comes to you. A memory, seen through the creature's soul-dead eyes.*


*How soon will your soul be snatched for the Hells' army?*


An impressive view, if not exactly a bucolic one.


I'm 350 years old. Of course there have been lovers. Just because I love nature doesn't mean I'm betrothed to it. Though sometimes, nature needs reminding...


*'By claw and tooth, from root to thorn,
The Old Oak's grove, to wildlings sworn.'*


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


Yet the cultists have found a way to move freely. Whatever this method, you must claim it.


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


I said it first!


Fine. If you won't stop trying to help her, I'll have to stop you both.


Vlaakith's crown - what <i>was</i> that?


*Crime scene not open to public. By order of the Flaming Fist.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Attack<br>var 3


He'll never leave me alone. I didn't think he would when I was just one more wretched toy for him to play with.


I'm not one for manual labour, but this might just be worth it.


Plague! Pest! In line, or <i>leave</i>.


We're alive, Kivak. Alive!


The githyanki will find they have a noble prince in Orpheus. If they do not slaughter him on sight, at least.


Then answer, for it is asked:
Are you worthy?


<i>Istik</i>, friend to Orpheus. Together, we will end the elder brain which shakes this city. Then, I turn my sights to Vlaakith, the queen of deceit.


Some people just don't appreciate the wonders the world has to hold, I suppose.


Huh. Plant a bad man in the soil, and out grows a better one. Perhaps Jaheira has taught me something.


You'll be free soon enough.


Stupefacio!


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality.


<i>A nautiloid? Fascinating. I have never set foot on one myself.</i>


Diminue!


Then permit me to mark your map. We will await, for when you are at your most weary.


The voice of the Absolute. Stronger this time.


Extra Recovered <br>V3


A list of names, some of them marked through. I wonder why.


Tuebor!


She is the architect of Bhaal's design.


We stand no chance against such a foe. We should get out of sight!


She cheated, of course, but that's half her charm.


Thank you. The offer's kind, but it's not a kindness I can afford.


Making haste.


Cudo! v3


That ox again.


Pigeon feathers. No sign of the bird.


Stop that.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


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


There's something underneath here...


Now I must rest, and you must carry on. Do not let my efforts be in vain.


What was... hm. Never mind.


Shouldn't all these bones be tucked away neatly in their tombs?


Crusty rogue.


You've heard some of it, I'm sure. That I froze, or broke, or some other lie that is kinder than the truth.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Voco spicae!<br>v2


Moonrise. We're getting close to the lion's den - and plenty of questions I have for the lion, too.


That could have been worse.


There is nothing natural about displaying the dead like so.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


*You catch something squirming in the shadows of the container, but then it is gone.*


My colleague's in charge - go bother him with any fashion queries. I've got stock to sort.


Absolute's blessing on ya. Maybe Her design will throw us together again sometime.


You had a choice. And you took my prince from me, from his people.


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


Investigator Valeria. Used to be on the ball, but this time... I'm unsure.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


Drunk <br>V4


*There's a pickpocket operating nearby. You feel the arrow of suspicion pointing your way.*


Instead of complaining to me, why don't you find a different delivery service?


Orin. Orin the Red.


My thoughts are not for you to know. To arms, champions!


I shall see you laid low.


Maybe you'll find a crossbow bolt down your throat easier to manage.


The elf you saw was your father. He tried to stop you being seized by Shar's agents, but failed.


Simply face the wall, and we can <i>begin. </i>


No no! A bet's a bet. I'll see you in Baldur's Gate.


<i>A high concentration of combatants here. The brain must be close. </i>


Recover your strength.


I don't know what I expected, but damn - this place is <i>cursed.</i>


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


I'll never forget the person you used to be - the beauty I bedded, the warrior I fought beside, the hero that saved this city.


To the... east... Need a... torch...


Ah... pay that noise no mind. Boo has not feasted on evil's flesh in some time, and it has set his gut to bubbling.


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


And Thaniel has been trapped in that cursed darkness even longer than I. Please, help him. <i>Please.</i>


Ah!


A char-grilled corpse.


Ow! Feels like being siphoned, and painfully too.


I bet we can work out how to open it.


Now that's... dedication?


No! If you're right...


Then <i>pack</i>.


Whatever's whispering these rabid thoughts to you - block it out. Focus on me.


Better get you out of there.<br>


Death becomes you.


The bare minimum.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


So much good work undone by petty squabbling among the faithful. You underestimate what true faith can do.


Parchment-pallored villain.


Let's just keep out of her way. She's smiling. I get scared when she smiles.


As it should be. Better a short life built on truth than immortality woven of lies.


What are you doing? No - stop!


It is important to cherish every conversation as if it were the last - for it could very well be the last.


Sounds like you've left some bodies to bury. Plus side, Entharl pays overtime.


A man called Cazador made me what I am, kept me like a pet, and forced me to do his bidding. No more.<br>


*You cannot make sense of this complex machine.*


Sister is older than me. She always likes to play.


In the Archive. Down the corridor, past the debtors. OH! The debtors. They won't like you.


I'm just looking for a little more excitement. A little more fun.


Hmm. No tribute from some of the crews this month. We have the Stone Lord to thank for that.


A <i>challenge</i>, sister. Who would be so bold?


But nothing to worry about... right?


Listen, you!


Or I'll wipe that nasty look off yer face, thick-skull.


Perure!


*The parasite reels in your skull. Something within the Steel Watcher tugs at your mind.*


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


Hells! Something's coming out of the crypt!


WYLL!


