But you seem intent on proving me wrong.


Looks like an ambush.


'The Prince of the Comet, Orpheus himself, led his honour guard into battle. Their red dragons bellowed with righteous anger, and the heavens erupted.'


Life <i>is</i> conflict. Coddling children, and denying them that truth only makes them weak.


I don't enjoy saying this, Karlach, but there's no two ways about it: your engine is going to blow, and I can't fix it. I'm not sure anyone can.


I don't need anyone to speak for me.


Ketheric Thorm is the final obstacle. His demise shall unshackle nature, and banish the shadows.


What's next?


This Harper pin opens more doors than most. Come down to my study and see if you can figure it out.


Strange, given how you plunged those pointed canines right into my neck.


Fight!


All right. Calm down.


<i>'S bollocks, Fezzerk funnin' around while I'm stuck dealin' with yobs.</i>


It seems you have failed them both, and yet you come here, brazen as anything. We will soon see what is to be done with you.


I was gonna give it to Rolan so he could learn new spells, you know? Beats drinking 'til he forgets the ones he knows.


We're... in the Underdark. I'm <i>home.</i>


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Then again, these towers are much like the Absolute - all flash and no substance.


<i>We will not cause you any trouble, friend. We will project a different form that will cloak us from all but your closest acquaintances.</i>


Morio!


Oh yes, Paramidious and Fred are cleaners. They've just joined but are settling in <i>marvellously.</i>


Esurio!


Are you hurt?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Whatever that creature was, its telepathic force was unlike anything I've ever encountered. It <i>must</i> be the source of the Absolute.


*The echoes of the drumbeat fade to silence.*


Show me where these explosive toys are, then.


<i>Hrath ajak</i> - a technique known to few outside K'liir. Shall I teach you?


A passageway to Waterdeep. The Mother Superior used to talk about this place.


Good. Foolish prey makes for easy finding.


Buff


You make promises that aren't yours to keep. Take care that their breaking does not break something more.


...You're welcome. If you change your mind, I'll be here - not that I have much choice.


Aren't you one of those adventurers hailed in Baldur's Mouth? I should dearly like to see some of this rabble learn from your example.


What an odd gadget. What's it for, I wonder?


Effort v5


A bed of corpses. Hellish, of course - but I respect the commitment.<br>


Some kind of tank?


May he rest in peace, our sweet boy. This world will never see his like again.


Then a new god came - a god who promised the man something wonderful: his daughter. Her life returned. Imagine it.


What in the... holy hells. Are you a vampire?!


Some rejuvenation is in order.


I am satisfied.


Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you.


Take me by the hand.


I <i>cannot</i> believe you've come dressed like the villain in a tragicomedy.


The hag hides here. Look twice at every stone and sticky mushroom.


Took something off the altar... and the disc rose? Hmm.


Ah, but I'm sure you didn't come by to bask in shameless flattery. To what do I owe the pleasure?


It's finished. It's done. I need to see him up close. I need to know he's dead.


Don't bloody stand there gaping, get him!


A bed and so much more.


The missing redcaps will find a stray cat or two to nibble on, and be back home in a jiffy - you'll see.


Then you do not belong to the Absolute.


*It wants to share itself with you - it wants to be let in.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


... I... I <i>obey</i>...


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


Let's get it done.


Argh - didn't work.<br>


These symbols are nonsense to me... so why can I read them?


I can't hold it any longer!


A dictionary of an ancient language? Hardly surprising for a vampire's lair.


Tell me.


I am. You can save yourself and the city if you sign that contract.


You! I knew you'd been mucking with our beer! You poisoned us!


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Hailing from the Underdark can dampen one's sense of fun, I will admit. Down there, noises such as laughter tend to attract predators.


My mum is called Emery. She went to go get some herbs - for her spots. She was sick. And she was supposed to come back the same day.


Finally - some bloody peace and quiet.


<i>This is the Netherbrain's stem. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.</i>


Stench? No. Smell like piss and blood - nice things.


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


I am <i>trying</i>, Overseer.


This will never be right.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Hold fast, I'm coming.


*A glint of light on something in the blood catches your eye.*


Indeed, you will. Or you'll find my claws planted firmly in your dangles.


You blunder.


We've exhausted our spells - I was contemplating salt-throwing and other childish superstitions when you arrived, so I'll not refuse your help.


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


It is NOT stealing, Boo! In battle, it is called <i>looting</i>.


Beast still looks murderous. Not sure it appreciates the healing touch...


We need you alive.


Fair point. Looks like there's plenty of fighting ahead.


I need a little extra edge.


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


The forging is not complete. What else is required?


Flagello!


Remember what we discussed. Ketheric will strike again. We need <i>you </i>to strike first.


Our families are held elsewhere. The overseers need only activate those contraptions they hold, and they suffer the consequences of our actions too.


*The lich queen doesn't intend to reward you, but to devour you. She speaks only in lies.*


That's one shadow monster dead.


Let me give you a hand.


As for you, Dringo. Get out of my yard. You're finished here.


Curse? There ain't no - is there?


I'm coming for you!


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


Personality isn't everything, I suppose. Plenty of relationships can limp along on physical attraction alone. What do you want?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Hm. Nice.<br>


It must be around here somewhere.


Of course, but that doesn't make the shadows less dangerous.


Remember when she fell down the stairs and split her chin?


What the... Back off freak!


A fine fellow of your gruelling station must continue to show the innocent masses what-for.


We have the hammer - we can free Orpheus.


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


My good man, every substance has been tried and tested by yours <i>truly.</i>


I wonder where they were going.


*Silence but for the gentle, rhythmic slap of water on rock as your vessel cuts through.*


*You did it.*


She had fled from our camp by morning, when Boo told me the whole tale over a breakfast of berries and nuts.


It is a crown of domination. The stones were taken from its crest. They are Netherstones, imbued with the ability to control the wearer of the crown.


*Here founders Augustus Two-Pegs, the worst riverboat captain to ever sail the Chionthar.*


Do you take me for a fool? The devil may speak in poetry, but his purpose was crystal clear.


Damnable whelp. For a thousand years have I given my life to Vlaakith.


What about... this.<br>


Recovered


So a fake dragon? Urgh. Boring. Master Illy is <i>fun</i>.


Alas, I shall have to search for that egg elsewhere now.


Someone had a party here. Or some <i>thing.</i>


A note, right under the canvas.


Someone lost their eyepatch. Hopefully that's all they lost.


Thaniel still suffers. There'll be no improvement until his essence is restored, I fear.


Prove it.


It's the only way to Moonrise Towers. We have to push through.


He betrayed them, but only in the hopes of saving them. It will comfort the others little to know that.


Yeah. They got some cheatin' magicker.


Well isn't this a cheery place?


Human! What are you doing on Gekh's raft?


*As you near the rubble, a fragmented voice clutches at your mind.*


Paintings hung on the wall - almost like an art gallery.


Be ready. It's the perfect place for an ambush.


But do not deceive yourself: our bond runs no deeper.


This is no ordinary dragon.


Now there's a sight I'd like to see. The great Lae'zel climbing a mind flayer like a scorpion, taking it down with one fatal strike.


*Under your watch, no demon will harm the people of the Sword Coast, and no wardevil will set it aflame.*


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


*Darkness seems to swallow the temple, leaving you with a vision of the goblin priestess, receiving instruction from a handsome young man. One of the Chosen...*


This must have been quite the view once. Now, a mere shadow of the past.


I can feel your struggle. Impulses you wrestle with. A certain... <i>hunger</i>. The Unburdening could spare you such woes.


Simply vexed. Anger would be impractical.


We get along quite well, I think.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


To the guards, as I promised. Begone!


They say not to go poking bears. Perhaps we should apply that to oxen.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Hostium munera!


You focus on that parasite. I daresay turning into a mind flayer may set that bomb off as quick as anything. No time to waste.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


I will help you to your feet, but you may dry your OWN britches.


Eloquently put. His mind stood up well to his time here. The same cannot be said for your mother - such brief, fragile lives humans lead.


I knew any artefact that could command an elder brain must be close to omnipotent, but for it to be the very crown Karsus forged... it verges on unbelievable.


In nocte consilium!


This body... a sacrifice, or some kind of display?


Calm, Maggran. Give her a chance.


From silence to suffering.


We lost too many good people out here.


*The Neurocitor awaits your input.*


Are you mad? That artefact's the only thing shielding us from the Absolute's voice.


Careful, CAREFUL! People don't bloody look where they're walking.


He drove the raiders away and raised a wall to protect his people.


Filled with brine - and a whole lot of those parasites.


