<i>Fools.</i> As if the promise of any amount of gold would make them Dame Aylin's equal.


The novel's protagonist is <i>such</i> a basic choice, Morgan.


I do hope you have partaken of something bracing? This may well take us all night.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Aradin didn't make it? Pity - but he might've got more of my people killed, if not for you.


Watch that tongue, petal. I <i>bite</i>.


Premium trinkets and doodahs!


I do not know you, wizard, and I do not know this 'orb'.


Excellent armour - strange place to find it.


Hurt Critical


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


I didn't escape the Hells to lose my soul to another evil. I can't be part of this anymore.


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


Veni et iuva me!


Yes, or no.


Now they stand poised to save the city. I can think of no champion more worthy.


Besides, I have someone else to nibble on. And they are <i>delicious</i>.


Nature has gifted me a gentle touch...


W-what do you want to know?


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Now that's a better question. Seven thousand spawn, from ancient conquests to stolen children...


<i>Agh! </i>This thing won't yield its contents easily...


*Your daring escape has run its course. It's the chopping block for you.*


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


The zaith'isk... Tsk - tsk - tsk'va! I hate that you speak the truth.


No, it doesn't.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Almost... there!


Then what? You going to kill the entire Zhentarim next? Good luck, prick.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


How far you have fallen.


It was a long time ago. I was a foolhardy young druid, intent on seeing the beauty of nature's unworldly fauna and subterranean glow for myself...


Laughter


'Her'. Fascinating. You've been to Shar's temple, haven't you? To the Shadowfell?


And I thank you for your hospitality.


He never fed us. All we've ever known is hunger.


Raid 'ard, party 'arder, tha's what I say... ain't no dishgrace in tha'.


At least we draw breath still, thanks to the Emperor.


*You sense a flicker of doubt - brief, but enough. For an instant, the godly presence falters.*


Whatever it is, if it's important enough to send Elminster, we can be damned sure she's serious.


You know about Ol' Cholms, right? The gigantic snapping turtle in Grey Harbour? Ah, never mind. <br>


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


How to proceed, I wonder.


A sweeter sight still, the world those ships might make if you plied them between the planes. Interplanar learning, trade...


*You recall the sharp, complex lines of the script - it was written in the language of the Hells.*


Some room then, if you please.


Don't think about trying anything. I'll fight back.


Cresceat scientia!


No time for mercy.


You city thugs are all the same. I'll protect my family with my life if I have to!


All those campfires - there's a whole army of creatures out there. Better keep my distance.


*You consider your kin, dead by your hand.*


Then it gets so dark. I woke up here. Like this.


*Blessed by Tiamat, the flame of the Dragon Queen seems to roar in your breast like fire in a furnace. Let your enemies beware!*


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


I shall help you, my heart.


Zarys was looking for this chest. Whatever it holds must be valuable.


The sooner someone deals with Moonrise, the quicker we can leave.


Compliance. Just as it should be.


*... it's <i>furious. </i>Rage blazes within it. Tear. Hunt. <i>Kill.*</i>


Its light holds off every shadow. Keep close to the creature, lest the shadows devour us.


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


The choice is made. No room for regrets.<br>


Which means you are either a halfwit, or you think I am.


Voco flagella!


Hold on. I was askin' you sumfin', wasn't I?


I cannot take much more of this.


Consider your predicament.


Hope you're closer to some answers, Bhaalspawn. Did you find the tribunal?


A beautiful death.


But tell me I'm wrong, and the matter can rest. I do not wish to sour our friendship, but I have to know if it can be something more.


*You've been caught lockpicking. Better surrender, or risk losing your hand.*


Ugh. This place brings back unwelcome memories of a tadpole slipping behind my eye...


I offer you a chance to avenge this murderer's victims. Will you take it?


Closed Mouth Effort v7


At least the shadow curse was not allowed to claim these dead.


Classic Pluck Cliffgate. Harsh but honest. He may be right - but then again, he may not. Only one way to find out, huh?


Each door's named after a famous wizard.<br>


Kill! Kill! Kill again!


Holy hells.


Captain said you're one of us now. So, far as I'm concerned, you're part of the crew, mate. Welcome to the 'Maid.


You're the first person I've spent any significant time with in a year or more. Spending time in your company, I realise that I may have left behind the greater part of my wit, and sensitivity, in my tower.


I'll take the pain away.


Since my master brought me back... this place smells wrong. His family is gone, replaced by bootlickers and beasts.


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


Ah, I do wish I could understand you!


Not enough to rob me, you're gonna take every copper I have, is it? I'd rather go down <i>fighting</i>.


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


Then again, maybe she'll just leave you here. Far from home, with an infernal engine for a heart, slowly burning you to ash from the inside.


<i>And rightly so. You are better now than you've ever been. </i>


You made a mockery of me, you little shit - besting me in my own home. Did you think I would simply walk away?


Might amble over to the Elfsong later. Alan didn't mean <i>'barred'</i> barred.


Ouch, ouch, OUCH.


*You feel something strange - like a kind word and a kind touch at the same time. It's warm and comfortable.*


Let's not make a habit of this.


Excellent - be sure not to kill him before he talks.


Heh.


But my friends, all of us, we'll die without help!


Ale me!<br>v2


What did ya get there?


It's cold in this... grave. The shadows darken. Some horror is at hand.


Good question. And easy enough, in my case. I'm afraid of dying with regrets. Of living small and giving up the ghost before I've done what I came here to do.


Sa'varsh Kethk made us clean their armour and... I found it, inside one of the breast plates.


I was there the day it all fell apart. Entire cities plummeted from the sky, like angels with broken wings.


<i>Agh! </i>This thing won't yield its contents easily...


Um. Gotta go now.


Fah. Thought I'd have to breathe my last in Nere's stink.


Arrows, shackles, and gnome-sized tracks. Someone left this place in a hurry.


Much better, Tomelia! A little bloody for our tastes, but you're getting there.


Weak


You betrayed our Lord by ignoring his Chosen. I -


But - I don't want to talk about this now. I've been given a huge gift - I can touch the people I love for the first time in a decade.


Innkeeper's guts spilled out... I wore 'em like a belt. That put the fear in the rest of 'em.


*You're not sure how long your time together lasted, but it was long enough. By the end you felt like you were floating in the dark, utterly at peace.*


Effort v6


You're killing me here, mister. You really are.


I am but a nurse here, the Surgeon... he will be able to examine you in full.


How peculiar.


Insufferable, insolent, scum. I'm going to enjoy this.


You're right. Lingering on this won't do much good.


More importantly, that's the one who saved the cargo, Rugan.


Te video!


Not my first choice.


Don't stop now!


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


So you say. And yet the Absolute demands that I cull them.


Hurt


So bright a warrior needs no <i>looking after</i>. But... Boo and I will have her back, just in case.


You're no help!


Reeks of mugwort. Tastes terrible, but makes some useful potions.


I have worse failings, I fear. Far worse.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Out, foul deformity!


Invigorating, I hope.


You better not be planning on giving her up. Not after everything she's been through.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


Well - if they're not revolted by those hideous horns.


You should have just ran from him. Now you'll die before me instead.


*Not to rule as a tyrant, of course. You don't need a throne - you can rule quietly from the shadows.*


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


This is the spot that's marked on that map.


<i>But I have... an idea.</i>


Hells. What gruesome creature's assailing me now?


Now, as much as I relish standing around and saying all my favourite lines at you, I'd much rather we got to experience each others' <i>full portfolio of talents </i>once again.


What good is a champion who puts himself above the people? What good am I as a politician, just out of reach?


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


Still can't fathom that they hang folk in this city - those gallows get more use than some temples.


*How were you caught off-guard on the nautiloid? What was the crucial mistake?*


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


How could I not crave this? But I don't want it for myself, alone - I want you at my side, willing and wholehearted.


I will! I won't bother you. I'll be real quiet. And I'll cook loads! Thank you!


Hold on, Johl. Let her talk. What would you suggest?


Dying Burning<br>v5


Hells - our time is short. My father is here, and by the living gods, I will free him.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


...Isobel deserves to live. Please - do not harm a hair on her blessèd head.


Her wits are about her - she knows we outnumber her.


Out of my head!


The usurper is dead. So much for 'Circle Glut'.


Hm. Nice.


*Your thoughts become one. She sees the truth of your confrontation in an instant.*


I've heard of this forge... Legends reckon it had some sort of 'protector'.


The catch being the exact definition of redemption in Mystra's eyes, and the labour you must undertake in order to attain it.


Fiat lux!


I make no apologies for knowing what is important to me.


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


Come here... please!<br>


I can't believe that worked. These shadows really do twist people.


I need to get back to work, but stick around - you brighten the place up.


Harsh. Not the family type then, I take it?


An unbeknownst command that I cannot fulfil.


All that fighting over this chair - and now there's no one left to sit in it.


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


Won't even have to chew you before I feed you to my son, <i>softmeat</i>.


Locked. Best find another way in.


Venenum!


That's that settled.


Jar's broken - good.


Indeed.


You talk too much.


Looks like you need a little help.


Closed Mouth Effort


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


These boots have seen everything.


At once.


So many pods.


Yeah, Cyrella. Pleaaaase?


You all right?


Some destinies require sacrifice. Do as you must.


'Apostle's final form?' Either Ketheric's got a flair for poetry, or he's planning some ghastly ritual.


Good. We don't have a chance unless we stick together - not while the Gondians' metal monsters are patrolling the streets.


Their worst nightmare.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


I'm... speechless. Wow. Just... just wow.


*With the offending articles out of sight, the bird is back at ease. No harm done.*


I never said it did! I just wanted you to <i>understand. </i>


That sounds... novel. What is it that protects you?


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


A book of death magic. Let's see what spirits lurk within.<br>


Art thou certain?


And turnips. But you are no turnip. Let that be of comfort, in your final moments.


Certainly not! In case you haven't been paying attention, my <i>friend </i>has been taken <i>captive</i>. He needs me.


Here it comes.


Uh... not that I want to die by your hand, of course. I'll leave - risk the roads - say goodbye to the city forever.


Doesn't do much - maybe there's another close by?


And all the grown-ups and everyone will be all right.


Allying with that maggot-infested wretch makes my skin crawl, but if he can help us to secure the relic, so be it.