Take care. Illithids evolve nothing - they only enslave.


My condition is worsening again. I need to consume some powerful magic, or it may become volatile.


<i>Did you like it - the truth? This was the alternative relationship we could have had. Aren't you glad I finessed my methods?</i>


I'm talking.


What is that monstrosity?


The sooner we find Halsin, the better. Get some rest.


Away. <i>Now</i>. You've leeched on my misery plenty already.


Are they all like this?


Are you addled in the head? I am no chattering contraption, I am a person. An artist. Name's Jelliwig.


Surely Barcus will take care of that.


Just hold still.


Or to see so many Harpers clanking about.


That's incredible! In that case, you ought to let me return the favour. My muscle for your aid in my battle against the powers of the arch-bitch.


You will not raise a finger against him, you ungrateful, wretched little child!


Bloody devils.


We would not meddle in each other's affairs - this was our agreement. She came to us as Bhaal's Chosen. We are but servants to our lords.


That corpse - a tiefling. But not one I recognise.


Siccut cattus!


It fills my head with things I miss. I cannot remember them, but I do miss them.


So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.


Gremishkas? Better be careful with any magic - spells set them off.


Humble heroes make the best ballads. But fair - I'll not force you. Enjoy your night!


Come on, no excuses.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


Effort v4


Sounds like she made the fatal mistake of getting caught. We shouldn't get involved.


There are Harper and druid symbols on their equipment - an interesting pair.


Maybe we will get lucky. We're overdue some good fortune.<br>


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


*She scuttles toward you, drooling.*


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


You must kill him. Gore him like a pig prepped for the spit. Only then you will be sweet and sharp, ready for the Murder Lord's purpose.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


<i>(This treaty is a compilation of her own design, kept here on the Material Plane for the benefit of us mortals. Quite rare.)</i>


Now I lay my heart to rest...


Hm. Next time's the charm?


Let me give you a hand.


Hmph. You're good at this - are you sure you didn't cheat?


Cave circulum!


What-cha... this woman's some <i>booyahg</i>! She's tryna magick me!


Gortash thinks you can be of value. I wouldn't go proving him wrong.


I stood up and yelled: 'Shadowdark ale for everyone!'


Let's get you on your feet.


Make your way below. The others are waiting - with bad news, by the looks of it.


It was my teacher's. And it's - it's all I have left.


Well, you clearly ain't, or you'd have said something useful.


*On your back in your septic nest, were you to encounter fifty a night, it would still not be enough.*


We can start seeing eye-to-eye, or I can find new companions.


I don't like this dream anymore.


Wyll: the courageous heart tormented by the infernal.


I better get a 'thank you'.


Mundus vult decipi!


Interesting. I always thought he'd taste a little too sweet.


I hear you had a part in capturing the cleric. The General rewards those who're worthy, count on it.


... my crystal. My memory shard. <i>Where is it?</i>


She comes in here, into <i>our </i>camp, and lays hands on <i>my </i>Minthara?! Oh-ho, this shapeshifter is <i>spoiling </i>for a thrashing.


But beware, the House is architecturally unstable. Left is sometimes right, but more often it is wrong.


A gruesome sight. A necromantic ritual, perhaps?


I hope we chose the right ally.


I'd figured you a half-wit. To think I overestimated you.


<i>Especially</i> since they announced Lord Gortash's death. So many illustrations.


Te curo!<br>v2


*It seems Mol was as good as her word. She's reported that you've been threatening children.*


Gortash?! He can't possibly be involved in this...


Well met, friend! Theodore Thistlewhistle, at your service.


I can't see a thing.


Tuebor!


What creatures thrive in a lake this dismal?


The god of magic will not surrender her divinity lightly, and war ever rages 'twixt thee both. Still, thou provest willing to attempt the impossible.


It is an honour that brings a weensy tear to Sceleritas' eye.


*As if you don't have enough problems already...*


Good doing business with you.


Mine. All right, <i>yours</i>, Boo.


The door's blocked on the other side - there's no picking that.


To be precise, <i>General Thorm</i> ordered that you bring her here alive. I am merely an instrument of his will.


Watch this, watch this - 'Smells like fermented baby fart, with a hint of nutmeg!'


No... I don't recognise this place. But anything's an improvement on where we just came from.


Thought you were here to help.


Then you've made your choice.


More of Orin's doppelgangers. Bhaal's ranks swell with them.


It's too late, then. You really are the Slayer.


Ludus non factum est!


The map shows tunnels beneath a temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is scrawled alongside them.


CRAMP!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Ah! My finger.


Let's hope it doesn't come back to bite me later.


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


Nine Hells, it's <i>everywhere</i>!


I mean, they might need protection from burns when, uh, cooking?


A forceful demand.


Cazador's servants came for Astarion. He'll be in Cazador's clutches soon enough.


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


This architecture - this can only be the work of Shar worshippers.


To your side!


Is it a Continual Flame spell, I wonder?


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


That body she's working on - that's Arabella's father.


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


Venenum!


All of these idols should be torn down. Another time, perhaps.<br>


The Blade provides.


Made it out.


I can feel it... looking. Deep inside...


No keyhole. Some other mechanism is keeping this locked.


Heya!


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


Sssh... do not move. Do not cry out. Or I will open your neck.


Bit of a mess you're in.<br>


Omnia mutantur!


Perhaps the news you bring will change Inquisitor W'wargaz's mind. <br>


Good luck to you, then. And wish us some too!


Blood-stained collars. Looks like those missing pet posters were in vain.


Stay strong, my love.