SmileClosed<br>var 4


I've turned goblins into corpses - but never into comrades.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


A petty kingdom undone, already lost to history.


There is nothing but bad memories here. We should leave.


Please provide a full inventory of any and all livestock before entering Baldur's Gate proper.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Resisto!


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


You'll do well when you meet with the Absolute, I think.


He's a newcomer to our delightful underworld. And he doesn't play nice with others.


Whatever he found there, he didn't make it back.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


People always say that. It doesn't mean anything.


*The adventurer sleeps soundly, his breath steady, his wounds expertly bandaged.*


Gibberish.


It's not fair, Garret. Why was it you?


Effort


What? Have you lost your mind?!


Wait. Are you saying...


As long as our objective is the same, the reason doesn't matter to me. We have a common enemy.


I do admire how you got that lantern, you know.


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


I reckon those warriors holding the bridge can be fought off... if it comes to that.


I'll return him to my tribe, as ordered. Whatever fate awaits him there, I'm sure it is deserved.


For an unfaithful such as you... to have beheld him... Unconscionable.


What is this <i>ghaik </i>trickery? Where am I?


You're not supposed to be here!


But I won't sacrifice our future to the screaming horde. While I still breathe, this grove will <i>not</i> come to harm.


<i>Orthon - with me!</i>


Says his muse made him do it.


Kill them all! <i>Bhaal's will be done! </i>


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


This would be fascinating if it were happening to somebody else!


Focus! The procedure is almost complete.


Entertain yourself elsewhere.


Oh, don't give me that.


I am <i>more</i> than ready for you to try.


There's still killing to do.


Right now, I'll settle for taking our city back.


C'mon, you lot, hop it before she changes her mind!


A fine welcome back to Baldur's Gate.


Now, about what you told me in the grove - your little wriggler problem.


... unless you're looking for a fight, that is.


Sure, take it.


A gem. Might be valuable.


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Help me kill the leaders of this horde, save my grove. Then I will help you. <br>


I can feel it, in your head. You follow someone else's orders. I'll deal with them, not you.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Don't be petulant.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Haha...


Astarion, we need to talk. I know you're a vampire - it's kind of obvious.


Please remain calm and exit the circus - your safety comes first!


Not very valorous if you ask me. But what does a mean ol' devil like me know about heroes?


So you're a vampire, Astarion? I suppose I shouldn't really act surprised - the signs are not exactly subtle, if you care to look.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


You hesitate. If you will not fight for my blessing, I will make you something crueller. A deserving sacrifice for my child's ascension.


<i>Indeed, Shadowheart. </i>


To arms! Wait, no - to swords!


*Bloomridge Park ahead.*


Your presence here means your lord sees a purpose for you still.


Propera!


I think I've already proven I take my secrets to the grave.


My mate got thrown by a Steel Watcher - lucky bugger. The trajectory was <i>perfection.</i>


Chauntea's cheeks, I <i>told </i>them to give him space. That's two volunteers for dishes later, then.


More of those creatures. Not sure why they're attacking out in the open like this.


These Lathander statues can move, if that book is to be believed.<br>


All I will say on the matter is that you were wise to lower your standards from the godly to the ghastly.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


*But this is Prince Orpheus - the saviour of your people. Imprisoned he may be, at least he is alive.*


Hold fast, I'm coming.


You can count on me.


And that same one man... is <i>Minsc</i>.


I suppose they might... Hang on.


Why didn't you stab him properly?


Don't worry, I've got you.


Something's blocking it from the other side.<br>


I'm not worthy. I... I never learned the words.


Ha. Haha. Ha ha ha HA HA HA HAAAAAA!


You do not control your slaves?


Nulla salus!<br>v3


About you? No.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Perhaps it was indeed wise to dissuade me from the Crown of Karsus - a jumped-up wizard drunk on promises of power is not enviable company.


*The portal does not react.*


This place stinks. It's enough to make a statue weep.


I'll take the pain away.


Sleep tight. I'll see you later, I'm sure.


We can lay down later.


Those two must have history.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Big bones. It's been dead for a while.


I can't lose you.


Please - hurry! Thaniel is more than just a boy - he's the spirit of the land. And he's all alone.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


*A curious philosophy. Better suited to a follower of the Shar then some common racketeer.*


Gods, it must be exhausting to be so cynical.


What's happening? Where am I?


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


*His voice carries the weight of untold centuries, and his ridges are scarred with uncounted battles.*


Sniff<br>var 3


Cutting to the chase.


Hells. They deserved better. They deserved a <i>chance.</i>


I like this bloodlust look on you. Very flattering.


I hadn't really decided on the specifics. Obviously we could stop the ritual, or... not?


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


Absolutely. You're well-suited. I can tell just by looking at you. Pleasure to meet you, by the way.


Thank goodness. I feel like I'm so <i>close</i>. Let me try again.


Laughter


Wouldn't leave you folks behind - not ever.


Effort


I question who is really on our side. Give me no reason to doubt you.<br>


Don't think I didn't see that with yer slippery fingers.


It announced that we will find the answers that we seek in the Absolute cultists' lair - and offered another generous 'gift'.


Sorry. Thought I'd catch you in the afterglow.


But we've seen Hell. It's real. And it isn't trivial.


The people of Faerûn will be well served with Wyll as their champion.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Lucky you.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


One of the leaders. Split her skull and be done with it.


You there! You're not getting out of this mess!


This <i>is</i> its glory.


A pixe. What a darling little ruffian.


He clearly needs help, but we're stretched thin as is. He's just inside, if you want to give him a once-over.


Ah!


Hullo. Nice day for a - hang about. I read 'bout you.


I bet we can work out how to open it.


Those who cling to light are destined to lose it. Candles will gutter. Hearths will burn low. The stars will dim.


I can't lose you.


*Such magic is considered a criminal offence - and you're about to face punishment.*


...Duergar... slashed me...


Astarion has quite the friend in you. I'll make sure he knows that, at the end.


It is the natural order - the strong rule the weak. In time, you will grow used to their cries.


Prisoners. We can't leave them here.


Poor wretches. A sorry end. <br>


That thing doesn't look too happy to be free.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a Nightfall ritual. Eating and drinking your fill before sacrificing an innocent to Shar... I've missed these.


Let none stand in our way.


Do not give up, my love.


*You recognise the symbol of your Lady. You know these uniforms.*


Nautiloid! Stay low and watch your footing - we can't take bombardments like that.


Thanks again for offing that drow. Only made it here 'cause of you. But I can't stop thinking about the rest of us...


And you're not alone I see.


I like it.


Hells. I have better things to do than seek out unsettling little children.


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


*The corpse remains silent. It waits for you to ask a question.*


<i>This </i>is your target? I was expecting a little more from a devil.


Pity it's so light on details, mind. Mad gibberish...


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


Buff


These sigils... druids and Harpers alike tried to seal away Ketheric Thorm in his foul tomb. To no avail.


You will make a pretty feast.


So speak, O loathsome one. Give me one good reason why I should not cave your head into your neck.


I see you enjoyed our little chat so much you snuck back for another.


I think Scratch is up north. Playing in a goat-farm in Icewind Dale, of course!


No worse than having mind flayers bury a tadpole your brain, or crashing to the ground on the banks of the Chionthar.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Nothing in there.


*You've just been robbed. Again.*


Not a chance - your mother would kill me.


Not now.<br>


We are all her children! We are all <i>hers</i>!


We loved Father Lorgan as you did, we would never hurt him!


They are servants of the Absolute. In sufficient numbers, they are an effective force. Expendable and willing.


Hello, hello. Are you the new cheese-dropper? I do hope so - I'm almost down to the last crumbs.


What is that creature? I thought it was a displacer kitten for a moment.


Enough! Just leave the bloody True Souls to their business.


Jus' like you'll be if you don't clear off.


Careful, brothers. We must take care of this place now.


So many places to be... and I chose Baldur's Gate.


I- I don't need to. I know what you did, whacking me over the head. Near caved my skull in!


That's a gith egg! Is it viable? Give it to me!


Always poking, prodding, trying things out...<br>


To Ramazith's Tower we go.


It just... it just never stops.


Goblins aren't our concern, so long as they stay out of our way. We're here to find a healer.


Stuck no more.


At least things have stayed interesting.<br>


Sob<br>var 2


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


I don't understand.


No more roof. Time to get down from here.


We'll take that...


Who said?


It sounds like death would be a mercy. Let's deliver it.


It was no dream I had - it was a plan. Carefully crafted, carefully executed by sheer force of genius.


Let this murder be his sacrament!


Oh my dear, you're sweet, but we must have standards.


<i>It is time we move on.</i>


Expello te!