Everything must be clean. Everything must be <i>perfect</i>.


*You set your eyes on the various formulas and copious notes.*


Stabilio!


In a spot of bother, hmm?


Come to me, darling. Where does it hurt?


Were it not for you, this redcap would have been the end of us. Here - a token for your bravery, though it is but small against such a monumental deed.


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


A small remembrance... from one who can scarcely remember. Rest well.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Get your hands off me, worm.


We hear you! Stay where you are!


This place is trapped.


Victory<br>


Another. A mere hatchling could do finer work.


This isn't over yet - we need to pursue Ketheric Thorm.


That was most of them - time to press on.


All the great chasers are dead. Runny Cob. Splitfoot. Tark the Toe-Nail. Legends.


Judging by his uniform he's someone of import - he was here, fresh from the shadows, when Isobel banished the curse here.


Not a hope.


Careful, don't drop anything.


My first visit to the undercity. A haven for undead, or so my tutors said.


Scratch really gave that ball life.


Begone! I must admire Isobel's fulsome beauty away from prying eyes.


Here.


Proper inspiration.


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


A portentous arrival then. Your inheritance awaits - one you feel you've earned ten times over, I don't doubt.


Light on my feet.


Ain't had a customer yet anyway.


*You rest with the knowledge that you are being watched over. Or indeed, guarded.*


Let's hit the road, Memnos. I'm sick of this place.


A pact made with Raphael will surely bring nothing but misfortune, as much as I would like to be proven wrong.


Effort v5


<i>(Whisht! These books are </i>sensitive<i>. They prefer an environment of quiet reverence.)</i>


*Your worship of Lady Shar, out in the open at last. You managed to keep the secret from those around you for so long... but no more.*


That's odd. The flame won't go out.


Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a dead high priest to see to.


Effort v2


<i>You ever talk to a dead squid? Now's your chance.</i>


Hee hee, good! Ahem. Scanning now. Looks like no violations on your record, citizen. You may go!


Whatever that light is - the Harpers and Flaming Fist can deal with it. We'll follow once it's safe.


*Your brain hurls an image towards you. Your own head-blood gushing down in front of your eyes.*


Worth a try. I really ought to free Scratch.<br>


<i>Drugnin' </i>liars. Wouldn't know truth if it slapped you broadside.


W-what?


This must be for that chest.


Let me give you a hand.


Ah, I remember this wine. A paralysis agent - and a poor vintage, besides.<br>


If you desire to see the might of my people, you will not be disappointed.


Why would someone do that? Why would someone destroy my lute?


A secret lair? I can't begin to imagine what Mystic Carrion was getting up to in here.


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


This vessel's service lies with those of great import. Thou art not.


*An altar to Shar. It appears to seek pray, and a blood offering - your blood.*


As do I, little mouse. Your flesh, my supper. Your blood, my wine. Your soul, my plaything.


Give her a moment.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Gods, you're right. Something's wrong with her.


What's the safest path?


Yes, my child! More for Loviatar! MORE!


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


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


I saw it, too. Gith on the hunt. They know something...


You're close enough to see the light go out behind their eyes.


Don't give me trouble now.


-other-
             -else-
                          -ABERRATION?-


Sorry, Halsin. We tried. If you've got something to say, you'll have to say it from the great beyond now.


All that matters is how we're gonna get out - us and the tieflings both. An Ironhand leaves no one behind.


Stars and moons like that dwarf's poem said. And these plates can be turned.


Bodies for the harvest!


Barbarian Idle Breaths


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


Their collection of rare tomes is unparallelled. Netherese texts are hardly commonplace, but I'm certain they'll have one or two stashed away.


Is that why they threw you out? Because you didn't like their forms?


<i>They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!</i>


Hurt Critical<br>var2


I give you my solemn vow - should <i>any </i>of us show signs of weakening to the worm, or any other evil, Boo will slaughter us all in our beds.


Wouldn't want to be caught unawares down here.


Please, leave me to my memories, if you wouldn't mind.


Something's on my mind.


He paid the ultimate price, to save our lives. That should count for something, Lae'zel.


Nice and quiet now.


<i>Tharr'dakz. Fargh'nul kreth'nar da'droth</i>. My daughter. Sweet Obelia, what have they done to you?


You spherical git.


I'm not sure how much time we have left, but I'm not going to wait to find out.


Minsc's skull has been split many times. But never with quite a sting such as <i>this</i>.


Then again, my track record is... well. Discouraging.


Bloody mimics. More fool me for taking things at face value.


Shht! Don't <i>tell </i>him!


<i>Booyahg</i> - the goblin word for magic. Primitive to a fault, but not entirely without merit.


Bet you need a hand.<br>


The map shows the tunnels under the Open Hand temple. But why is the dead priest's name written there?


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


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


Quod dico face!<br>v2


I abandoned my prince for you - and for a path of our making, away from the Astral.


I'm doing my utmost to get through these crime reports. I'll be with you as soon as I can!


<i>I freed you from the nautiloid, prevented you from crashing to your death. I have protected you ever since - at no small cost to myself. </i>


Enough already.


Yaaaaay! Friends! This is the best day of Naaber's life.


To rebuke the Lord of Murder... You travel with a fool, a wastrel.


Still breathing, despite everything.


Pipe down!


Pft, that privilege is not yours to earn.


She will see her failure to seduce you as a stain on her honour. I know I would.


Gods - we're not back, are we?


You are being LIED TO.


What's in here...?


Hurt Critical


Can't make heads nor tails of the rest of it.


Mushrooms - poisonous, if memory serves.


Feel its power, the Butcher is hungry. You, me - all meat.


Wyll sacrificed his own father to be free of the pact. Remarkable resolve, if you can harden your heart. The Nightsinger would approve.


Don't get all high and mighty with me, I hear the potions jingling in your pack. Don't talk to me.


*The corpse is an empty husk once more. The monk, liberated from madness, is finally at peace.*


Cleric of the moon, alas! Too soon for the Chosen.


To Gortash!


Shadowheart... she's dead. What happened?


Hells - I need to get to the helm before this ship falls apart.


Gods, you have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.


Falling


I need you to focus, all right? The plan cannot fail.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Well now, gonna 'ave to be more specific than that. We're drownin' in True Souls 'ere, we are.


Hey.


No! He may have changed, but he is still my master. I cannot let you pass.


Oh? And what else do you find to be fair?


Hope this ends well.<br>


Did he, now? Let me guess: the snivelling brat's failed his duty. Nothing if not expected.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


I hope you have other family to provide you some comfort as you mourn.


I knew I could count on you. It's that killer instinct I love so much.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


Well? Brave enough to take on the chicken?


A bewinged cat...? Hairballs raining from the sky - a frightening prospect, Boo.


Do it.


Could've been beautiful. Probably was, once.


My teacher, Lihala. She loved dancing. Had two left feet, mind.


Oh, but she seems such a delight! Let her stay, at least for the night.


True Soul, ma'am. A present, straight from the battlefield.


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


There, he amassed an army, seeking to become a god himself. Under his stewardship, the Bhaal Temple was revived, and with it, the Bhaal cult itself.


The tentacle has taken him below - if I'm to end the bastard, I've got to follow.


I am free. Never to be captured again.


Is that a golden tooth?


This blade is - shadowed. I can feel the darkness living within it.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


These Sharrans erase the personality of all those who threaten them. Just another miserable cult.


I hope the Watchers are repaired soon. They're a touch intimidating, but I did feel rather safe with them about.


You have my attention.


First step is the hardest.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


The Absolute calls us all to Her design. Your family will answer - eventually.


What are you doing? Stop - get out of my head!


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


Curious.


I think the danger's passed, but my head's still spinning. I'll leave when I'm steadier on my feet.


Lady Mizora told me everything. How you slaughtered your own father, how you crave his power.


That's Gortash, isn't it?


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


Voco potentia!


The Blade's got you!


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


I'll get you moving again.


Bring me their heads!


Time to talk.


Talk to me later. We've got more pressing matters to see to right now.


Free. I never thought I would be, believed I could be, <b>hoped</b> I might be.


Where the hells are we?


You felled a githyanki ally as they attempted to defend me.


<i>What?</i> Yeah it is! Love a run, me.


C'mon - I'll tell the guards what's wot.


I don't care what anyone says, I'm going to the <i>circus.</i>


Could the missing letters be over there?


Nothing interesting buried here.


There's power in that staff - I can feel it. Gale will want it, I'm sure.


One touch and this will fall apart.


...and still it draws them in. The safety of numbers. The promise of civilisation. The dream of better.


Allow me to help, please.


*You see an image of blue skies and sunshine as the door shudders a warning - <i>run</i>.*


Blood comes easy these days.


If that is true, the implications are most disturbing.


What's next?


Get out of my feckin' face with that.


Separated in life, united in death. Let's hope they can find peace now.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Well, well. Look what we have here.


So much for Jaheira's Harpers. I can't wait to tell her the news.


When we sent Gandrel after you, we wanted to interrogate you. To discover how to save our children and then destroy you.


Effort v8


I should be humiliated. I should know the shame of defeat. <i>I am Lae'zel -</i>


Viconia - to battle!


I'll tell him how Nere failed, how the Absolute favoured <i>me</i>. He'll promote me to True Soul - I feel it in my bones.


This necklace's sigil was also in the cave. The Harpers have been unusually active here.


It's decided. Let's go.


*You've been caught admiring the cells. Perhaps you'd care to try one out for yourself?*


When I'm done, I'll stop by Basilisk Gate. If you've anything to tell of <i>your</i> investigations by then, I'd love to hear it.


I look at my fellow citizens and wonder, just who can I trust?


Perfect spot for an ambush. Get into position.


Hm. All right.


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


And nor should we. Instead, it falls to us to make sure we control the idea and profit from progress.


That was lesson one, if Liam had only bloody listened.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Wulbren must know their plans. And <i>we </i>must find him.


I should've known. All two-legs are the same!


Better make my next move.


But who knows? Perhaps we'll meet again. Though hopefully not after being abducted. Be good. And if you can't be good... just don't get caught.


You don't need to ask twice, <i>jargh.</i>


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Maybe they like being restrained?


Such an elaborate trial - the sort Vlaakith subjects Tu'narath's elders to, should they grow too decadent.