We have made an ally from an enemy. Quite judicious.


Hmm?


Shadow Druids at work - and this Kagha is their newest recruit.


Not all gods are worthy of gratitude.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


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


...It's, erm, it's back at our camp. The boss will be expectin' us.


It is! This adventurer has an illithid tadpole inside his head. But he hasn't turned.


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


Must be the tadpole.


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


Hmmmm... finally... quiet.


To the rescue.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


So history repeated itself...


With the Absolute, your fantasies can become more real than flesh. The pleasures of the mind can surpass those of the body.


Fine. I'll let you live.


You heard her, love.


It's never been that simple before, I don't know why it would be now.


Expello te!


Laughter Maniacal


Pity. I would have looked upon you with mercy, if the time for such things ever came to pass.


Might will prevail!


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


Looks like a Selûnite necklace.


Still. You're nice too.


But Alaundo did not see. He did not know. He did not <i>revel</i> in the glory of what is to come.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


You continue to surprise me.


*You note her grimace of pain. Something is wrong with her legs.*


Hold there! One step closer and -


Those goblins will rue the day they chose to tangle with this grove.


We're hardly awash with options right now.


Just doing me job, boss. You're free to go your way.


Strewth!


Something tore through that rock like paper.


May the gods take you first.


If anyone can help you, it'll be him. He studied that tadpole for days, and the birds told him about plenty of others with the same infection.


*The presence deep in your mind is awake, unblinking. This is it. A single word pervades your consciousness: 'soon'.*


Ubi es?<br>v2


I feel the urge to perform in the middle of the night - right by your bedroll.


Desecrate the pretender! Take vengeance!


Didn't take you for a percussionist.


What a view.<br>


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


*You're free to go. But you know that you're being watched. It would be wise not to slip up again.*


Best help before it gets worse.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Feel that? This house doesn't want us here.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Checkmate.


Circulus mortis!


Oh, oh! 'You can really detect the boar shite in the aftertaste!'


You'll need to pick up where Aradin left off - find the hidden entrance. It's somewhere in the temple of Selûne.


Chaos... panic... separated... hid...


The legend has it that Ansur will only answer to a proven hero of the city. Until a moment ago, I thought that was me.


The duke's still alive? Hold on, I'm coming!


I heard laughter this morning. At me? Perhaps.


I shall engrave that compliment on my heart.


Hurt Critical


The relic Balthazar seeks may be the key to this. He is not only Ketheric's closest advisor, but an accomplished necromancer.


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


A fair point. The chilly, dark lady and the fire-hearted hellian. A good combination, right?


Shadows lurking. Light inside. Look.


Drink.


Looks like you need a little help.


A bottle of wine? And a rare one at that. This book's owner had excellent taste.


<i>Tsk'va</i> - the whole place is coming down!


Veni et iuva me!


Nah. Can't be... they woz in the grove, hangin' around with the tieflin's.


How can anyone justify this?


No opening this with that lock still on it.


Karlach... that was a decidedly mixed blessing you received. My sympathies... but at least you can seek comfort now.


Won't budge.


You are simply a means to an end. I made you to be consumed.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


This cowl's definitely enchanted. Gale could use this.


Secreti umbrarum!


Don't worry. It's nothing bad. Well. Depending.


I wish... to drink. And to be drunk.


Should have watched your footing.


<i>Not the roaring validation you were looking for? Don't worry - I'll convince them.</i>


Well aren't you a clever one, scale-pest. Faster than these idiots, at least. They mean to hurt Auntie - the best and most beautiful hag in the Realms.


Wyll hath ventured to Avernus with his love, and hath left his father ruling in his place until his return.


*Your little contribution soon clears things up. You're free to go.*


Look at this. How long has it been sitting under the tower? And how deep does it go?


Attack<br>var 3


Crazy fool! Are you in a rush to see us all dead?!


Deadlier than ever.


A druids' grove, dedicated to the Oak Father, Silvanus. You'll find its keepers just as thorny, I fear.


If the path we tread were easy, there'd be a queue of fools willing to walk it. Alas, it isn't. And such grim choices must fall to us.


Attack


A group of warriors came. Outsiders, on a mission for Vlaakith herself.


I wager they've infested the entire coast.


Voco murus!


It's time - kill them!


Done.<br>


Ha! All right, to a mountain of corpses!


Please, we've got to get to light...


Corpses on top of corpses, left for the rats to devour.


Talking. Right. I'm good at that.


Glow, fairy ring, glow! What's the matter with you?


More than flesh.


*You shut your eyes. In the dark, Lady Shar can guide you.*


Oh, hello there! Feel free to listen in, but only members may participate in discussion.


Resisto frigus!


Snore
zzZzz


Let's just get to work - if anyone can bring him home safe, it's us.<br>


I know. But this is the only way.


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


New home...? Maybe.


Oh dear. I assure you it's not.


On the move.


I ate the pigeons. Are you satisfied? I prevaricated before. Pigeon is my second-most-favourite meat.


Perhaps I will be blessed as you are. But if not, I will serve in whatever way the General sees fit.<br>


Is this some kind of sick joke? Do you have <i>any </i>idea what I've been through these past few days?


I might've considered it... but your choice of company so far leaves a great deal to be desired.


In that case, I'll restrict myself to animals and only the dullest goblins.


The things you must have seen to find that out. Tell me you put a stop to it.


Look at them beaming. You did that.


I've never lain with a githyanki. It looks like this one nearly broke you in half - how invigorating.


I guess beggars can't be choosers. Thanks anyway.