I'm not so keen on taking a shadow-nap, myself. We need to free Nere and get that Moonlantern.


Better take a closer look.


Enough! True Soul - tell the General how the goblins served our cause.


It's still bereft of power.


Toy bears. I had one a little like it when I was a boy.


NO, Barnabus! <i>We talked about this.</i>


Peri!


Shit. You don't remember slaughtering the girl you welcomed to our camp?


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


You must be eager to get back then. Slimmer pickings out in this wilderness.


Hee hee hee.


Willing and able.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Then go - rest. We will discuss our next move in the morning.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


I just want a little look.


There! That's the last frothing innard catalogued.


Pizzled rancour!


Thank you, now please go. We have lost enough time already.


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


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


I think you're overestimating your abilities somewhat - but I haven't got time for this.


*The construct stares at you, noting every detail.*


Voco glacies!


*The Spear of Night could be meant to sacrifice the Nightsong - but are you the one supposed to wield it?*


Oh my, <i>soooo</i> big and scary. You could give a kitty-cat a run for its money! But alas, that's not it.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Take your time down there, Head Banker. We're not busy up here at all.


Perhaps the people would be calm if you kept your nerve. I expect better from the Flaming Fist than to run scared from a slight tremor in the earth.


So, the real man is still in there somewhere.


They're here. More of those things that killed Yonas. I won't let them take anyone else.


Just... move on, Arden. You didn't see anything.


How bothersome.


<i>If the rest of your people ever find out what she has done, there will be civil war. Your 'queen' will be finished.</i>


I think you would enjoy... yes, this is perfect.


I see you waste no time pursing your quarry, Astarion.


Pick your marks. The moment will come.


Traps, eh? I've a feeling I'm not very welcome here.


Kled heard it cry. It said 'Auntie Ethel' - and that she was dying.


A lot of unfortunates drew their final breath in here, I think.


Checkmate.


So two halflings walk under a bar...


You want my advice? Enjoy whatever life remains to you. When Raphael catches you, you'll never enjoy anything again.


Mhhhhhm. <i>Mhmm.</i>


I'd rather you'd trusted me sooner, given all we've been through already.


Seems as though the Absolute's attracting followers from all kinds of places.


This will hurt.


Belongs to a Merregon, if I recall correctly. Hell's footsoldiers - I don't fancy meeting the commander.


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


Aqua pura!


But still not strong enough to get out of <i>this</i> place. Or away from Cazador.


A key. Looks to be a perfect fit for that chest.


I know what it's like to lose control over your own body. It's a wretched thing.


What beautiful music...


Unless you've reconsidered speaking to them for us? Kagha might listen to you.


Slaughter well, in the name of Bhaal.


In a very 'look at me twice and I'll dismember you' kind of way, of course.


I'll help however you wish.


I doubt Shar will look too kindly on her failure - we all know how she treats those who disappoint her.


Oh. Right. Did you hear that, Tara? Erm. Stop it.


None could possibly have devoted as much blood to the Lord of Murder...


It's locked - from the other side. Wonder where it leads?<br>


No boar pursues its prey with such savagery. This was the work of an animal, but of a very different nature.


Someone was... <i>arranging</i> these corpses. What for?


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


Try to find me again - but my family will be looking for <i>you </i>at the same time, so don't get caught!


What the hell was Carrion doing down here?


Oh, nowhere. I just think it a rather cruel misnomer. Not at all reflective of the glamour wizarding life affords.


It feels like... my magic is getting drained!


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


He's dead. Good riddance.<br>


Such blood hunger thickens your marrow.


Quite the list of characters, but hardly my taste.


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


That did the trick.


And as she toyed with her dead mother's hand, a deep quiver rose up through her throat - the Lord of Murder speaking through the child.


But perhaps...


What do you remember? Eye colour, hairstyle, accent, anything!


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Malleus! v3


Where's our dream guardian?


I'm not bloody dying here. I <i>won't.</i>


In all these years, I've only ever fed on beasts. Drinking the blood of thinking creatures is a different thing entirely.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Every last Watcher's shut down - or so I hear. I'm sure Gortash's got it all under control.


Should step in before it gets worse.


Tell me you bring good news.


Eh, not critical. Just a bastard if it breaks. Won't blow us up.


Look, my offer is still on the table. I can do this. I <i>should </i>do this. You know you can trust me.


Rest in peace, Ansur. I am sure you deserved a better end than this.


Those gith look like a fight and a half. Best keep away from them for now.


I will not bore you with a long tale. The short: I was born to a high family in Tethyr. I remember little, except that when my family fell, they fell far. And fast.


You have found fine companionship while we were apart. It is no common soul with the strength of arms to best Minsc in combat.


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


Just a little something - consider it a gesture of good will.


Oh, we like it when people run - makes 'em taste sweeter when ya catch 'em.


You know of my condition, and you know about my unfortunate efforts to win Mystra's favour, but those are but the broad strokes.


Another gem. There must be one for each trial.


Have courage, my friend. Your victory is assured.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


I read about you! In the Gazette! Ooh, you're a PROPER wrong'un.


I believe you. In this very moment, at least. But you might live long enough to forget your promises. The meaning of hunger, pain and fear.


Hope you're enjoying our <i>magnificent</i> alleyway. Finest in Baldur's Gate.


Our scouts told us you'd come. The devil's ally. Come to finish us, have you?


I'll move Cal in immediately. Lorroakan refused to let him stay here. He is going to <i>love</i> the library.


To living!


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


*Even now, your desires threaten to consume you. Your only hope is that a prison will be sufficient to contain you while you spend the rest of your life pondering your sins.*


Nnggh! Hells.


Speaking of which - you ought to get your rest. Quite another day ahead of you, I'm sure.


If there's one thing Zariel taught me, it's not to fuck with the top dog until it's absolutely necessary.


Recovered


I'm sorry you feel wronged by how things ended between us all those years ago. But now, we must look to the future.


We suspect he holds his victims somewhere below his mansion. And we fear our missing children are among them.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


We're short on time, friend. Any luck with those tools?


Welcome. If you've need of a bunk or a bath, you'll find them upstairs.


Sol Invictus!


Thank you.


Don't worry - it isn't leaving my sight!


This is nothing but junk!


Might've overheard you talking to Wulbren - sounds like you got cold feet.


Just a little rummage.<br>


But poor Wyll. He's going to be heartbroken. Tsk. I don't know if he'll want me to be there for him, but... but, well, I don't know. This is shit.


It seems even the Lord of Murder has lost faith in you. I'd offer my commiserations, but, well... I think they might be lost on you.


Oh no. Tragic.


It wasn't the heat that woke me - it was the scent. Cultists had set fire to the place. I don't remember being taken, just the smoke burning my throat before I fell.


The druids have called on their god to protect the place. No matter.


Where did he go...?


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


The tower sits on top of a <i>ghaik</i> infestation. How deep does it run?


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


My friend - I wish you had trusted in me.


My dearest boy, my blood and my pride. You've come to me - just as Gortash said you would.


A splendid plan. We'll talk more there.


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


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


*Ragzlin pierces your mind, prodding for truth.*


They can't hear the horn. We'll have to fight our own battles.


I've made a powerful ally today.


Locked - but there's no keyhole. Must be a switch or something nearby.


It's the front one. I chipped it on the evil thing.


... the secret... to mastering the Adamantine Forge...


The sun rises, True Soul. Are you ready?


*Your thoughts turn to the caged githyanki. Is <i>this</i> the target Vlaakith asked you to slay?*


Of course. Gyldro's finest.


This place is so cool, Cyrella. I think I saw a whole eyeball.


It could be a lot worse, Rolan - trust us.


Effort v3


A bone. Dry and brittle.


Dying Panic Fall


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


Another brain.


<i>But don't wait too long. </i>


What-cha... this'n's some <i>booyahg</i>! They're tryna magick me!


We are approached, so still thy rant.
Share you shall in murder's chant.


Dolly thanks you for your sympathy; now, druid kind, please set me free!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Leave me. I want rest.


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


Long dark below. But light above - light, at last.


He will come here, because he knows nothing else. Because he is incapable of anything else.


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


*Her voice is steady - her gaze unflinching. She's telling the truth.*


May your road be kind.


On my way.


Give me a moment, for pity's sake! You've exhausted me already!


She... hid... a... blade... beneath... her pillow...


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


Laughter


Help's on the way.


I cannot prevent you. But I can advise you. Be careful to whom you yoke your fate.


I'm exhausted. Weird.


Nothing - I swear on every god in the realms. I just want to find my daughter!


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


Helped us with some Harpers on the way too. They're shadowbait now.


I have just the thing.


I can't... breathe...