A replica devil skull. A little large for most parlours, I think.


The Moonlantern. It must be.


*Gortash studies you carefully in turn. He is shrewd and headstrong, and he expects the same of you.*


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Hhheh! Whatever calls you.


Done and done. The editor will be in for a surprise.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


An opening in the metal. That mould should fit perfectly.


The people of Faerûn will be well served with you as their champion.<br>


More tremors. And I doubt they'll be the last.


Whatever its source, the Slayer form is a weapon like any other. And if you mean to master it, I know where you must go.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Though the orb still seems to offer our best hope of destroying the brain, I retain some hope that another, less costly solution can be found.


<i>We may look different, but to the elder brain we are already the same - thralls in its design. </i>


Come, child of Bhaal. Offer thanks unto your father for your birth, and in so doing, be reborn anew.


Cazador promised you your freedom? And you believed him?


Something's wrong - this feels like a trap.


The flower motif over on the flophouse - its the same as on that key. Might be worth a look.


Efforts


That drider's mad as a box of gremishkas.


Pack up your shit and wave Grymforge goodbye.


Victory v2


A third slate written with <i>tir'su?</i> It seems Orpheus' story continues.


Morio!


Everyone's frightened of something. My fear's hardly irrational, when you see the fangs on those things.


No, no, no. Not today.


Te video!


Poxy pissered pervert!


And have you said so? Do they know even one little bit of how you really feel?


I do not share in your fortune - the shadows hunt me. I need a torch.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Can't leave me - new flesh needs to feed.


Ah, bugger off wiv yer attitude. He 'ad it comin' to 'im.


The sooner we're back on solid ground, the better.


When you discovered my true identity, I did not flinch from truth - I never lied to you, not once. I am just like you. We have the same enemy, the same story.


You have a full roster already though. You'll need to leave someone behind.


All that fighting over this chair - and now there's no one left to sit in it.


Dame Aylin does not go <i>anywhere </i>quietly.


A minor hindrance.


Job done. Tidy up, lads - the Guild let this place fall to rot. We Zhentarim won't do the same.


How... Vanra. VANRA.


A dinner date. At first your request confused me. But then, I became curious...


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


Horribilissimus!


May the gods take you first.


Effort


I need new pockets to pick.<br>


Don't want to think about why my eye is itching.


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Now that's not good.


If she trusts in Nine-Fingers - if <i>you</i> do - then so will Minsc. But that means, the things Minsc has done...


No, my friend. If you fear you have a question that Minsc cannot answer, then you can simply ask Boo.


Oh gods, he's at it again.


These plates correspond with the lights above the door - a mechanical riddle of some sort, to gain entry?<br>


Help! Get me out of this thing before the whole building collapses!


Buff


He made it. Now let's just hope he survives what's on the other side.


Locked from the inside.


I've watched urchins freeze to death on the street. It looks peaceful - just like falling asleep.


You may walk free now, but Lord Gortash will soon visit justice upon you and your terrible ilk!


The deathbringer Sarevok. He was made into ash - and from ash, it seems, he rose again.


Dying Panic Fall


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


No use. It's blocked.


Your body's a temple - to an idiot god.


*Your convictions have proven true. This is <i>the </i>Gauntlet of Lady Shar. Perhaps here, you can show yourself to be worthy. A Dark Justiciar, at last.*


Need to find a way forward.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


Vis medicatrix!


The shop-keeper is no innocent purveyor of curios. These are authentic infernal items.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


These webs are everywhere.<br>


Effort v12


My apprenticeship with Lorroakan begins shortly. I <i>cannot </i>be late.


The house matron took an interest in me, and the patron also... They saw me as a novelty, perhaps. I was chained in their bedchamber for nigh on three years.


It's all out in the open now. And with my father dead, I have nothing to fear. Except for Aylin. She needs healing. Rest.


Pieces of armour flecked with blood - it was burst open from within.


Burnt to a crisp.


I want to have a word.


How long do you think we're going to last with a wildcard like that in the party?


Not to mention - they keep gnomes as slaves. Though not for much longer, if I have a say.


I remember this, I'm sure... a true workhorse in turning people to Lady Shar. They'd beg for her embrace.


She's offering a way forward. You would be wise to play along.


Yes, yes, I'm well aware...


You saved our little girl <i>and</i> stopped the ritual. Thank you - we are in your debt.


Is that... a human arm? Do I even want to know?


Our minds are open. Our minds are pure.


A bloody tapestry most excellently woven. You are ready. Claim the hands from your kills.


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


Not unless the drow tells us to.


Not that I'm suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.


Day one: fever and memory loss.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


What? It's true.


You have already enjoyed my ministrations - do not be greedy.


You will grow to like Jaheira's incense in time. Like - chewing herbs and soap, yes?


Maybe we can turn it against Ketheric. Or destroy it.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Yes, Overseer Holzt.


So you <i>can </i>handle yourself. Not bad - those druids really should have known better.


Well well - it's been a while since I've had such discerning custom. Here, you may browse my more... curated selection.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


A Flaming Fist? Someone beat her to a pulp.


It's only fair I stay here and wait for him to awaken.


Mors tua, vita mea!


Dead. Good.


A toast to your kindness! And to Carrion rotting in his grave!


Congratulations, you've just guaranteed that I'm making you and the weepy duo <i>nothing</i>. Get out of my sight.


The damned drow was right. And now she'll be grabbing the glory.


A moment. Nothing more.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Effort v5


Wait - charging off by yourself sounds like a fine way to get killed.


<i>Desiccatio animae.</i>


We need to leave - she might not be dead. I don't even know if she <i>can</i> die.


*To owe your life to a deceitful illithid - you could never have imagined a truth so obscene.*


You new 'ere? You look new. Small... smallish. For a goblin. 'S why you don't know, right?


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Fly, birdie, fly!


Flaming Fist letting Zhent run free? The situation must be grim.


Ye gods, fate's found no shortage of troubles to burden us with.


Complimentary, you say?


AKABI'S WHEEL IS CLOSED TO YOU, VILE CHEESY ONE.


Oh, but you will.


The ogre won't come - I am well out of range.


Stupid eyepatch means nothing - Mol is fine.


'Maybe' is better than 'no' last I checked. I'll take it.


Who were those prayers for? Normally the patron god is obvious - not here.


A rift... Can it be a way inside its mind?


The Blade of Avernus. I can't think of a better man than Wyll to take up the title. It's about time someone stood up to the evil fucks populating the Hells.


Enterprising of you - the others knew of the forge's defences, its operation... but I am the only one who knows its <i>location.</i>


Nor will Minsc, I think. His choices are his own, but he has always been swifter to sniff out rot than I.


Something's on my mind.<br>


Enver... got his... revenge...


Much as we'd love to, the master's orders were very specific.


And no, I don't want another.


Can you smell it? Blood. <i>Fear</i>.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


You are too easily astonished. There is more to this realm than this grassy pebble.


Scroll - escape! My bag! Please. I've dropped it - somewhere!


There's something underneath here...


I'd thought you insufferable.


I can start to do so almost immediately - the wars of late have left many with nowhere to turn... Many lost their families, their homes - some never had them to begin with.


Do not dismiss the truth of dreams out of hand. They can be portentous to quite alarming degrees.


*Nothing sickens you more than a man who is unkillable. But to a veteran deviant such as yourself, it is but a matter of time.*


Effort


Make no mistake. Souls are sold for coins up here as well. All too cheaply, in most cases.


So you <i>do</i> listen.


Here we are - Danthelon's Dancing Axe. Jaheira said this is where the Harpers congregate.


Scat. Can't you see I'm almost busy?<i></i>


You... I want you.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Shout


I haven't got anything else to say to you. Leave me alone - do you think you can manage that?


The tighter the security, the juicier the prize.


Damn this fog.


Got yourself in trouble?


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


Tonitrus!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


*You've seen much of the book, but its most powerful secrets are guarded by indecipherable glyphs. Without a key, they may be locked away forever.*


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


<i>Us. Together. We must leave this place. We must be safe.</i>


It recognised you as being infected? Well now, that's something.


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


I won't let you suffer.


Feathers of the common pigeon variety. Alas, nothing left of the common pigeon they were attached to.


'Unleash'.


Something's off. Pure shadow - around me, inside me.


Effort v9


All mine.<br>


Your money is no good here. If I charged such a charming couple for enjoying good wine...


My prince - may your mother forgive me. And may the githyanki people one day know the freedom they so richly deserve.


Something tore right through these people. They didn't stand a chance.


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


I will only speak with the one in charge.


But - you should keep him...


But why?


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


I heard you, dear one. Whimper, cry, beg - let it all out!


Hot soapy water and a fine-tooth comb - that's all you need. Those lice will be gone in no time.


Whatever your motivation, we're grateful. We've had a tough row to hoe - but thanks to you, we just might make it.


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


I ain't doing this by m'self. Get yer tails up here!


Shhh. Keep it down, I'm trying to listen to the Fists. I need to see if I can start packing up yet.


Damn, that burns.


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


Oh please, Karlach. Let us abandon this cack-handed attempt at solving your problems by fixing hers.


What's happening? Where am I?


Friends? Cowards, more like. Gave them a good blast as cover, and they sat on their bony arses. Done for good with them.


Effort v4


Leave me be!


My soul? I have to give up my soul to become a warlock?


Aqua pura!


*The disc from Crèche Y'llek was distinctly similar to this one. If you can match the symbols, you might find a legible pattern.*


AKABI IS MORE THAN A DJINNI. HE IS THE MOST MAGNIFICENT AND WONDROUS BEING IN THE REALMS. IN FACT -


*The corpse regards you with unrelenting malice.*


'My darling Magron. She wished for the mind of a genius, but the silly head crossed me.'


I need a quick word.


I have an idea, but I'll need your help.


Really? I could've sworn you were an adventurer. You look like an adventurer. And you talk like an adventurer. So you must be an adventurer!


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


<i>Chk.</i>


This does not belong to me.


Shit-swigging ballbag!


I've got you.


<i>I appreciate that. But this is what I am. </i>


Weak


Poor child, so enthralled by gory revenge fantasies. You may find yourself disappointed by reality.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


... all you'd best take is this warning, yeah? Step lightly around here - you're outnumbered.