Ah - you found my hiding spot. Not a word to Alan, he doesn't believe in things like 'breaks' or 'eating'.


When you call the last light down.


So the githyanki aren't fond of the cultists. Could be a good thing.


This looks just like the key in the flophouse. Curious.


Dishevelled and with a lingering odour of blood and sweat. I hope you found the boudoir to your liking.


Tormentum!


Sine metu!


I still can't believe... why would anyone want to kill... me? Th-thank you for saving us...


Notes on the shadow curse. I can only hope such knowledge is never needed beyond this place.<br>


Gonna go tell the commander 'bout you. All nice things, 'course.


Lunkbug, <i>don't.</i>


You can barely make out what the gazette's printed these days.


My best is yours.


<i>At ooonce.</i>


I don't think so. I think I'll break your legs instead.


A book about nethers. Gale speaks of his often - perhaps he would like it for a gift.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


Sloppily done. But I guess the goblin had it coming.


Might made manifest!


If they are weak, they will die, whether it is on the road or in the defence of the city. And if they are strong, they will find a way to survive.


Don't need you to be sorry. Just checking that you're all right.


Guide me where others fear to tread. Guide me to your embrace.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Up you get.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


Do they really think we'll believe everything they put in the paper?


Nothing? How disappointing.


Never wanted the easy path.


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


It's hard to explain, but I'm happier when I'm around Omeluum.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


Frange!


Circulus mortis!


Vengeance!


Already dead.


Not all who see it in the fold are welcoming of it, but thanks to Halsin's efforts, their minds are turning. Nature strives for balance, through him. And harmony is close.


My point is - whatever ails you... I promise I've seen worse.


No use. It's blocked.


Creatures like Carrion do not die easily. We must sever his ties to this plane to ensure he does not return.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


The payday gold in my pouch is clinkin'
Say, hey, for the pub!
A single thought is what I'm thinkin'
Say, hey, for the pub!


Way I see it, city's got a whole lot safer since the Steel Watch showed up. For that, we can thank Lord Gortash.


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


Here goes nothing.<br>


Hence, thy will to sacrifice thyself a second time. Yet - here thou art, speaking with me. How can it be?


Is someone... singing?


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Good craftsmanship wasted on Selûne. Maybe it can be repurposed somehow.


Stultissime!


You will not. You cannot.


Next time she pulls a knife on me and mine, someone might die. <i>Something</i> has to be done.


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


SURPRISE! Auntie isn't going anywhere!


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


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


You festering bubo!


But then, lies live forever, and he's half-made of the stuff.


<i>Well, woman. Here I am. I did what I came here to do, and now it's done. I'm burning out. I'm burning out.</i>


But it will be a start. You may still be redeemed.


<i>As a hideous monster, sure. But one that can feel. Think. Live.</i>


Caveat incantator!


Then we are both adrift on the same tide. Perhaps one day we will learn what became of him.


Gods save us all if you're right, but I'd believe it. Whoever it is, they are <i>intimately </i>familiar with Sarevok's work.


Thank you. Thank you!


Zhentarim in charge - good! At least we know <i>they </i>won't be pushed around.


Pity - I was about to grant you an exception.


Not an animal lover? Nobody's perfect, I suppose.


Their wrongheaded resolve allowed me to shape you. But I need not tell you - I can show you. It is time to remember. Time to remember everything.


Of course you need help.


Indeed. Perhaps the worms' vat was poisoned. Perhaps we're uncommonly fit.


I miss my spores. Tried eating some toadstools I got from Bonecloak's, but no good - just made me constipated.


We shouldn't hang about. Jaheira's lost too many as it is.


There is another way, though - we have allies on the surface. Seek them out, and play this lyre to call on their guide.


You accepted Bhaal, after everything we've been through? I can only hope this is part of some clever scheme I'm not privy to. Otherwise you might as well have stayed with the Absolute.


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


Veni et iuva me!


Until Baldur's Gate, then!


You're the boss.


Victory v2


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


And lost half the coin on the cobbles. I'm giving you a chance to prove you're not a total dunce.


Shove off, demon. Ain't lookin' for friends.


I lived two centuries in this city, but it can still surprise me.


Poisoning too... What a waste.


Githyanki... youths...


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


But if you're not here for the coin, I'd rather enjoy the quiet. There's not much of it anywhere else.


I will speak when I am free.


Alas, not all of us are so lucky.


That can wait.


Ah, well. I had a good run.


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


<i>Liar!</i>


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


Body parts? Is this some kind of... display?


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


A powerful friend. A terrible foe. That, I cannot decide for you.


Origin Extra: Dying


We meet again. This time without the need for violence, I hope.


PainOpen<br>var 2


'But Gith had nurtured a son. Orpheus, Prince of the Comet, the True Heir! He knew Vlaakith's treachery.'


I have an idea - for a new Watcher. One that could flatten the city with a single swing!


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


Faith is stronger than blood, traitor!


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


So - the doll is the source of the curse. Now if there was just a way to dispel its magic...


I just... I don't know what to think. I don't know what I want.


I meant to do that.


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


Laduguer's guts - it's time I shut you up.


I sense magic. But where?<br>


Orpheus - my prince. What's become of you?


*Your chest fills with yearning. You want to get closer - you <i>need </i>to get closer.*


It's beautiful. Strange, but beautiful.


No mercy!


VO_SFX : Downed v4


<i>Tsk'va</i>. If this must be our sacrifice, so be it. The prince will fall, praise Vlaakith - and we will take his powers.


Stay strong, darling.