What? No. I - I'm fine.


Something's waiting up ahead.


I've learned my lesson! No napping!


Aha! Only a child would find that intimidating.


PainPretend<br>var 2


'Unnatural' - are we not all one under the Absolute, True Soul? Surely there's <i>nothing</i> more natural than sharing our resources.


Ten years of bad luck if you kill a wizard. Why take the risk?


The hag's lair? I think I preferred the swamp.


In nocte consilium!


Dying Burning<br>v3


Might made manifest.


So what next? Pretend this didn't happen and hope you don't go on another amnesic rampage?


Hm - must be the tree from the note to Kagha. What's that cleft there?


The favourite of Bhaal turned meat puppet, strung up by the sinews and plucked by my hands.


I see that look, I know that look. Don't you dare.


Not working.


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


Almost there!<br>


Turn back, citizen. No passage in this direction.


There's a pressure plate in the chair, but I'm missing something.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Recovered <br>V4


Bound but not beaten!


It senses something, doesn't it? I'll keep my guard up.


And for what? That little firefly buzzing around overhead? I'll crush you first, then her - and in death, you will all serve the Absolute.


Well, there was an invitation to leave if I ever heard one. Good luck in your endeavours - you shall certainly need it.


At once.


Recovered


Only a fool would resist such power.


Strange-looking staff. Is that something you'd want, Gale?


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Excuse me, madam, quick question. Would you marry a stranger so your family can make buckets of <i>gold?</i>


The people used to respect the Fist. Now they call for the Steel Watch. Hmph.


Whatever you lot are up to - hurry<i>. </i>And <i>thank you.</i>


Just a little bit farther. See my actions, Lady Shar. Hear my words of faith.


Rotating plates. Symbols. Right, clear as mud.


Hope this ends well.<br>


Get you moving.


Buff


To know my little ones are just trapped here, in the dark. There is no pain like it.


Get to work, or get out of the way.


This scene will be repeated across the city, if we do not stop the brain. Across the Coast entire.


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


*You detect the gentlest of presences disturbing the temple's ancient, stale air. It seems to encircle Shadowheart, welcoming her.*


Try to cure yourself. Shop around - beg, borrow, and steal. Exhaust every possibility until none are left.


If you wish it of me... of course. I work as the quartermaster. Come see me whenever you wish.


Aw, the wizard thinks he's smart because he can <i>read</i>. How precious.


My soft heart is to blame. I was too charitable in offering him my services so cheaply. He was clearly not capable.


A waste of good healing.


Bring forth the hydra, says Boo - more faces for the punching! First we pop the Zhentarim plot, then we show Nine-Fingers the five-fingers of Minsc. Yes?


*With a gasp, the corpse shudders.*


A list of names... Father Lorgan's on here, crossed off. A target list, perhaps?


You will be the saviour of empires, not least my own.


A laboratory. What mysteries are lurking here?


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


They didn't deserve this - no one does. Yet another reason to kill the brain.


So you leave us no choice. You are too dangerous to walk this world, spawn. If you cannot be redeemed, then you must be destroyed.


I've been dead in the ground for long enough. It's time to try living again.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Worse, Phase - we're <i>Zhentarim</i>.


Aye.


Diminish my feelings if you wish, but do not expect me to take this lying down - that's more your style, from what I can tell. My trust in you is broken.


Surge!


Marvellous!


That's Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. I didn't think anyone still worshipped him.


Get out of my face.


If She told me to, I would. But I do not hear Her... and perhaps that is a sign that you must live.


You keep dangerous company.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers. Their corpses dissolve when they die.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


*There's enough out there that it would take a thousand lifetimes to see it all. Thankfully, you may have a thousand lifetimes to spare.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


You shall live to regret this. Perhaps not for long.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


You feel joy because you honour your daughter. It is a beautiful thing.


Just this once.


*The agony refuses to fade until you collapse against your bedroll in a cold sweat.*


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


Thank heavens! I thought I was going to have to claw some sense into you.


Ugh, I hate swamps. The place reeks - probably full of bloodsuckers as well.


You can change that, but only if you embrace your potential.


Imbecile! You've knocked the wits out of him!


No one's stopped me yet.<br>


A great ask indeed. You've given me much to think on - as you always did.


<i>I suppose it was considerate of you not to bring it up before. And I ask that you do not judge me for it now. </i>


Really? Gods, all right. Better you than me.


Cheer up, buttercup. Karlach had no heart. You did the world a favour.


Mine is the advantage.


Oh, I'm sure. Gutting fish, is he? Or perhaps he works the street corner? Nothing would surprise me with your kind.


I'm fading fast. I must heal.


Can't leave anyone stuck.<br>


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Time to move.


You have my attention.


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


Gods above, woman - I said <i>buy</i> me. If you didn't have the coin, you might have just said.


Well, well, look what the bugbear dragged in.


What an imbalance.


This <i>must </i>be the place. We have to get inside.


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


Effort v12


Oculus tempestatis!


Did you hear the waveservants talking about a beast in Grey Harbour? If that's true, prayers are the least we can do.


Infernal metal! Yes! We've got to bring this to Dammon soon as we can.


Very impressive. Thank you for helping Aylin - that wizard sounded absolutely dastardly.


It was her mother's blood that soaked the sheets. Orin had cut off the very hand that tried to end her, and made a plaything of it.


If I had my fleet of druids and a month of hard research, perhaps I could help. But I'm no savant, for now I can only guarantee a cure for ceremorphosis.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


No one taught me. Not exactly.


He-llo.


You will return to the crèche and fetch reinforcements. But first, a question...


Immobilisation... temporary...


The <i>singing</i> we could probably do without, but even so. Thank you.


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


So, you decided to stay true to Vlaakith? To keep loving your chains.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Can't keep me out.


Veni et iuva me!


Voco araneae!


You are well on your way to being <i>ghaik </i>food. Do. Better.


Acidum!


My head - it feels like it's being <i>crushed.</i>


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


You truly are a feast for my eyes - nature outdid itself with you. Did you wish to speak?


Harpers - cut this True Soul down.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Right. Wulbren's life is at stake. We must focus.


Mind if I listen closer?


Who's the stubborn one now?


I'll get you moving again.


Ancient bones, but their equipment looks as sturdy as ever.


Step a toe out of line, however? And the deal is off. Bye-bye, petal.


From this angle, there's nothing you can't endure.


Venenum!


Seco!


My - could it be? Gale of Waterdeep, here in my tower. I'm surprised you dare show your face after Mystra cast you on the scrap heap.


But who knows? Maybe the old man's tastes've changed since I left.


I remember this shape...


Bit of a mess you're in.


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


BLEARRRGH!


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


Not having second thoughts, are we?


No, no, an <i>owlbear.</i>


That mithering thing?


*A vampire in your midst - and you let him get close enough to strike.*


That mirror reflects nothing - it only consumes, and offers darkness.


<i>Caveat venditor.</i> Big mistake coming here while Raphael holds all the cards in his claws.


Very well. I will claim you once you have taken to rest.


Let me help!


Blood follows me everywhere.


I'll have you up in no time.


Come on. Can't stay idle.


We must reach Moonrise - She waits there for us. Hurry, hurry, and be done with the darkness.


Dying Panic Fall


That's why we need to walk just a little more. One foot in front of the other.


Priestess Gut needs to touch you, too. Hold out your arm so I can mark you.


Yet I came through, I did what was right. You butchered Ulder like the devils you are.


I see how you slip-slither closer, belly dragging in the filth. Father is <i>laughing</i> at you.


Get back in the fight.


You are right to fear me.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


That wall's barely holding together.


When the order to transform is given, it will not be a matter of days - they will be mind flayers in an instant.


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


Not before time.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


A handy little trick.


What's in here?


Must be a diabolist running this shop with so many devillish artefacts.


Are you going to kill us like you killed the others?


Cudo! v2


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


Lia! Thank the gods.


Can I take their life as well?


Dolor!


Inveniam viam!


We fought already. She bested me, humiliated me, enclosed me in this chamber with Bhaal's unending disappointment. I am a failure to Him.


I just hope somewhere has good dwarven beer.


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


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


Kill them.


Your bond beats in pleasure. It is an honour to behold.


I adore you, you know.


Steady yourself.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


<i>All right, Lady Keene. Send them in!</i>


A vile little creature: a vampire spawn named Astarion.


Ira!


Obedi me!<br>v2


*Your gaze follows the drow footprints around the courtyard and south - out of the inn.*


Malar's mark, what are you DOING?


Shar's armies of destruction arose from within these halls.


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


You must focus on the parasite at all times. The <i>zaith'isk</i> will do the rest.