My blood screams... my mind is breaking...


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


I warned you, softmeat. You don't listen.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


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


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


Circulus mortis!


But it's my top priority, believe me. Anything to take my mind off, well, <i>everything</i>.


So I turn to the scion of Bhaal. You are his dear Lady - he created you to rule.


Enter then. Saw nothing. Know nothing.


This is a vial of wyvern poison. Swear to me you'll swallow it if you feel <i>any </i>symptoms.


That one was strong.


And who're you? 'Nother pest? You're just a little halfling... and ya think ya rule the world. Hah!


Dying Deep Exhale


It will happen.


*Images of illithids torturing and tormenting your people quells the urge to laugh - for now.*


Wait! Before you go, I have a proposal of my own.


Can't afford to let up.<br>


Raphael offered her the world; she didn't want it. He sweetened the deal; she said no. No matter how many times he upped the ante, she just laughed in his face. He didn't like that.


*The Guildhall has one rule: All crime stays in the city streets, where it belongs. Break this rule and you die.*


This is the best day. The <i>best</i> day.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Just make sure to sweeten the deal with plenty of gold.


Give your body to me.


This device requires further examination.


I see you understand.


<i>Don't. You'll only invite his ire. And your own death. </i>


You aren't the first to threaten me. But I know the eyes of a killer when I see them. You mean me no harm. Do you? An experienced cleric can tell such things.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


<i>So be it.</i>


I need to get there - unseen.


We had a deal.


If the child's desperate enough to seek safety in our company, who are we to turn her away?


That symbol, in the blood... what does it mean?


Dust is sparse on that door - looks like it's been in use more recently.


Ah. That's better.


*They sigh and offer to guide you to a nearby refuge.*


My Lady... you are the hero of a sad tale.


But know that if you are open to it, I will not demand commitment of you. Your heart is your own - I just want to share in it.


This... isn't good. How do I get out?


Well. After you.


Lord Gortash has to make some tough decisions to keep this city safe - I hope this rabble understands that.


Loss? It is well-known that the wealthy do not have <i>feelings. </i>I give up on this riddle.


Voco vineae!


Dying Burning<br>v5


I punish evil and minor annoyances equally.


Place the artefact in the planecaster. I'm waiting.


I would sooner open an ogre's innards!


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


That might be worth a look.


Caught... by... goblins... killed... in... fray...


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


A-all right. One...


We will follow, Boo - but not until the sunrise has the vampires snoozing in their upside-down beds.


Does Lae'zel know that? I saw how she looked at you earlier.


An illusory wall. Let's find out what it seeks to hide.


Like I said before, it's not something I can look into in an official capacity, but you...


We ought to seek out other such displays - they may yield more clown parts.


It's a grimace, sweetie. Not off to a great start.


No - <i>Orpheus</i> is the only reason you're still alive. The Emperor is abusing the gith for its own ends.


A jar that grants immortality, hidden inside a zombie. It's almost poetic.


*Mystra's conclusion is based on a flawed assumption. The orb cannot be the only means of destroying the Absolute, though she may think it the most convenient.*


My hamster, he thirsts for justice. DRINK DEEP, BOO!


Can't slow down.


Another mention of this forge. Seems a few drow were searching for it.


*History or myth. Whatever is depicted here is long past.*


That <i>smell</i> - what is it?


All except me. Gond must have intervened - but why save me? Why is my life worth more than my daughter's?


Poor ickle baby got your brain turned to goo?


Citius!


Leader... of... True... Souls...


Some Baldurians would pay good coin for a tussle like that.


...false... goddess... only... Absolute...


Speaks volumes as to the owner of the place.


Wait. This looks familiar.


Not... bear.


<i>I was someone once. Someone just like you. </i>


The Surgeon will be <i>most interested </i>in you.


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


And do not worry - Chef Roveer's eyes will be kept most peeled for murderous knaves.


Flaming... Fist...


*That's it settled then - you'll strike out once again, and see what the roads untravelled reveal to you. Hard to abandon the adventuring life, once you gain a taste for it...*


A terrible plight. Hehe.


Who had more faith than Father Lorgan? How did that work out?


Watch Crusher. He'll make short work of the coward who did this.


He is well - and Oliver also. At times they are one, and at others they divide. Easier for playing, perhaps. And the land thrives also. I doubt you would recognise it.


I know he'll explode if he doesn't, but still. It hurts to see valuable treasure just slurped up.


What? No!


I should have known Ethel had a gnarled hand in all this.


Pulchrior!


Incommodum!


Well well, what have we here.


*As a cleric, you may sacrifice wealth to your deity and expect to receive a boon.*


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


I'm not sure what reason there would be to lie.


Hells. What wretch? What did it say?


Nulla salus!<br>v2


All right, if you say so.


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


There's only one place I'm finding a sussur tree: the Underdark.


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


If I take its head, how will it learn from its mistakes?


I won't tax your hospitality too long, Nine-Fingers. I'm searching for Minsc of Rashemen.


Go, indulge in the frivolities - they're good for the heart. And mine will be all the lighter, to see you enjoying yourself.


I need to speak with her. She's still getting the lay of the land, I expect - I have information that might help with that.


No - you don't strike me as quite that boring.


These poor souls seek a champion - and you turn your back?


Attack Critical<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v3


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


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


Falling


Best to stay out of its way.


You must kill once more - but I don't imagine that'll be a problem. End another target from this list.


Empty.


It is well that Minsc had no hamster for your sticky fingers to find. When Boo buries a villain, they stay that way.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Where there's a thing, there's a place it fits.


You won't be waiting long.


D'ya think it roars as well?


<i>A worthy ally - you will be exalted by my people.</i>


Doesn't do much - maybe there's another close by?


Well look at you - you're positively glowing. Must've woke up on the good side of the bunk.


The other waveservants came to get it. <i>Her.</i> Sorry.


I wouldn't quite say that - I learned the lesson, after all.


Victory v2


Doesn't matter, does it? They're gone.


Demento te!


Do not give up.


You seem reliable. I think you know how important it is that we find someone who can cure us. Best if we focus on that.


Old family motto: <i>never trust anyone who works for free</i>. What's in it for you?


Shadowheart. Do you need supplies? Or just wanted to talk, perhaps?


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


Naturally they fell.


*The figure doesn't acknowledge your presence. They appear nothing more than an empty suit of armour.*


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


I'll give it a shot.<br>


Te curo!<br>v3


Right, look - if it's business you're about, then be about it. Flaming Fist could be on us any minute.


But I've escaped now - thank you, mind flayers - and I've got a few scores to settle, if this engine doesn't burn me to ash first.


The Shadowfell - the depravity of Shar's spirit laid bare. <i>Kaincha...</i>


By the gods, you're a sweet sight.


Blood, gore, lust, DEATH!


Invoco te!<br>v2


... no. Please. I hear. I obey.


There is one certain way. I hold it in my hand.


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


Laughter


Talk about having your cake then killing it. I hope all your romantic liaisons don't end this way.


Devil's in the details, you see, and the details are in the fine print.


Wonder who was inside...


Dying Freezing to Death


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Yet this is just one step towards your people's freedom.


Its enemies, I trust you mean. And without your hunger, you have little need to feed on living creatures.


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


Mm.


Maybe we can help him - the Prism, right? It should shut that tadpole up - if he doesn't kick our butts first. It's kind of his thing.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


Zhentarim! To arms!


Enough - enough. I'll not play pretend anymore. Karlach, you're going home in pieces if needs must. And you - you'll soon learn what it means to ally yourself with the likes of this garbage.


I've got one!


Bah, useless. Hold on.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Eating strange mushrooms can be dangerous, you know. At least let's talk about it first...


No, nothing good.


Unless some have already sprouted in places I can't see.


((*I am the danger, and I am the cure. they erased my people; I will erase theirs*))


It's over. It's finally <i>over</i>. We're safe!


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Effort v6


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


So the Bhaalists had a new leader, and you killed them...


Propera!


I know. But the path to one lies through the other.


At least - take this.


Stop that - gerrout of my head!


It took me years of study, of seeking the Oak Father's favour, to find a way to part the veil. Pray that this works.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Falling<br>var 2


Hurt


Anyway, to business. Hold out your hand. I want to show you something.


Effort v9


- well... because Balduran travelled far and... saw much.


Back to the city - Boo thinks it is time for a second bite of this brain.


Us more than anyone. Without that thing, we'd have been drooling True Souls.


On your feet - that's an order.


Quickly - we do not know how long he has. Help him!


Kagha... This is my fault - I was her teacher. I will mourn her when I can.


Gortash said you didn't even give notice.


We are safe.


Felt, perhaps.


Only mild offence intended. You did us a great service - and I'm grateful for it.


I woke in that damned pod. It kept my body sealed and my most powerful magic silenced.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Agh...


Effort


Tuebor!


Nulla salus!<br>v3


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


<i>Bad</i> kitty. Sings wrong song. Must-fix.


Look at it. <i>Look</i> at it all. Mine, MINE.


It's real. I felt her presence - <i>I heard her voice</i>. You'll see for yourself, soon enough.


Hearing her voice again, for a moment Minsc almost believed it. But then the Emperor made a mistake - it did the one thing that Dynaheir would never, <i>ever</i> do.


Sorry, saer! Didn't get any on your shoes, did he, saer? Just a joke, saer, he didn't mean it.


Time for the niceties.


Hello again, travellers! Now that I'm a new man, I feel warm benevolence towards all humanity!


Fiat lux!<br>v3


Ahem. Well, I confess, at <i>first</i> I saw you as a patron first, and a lover second. But now I feel differently.


Yes. It's a good thing we were here.


See how the dragons flee you, Boo? Now they know you stand as this plane's protector.


<i>You were stubborn, antagonistic. You didn't want to listen. </i>


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I shouldn't linger.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Step aside, bastard child. Another Chosen will fill your place soon enough.


Wait. Did that just transform?


Beyond that, our course is yours to set. I can recall how to take orders, as well as give them.


Attack<br>var 2


Still on my feet.<br>


Expello te!<br>v2


Hopefully we'll see you again in the city.


My people dwell in Limbo - a realm of pure, chaotic thought. With my mind gone, perhaps my soul will return there.<br>


How many did you have? Five? That's nothin'.