This text is ancient. A dedication to a forgotten god?


Corpora sana!


Do you feel that? The Hells themselves tremble to face such a scourge as Wyll threatens to be.


Very well.<br>


An observer. He's curious about you... and your <i>condition</i>.


Ha! Ha! Free from your shackles; free from the pets you sicced on me for a hundred years. Do I frighten you, old man?


Good. Fork likes having more holes.


A tidy slot, but no rune.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Victory v2


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


Might be other survivors.


*Your contrition isn't enough. The guards will decide your punishment.*


Wander Shar's halls; hungry to slay;
Leave no Justiciar alive to obey.


It seems none answer your call.


*Fresh bite marks, an old puncture wound, and a faint pulse of something not entirely natural.*


Best get in and out.<br>


But if what Asharak said of you is true... you have unfinished business out here.


'Ere's to th'Absolute!


We're in more danger than I knew. If something happens to me, everyone in this inn is dead. Like that.


I will find a way to contact Queen Vlaakith. She must know of the <i>zaithisk</i>'s destruction, the inquisitor's failures.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Do I need to keep my good eye on you?


A cheap shot. I should've expected that.


You will speak of our creator, Lord Enver Gortash, with respect. He is the saviour of our city, currently being inducted as the Archduke of Baldur's Gate.


An exquisite and most unique artefact. Crafted with materials hewn from the depths of the Hells by Raphael's merregon labour force.


WYLL!


What-cha... this guy's some <i>booyahg</i>! He's tryna magick me!


Thank you.


What do you think?


First I need to get you out of these restraints. Then find your way to our camp - you'll be safe there.


Killed by his own nurses. Not a treatment I'd be eager to sign up for.


But for all his sins, he brought you back to me. Are you all right?


I don't need your lip. Boys. <i>Crush her.</i>


Better not die on me.


Invoco te<br>v2


Wait - why did my collar just vibrate?


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


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


One duke murdered, that's bad luck. Two - that's cause for public concern.


I see Gondian propaganda is alive and well. We match the High House of Wonders in design. Innovation. <i>Brilliance.</i>


Dormant. I should search nearby.


No, no. Not here. Not now. The tyrant must fall first.


Care to explain why you reek of the Hells?


Closed Mouth Effort v4


<i>Htak'a!</i>


A dead elf? This must be the druid Halsin.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


*You belong with dark stone and black iron. There is work to be done.*


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


We need to get out of here - <i>now.</i>


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


<i>Istik </i>- I will wait in the underground. Seek me when you have the Hammer in hand.


Lae'zel is still back there. Should I just abandon her?


I DON'T HEAR A THING, SIR JAILOR, EXCEPT FOR THE GENTLE CRACKING OF MY RIBS


I take it this business of yours won't keep you with us?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Nice as it is, you still don't have the best hair in the camp.


I am Viconia DeVir. The House of Grief is mine. But what lies beneath... that belongs to my mistress, and that is where you must go.


Ungh. Nick my boots and patch my wounds? An odd trade - but I'll take it.


But the curse is at its strongest between here and there. You won't even <i>reach</i> the tower unless you can survive the darkest shadows.


<i>It's vulnerable, but not defeated. Use the portal - we will bring it down together.</i>


You know what makes a mermaid blush, right?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Let's take a gander.


The road to Baldur's Gate is long.


<i>Oh no - Astarion, you're burning up. Take cover, quickly!</i>


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Resisto venenum!


Your god took her mind, cultist. So Bareki took her head, and I burned the flesh from her bones.


For the divine appointees of Ao, even death can be overcome.


Aid is coming.


Nulla salus!


What just happened? Where <i>am</i> I?


Thank you. Goodbye, new friend.


Make them think twice...


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


Well now - gonna have to take that lying tongue from ya!


You have but to ask, and we can grant you a moment of pleasure.


Look who's 'ere. The little party-pooper. At least let me enjoy the beer.


You should be more careful.


*You feel her grasp within your thoughts for familiar, roiling zealotry. It finds no purchase.*


Better avoid unfriendly eyes.


Clustered fires and tents. An army has gathered - best keep my distance.


Irretio in sphaera!


Pave my path with corpses. Build my castle with bones.


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


Effort v4


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Astarion's pale cheeks are a bit pinker than before. He looks positively - alive.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Thank you, friend. I am grateful for your compassion.


Victory v4


Pro: freedom. No more pact, no more hellbound soul. Con: killing off his own father, Baldur's Gate's most beloved duke, and forever altering the city's future.


My mistress can be <i>so</i> capricious.


Is that... yes! His hallucinations made real.


<i>Its will is weakening - the brain is almost defeated!</i>


Ah. The guildmaster wishes to see us, does she? Better we call on her home than she call on ours. Lead, then.


And you had no idea? After Marcus vouched for you at the gate, he didn't confide in you?


Claw marks and spells. Is this Halsin's doing? Did he return to the grove?


Rest in peace, my friends. I hope a better life awaits you.


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


Thou roach-mocked jester.


The job description doesn't include 'be an arsehole', Thauniel. Relax.


I sense more in you than you know. Why?


*You are not the last of your name. Not yet.*


Just what I need.


No clue where the stump's hiding. But she's got what you need.


Of course - this is Fytz. One of my old mates from the neighbourhood. We grew up together, moved to the Lower City together, even worked together for you-know-who.


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Don't worry - I have things under control. For now.


Any advantage we can get!<br>


If this goes ahead, her luck will run out rather quickly.