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


Breathe, focus. This battle's barely begun.


The sussur tree's native to the Underdark, if my teachings were correct.


Better move in carefully.<br>


Aaand I'm back in the Underdark. A shortcut worth remembering.<br>


Come on, let's get out of here. I have a brand new world to explore.


Since I met you, all I wanted to do was touch you. Now that I can, I never want to let you go.


Well, you're full of surprises.


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


Get back in the trash pile where you belong!


Let me give you a hand.


<i>Kain'cha</i>... Speak on it no further.


Hopefully it's just the goblins we have to worry about - the druids are treating us like vermin.


Get the fuck out of here. <i>Now. </i>Before I change my mind.<i></i>


Please - feel free to enjoy yourself eslewhere. No doubt there are others here who offer more welcome company.


What an odd emblem. Don't think I've seen it before.


Well, someone fancies themselves an artist.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Bring deaths for Bhaal, hallowed child, or die in his name.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Heavier than it looks. Wouldn't be very comfortable.


Wonder if the boss will let me cut the shift. Nothing to guard down there anyway, with everyone hidin' out.


The goblins will be out for blood after what happened at the grove.


We must be closing in on the brain.


<i>Birna mrag. </i>May the crows feed on you<i>,</i> you godsdamned <i>zurgnak </i>bastard!


I should speak up.


I just want a little look.


Huh. Kinda smells good.


Myconids. That explains the voices.


Oh, hells - the prayer can wait. I'm... I'm going to miss him.


On your feet.


A new neighbour? If you're locked up in here, you must be doing something right.


You <i>are </i>here to help me, and <i>not </i>to sacrifice me, aren't you?


And so many minds for us to break.


Well met. The Blade of Frontiers at your -


Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW.


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Your master let us in here. We're your guests!


Pardon - you are a Disciple, indeed. The Towers are yours to explore.


This is the point when a clever operator like you accepts my gratitude and walks away.


That you have. That and more, True Soul.


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


The forgiving sort, are you?


<i>Ngh... </i>hells, she's just hurting me out of spite.


What? Why? Why would you do that?!


He always took such good care of this... I'll do the same. For him.


Silvanus soften my steps.


I knew you would see light.


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


*The cub seems to brighten up a little at the mention of Scratch's name.*


Seems simple enough.


That said, you can certainly do better then her. I should know.


We're using 'em for excavation. There's some more ruins Moonrise wants us to make a path to - there's something hidden in 'em. Something the Absolute wants.


I suggest we admire it from afar.


A fine offering always appreciated in the eyes of the Wavemother.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


<i>Humm </i>zip <i>humm humm </i>zip!


Rank, malodorous pustule.


I'll get them free - you find a way out of here!


Shouldn't take much to crack this contraption.


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


Dying Burning<br>v2


What reward? I am empty. Ravengard is tadpoled, beyond rescue. There is nothing to give.


I feel you in there, digging around.


A tome of necromancy? All well and good, but some of us are already dead.


On that note, I bid thee farewell. If we should meet again... well, we will have met again.


We're not done. Not even close.


I'm starting to feel like my old self again. And Jen - I mean Shadowheart - has been able to unbottle some of the feelings that Shar denied to her.


Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here.


When Duke Eltan formed the Flaming Fist, he sought out people of courage and honour to fill its ranks.


If you want to know more, speak to the <i>kith'rak</i>. But don't tell her we sent you.


Make what preparations you deem necessary, and then sound the horn. Let's have this done.


Hurt Critical


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


<i>Exaudi me, Myrkul! Resuscita fratrem meum. E morte ad me redige eo!</i>


Thaniel! He's still trapped there - he needs help!


I can't see a thing.


Ahem.


Time you got across the Ebonlake, True Soul. Nothing more to be done on this side.


Halt, citizen! Prepare to be scanned!


Done. Now to reap the rewards.


One boot in front of the other - then up evil's behind!


What a mess.


I didn't say 'forgive'. Seize the building. Arm any children old enough. If they protect what's mine, we'll consider that a start on what's owed.


A fine vintage - mixed with poison and just a hint of paralytic agent.


Just as I was getting bored - our Lord sends us a little <i>diversion.</i>


I drew his symbol where I thought someone might see it and recognise it.


We are no fools - we will not be deceived by the likes of you!


And you haven't tried to have it removed.


Say no more. Just get the job done.


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


I should've guessed. I mean, you're pretty powerful. Makes sense that it's in your blood.


Hear that? Sounds like something's powering down.


PainPretend<br>var 1


Karlach. You brought Ketheric's Netherstone.


Victory<br>


Agh!


No. That's stupid.


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


Keeping low.


It matters not - you revealed yourself for nothing. The Gondians wouldn't know a spine if I ripped it from their backs and beat them with it.


I can feel it, in your head. You follow someone else's orders. I'll deal with them, not you.


Look - I don't want your wares, I don't want to donate to anything, I'm just chatting with my friend. Excuse yourself.


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


Nononono... It was going to be perfect... NO!


Another step forward.


You're welcome. Good luck out there.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


*Your offering is accepted, but more evidence of devotion is required.*<br>


Leave me <i>alone.</i>


Not now - Shadowfelling.


*Wyll burns in the fires of Avernus; the lightning storms of Dis strike his flesh. His soul passes through each layer of the Hells, gaining their essence - and their torment.*


Death won't take me yet.


Go ahead. Turn that pretty nose of yours up.


<i>Big. </i>In walls above. Maybe whole tower.


That was on purpose!


*As if in response, Minsc's rage burns colder, burrows deeper, searching for something within you to break itself upon. And finding only -*


...well. You know the rest. I would turn the grove over to them.


You stole my chance at vengeance - my chance to become more than some wretched spawn.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


Lost your footing, have you?


The brand marks your flesh. Her voice purifies your mind.


Vocal Misc - Laugh<br>v3


*Sigh* Come. Let me taste.


I am not a hero, I am a servant. Of nature, of balance - of <i>life</i>. At this moment, I serve all of you.


The cult are a threat to <i>you</i>. That is what matters.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


What an odd emblem. Don't think I've seen it before.


Damn dukes kept me running - my feet are beat.


*A show of force will reveal you as a mighty commander, one who will keep order when enemies knock upon the gates.*


Effort v11


What have we here?


Villains! Dissemble no more, I admit the deed! Tear up the floor - here, here! It is the beating of his hideous hea- oh, no, that's his brain. Where did I leave that heart?


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


M-moon Mountain Dark, coming righ-righ-right up. A man of proper t-taste!


GruntAngry<br>var 2


I don't let <i>trust</i> tie my hands. That's why I sit in this very fine office.


I am not a githyanki. Do not call me that!


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


Looks like the goblins found her.


Under Gortash, we're safe. More to the point, my <i>fortunes</i> are safe.


Bastards torched the pig-sty we were staying in and made off with the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate himself.


I just better not wake with any holes in my neck.


Call it. Heads or tails?


Dame Aylin will make short work of this wizard - whatever his intentions.


I'll talk about your wriggler - and that's it. Last warning.


Well... I'm open to suggestions.


SHIT YOUR TROUSER HOLES. FORK IS HERE.


The prisoners below are <i>gone</i>, True Soul. I cannot understand why they would flee Her mercy.


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


My problem isn't exactly official business. I expect to get beaten up by some thugs hired by Hurlbut Hhune.


I could seek you out, or you could return to me, if Avernus were to yield a cure.


My friend - only cowards lay traps, and Minsc is no coward, so there can be no trap. Yes?


I can't use this at the moment.


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


I was able to retrieve it, before it sank too far into Shar's umbral domain.


'When our allies fail us, we must turn to our enemies.' My father's words. Where the Emperor's concerned, I fear we've no choice but to trust.


I need to do something heroic. That'll get their attention.


Cudo! v3


I - well. Mm.


When the fighting starts, we'll be right alongside you.


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


Let me give you a hand.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


You cannot <i>possibly</i> comprehend what happened here today. Near apotheosis - cast aside. How wasteful.


Let's chat.


Same way lots of us did - trying to get away from the army of the Absolute.


The goblins will be out for blood after what happened at the grove.


Te adstringo linguam!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Looks like that idol is enchanted. Might be worth getting a hold of for Gale.


It's something of a gamble, true, but if I can win - if I can beat him, it would be worth any risk.


I'd have begged Myrkul himself if I thought he'd listen.


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


Cutting to the chase.


Dying Burning


((*the tumour is excised. <b>the duergar are dead</b>*))


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


Fake. This has no value.


Lady Shar may smile upon you, but it is the Mother Superior who holds your fate in her hands.


You're in league with the damned drow?