Daring is the heart of courage, but we can't risk it - not unless there's no other choice.


She will be ready to right when we need her, I am sure of it.


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


Diminue!


What's happening? Where am I?


Lae'zel might not be my warmest friend, but are we going to just abandon her like that?


Now here's someone who appreciates the finer things! Welcome, saer.


Get lost before I cram a nice crisp copy of your friend the Gazette where the sun don't shine.


Another trick up my sleeve.


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


Parchment-pallored villain.


It is time I take what's mine.


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


First, we slay Voss, the traitor who seeks the end of Queen Vlaakith's glorious reign. Then we return to Raphael's House of Hope.


I'll be there when it runs out.


Are you quite sure you wish to place all your trust <i>there? </i>This would all be over in mere moments, if I ascend alone.


The ritual was flawed. It could've damaged the grove.


Look at him - he's a proper adventurer. And if we got hurt Mol would be <i>really </i>mad at us.


Yes, <i>friend, </i>the sixth one today. You want to be my friend? Do not regurgitate on my floor.


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


A spot of bother.


Maybe another sip would jog my memory...


What creatures live in waters this dark?


ENJOY THE JACKPOT, MEWLING CURD.


Footprints! Leading right into that cave.


It's quite simple: he resented having to work for a living. The undead can be rather <i>lazy</i> in that regard.


One small world among the infinite.<br>


Gods - fine. We'll do it your way...


If you believe in freedom, they're <i>your</i> problem.


Now, where'd he go?


I'm a herbalist by trade, Saer Fist. My assistants and I were out collecting blooms for that rub-rot going around. Nasty business. Contagious.


*The moment he is inside, your mind folds over double.*


Hold still.


By the hells, a lava elemental. No wonder the lake's so volatile.


Should circumstances become that dire, I will not hesitate. But I dearly hope that will not be necessary.


It seems I misjudged you. You are capable of sacrifice.


Listen!


You did the impossible, so it is only fair I return the favour. The Steel Watch must be destroyed - and I will help you do it.


Gods, what is this place? Looks like some dark god sneezed and this is what was left behind. I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


The Wulbren I know - the one who skipped rocks with me in the Underdark... he's still in there. I know it.


Can we go now?


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


And away I go.<br>


Open Mouth Effort v2


But it seems you've beaten me to it.


<i>So be it. Let the feast come to me.</i>


You're telling me wealth is an illusion? What part of 'Mammon worshipper' do you not understand?


Impero mortuos!


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Voco murus!


*Who knows, you might even make a habit of it? You could see yourself as a famous slayer of vampires - a freer of spawn.*


I relish our time.


Observing... spying... disguised...


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Not bad, for a druid of my vintage.


The one you're travelling with? You're lucky to know them.


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


My mandate, Jhe'stil Kith'rak, is to locate this crèche. I was infected aboard a ghaik ship and need to be purified. Your mandate is to aid me.


And leave my posted unmanned in the meanwhile? No. You can enter on our terms, or not at all.


Canto te!<br>v2


Speaking with him is pointless. He knows only the language of <i>ghaik</i> heresy.


Crèche K'liir? You are far from the Tears. Does your caretaker let you stray so far?


Well, I'm flattered you care enough about me to have doubts... but we both know where your heart truly lies.


I assumed you overstayed your welcome. Little did I expect you to intrude again.


Here goes nothing.


I will repeat - for the <i>last</i> time, may I add - do you have means to support yourself?


Surely we're not there yet? There must still be options that don't include exploding.


PainPretend<br>var 2


But she has you now. I'm sure that's some comfort.


Can't you just heal yourself?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


This gets better and better.


That was on purpose!


Think carefully - exceedingly so. You know Mystra, as do I. I was not born an old man. I am all too familiar with what it's like to have a goddess fill your heart with longing.


Worthy of a coin, I think, except... someone seems to have picked my pocket. Gods damn it all.


W-welcome to The Waning Moon. Order have I may your?


True Soul? Absolute? What were they raving on about?


I have crossed blades with countless warriors among the Tears of Selûne. But none so resilient as you.


<i>Us. We are us. </i>


Hm. Perhaps something's missing?


As sure as setting of the sun,
Thine Unholy will be done.


Me too. I hope she's all right.


I got the best pet in camp, don't I, Pidge?


For the land to heal, Ketheric Thorm must die.


And trust me, you don't want to go out there.


Should you wish to do so, speak with me again.


There is much unsaid between us, but time runs ever short.


By my honour! It's you! My dear, I thought you were -


Need to get the child out of here, and sharpish!


No need. Once they realise escape is impossible, the Absolute will extend Her hand - and they <i>will </i>accept.


Simple enough - because it wasn't ours. Couldn't be, so long as Nine-Fingers was around.


What are these grey feathers?


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


I am positively full-up on warlocks - and you are already claimed. What I offer is free for your taking.


Voss intends to meet with someone in Sharess' Caress - an inn in Baldur's Gate. This may warrant investigation.


Boo is overjoyed with our victory. Another den of evil vanquished, and an old foe defeated!


Listen to her.


If he is, that's Lord Gortash's business - I don't ask questions.


You did not falter, you freed yourself. Your oath is a burden - let it go.


Come, my darling. We have a realm to conquer.


A personal invitation from Gortash. We shouldn't have any more trouble from the guards.


You're not like the others. Holy fervour does not motivate you. Nor does the promise of ultimate reward. How very sad for you.


But if you have room for one lone soldier - I would face Ketheric by your side.


Oh, charming. I hope the Shadow Weave was to blame for that little outburst of unwarranted discourtesy.


I have just the thing.


These tadpoles come from an ancient colony down below the tower. Whatever we do with them, we must deny their use to the Absolute.<br>


Erm... are you all right?


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


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


There he goes, into the Shadowfell. Let's hope his mind and body are up to the challenges that await in that fabled place.


What? What do you want!?


So you're a vampire, then. I had my suspicions.


Away! <i>Away!</i>


Just can't resist.


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


Very well - discretion is the better part of valour.


Hmmm... that looks very alien. As alien as the mind flayers. They do not belong on this world.


'Course. I'm owed back-pay. Not that there's much for me to do that these reinforcements from Darkhold don't have covered.


You're right, now is not the time for talk.


I will never forget your part in this. Nor will Thaniel.


<i>If you will not listen to reason, then I must act on your behalf.</i>


Protect Ms. Silvertongue!


What is that? Almost looks like someone was trying to grow a person.


Thank you, Voss.


Sob<br>var 1


Out, you sad-sack of piss.


Gah. Arrogant <i>pig</i>.


Thank you, True Soul. In Her name!


Waste no more time out here. You have much to explain within.


Very well.


This isn't what I wish. It's simply the way it has to be - I'm sorry.


Well, lad. It's our lucky day after all.


What's up for discussion?<br>


The Adamantine Forge - we heard of it from the duergar.<br>


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


Dead? <i>Drugnin' </i>Gekh - figured I could count on him. Lesson damn well learned.


Incredible.


May the gods take you first.


Truly? Excellent - he might actually serve some purpose feeding fungus.


Die <i>quickly</i>. I have squandered enough time on you already.


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


Pretty sure they'll need labourers to shore up the walls, Forty.


<i>Straj</i>. Hook horrors.


Recovered <br>V3


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.<br>


Right, better get to it.


Why were these particular redcaps caged?


Voco vineae!<br>v2


You try staying calm when your kid is missing!


Looks like the Absolute's drawing all sorts to become followers. Impressive, in a way.


Then we'll do it tonight. And come the morning, we will be together forever.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Get these monsters <i>out</i>!


Gortash will likely call on me soon - I've sent him <i>many</i> a business proposal.


Voco nubes!


That was too close.


Sob<br>var 2


*This head belonged to the automaton you encountered in the Underdark. How did it come to be here?*


Mind yer own business.


There's nothing like a stroll through some sewers to keep your sense of self-importance in check.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


My my - 'Flumph Mating Rituals'? The drow had peculiar taste.


Because it was the truth, and the truth is a great motivator.


Seek the daughter of Selûne, whose blood thou left unspilled. There are truths yet to be spoken.


This is the truth - I live for the wilderness. Comfort is for the farm animal, snug in its pen.


Powered by magic, it seems. Now to just get it working...


<i>La'ch cras'ht h'mak vlek!. So be it. Now - give me my freedom from this form. </i>


Dolor!


*Mostly junk, but her boots catch your eye.*


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


You enjoyin' that? Disgustin' worm. Just remember: you're nuffing 'ere.


Let us see...


A diabolist's treasure. Who else would keep such a collection?<br>


*Your fate will be what you make of it. Now, you are your own master.*


What is this liquid?


They're going to call for help! Stop them!


No use digging here.


Freedom is yours. Savour it, for there is no gift that cannot be reclaimed or ravaged. Away!


Your actions sparked the fall of my Iron Throne. Whatever alliance we might have made fell with it.


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


Eh. Nah!


*<i>Advocatus diaboli. </i>A devil's advocate - a champion in the Blood War between diabolical forces and demons.*


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


Thank you ever so much - TOODLES!


But it seems you're expected. Up the stairs, straight ahead. You can't miss it.


A waste. Even now she's preparing to kill you. The crèche is ready to destroy you in her name the moment you return there.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Those things were evil - just like their papa.


Conspicuous absence of sussur bark in these particular diagrams though.


A rather sticky situation.


No prisoners, no mercy!


Scratch is off somewhere scratching himself, I think.<br>


- but you have stoked fired I didn't know I possessed.


Cleanse the parasite... end the Grand Design...


Don't give up yet.


If they're not dead, they're in Moonrise. And gods have mercy on anyone in that hellspit.


I don't know why you'd want to play here anyway. Too much <i>dead </i>stuff.


And what're you doin' 'ere with that stink on yer face? Think you can do whatever you want?


No rest, be you wicked <i>or</i> wise.


Although it hasn't happened yet. If we can find an expert - someone that can control these things - there might still be time.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


Of course Ethel is involved in this mess. Question is, where has she got to now?


People are frightened. Vulnerable. Violent. Bhaal would savour such destruction.


Githyanki scholars study <i>ghaik</i> devices closely. They even incorporate their findings into our own machines and magic.


I'm not made of magic, you know.


I've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire? You'd better keep those fangs to yourself.