Forget it - it's blocked from behind.<br>


*You notice the gnome slip a lockpick into his pocket.*


And what're you doin' 'ere with that stink on yer face? Humans, think they can do whatever they want.


Well - if you <i>insist.</i>


Stupefacio!


No. It belonged to another. But that is not for you to concern yourself with.


Something tells me it'll take more than a few twists to break that box open.


They make the best servants.


<i>The Blushing Mermaid. Not my preferred drinking hole, dear readers.</i>


Do you not have eyes? The refugees.


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


Volo non fugia!


The forge is guarded by something vulnerable to a 'hot hammer'. Might be useful - or gibberish.


And in its wake, it tramples everything. / We'll kill the rest, so that the one can thrive.


Find me later, and I will show you something truly divine. I will show you what a crown like this could mean for <i>both </i>of us.


*Convinced that you're harmless, he turns his attention back to the corpse.*


Got yourself in trouble?<br>


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


Victory<br>


Hurt Armor Piece Destroyed<br>var 2


*With sudden clarity, you realise it's the symbol of Orpheus - a forgotten hero from the tales of your youth.*


Let me guess - you need something.<br>


Nocturnus!


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I love you. But I can't be with you. Not the way I wanted.


It won't turn on its own kind. Of <i>course.</i>


Every step into the darkness leads us away from the crèche. Do not lose sight of our prize.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


You'd think devil spawn would put up a better fight, wouldn't ya? It's like they didn't even wanna live.


Elenna Thrinn... sergeant... Absolute...


And Figaro... I'll let the family know.


Huh. Burning those into just anyone now, are they?


Es praedae mei!


Tonight, Boo dines on foe-flesh.


Of course, in walked the housekeeper. Screaming, yelling, panic, and before you knew it: fire everywhere.


For what you said while I was in front of that vile drow.


The lady that sent me here's the cruellest drow I ever met. You could learn a thing or two from her.


Leave that alone! This is a crime scene, not an antiques auction.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


Whatever that thing is, it's not Thulla. She was the liveliest of us.


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


Cuckles <br>v4


Don't bleed out on me.


It would be wise to return to him and pledge an oath of allegiance before he declares us enemies of the peace.


You kill 'im?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Wouldn't mind sleeping under a roof for once. Let's find the innkeeper. We're worth it.


Stuck? That's not good.


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


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Corpora sana!


Need to learn the hard way?


I must act.


Stuck in place, I see.


Your authority is my law.


Anything of use?


All right, all right - normally, we'd stick you foreign types in the spider pit.


You must feel like a kobold took a crap in your skull. Never seen anyone so drunk, and I used to patrol the docks by the Blushing Mermaid.


<i>Careful</i>, thats -


What happens if they attack before we get the signal?


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Happy to assist a friend.


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


Ready.


This bear was young, judging by the teeth. Juveniles aren't so impressive as trophies.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


When the time is proper. I do not know that hour any more than dost thou.


Indeed it does. Did you never experience such delights with Mystra?


I don't... I didn't <i>mean</i> to leave them. Leave me, please.


Nine Hells!


Prefer human meat myself. Juicier. Yer makin' me salivate just standin' there.<br>


Embracing your illithid self may give us the greatest chance of dominating the brain, and taking control.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Then just trust me a little longer - this is almost over.


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


Et alibi!<br>v3


Well, we're not getting in this way.


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


Any word on the search for the artefact, <i>ra'stil</i>?


Non movere!<br>v2


Keep it down! Yes, it's my stash, but it's not - I wasn't - I just needed the gold.


We'd make better strangers.


Ugh.


More fun than Ravengard, for sure.


*You see other mind flayers arranged in a serene circle. Absolute unity. Absolute <i>power</i>.*


In ordinary circumstances I'd appreciate her generosity more fully, but... well, I prefer to be here for when she changes her mind.


Agilius!


Time for some bloody work.


That Orphic Hammer could be crucial... we may have to try and get our hands on it.


Barbarian Idle Roars


Sounds like it. What did you make of it?


More of an illithid, in your case.


Are you gonna search the barn or what?


Of course! Obedience is your only hope. Now stand still...


Can't read this script.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


All right, I'm coming!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Note this trunk of lies.


You are free to throw away your life in any way you choose.


It's probably filled with those foul, wriggling things.


What... what happened?


Mercenaries... Absolute unites...


It's a soul, wrapped up in a terrible iron package. Don't ask whose, because I don't know.


If this is your end, face it with the courage you have shown in your life, Karlach.


That's Arabella's father - or <i>was </i>Arabella's father.


Two of us, two of you. Four gorgeous people.


Take it one step at a time, Nettie. Come on.


We tracked them to this ancient village only to be faced with a man we killed and buried over a century ago.


Oh, the <i>General</i> voice. Is this where we salute?


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


Keep to the lobby please, saer - no going below without a vault pass.


These fellows fought to the last. Between fight or flight, they picked the wrong response.


Can hardly lambast the place if you're here. My readers will <i>revolt</i>.


You're not getting sentimental, are you? I thought you were with me on this.


How are you both humble <i>and </i>attractive? It's just not fair, nor will my honour allow it.


It's done - good.


But there is more of her work to be done. More of her foes to be cast down.


Get me close enough to the central mechanism, and I can shut down the whole foundry. But first, our families must be safe.


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


Gold. It's all about profits, my love.


Very well.


Hunting shadows in a temple for a hundred years <i>was</i> a break.


Attack Critical<br>var2


'Praise be to Mother Gith, Queen of the One Sky! Praise be to your son Orpheus, the True Heir, Prince of the Comet!'