You ought to be careful - I hear pigs eat people if given the chance.


I won't lay so much as a talon on her. I wouldn't rob you of that delight.


Sniff<br>var 2


I'M SORRY I CAN'T DO IT I'M JUST TOO EXCITED TO TALK TO YOU.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


LOOK AT HIS LITTLE FACE. ARE YOU NOT INSPIRED.


This Blade of Frontiers is truly <i>she'lak</i>.


The Moonmaiden's light will protect us - even here.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Well, she's back with Ketheric.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


Closed Mouth Effort v6


A <i>hag </i>has her? Gods above.


My head. What is this... ngh.


*You recognise the odour - the foul scent of carrion crawlers, centipede-like aberrations that feast on the dead.*


Minsc! I'll save him Boo, I promise!<br>


A bit of patience is all I ask.


A simple errand seems no price at all for the soul of your artist friend.


Effort v11


Yes - as raw and ancient as the veins of Bahamut.


What an angry little creature that pixie is.


Quite a collection of art. A shame to keep them from the public eye.


Try to keep up.


Let's finish up here and then get away from that damned plant. Until then, we'll keep you safe.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


You speak with arrogance - one that is familiar.


Effort v12


Ignore my friend. He hit his head very very hard. He is in danger of it happening again.


Perhaps one night soon, I will come to your bunk and take what is mine.


Haven't you ever heard 'don't catch your chickens before they hatch'?


Effort v9


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


YES! That is - do follow me.


That feels good.


A crack in its defences! Now we can destroy its true self.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


*Someone, or something, has scared her - badly. You, however, are neither foe nor food. Perhaps even a friend.*


AH! Nearly had it!


Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.


Option one - the black bishop can take your rook. This leaves your queen free to move three squares to the right, and checkmate black's king, your knight pinning him down.


I hope so. 'Cause it stinks.


Expello te!


And I'm the Duke's bed warmer. Follow me, please - Manip Nestor'll know what to do with you.


That was not what I expected to see today.


Another lick of the cane and those rothés are going on a rampage.


Erm... ask the pipsqueak on the spinny tower - we're out of here!


Something sparkly down there?


*A schematic of a nautiloid flashes into your mind. Nerves, sinews, as much living being as ship.*


Duergar... slashed me. Poison.


The cult couldn't break me - what chance do you have?


Ouch. Well-earned.


If you seek to protect it, our aims are aligned - even if you've much to learn about the <i>methods </i>of a true champion.


An' we got what we needed. Ya weren't 'alf bad, for a tieflin'. Drow'll be happy when she hears it.<br>


You did well to spurn the devil's contract, my friend. Minsc's teachers always said he was better at bleeding than reading.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


Losses, mate? What exactly have I got left to lose? They won't even give me a <i>post </i>here.


Must leave now. Cannot stay. Forbidden.


It is your turn.


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


Dodge
v2


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They must have fallen in the fight against the Sharrans, all that time ago.


A vital boost.


This is simply a matter of royal principle. We hear of a darling thing shining a light in the darkness? We kill her!


Today's event is a public showing of many fine pieces she has commissioned.


Abracadabra - book's showing its true colours.


You sound just like Kagha. Oh, that it had to come to this...


You found it? I... I don't know what to say.


But this isn't what she promised!


Malleus!


So, will you dedicate yourself entirely to your new, true love? Is this the end of our late-night trysts?


I... only wish I could do more to repay you.


A Sharran structure, going by the design.


I cannot come with you, though I wish I could. At least let me tell you what I know; help you on your journey.


Why does Cazador need me? <i>What is he planning?</i>


These are desperate people - who is to say what lengths some of them may have gone to, just to earn the money to survive?


Frange! v2


Not <i>my </i>coin. That of every common mucker in Baldur's Gate.


Yours neither. They're all red and... bright.


I think I remember... breaking thumbs? Yes, the Mother Superior showed me.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Boss Ragzlin, eh? Must be the goblin in charge.


Words of the cold-hearted. I beg you, do not let him suffer!


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


What do you think?


Perhaps. Tell me, <i>ra'stil</i>, does this sound familiar?


Looks like the goblins found her.


---my master---
  --i must-  --OBEY--
-i must---

END


No doubt about it - this is where the hag must be.


<i>Don't look at me like that. </i>


Away from me.


It was you. <i>You</i> killed my father.


YES, CHEF!


Death and devastation, blood and battle. So our path is set - and we've no choice but to follow.


I knew you were different to other True Souls when we met, but I could see nothing clearly.


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


That rough, eh? Well you can't say I didn't warn you. Buyer beware, and all that junk.


I'm here to watch the line, not vice versa - you can look for entertainment elsewhere.


Young Wyll would be sucked into Avernus and take up arms in the Blood War.


It's rather good, isn't it?


You'd imagine wrong. Nessa is as loyal as can be.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Frange! v2


What if it was chocolate cake? Your favourite.


Can't keep getting lost like that.<br>


All this broadsheet coverage for <i>one</i> dead lord - it's exhausting.


Mother gone. Hungry!


That can't be all of Dribbles. Come on - let's find the rest.


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


BUT FIRST GO GET THE HAMMER


Quite a spear. Why hide it away...?


Stay out of my head!


I simply cannot suffer another rival in this. So killing you is a compliment, if you think about it.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.


So Gortash's parents sold him to a warlock. Why does that sound so familiar?


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Snore
zzZzz


Dying Freezing to Death


<i>Agh! </i>You... you were on the ship  - and you have one of those <i>things </i>as well.


Stray from the path, and I will correct you.


You possess a violent heart. Rage grips you. Blood inflames you. The House of Grief knows such burdens - and can lift such burdens.


Maybe - but we're not fighters. If they broke through, it'd be a massacre.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


But I made it in the end.


If you've come to the Elfsong to hear what's going on, never fear, because your girl Oohna hears everything.


Only if it's to review that awful fashion disaster you're wearing.


Speaking of possibilities, what's this I've been hearing about you and Astarion?


Then this sacred grove can be a comfort to them in their final moments.


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


Ah. That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.


Hah! Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do when you told me about that tadpole.


I'd rather face Ketheric's armies than suffer traitors. Watch out for those Flaming Fist.


Warrior, my arse - not even Tempus himself could teach Liam to swing straight.


She has made you believe that you need her. That is what the gods do. In truth, she is not so different to the Absolute.


They'd never leave me. <i>They promised.</i>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Remember - his throat spits lies, but my blade carves the truth. You will read it on your skin soon enough.


Victory v4


I trust you haven't forgotten what happened when I drank something she offered? This 'formula' won't be any kinder to you.


You blessed them too, my Queen? Where is their lantern?


Yes. This again.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


*A single person applauds frantically from the back.*


Well I'm not getting through here. Not just yet, anyway.


Where is my key...? YOU. THIEF.


It won't happen again, you have my word.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


You came so far, only to slip now. Such a pity.


Let's crack it open.


Minsc is dead, Jaheria is gone... We've lost ourselves some powerful allies, I fear. Let's just hope we still have enough strength to see this through.


Were I not merciful, I would slice the skin clean from your meat.


Mm - doomed to shed our skin and become illithid, or so the stories go.


I... wanted... to be... Bhaal's... Chosen...


Is that Shar's voice? Not present in person, surely...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


It will be easy. Her protectors have left. She thinks she can defend herself. She cannot, not against <i>you</i>.


Hush now. The time for talking is over.


They are vessels for control.


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


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


His love is right beside him, in body, mind, and blade.


Left out in plain sight like that? No - the Harpers are too smart for that.


I - I don't know. Days? Years?


Excuse you.


The bay is tainted with black blood. The Wavemother's citizens wither and choke.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Me? Never been better.


Let's be safe.


You are impressive, it is true. But do not forget that I protected you. You were not alone.


*The names of settlements are crossed out: Breachstone - sinkhole! Ssalsen - Lolth! Old Kell - demons!*


Zarys was looking for this chest. If we want to bring it back to her, we should keep it intact.


'Swill' would be a compliment.


That was on purpose!


Well I'm hardly going to say 'oh come here, have a hug in the arms of Hadar'.


Crèche Y'llek welcomes you, <i>ra'stil</i>.


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


Invoco te<br>v2


I want to have a word.


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


Remarkable. Truly.


Have you back on your feet soon.


Look around you - it's peaceful, isn't it?


Effort v4


I was... contemplating. It's a lot to take in.


Let's get out of here before we stop to chat.


We were sent to look for fugitives. Some survivors from a crashed ship a ways west along the Chionthar.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


Expello te!<br>v3


Of course.


*The sisters' blades are bloodied and dull. Only the most measured hand could make a clean incision.*


Buff


One touch and this will fall apart.