*The boredom is like an itch you cannot scratch. The sooner you deal with this flower, the better.*


I hope for your sake he doesn't come too near your neck.


Hanali's buns, Dickon, you're wasted. Wasted! Ha ha ha ha hahaha!


Forgive the paranoia - we're being hunted by a vile and wicked hag. We feared you her minion. She's already hexed one of us - and any of us could be next.


Strange. Why make a path from the Underdark to here?


SmileOpen<br>var 2


Assimilate Orpheus for yourself, and you become illithid. The Emperor does it, and it claims the prince's power for himself.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Go on then. But if you're lying - if you <i>run </i>- there'll be nowhere that's safe for you.


That 'weapon' you carry - the Astral Prism - it is <i>corrupted</i>.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Voco araneae!


*His eyes glaze over as the spell takes effect - his memory lost.*


And the dead deserve to be remembered. That's what my teacher always said.


<i>Gods, I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm going to get out of here - right?</i>


Vos curo!<br>v3


Veni et iuva me!


They are but echoes, they recall not a manner of speech - thus I lent them my rhetoric.


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


It comes with age. Along with some less-desirable traits...


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


*Memories flood back - snatches of your story, written in the blood of a thousand victims.*


The brain's defeat is certain. The <i>mlar</i> scholars will carve our deeds here in slate.


I'm just playing fetch with myself unless I go back for Scratch...<br>


Don't you love the silence after a massacre? It's just so pure.


Locked, of course.


They were seized by Shar's followers, same as you. Only you were to be remoulded for their purposes, while your parents... I sense they have suffered greatly in the years since.


*The tingle becomes a strong buzz as Lae'zel's parasite nudges yours.*


When it comes to inflicting agony, no one does it better than Shar's faithful.


No. There is intent behind this deception - and you will pay for it with your life.


A drow corpse. A trophy - and a warning.


Shout


ALL THAT YOU HAVE!


Come on - face me.


These tunnels were full of shapeshifters. Father Lorgan's name is written here too.


You are right. There are others in need of judgement - let us find them.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Then why in the Nine Hells have you come back here, Karlach? What could you possibly want?!


Victory v3


Let's go, this is thrilling!


Determined? Good - we'll need it. Now, go - before the guards see.


We will! And we don't need your permission!


*A Tribute to Liberty - Compliments of Stoney and Boney*


A tidy slot, but no rune.


I know these faces - every one that shares my scar.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


These powers could be enough to edge us towards victory.


- LISTEN -- you know US --- absolute
WILL --- Absolute power ---


You're the author of your own tale now - well done.


You'll still be able to do your wizard thing, though, right?


Good and smashed.


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


Snore
zzZzz


Isn't it clear? The Blade is known for action. Who might I trust, if not a legend? Who might rise to the moment, if not Ravengard's own son?


More owlbear eggs... already hatched. No point in taking these.


Stop that, or there'll be trouble. The dead deserve their rest.


I doubt she's asked many of her followers to blow themselves up. That's a fate she's bequeathed exclusively to me.


And then he has the bloody <i>gall </i>to try and blame it all on us.


Druid or not, you're still an outsider to <i>this </i>place. Entry is forbidden.


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


The last stain I had to clean up off the floor said the same. But go for it.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


The ones below are kept starving and stupid<i>.</i> But not I - I know where the real feast is.


A tidy slot, but no rune.


For Duke Ravengard!


Attack<br>var 3


Primitive, as torture devices go. Effective nonetheless.


I'm quite exhausted. A good night's sleep would do me wonders.


Already dead.


Bet I can crack that open.


For one of our own. But be quick.


Et alibi!


Barbarian Idle Roars


I can feel magic coursing through this staff. Looks like your sort of thing, Gale.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


*A cold, suckering wetness grasps at your mind. A voice, familiar to you from the Underdark, wraps itself around your brain.*


Why... of course! You were the one with the... name!


I even had a special night planned, just you and me. But priorities tend to drift in times as tough as these.


Apologies, I didn't exactly memorise my cephalopodian banishment spells last night. Wasn't the best prepared for an attack-by-squid.


A colony is a sentience, comprised of the collective. For anything outside of that collective - assimilation, or annihilation.


We met these brothers. Guess they didn't find their sis.


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


Attack Critical<br>var2


Closer... I need to get closer!


*The sailor is busy preparing to leave; she doesn't notice you.*


*The eye simply watches you.*


No more Nine-Fingers? Huh.


Gods, this place is absolutely beautiful. What a wonder.


I still could. Then no more Lae'zel to pry into my affairs...


Calls for help. Could be genuine... or a trap.


Another dank, dingy basement? Lovely.


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


Quiet. Tired.


Keep that beast away from us - you hear?


<i>That's where we should use the Netherstones.</i>


I daresay I may rest more easily here than I did at the grove...


<i>You will be a helpful partner in my exploration of what it is to be - to be - alive.</i>


Aqua pura!


We're lucky to be blessed with a rather spacious one - seems cruel to let it go unused if there are children in need.


Let me introduce myself - I am Rolan, the new ruler of Ramazith's Tower. All deals and sales made under previous ownership will be honoured.


Take my hand.


No other choice, I suppose.


At least you had the decency not to disguise yourself as a tree.


I'll kill her - I'll kill the snake.


I am alive... thanks to our skeletal travelling companion, no doubt.


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


Home. Gone forever. Forgive me - I did not expect to see my city's name today.


There would be no more 'you' if I were not containing my anger.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


*Nothing responds within. It is silent as the grave.*


That's not for you to decide.


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


This head's a long way from home. Belongs to one of the Fugue Plane's death devils.


It must be found, first of all. No easy task.


You! You poisoned us!


No doubt you'll land on your feet. Or some other foolish noble will pick you up.


Afternoon.


Oh, well, if you INSIST. How about a magic trick? But first - I need a volunteer with nerves of steel and the heart of a lion!


There's a killer on the loose. But don't worry. I'll find him and crush his skull.


Effort v12


We'll keep an eye on Isobel. If they send anyone else to snatch her, we'll be there to stop them.


Te video!<br>v3


Here. It's on <i>you</i> to fix yourself.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


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


Where's the dream visitor you spoke of?


Victory v2


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


*You killed another prisoner, and judging by the look in this guard's eye - you're about to be executed for it.*


I have no idea what this will do.


Work to do - you and me both.


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


Invoco te<br>v3


Useless. Come on.


Try to keep up.


<i>Ghaik</i> in battle with driders? Extraordinary - this art must date back to Lolth's descent.


Precisely! Who indeed? You do not know, and neither do any of the others.


The Steel Watchers - wrecked! I didn't think I'd miss them, but I do.


They must not find out we have it.


A beautiful death.


Something must have gone wrong for you to have wandered all the way back here... even if it is pleasant to be reunited.


*Somewhere deep inside, a spark is ignited. You are the Hells' fires made flesh.*


*The gods are ready to receive your joyful donation.*


Aye. They're Her vessels. You can feel the strength of their faith, like a tickle at the back of your mind, whenever they approach.


Recovered <br>V4


Help's on the way.


I understand the need for security, but really. That seemed excessive.


Grooves beneath those statues... Perhaps they can be moved?


Together, we will take it by force - you simply need speak the word.


Something's unlocked.


Look - it's an honour to be chased by a famed hero. I'm no devil, though. Not by a long shot.


Surely there's another way. Use your head, Mr Dekarios. It's what you do best.


Effort v2


Frankly I'm amazed you didn't work it out for yourself already. I'm not sure if that makes you highly respectful or deeply ignorant.


She got what she asked for. A fellow named Clint, destined to be her soul mate. Struck by a cart and died a few moments after clapping eyes on our Mavery. Poor guy.


I'll get you moving again.


I fear thy final confrontation will prove quite a challenge.


'Orpheus rallied Gith's honour guard and declared the throne for himself. The War of the Comet had begun.'


It'll have to wait until later.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


*You failed to fulfil Mizora's mission and the Absolute's cult has destroyed her.*


Closed Mouth Effort v8


What are those?


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


I hear Rolan, the new manager at the Sundries, has two absolutely <i>scrumptious </i>siblings.


I must get closer.


It won't budge. There must be some way to open it.


Ha! A jest is welcome in times like these. I'm Zorru.


I'm analysing changes in the worm's digestive tract following consumption of cerebral matter.


Because of that, I'll give you a ten-count to leave.


Ha! I'll show ya how it's done.


Does that mean Ketheric got her? Oh no. No. Mol...


Hmph. Terrible aftertaste. Maybe if it was stuck in a bit of brine...


Where did the djinni find this crap?


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


You're a lost cause. I only pray you're more useful dead than you were alive.


An audience with Elminster is never less than memorable.


Cudo! v3


Damn, completely stuck. I wonder when it was used last.


Problem with eternal wars is they never end.


Every bit as disgusting as the first time.


Ornaments, utensils - and ducks. I like ducks.


We've made a powerful ally today.


If they're all like you, I think that sounds like an excellent bargain.


Your world has strange customs...


<i>Kainyank!</i> Your deception ends now.


Seems we've got a vampire among us.


Thrumbo's blood is on <i>your </i>hands. And yours will be on mine.


Hey. So. You're here to talk about Wyll, right? You and Wyll, I should say.


Thanks for gutting the druid bastards. Only wish I could've taken a few myself.


Someone's turned the door to splinters. Just like my bones if the manip hears of this.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


A clump of pigeon feathers? The post house has lost one of its flock.


Thou necrotic stump!


That orthon was far from his natural home. What was he doing here...?


'Perfect'.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


I knew it had to be someone other than Sarevok!


Yes, I hunger for you. But I have my limits, and you will respect them.


Keep pushing! This is our last chance before the entire Throne crumbles!


Is that... a human arm? Do I even want to know?


A lucky gamble.


Listen up.


Mam... Johl... Mayrina... and soon... a niece.


<i>Come, you may as well sit a while, now that you're here.</i>


Get the Hammer ready - we need to break the githyanki prince free.<br>


... letters... delivery to... Baldur's Gate...


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


This view's almost worth the walk.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Hel-LO, Baldurians! You know, I wouldn't be here tonight, except my wife ran off with a cambion. That's right, I got fiend-zoned.