They're not attacking. Must think I'm one of them.


Attack<br>var 4


The missing stone must be nearby.


Hm - what was that?


Viconia DeVir. If only Shar would bless <i>me</i> with the forgetting of your face.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


Absolute followers, seized by the curse. Foes all the same.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Search these corpses for a map, and beware the skies. <i>We are watched.</i>


I'll kiss it better later.<br>


Speak not with me - it is Lady Orin who seeks your presence.


Good work. Thought we had a fight on our hands.


Hope this ends well.<br>


Did I say you could die?


It's ready to go. Time to get to work.


I suppose it was too much to hope we were going to be cured here and now. To Moonrise, then.


Look at her - she's a proper adventurer. And if we got hurt Mol would be <i>really </i>mad at us.


I trust you more than most, but I'm sorry - that's too much to ask. This is <i>my </i>responsibility.


Mig join up for food. If god is made of meat... it all make sense now.


Oh - I don't. I asked the same favour of Lady Orin.


Haha. Wait. Are you serious?


I know what this is. You're... you're one of <i>them</i>. Both of you.


My men have seen enough.


No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!


Come on, get up!


What would suit the occasion? The words to a lullaby, perhaps?


That smell... Despair, desperation - prisoners!


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


Fog?!


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


The saviour Asharak mentioned in his last message. Well met.


He has twice the kills you did at that age. He knows the seven major arteries, the blind spots - everything.


Face me!


Victory v2


They say not to go poking bears. Perhaps we should apply that to oxen.


I can keep going a little longer, now.


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


Who's stomping around up there?


Refreshing.


Yehehueh! Enjoyin' yerself? Sun ain't too bright in those beady little eyes?


Thank you, magic!


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


This way.


I don't blame you - but I will if you won't have some of the leek soup it looks like I'll be making for next time.


*Joy floods through you. You were dazed on the nautiloid. But now you are truly awake, <i>alive</i>.*


We lost him back at the ruins - whole place is crawling with gobbos.


You ever get bored of standing in this alley?


*Even though you bear the horns of a devil, the patriars and people will recognise your claim.*


But whatever you do, a word of advice: do not listen to that false butler.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Seems like a good moment to talk.


Non compos mentis!


I like your way of thinking. Split any takings we find?


I wouldn't have looked to a drow for help, but I'm grateful all the same. I'm Zevlor.


YES!


If you take those boots to Sergeant Thrinn, she'll owe you.


*What will the histories tell of Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard? Will you be called a man of mercy, or a tyrant? Will Baldur's Gate glow as a jewel, or be made a mockery?*


*It appears to be a depiction of a comet.*


'Perfect'.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


This blade's wicked look matches its deeds - poor Father Lorgan.


Flagello!


Pick up a copy and read all about it!


I am fond of Baldur's Gate, in spite of it's failings. It's the perfect place for Lady Shar's faith to take hold.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


<i>A wise decision, and a humble one.</i>


*That voice - it's oddly familiar to you. But why?*


The brain must be close...


Gela!


Snore
zzZzz
v2


A child is dead. I betrayed the circle's trust. We will stop the rite and I will stand trial.


They're legends among the regulars. Almost myths. Tell them they're your gift from the Mamzell - and let them show you why.


Be you the deluge, turn away.
Be you the hero, answer true:
Are you worthy?


Dodge
v2


Is that so? Yes, I see... A brief and superficial incantation, cast by only the crudest of magicians.


Gods, I hate the Hells.


I gave you my faith, and you called me traitor. I gave you my life, and you ordered your knights to hunt me.


I've already defied Mystra. Had I followed her command, there'd be nothing left of me but a smoking crater.


*The console appears dormant.*


It's simple - I have a mission. It need not concern you - and as long as you don't interfere, it'll bring you no harm.


You don't recall all the wrong you wrought at the Temple, champion of the underworld. But one matter is undeniable:


Eiecto te!<br>v3


Help is at hand.


Kiai<br>Var 4


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


Lice-ridden cur!


You are weak, my child. You are a small, pathetic little boy who never amounted to anything.


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


No use digging here.


Fair enough. Let me try again, with a little fun thrown in. How'd you like to help me kill some evil bastards?


Step-parry-swing, and lunge.


No - the abomination shall witness our <i>vengeance</i>! Refocus your efforts!


Don't group me with the likes of them!


Another parasite - collect it. It might be useful.


Argh! Boo is feeling exhausted. And so is Minsc. It smells of necrotic magic.


No pissin' or shittin'. If ya break it, ya pay for it. Any fightin' and Captain Grisly will shank ya. Got it?


Should steel myself first.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Minsc - he seemed to believe that doppelganger was truly Jaheira. A sure sign he's being manipulated.


This plane is a blister of corruption.


You are its thrall. But worry not - I will save you from this fate. I will give you the release of <i>death</i>.


<i>I trust you. And I did what I needed to earn your trust too. </i>


I won't keep you waiting.


Victory<br>


Kill them, for me. Then I will take the memories away from you again. Loss will heal you, and you will be my right hand, at last.


<i>This thing in my chest is his doing. The past decade of Hell - all cause of him.</i>


You know, I could've used a few friends. Pity that won't be any of you.


<i>Awaken your undead servants, Astarion!</i>


Maybe. Thanks for... talking and stuff.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I was scouting the hills nearby. Got too close to a gnoll.


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


I can't - please -


But thou wert not the only one to pursue a greater destiny.


*...Before it retreats out of reach.*


You won't see me again.


Heavy is the heart that bears the orb. My friend is well, but for how long?