That's it, then. I can't jump any further.


Locked tight - there must be another way through.


Te exsecror!


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


Mm, mm, Thaniel and me are
Climb, climb, climbing up a tree and


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Ngh - wait! NO!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Nere must be long dead by now. I suppose that makes it slightly more palatable to sever his head from his body.


Don't hear it.


Whatever's inside belongs to us now.


SmileOpen<br>var 2


Open up.


More good has been done since I met you than in a hundred years before. Words cannot express my gratitude.


Look at that.


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


SHOW ME.


<i>Complexum tuum, ab terra ortum, ad nos defer.</i>


Just one piece of clown cadaver yet to be found.


Your saviour is here.


<i>Tsk'va</i>. My people turn their blades against us.


She can cool off in a holding cell. She's perfectly safe, I assure you.


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


Nothing can harm me.


We were supposed to be <i>hunters</i>. We spent our whole lives training, studying... You were the one we were supposed to kill!


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


Careful. One wrong move and we'll be behind bars with them.


Going.


*A legendary warrior of this world - you know his name from histories of the Time of Troubles, a century past.*


*As you choke down the acrid mushroom, a memory embraces your unlovable carcass.*


Can't live my life without you.


Mhm. Mhm!


You were blinded by her artistry, her devotion - you believed she worshipped you as much as all the others.


Vivat crescat floreat!


<i>I realised that returning to my former self would only impose limitations. </i>


Locked. Best find another way in.


My sincerest thanks, friend. I don't know what possessed you to find us in that place, but I am surely glad you did.


Don't think Halsin'd fancy us pulling up his grove.


Ungh! I'm hit!


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


Do not mistake the crown itself for the actions of its wearer, or rather, those <i>controlling</i> its wearer at present.


That was most of them - time to press on.


I need a bloody drink. Go on - clear off. I've seen enough of your face today.


I should've yoked my fate to a better cleric.


A perfect score - I'm flattered. Have you been studying up on me every night at camp?


That cage won't last!


Urgh! This one's corked.


Dying Freezing to Death


You must reconsider - this is the only way.


The glass feels... warm?


*Every night that passes is another night the monster inside you grows.*<br>


Scratch is still stuck at the post house.


Dolor? Weird fella. He'd come and go, quiet as a bug's breath.


Strange - the dust on the leftmost door has been wiped clean.


No time for mercy.


Evanesco!


Weak


You see what I did? The Absolute's gonna recognise me, make me a True Soul, I tell ya.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


I much prefer straightforward condescension - it leaves no chance of being misunderstood.


Sorcerous Sundries, what am I thinking? It's Ramazith's Tower that's the real prime real estate in this transaction!


Hells, I wouldn't want to get hit by that.


Doing Balthazar's bidding sickens me, but if it gets us closer to Ketheric, so be it.


Entrance is hidden behind the wardrobe - here's the key.


A pair of wings...


Canto te!<br>v2


Patience. He may know a way through the curse.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


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


What's inside?


Plue!


Arde!


Yes. Yes, he'll do nicely.


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


No time for that.<br>


What the - Who're you?! That crypt's ours; think you can clear it out from under our noses?


The editor will be in for a surprise tomorrow.


Can't slow down.<br>


Dolor!


Let me.


But I can't abandon you either. Return to Avernus - for now - and I'll join you once the city's been put to rights after this disaster.


Let's see if they want to have their blood spilled.


Shadowheart doesn't seem the type to share her toys, never mind her lovers. Neither am I.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


All that time together, and you still find ways to surprise me.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


I'm afraid I can't help you. I've got a good thing going here - letting you swap out a whole article might get Ettvard suspicious.


Non compos mentis!


Recovered


Fair enough. I should not have underestimated you.


Let me smooth the path a little.


That's not my chest.


Very well. What do you want to know?


Cover me - I'll get the alarm!


The true honour is to serve the Absolute. She loves you fiercely; I see that in the strength She has given you.


This is an illithid colony. The source of the tadpoles must be in here, somewhere.


All right.


Gods, that's hot.


Yes, but who knows what's inside? It could be worth more than any purse she'll offer.


What makes you say that?


Tell me, then - what is he feeling? Right this moment, in whatever rathole he is cloistered?


*For now, you have no answers. But you do have a pledge:*


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Keep digging!


Taking position!


Expello te!<br>v3


If he lays a finger on you, I'll break it off. That's a promise.


Calm yourself - we have allies on the surface. Seek them out, and play this lyre to call on their guide.


That's quite all right, sir. Quiet company is more my specialty, anyway.


Certainly.


Signum arcanum!


Silentium!


Don't worry. I'll free you.


You know what's needed - the deaths of Dror Ragzlin, the drow Minthara, and the priestess, Gut. May nature guide you.


I've not come to kill you, Lae'zel. I've come to aid you.


*The chapter ends there. This disc might be of some interest to Lae'zel.*


Greetings, citizen. I trust you are having a safe and productive day.


Oh yes, it's a lovely -


Ah, Yenna. Poor child deserved better.


Up there. Danthelon's Dancing Axe - the Harper safe-house Jaheira mentioned.<br>


Laughter


*You stare, but glean no ill-intent from the clown. Perhaps the makeup just threw you off.*


I'm awake! Mostly.


Ah. If that's the main criteria then I shall reset my expectations accordingly. Water it is.


<i>Raphael.</i>


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Whatever's inside is probably cursed.  Brought us nothing but bad luck.


Let's see what you're hiding.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


One of the inn-whelps pulled a dagger on me - against me axe! Bloody idiot.


I will gladly help destroy your enemies, Astarion. But do not expect me to call you Lord.


It is done.


Yes, child! Face her will!


A wizard's cowl - something for Gale.


Five.


I suppose the merregons' master returned to the Hells. Unless...


None should be forced to make such a choice. If Orpheus is willing to undergo ceremorphosis, then it is his will, and should be respected.


Where would you be without me?


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


I'm just glad to be rid of the bloody thing. Happy hunting.


I have <i>such</i> a headache.


No time for mercy.


I should speak up.


Blood comes easy these days.


*You remember reading a history of Thay. Szass Tam is a powerful lich who rules that land and drove out the Red Wizards that opposed him.*


Hang on - you're not seriously considering this, are you?


Certainly.


Don't bleed out on me.


I guess you need this.


I'd almost feel sorry for him. If he wasn't viciously insane.


Very well.


I know the gith heirloom you possess must be important to my kin. As I know they would not yield it willingly to you.


*...what if it's neither pest nor familiar - but another druid in animal form?*


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


*Your gold is good for many situations, but apparently not here. You're going to pay in blood.*


<i>Will you help me? I am still weak after my transformation. Still hungry.</i>


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


A Guardian of Faith spell, and a remarkably long-lasting one at that.


Sorry for... yelling. Here - I hope this helps down the road. And thank you.


Scratch is a captive of the post house still. Unless he breaks out to come and fetch...? No.


Pretty speckles. But not worth much, I think.


... little serpent... long shadow...


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


Nice to see youse again! Today's edition's cheap, if you fancy it.


I agree! It's a feisty critter. Just... a little... further...


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


Look, are you actually going to help or just piss about?


Lead the way.


How rude. This is exactly why you people have a bit of a reputation, you know.


No traps, please.


<i>Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht </i>- the githyanki <i>will</i> be free.


Help is at hand.


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


Gladly.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Ah... Gods... whatever that is... I needed it.


When am I not?


Oh! My nauseating Lord! Such rudeness is unbecoming of your august station.


A cadaver with the brain removed. Is this how they puppet the Steel Watch?


To your side!


To think I thought her to be speaking for the Absolute. I worshipped that woman.


We won't need to. If we do this right, they'll run for the damn hills.


You're all right.


Risus abundat!


Sorry. I didn't mean - here. Just go away!


Not how I would have done it.


Do not waste this.


Well, could be worse... It could have <i>done </i>something horrible. What did it say?


Hook horror. A worthy kill.


Just another crate.


You should've seen her before... before everything. When she'd step off the battlefield, oh how she glowed. <i>Literally.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Moonrise Towers. It must have been quite a sight in its heyday.


Left flesh... joined with Her... eternally...


You are most eager, True Soul. All will be revealed come dawn.


PainOpen<br>var 2


Pay attention.


Conditions look right, but quite empty without all the other eggs.


I hope I'm not mistaken.


Nothing. There must be another trigger.


Unholy Assassin. Does have a certain... ring to it.


Ha! Look at where the Absolute's love got 'em. <i>Dead!</i>


Ubi es?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


He turned his back on the circle to stumble after the past. How fitting that it's consumed him.