Well then! Sometimes it's nice to catch a lucky break.<br>


The dark's strong here - this torch is useless.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


Aqua pura!<br>v2


You've made a grave mistake.


So you'd be one of Jaheira's then, would you?


Come now - you're hardly in position to cast judgement on <i>that </i>score, are you?


Unfortunate. But if you'll only listen a moment, you'll see we want the same thing.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Well! Once you're used to someone, you're... used to them.


You're lucky I'm feeling kind.


That's not my chest.


When Cazador first carved this on me, I didn't fight back. I couldn't. I just knelt there as it happened to me.


What in the Hells are those?


Damn. Didn't expect a devilkin to turn on one of their own.


Hey, look, it's the hero! If you're so brave, you go first!


*The statue watches serenely. Its challenge has been met.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


We have that in common, then. But you aren't welcome <i>here</i>.


Risus abundat!


An Idol of Shar? Shadowheart might want to see this.


Just like that, I'm sure.


Probably a waste of time.


This is but a forgery.


Good thing you got me. You wouldn't survive a tenday on your own.


Pallida mors!


No luck. There's got to be a way through...


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


*The person they're digging from the rubble - it's the illithid from the ship. Wounded, but still alive.*


Welcome, Unholy Assassin.


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


You didn't fix it? Oh no.


Barcus and I are another matter - I'm dealing with you right now.


<i>Just as I wished them to. </i>


Room among their ranks...


Get out! Never darken the doors of my coop again!


I AM GITHYANKI. I WILL NOT BE <i>GHAIK!</i>


Corpora sana!


We should check it out - but be careful.


If I believe you, Karlach, it'll be me who pays the price.


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


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


Dying Burning<br>v3


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


Let's take them!


Careful! Kill the hag, kill the kid.


To abandon me. To abandon his family - wretched creature.


He <i>trusted </i>you.


I must confide in you.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


No joy.


It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!


You will call me <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i>.


Hey, good-lookin'. Betcha killed your share with that face alone, eh?


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


Cave circulum!


Kill! Kill! Kill again!


I pray <i>you </i>are visited by only the foulest spirits! <i>Begone!</i>


Why? It was terrible. I should've just looked away.


Tear that tower down.


Sentient mushrooms. I've known no creature like this.


What in the Hells?!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Ah, well. I had a good run.


((*as our Circle grows, so shall your song. wherever you go, only listen - and you may hear it*))


Get back!


Powerful protections. Our success was hardly certain.


Go  away. An' don't speak to me.


Hang on - I think you'll want to hear the bad news, too.


Weak


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


*Domenek Sunny. Lost himself to addiction but found peace in Ilmater.*


Whatever that means.


It's not stealing. It's <i>acquiring.</i>


A rather sticky situation.


Deliveries are on hold while we sort out some, er, logistical issues. My apologies.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Looks like someone likes messin' around, lads!


*This headstone is anonymous, reading only: 'As I am now, so you shall be'.*


Make it stop.


Free... for now.


I shoulda known! Get 'er!


Your loyalty stands to you, Lae'zel. I can only hope Vlaakith recognises it as I do.


Away, <i>insect.</i>


Tut tut. Orin was right, she did turn you to a half-wit. Watchers - the Absolute's assassins walk among us!


What kind of contraption is this?


Slay me then if you can, in the knowledge that if you win, the Netherbrain will take your mind.


Listen here.


Please, please, let us in!


Whose boat is this, I wonder?


Falling


Mother of Lusts - what <i>was</i> that?


Away, eye-watering stench!


Cresceat scientia!
v2


You should meet my associates. We've got our <i>own</i> drinking spot by the tavern - invitation only.


Such fine work could never be done by a wretch like me!


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


A fake devil head? A lot of effort for a piece of window dressing.


Let stealth be my weapon.


Shadow Druids? There's more to Kagha than meets the eye.


*These fey creatures were well known among druidic circles - for both their playful hijinks and malicious trickery.*


My worst is for worthy foes. This will have to suffice.


I tried, in the beginning. Blew up in my face spectacularly. Lesson learned, never try to befriend a devil, cambion, or imp.


*You do your best to wipe the dirt from your face and look presentable. Adventuring is murder on one's wardrobe, though.*


And then I will make the cretin beg, plead, <i>weep</i> for what will always be denied...


Go on. Technically, I'm supposed to be on watch.


*The monster lies exhausted, defeated. Its eyes - wet, orange pearls - radiate malice.*


If it helps, she won't feel any pain. It's the best death I can give her.


I can't even tell if any of you are acting strange because you've been replaced or because this group is full of weirdos.


Thanking you. A tune-up would give this rustbox of mine a new lease on life.


Impero tibi!


You shall be rendered powerless, just as you feared.


So this is where you interred Ketheric Thorm, Halsin? Couldn't you have done a little more to prevent his return...?


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


Go, fetch her. And should you not stay true to your word... well...


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Now that's not good.


I can think of a thing or two... but the curse grips my mind for now, and I would loathe to give you only part of my attention.


'Fabian ran his calloused fingers along Allura's scales. Her tail quivered in response...'


SmileOpen<br>var 4


No, I don't expect you to be. You did what you thought was right. Even if you were objectively wrong.


Are you ready, my darling?


Which is why I am asking you.


*Your thoughts swirl with possibility - your body strengthened, your mind bolstered, your very self expanded. All within your reach if you open your mind to the parasite.*


Dying Freezing to Death


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


*What does the Dark Lady want of you? At times, it feels like she is punishing you, while other times, she shields you. You feel lost - a sensation that is not new to you...*


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


What's done is done - but we should check the corpses for valuables.


Blessed by association, let's say. I come to pay proper respect to a new power.


Will you <i>please </i>go and dominate the brain? We can't hold forever.


*Vlaakith's greatest threat stands before you. But to end him would condemn you and your allies to be the Netherbrain's eternal thralls.*


*Worlds beyond worlds flash before your eyes, empires of a grand design, traversed by ships just like this.*


My True Soul.


Sniff<br>var 3


Keep out of sight. No point in announcing ourselves just yet...


Excellent!


Up! We need you.


I can't believe it. We killed him. <i>Minsc</i>. <i>The </i>beloved ranger.


You arrogant little - argh.


I suppose I am. Tara would be delighted. Not to mention my mother. But I'd be just as happy without such ceremony, so long as we're together.


Devils often have prettier hoards than dragons. Sneaking thieves into their vaults is a lucrative business - doesn't usually end well for the thieves.


Just look at this place. The evidence speaks for itself.


Something good here, I hope.


Oh I see, compliments in return for the picnic, is it? Maybe I'll take that drink after all...


I would remind you that while in my halls, you obey me - just as you would any other Chosen.


You're just in time for happy hour.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


That was <i>revolting</i>.


Would you like to keep those hands to yourself? We have few enough allies - do not harm them.


There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!<br>


I still want to believe you're better than that, Wulbren. But even <i>I</i> am having my doubts.


This 'blood' sounds important - could it still be here somewhere?


Voco araneae!


Looks like an army marched through here.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


Harsh would be telling Jacob that I <i>accidentally</i> resurrected him - I thought his corpse belonged to his much better looking twin.


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


Effort v2


Imitation horns, but barely distinguishable from the real thing.


Here dwelt a man blessed with impeccable taste in literature.


Of course. Kind of you to stop by.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


<i>Another quake. The brain is rebelling again. I need to focus. And so do you. </i>


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


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


'Welcome to Waukeen's Rest.<br>West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Don't know. Don't care. But he did offer a king's ransom for its return.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Voco murus!<br>v2


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


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Effort v4


You're more cunning than you look. I thought we had a fight on our hands.


I am free to do more for the Absolute, Disciple. Anything.


Unseen.


Forgive me. You triumphed over the goblins, and that cannot have been an easy task.


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


I mean- I don't think so?


First <i>ghaik</i>. Now this monstrosity.


For Balduran's sake, leave an old man in peace!


Ugh.


Weapon blueprints? Looks like this sussur bark might come in handy.


A doll? Hm. I saw a curious looking toy in some boxes upstairs, but I figured it the remnants of the previous tenants.


The shadows... feels like they're gnawing at my very being.


Unholy Assassin'... Yes, I do rather like the sound of that.


I was certain your parasite had taken hold.


Hmm, a pixie. Curious little thing.


Quite the welcome.


Doing Balthazar's bidding sickens me, but if it gets us closer to Ketheric, so be it.


I'll give it a shot.


No other choice, I suppose.


Now now - I need a moment.


Calm yourself. These Watchers could bring even a mounted <i>kith'rak</i> to her knees.


Boo and I are most adept in the doing of things. But, as you wish.


*Too sweet, odiously sweet. The vomitous gall within despairs at your kindness.*


Now you need my help.


The Absolute is on my side - you won't leave here alive.


*The eye focuses on you, taking in every detail of your appearance.*


Quiet! Some of the children might hear you.


An efficient path.


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


You are not wearing <i>armour</i> to meet my mother and father.


*You gather nothing from his intense stare.*


Road to Baldur's Gate... blocked...


Very well.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


*He's spent a long time in the Shadowfell - a Sharran realm without colour or light. It's had a terrible effect on him.*


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Now, we seek a weapon, taken from a vessel that fell from the sky. Understand, <i>istik</i>?


At once.


Gods' blood, this is heavy.


SHH. THE WHEEL IS SPINNING.


I hope you will. For all our sakes.


Charmed, I'm sure. In more ways than one...


I will gather my forces nonetheless and reach the grove by next light.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v3


Impero mortuos!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I need to get out of here!


Closed Mouth Effort v7


If you fancy a dram, I'm off to Sharess' Caress.


I'm surprised, she has more steel than I thought.


Yet for her to die like this, under the Treefather's gaze... perhaps it is justice.


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


This will be the last time you betray My Majesty. Today, I will end your life. End it for once and for all.


As you have paid for your indiscretion, we shall leave the matter at that. Now - get out.


I cannot let that story be printed.


Stay sharp. These shadows can sneak up on you.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


A genius. Exiled from his home in the elven paradise of Suldanessellar when he attempted to seize the power of life itself, he instead turned his magnfiicent mind to murder on a grand scale.


Great sword. I guess Gale will want to have it for himself.