Yes. Yes we should. I feel like I'm about to <i>blow </i>in more ways than one.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


Companion. COMPANION.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Thank you - a thousand times, thank you.


Aaah! Master! I'm sorry, I'm ever-so sorry to forget my other duties! What a wretch I am! I'm not even worthy of being your scullery maid.


*Her expression is a pure lack of intent - she is impossible to read.*


Pay no mind to it. We have been with you, always. And always by your side, we will remain.


There's been a misunderstanding! I'm telling the truth!


Gale. Minsc worries you might send a fireball up his butt, with all of this stringy hair in your face.


Oh pish! I'm great at being your <i>friend</i>. And that's all that matters! Friendship! Yay!


It's decided. Let's go.


As you wish. Minsc will listen - but Boo will <i>watch.</i>


Well, at least you're getting to know him a little better.


Be right there.<br>


Ad vitam aeternam!


To the hunt!


What to choose?<br>


And speaking of - <i>how </i>are we alive...?


Karlach. Why does that name ring a bell? Hmm. Perhaps I read it in a book somewhere.


Her Guild is a shambles. The cult broke them in a matter of days - but not the Zhentarim.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I feel how you are weighed down. Responsibility. The mistakes of the past. The concerns of the future. The Unburdening can ease all of these.


The Ebonlake. I wouldn't go sticking your hand in.


This is out-and-out madness.


Swords up, children. It's the Blade of Frontiers!


So do I.


Don't cause any trouble, all right? It's not worth it.


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


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Inficio!


I'm glad you still think we have the luxury of being picky. Let's just hope another option presents itself...


Better pick my next target wisely.


Handing that crown to this devil would be like feeding gunpowder to a lava worm. Agree to <i>nothing</i>


Whatever the case, I suggest you slip back into his arms and out of my sight.


Phew! Wouldn't mind shacking up in a place like this.


After our chat at Sharess' Caress, I thought it best to polish off the bottle I had started. I started coming over all woozy...


Listen, you!


Tonitrus!


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Effort v7


Are you sure? Alan can be a bit much.


Without me, Harpers, Flaming Fist, everyone intent on stopping Ketheric is <i>dead</i>.


It's just ahead. It's... it's <i>huge.</i>


Careful, there's a trap here.


Where to next?


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


A keyword - this'll help us get what we need from the Archive.


... strangers... killers...


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


Eyes to the floor, or I'll remove them.


Use the Emperor, as it would use you. Or discard it. My days of doubting you are done.


Torre!


Seems this forge was most coveted, and for good reason.


For the queen!


Good. Reckon we can brave a few nights without lamp-light if it means burning these buggers.


Let's get it over with.


Damn these stones. We did not come this far, spilled so much blood, just for them to fail us.


Let's do this.


This army of the Absolute is growing, and flowing towards Moonrise. There's worse than goblins on the roads now.


Making my move!


A successful procedure, Shar be praised!


Another one.


White  paint and blood on the finger tips? This must be Dribbles' hand.


I used the Chosen, while they thought they used me. But the orders are now mine to give.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Nothing but dirt.


Farewell.


For us, destroying evil is a simple choice. We are born to do it - trained to do it.


Never thought I'd be the one to destroy a crèche. And get away with it.


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


And your intelligence. Your presence here is a threat to the survival of the hostages inside the Iron Throne.


What are they doin'? Hidin' in trees? We'll smoke 'em out no problem.


<i>You will be dominated, enthralled. It will be the end of you, the end of me.</i>


What manner of fiend holds a feast in a place like this?


<i>We must find it, before the brain breaks free.</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Like what?


Coinmaiden smile on you.


I know what you did. Spilled my grandfather's crimson... He was mine. He showed me how to slice and slit. He guides my daggers still.


Of course <i>I</i> will be. As if there was any doubt.


A new face! Looking for another chapter of dirty lore for your biography?


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


I don't know if I can ever restore Silvanus' peace to this place.


May the gods take you first.


Y'know, I hear we got one like you roastin' back at camp.


On my way.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


That's... Well, that's very kind of you. If the roles were reversed I don't know if I'd have your patience.


Effort v11


I hope her bite is equal to her bark.


I'm glad you aren't considering such a ridiculous proposition. You've a good head on your shoulders, Mr Dekarios. No matter what anyone says.


Another githyanki disc, marked with <i>tir'su</i>.


Better be cautious.


I don't like him, mummy. He looks weird.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Then I'm sorry, but I can't. You're too dangerous.


Voco murus!


*Angleiron blades are EXTREMELY SHARP (obviously), and WILL CUT YOU if mishandled. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!*


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


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


Don't worry about us. I'll stab anyone who sneaks in.


Sh-sh-shh. Such a familiar tone.


Work and die... In her name... <i>Absolute...</i>


Even the most loyal of companions needs his rest. Sleep on, Scratch.<br>


No fish, only chicken, beef, and vegetals. No pork either.


You wound me, sweetie. My offer will put that little pact of yours to shame.


Attack<br>var 3


If they move freely, they must have a Moonlantern. Let's have a little war with that convoy and claim the spoils.


I knew it. You coward. You ingrate!


No keyhole. Must be another way in.<br>


Most excellent.


Wait. Bollocks.


Welcome back!


Come on. Up!


You just gotta chase the chicken through the course to the posts there, right?


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


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


Let us leave this place. Your Prism - and its <i>occupant - </i>are safe-guarded for now.


No, no, no...


What is this place? The extent of the corruption here is... almost impressive. I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>