Right here in Baldur's Gate, more or less. My folks are long gone now, but they raised me in the Outer City. Dad was a porter in town, mum did laundry. Still think of her when I smell clean sheets.


What? No! Nina, all the practice in the world won't change the outcome.


I see it on your face. You hate me. And I don't blame you.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


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


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


Haunted poppet, haunted poppet.


Sometimes the only way out is through.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Farewell, Balthazar. You won't be missed.<br>


I saw you with Wyll. You two looked... cosy.


You look famished, hon'. How about some victuals?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


*You were seen disarming a trap. That's the kind of behaviour that will see you locked up. Or dead. Your choice.*


Whispers reached my ears from all corners - potential rivals of Lady Shar, all vying for the same prize. A new god, amassing the disaffected, the outcasts - those who should turn to <i>us.</i>


C'mon.


<i>Our</i> coinpurse, dear.


Finally, a leader worthy of this city.


Could you not return to the Hells? Wait this out, find a cure...?


I love them. The esteemed Prinski is a genius. He deserved to be so well rewarded by our lord. It's a superb domination device.


Such harsh words for an old friend!


Locked to keep the evil in, or the prying eyes out? Let's see.


Quite a moment to try and make new friends. But it seems we are out of other options.


In the market for something special?


Um... sure. We'll just... go...


VO_SFX : Downed v4


You've more than proven just how wrong I was about you. I'd make the same decision a thousand times, even knowing the consequences.


Leave it be. Not every glowing light is an invitation take what's inside it.


*With a cocky flick of her tail, the squirrel scampers away.*


*Your confession has settled it. If you're the saboteur, this is a matter for the guards.*


Look me up if you're ever in the city. I owe you a pint.


Attack Critical<br>var3


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Sharess' Caress would be my best bet. That's her usual haunt after 'closing' a case.


Just - give me time to get used to the tentacles. And the head. But mostly the tentacles.


SmileOpen<br>var 5


CoughIll<br>var 2


My friend, I -


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


Looks like the larder's run empty.


I know you have questions. Please, go to our camp - you'll be safe there. We'll talk soon enough.


You're right to be afraid - but there's no room for cowardice or complacency.


My kin wield their spears formidably. It would be foolish to provoke battle with them now.


*The tether connecting this man to his soul is frail as frost. Too frail to be of use to you.*


No mercy!


Argh, that's hot!


You are being dramatic.


Very quick to say 'forever' to your newly betrothed, weren't you, Blade?


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


You may run with your tail between your legs, but I fear no man nor beast - particularly cowards who hide behind magic. <i>Bah.</i>


Their wrath is one of their finer qualities. A valuable commodity when employed against a mortal enemy, for example.


<i>Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW. </i>


Here goes.


Don't fret, I'm on my way.


Always! Scratch is friend. Takes care of me when scared at night.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Careful! Crack the hideous hag-shell, and we will only harm the soft child-flesh within!


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


Quite something, to have devotees of the Shar herself sworn to our cause.


<i>You?</i> Like crank you did. Lads - attack!


Venenum!


Guards!


Voco arvina!<br>v3


Good riddance.


Don't be afraid.


Marching.


Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better.<br>


Easier to don some armour than learn to swing a sword - if you can manage the extra weight, that is.


Found and taken.


Husk. Maggot. A Bhaalspawn, slip-sliding in filth with these pigs. You don't <i>deserve</i> the Murder Lord's blessing.


'Latent potential'. All right - let's do this. I'm ready! Turn me, dammit!


Really, darling?


*Your heart pines for the love of your Lord.*


Oh, him. I've been thinking a lot about that. 'Gale of Waterdeep', sounds a bit... pompous, don't you think?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Better not die on me.


I suppose we'll need to find somewhere higher up.


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


<i>Bah</i> - your mind is made up. But there's another option, all glory to Vlaakith.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Thank you. I thought you were never going to shut him up.


That bastard broke his nose! What is this place?


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


*Your gentle spirit speaks for itself. You can't be the one responsible.*


Why not let Karlach take the fall? She seems more than willing.


You gave him up? I wasn't sure you would.


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


Citizen! Thank the <i>gods</i> you're here.


Well? Go on, give him a nibble.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


No, what have you done? You ruined everything!


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


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


Now is <i>not</i> the time.


This calls for careful footwork.


<i>Brains?</i>


At first I wasn't sure. Some of your behaviour doesn't exactly match what my traveller's tomes describe of one of your... disposition.


All right, fine. This little swindle is meant for soft hearts, not keen eyes.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


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


Voco spicae!<br>v2


What the hells happened here?!


*The rat doesn't respond - it simply bares its teeth.*


Then we will go. Not to the surface, we have hunted and been hunted there too long.


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


Maybe. If you keep a respectable distance.


All right!


*You feel a chuckle of crackling fire in the back of your mind - it seems your patron enjoys a cleverly constructed contract.*


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


Thanks, stranger, you helped settle my mind. Thanks are all I have to offer, though. May Ilmater bleed for you.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Thorm's on the run. Quickly - we must follow!


*Your mind turns to the Gondian hostages, bound in fear, their futures hanging by a thread in Gortash's web.*


Mother of Lusts - what <i>was</i> that?


None at all. In fact, it may upset you to hear some of Zariel's goons are posing as followers of your fella.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


What if the mind flayer - no, that way lies madness.


A giant nest... let's see what we can find.


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


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Damn. Now I smell like a wolf pack's supper...


A friend in need.


Ha! You're braver than I thought.


That skull is massive! A ghargatula, maybe. Horrendous beasts, as tall as they are  ferocious.


*The ancestors of Ketheric Thorm, arranged into macabre totems - but why?*


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


But - but - that's twice what you just said.


It's safe to say, you'd have been recruited in an instant.


Anything with claws that big is best avoided.


So I will accept mine, when and however it comes. As for the this city's story, well...


Sahuagin? Rare to see them this close to civilisation.


Recovered <br>V3


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


*Whatever deal you made with your patron still stands, but they are in your magics, not in your mind.*


My father said she was gone. I'd tried to make my peace with it. But... she was so special. So very dear.


Te absolvo!


Don't get blood on my clothes.


Oh! Milord is tired! I will tuck him in personally, with a bedtime story of his former self.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


I failed, father. The wyrm is fallen.


On the move!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Control the orb? <i>Control </i>the brain?


The Stone Lord sees through your lies, shapeshifter. Count yourself lucky he cannot stay.


Just the bare minimum.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Well done. The world's better off without it.


What sicko takes a corpse? Damn it all!


Limp-witted slick-licker.


You were right about one thing - Lady Shar's church does need to be cleansed. By my hand.


Intactilis sum!


Stop distracting me - I'm in enough trouble as it is!


Stay calm - I'm coming.


Maior, fortior!


The reasons matter not. The celestial is dead. The offering is made.


Hob-gob? Min-ion? Small beer. Small and sour. That tale does not wag.


A god's idol has to have some magic lingering in it. Your sort of thing, Gale?


I'm fading. Bloody curse - I won't let it take me.


Tempus help me, a monk! Could you please take a vow of silence until I'm done here? You know, so I can centre myself.


<i>Readers sad at recent news may think the Mermaid a tempting sorrow-drowning spot.</i>


I'm watching you.


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


Marcus did this. Sick bastard.


Master Halsin was a First Druid. None of us can match him in power.


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


Ah! You look like someone who can probably read.


Gustas dulcis!


That goblin won't be the last.


Yes, yes - on my way.


Not long after the wedding, he lost his appetite, fell into dark moods. He started to avoid my company entirely.


<i>Thank you. But beauty no longer concerns me. This vessel, this flesh, is but a means to experience the depths within and without.</i>


Lice-ridden cur!


Oh - eh... hello again?


How could I be so weak?


Hold on - this thing is in <i>knots.</i>


Hm, just thought of something.


*The gnomes speak in soft whispers, the words all but lost in the hot air.*


I've seen it before - had a hag mask root itself to my face! I should've known.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


We're working as we can, sir. Very hard indeed.


Grounded again. I prefer merriment when it is earned, anyway.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


<i>Well, Ettvard, I do support Lord Gortash's campaign, for several reasons...</i>


No, I won't bloody hush, Phos. Told you - I know where the Stone Lord's headed. S'gonna be his grave.


You have survived shadows, defied gods, and overcome many challenges to be here. But that doesn't mean you're ready for what comes next.<br>


I've never heard something so beautiful...


And yet it seems I have no choice but to trust. There is but one Prism, and you are its key.


Good.


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


They raised me in the wild. But when it became clear I was perhaps not suited to a life of idle reflection, I was sent to the Harpers. To <i>do.</i>


*The meat is trapped - terrified - but protected by fire. When the fire dies, the meat will die too.*


Well hello there.


Stand, drow!


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Lice-ridden cur!


But... I only made it this far thanks to you. Who am I to question such sterling guidance now?


A cat, with wings...?


'Annihilate'.


It should've been me, but what can I say? A few tentacles look good on you.


...I'll ask the hamster.


Who's the stubborn one now?


A scrying eye - best not do anything suspicious while its watching.


Bold of you - brave, even. Though do not assume passing admiration will translate to mercy when you kneel before the Mother Superior.


<i>Greetings. What knowledge do you seek?</i>


This place reeks of death.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Halsin does not deserve to die on such a craven's altar.


I'm telling you we take care of our friends. That's no lie.


*Hiss!*


Now, I need to prepare. Wish me luck!


They'll feel this.


That was a late night last night, I tell you what. Whew!


Dying Burning<br>v2


Just because Vlaakith has marked us makes this no less of a tragedy. The <i>zaith'isk</i> might yet have cured us.


I shall not leave you like this.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


<i>Gith'ka tavkim krash'ht.</i>


No! You're not eating this one. It's too valuable.


My mandate, Jhe'stil Kith'rak, is to locate this crèche. I was infected aboard a ghaik ship and need to be purified. Your mandate is to aid me.


So, you've agreed to be a good boy and hand the Crown over to Mystra?


Siccut cattus!


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Yes, a demonstration may be just what's needed.


Let me tell you what happens if Raphael even suspects I'm poking around his home.


Feisty little creature. If you hold it down, I will slice off its trunk.


Finally! I was starting to think we'd have to chop it down...


We've both got a bitter pill to swallow. When this is all over, we can spit it back out.


You want to free us?