Monster - they were my parents!


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


I'd say it was a pleasure doing business, 'cept it wasn't. Off you go.


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


Boss put ya to work, eh?


We can lay down later.<br>


*Another vision. You look back into the darkness of the pod aboard the nautiloid...*


<i>Ulma, gather your hunters! It's time to slay some monsters.</i>


<i>Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht.</i> The tadpole lets us command the minds of others.


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


*Ketheric Thorm - an inescapable name. His legacy has shadowed the region, above ground and under.*


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


<i>Milady.</i>


We fight for the survival of Baldur's Gate. And we will win.


Ex nihilo!


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


May... he... rot...


For the Absolute!


You! We ask you to free our children and you unleash thousands of vampire spawn on the Sword Coast?


Hurt Armor Piece Destroyed<br>var 3


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


They wanted tieflings out. They got their wish.


*Elminster's visit weighs heavy on your mind. His is a face you did not expect to see again.*


Stay together! Keep to the light!


Effort v6


THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH


Bloody hell. Just leave.


No one tells me anything. Last I heard Lord Gortash handles <i>this </i>port's inspections personally.


Hahahaha!


Oh, it was wonderfully disgusting, wasn't it?


<i>Complexum tuum, ab terra ortum, ad nos defer.</i>


No, 'I'm here to save you from a monstrous vampire' - that's much more convincing.


I will not fail you.


Don't waste a step.


Man appeared. Offered help. Raphael...


Present company excluded of course - but the point remains. We cannot afford to trust your kin will react well to us.


How would you know? You didn't even try.


*If you didn't know better, you'd swear your refusal had broken the zombie boy's heart. Fortunately, it stopped beating some time ago.*


Effort v12


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


Sudden mind flayers. Bad shit. And I've heard this isn't the only time.


Ah. I've already spoken to your travelling companion. Well met.


*The cub looks at you with dulled eyes. He longs for home.*


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


*If only you could free Orpheus, perhaps he could help you succeed where the Emperor failed?*


Your first act as Archduke, my lord?


DIRTY LITTLE FINGERS. GET OFF!


I just didn't expect you'd take it so <i>literally.</i>


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Yeah? And who are you? Probably <i>your</i> trap that did him in...


And yet, thou hast found value in thy mortal life that even gods may envy.


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


What's this?


Suit yourself.


This darkness - it's <i>cursed. </i>I can feel it leeching the life from me.


Give it or don't.


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


Effort v10


The druid's poison is spreading. I need a cure, fast.


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


I better get a 'thank you'.


Victory<br>


What are you doing?


Scalpel... patient awaits...


I thought the Absolute wouldn't dare set foot in my circus. To use such a woeful Dribbles impersonator - why, it's downright <i>rude</i>.


*Harbourview Park, generously maintained by the Jannath family since 1482 DR.*


That sign above. This must be a brewery - or distillery.


That looks painful.


Don't stop singing...


Not if I kill him first. I just need to know where this 'Black Mass' is happening.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


We try to work towards a common balance. If every other faction finds us equally annoying, that is probably a sign that we are succeeding.


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


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


Please - no more! Leave us in peace, and we shall leave you in kind.


Do not patronise me.


They are an agent of the Grand Design. Sent to sabotage the Astral Prism - our last defence against the return of the Illithid Empire.


Whatever do you mean?


First, the pick. Then the boot.


Thanks, soldier. I just want to celebrate this. At least for a little.


You'll be free soon.


That goblin is in my debt - should prove useful one day.


Let's leave this place. There's nothing more for me here.


So this is Zarys' chest? She promised good coin, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


It vexes me to know of you.


I used to be agog at everything when I first walked in the sun. Perhaps I'm adjusting to this new life.


Stop it? Why would I wanna do that?


Look at me. Aren't I beautiful?


... no more...


Most wander this world like witless cattle - but you are the butcher. Finish the ritual, Bhaalspawn.


A little magic never hurt.


Ellyka... scout...


But if you are a friend - you can be my salvation.


Blood stains... and something else.


If you can take on monsters, you can help <i>him </i>- you must, please.


Better make my next move.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


I know that name - it was in a courier's note. Something about 'settling matters' with Nine-Fingers.


See how it quakes beneath your touch, Boo? Let us go a little higher, and make it tremble in truth!


Might be worth checking Arfur's donations - looks like his generosity's compromised.


The other eight, well, they are pleasures unto themselves. I pity those who can never know them.


<i>Words of mine will turn to ash... When you call the last light down...</i>


Command it to die. <i>End this.</i>


Oh, the lad's quite the tease. But he's a charming sort of cad - well, most of the time.


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


Obedi me!<br>v2


No traps, please.


You helped bring me to this point - you're as much a traitor as anyone. Besides, the betrayal was Shar's, not mine.


I'm afraid so, yes. Check his person - there might be something on him to help get us started.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


That old woman was certainly memorable.


You don't have to be. Just follow my lead.


Corruptus!


You're a worthless human and a worse artist, Oskar Fevras. You <i>never</i> should have brought me here.


I am - <i>soverystealthy</i>.


*The back of your eye tingles - there's magic in the beast's gut.*


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


<i>Hells</i> that was strong. Thought my skull was going to crack.


A shame. I was rather in the mood for a spot of fisticuffs.


You must be sharpened before you set your edge against my skin.


My friend - forgive the cold welcome. My Steel Watchers are eager watchdogs. For the good of the people, I'm sure you understand.


Looks like the booze got the better of them. They're practically unconscious.<br>


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


Anything to help.


In for a surprise.


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


But if you ever get tired of your decades-long devotion to one another, I'm always here for a sordid affair.


A <i>kith'rak's</i> red dragon would have this place down around Gortash's ears in moments.


As citizens of the Underdark, we face similar stigmas. Totally unfounded, of course - our natures are as unfixed as any who walk the surface.


Wait - this is a lamp. A <i>djinni's</i> lamp.


Hm. What was she trying to summon?<br>


To Ronnie... Ozzy... What the hells was his name...?


My pocket's been picked. Try the cadavers - probably loaded with loot.


Once we find out who did that to the Watchers, we'll be knocking some heads together for sure.


We must not live in fear of loss. That is not truly living.


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


Well I suppose it would do no good to back out now. Let us begin this little anthropological study, if we must.


What...? Well, here's a word for you: manip. Come on - let's go and see him.


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


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


It seems loyalty only stretches so far in this forsaken place.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Few people can stand against a vampire, let alone one filled with infernal power. You did well.


No hesitation.


These rocks look ancient. Not sure I could break them if I tried.


*If not the best sex of your life, it was certainly some of the most memorable.*


<i>You will be able to do things you never thought were possible. </i>


The hag's leftovers, I presume.


Er - you are Minsc. You are the most Minsc. Wherever you go, there is only Minsc.


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


*The corpse tries to speak, but something prevents it.*


Besides, it would be quite something to study infernal magic in its natural environs. I say 'natural' in the loosest sense, of course.


I've told you everything - and, in the end, no one was hurt. Please, just let me go!


But let's at least see if there's a healer to be found, first of all.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Now, you don't worry about me. I'll be a good, quiet little apple you can tuck into the corner of your pack, just until we're inside the city walls.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Art? Hail, Art - can you hear me?


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


A Selûnite amulet. Gale would want this.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


And that makes us the most powerful couple in the world.


Ethel again? I was hoping she'd found some remote bog to rot in.


Yay! When I'm older I'm going to become a wizard and <i>zap </i>all the goblins and ogres!


*Dark Justiciars, who fell long ago in service of Shar, and Ketheric Thorm.*


I'm sure this toy'll be finished soon if they bear with it.<br>


I saw something more for us, once. But you are <i>ghaik</i>. My path cannot be yours.


Zevlor couldn't save everyone - it's my job to look after those who survived.


Ah ha, just let me slam another round first.


I want to, but I don't know how. And I'm starting to wonder if there's anything I can do. Or anything <i>you </i>can do.


The younglings are a nuisance, but the road would not be the same without them. Thank you.


Hurt


But Damays, if it's intelligent... We can't just...


Victory v2


As you wish - but quietly. It. Is. Listening.


<i>Gh'rack</i>! There's no time to waste. You must free Dhourn.


You made it look so easy, the killing.


*You make an unconvincing attempt to talk your way out of this. Perhaps you'll have more luck with the guards.*


It was nice. It was really nice.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


The mark of the Zhentarim, I believe - brigands for hire.


Watch for the hidden hand.<br>


I do not intend to lead a suicidal charge. The goblins are expendable; I am not.


VO_SFX : Downed v2


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


I suggest you turn around - we're closing the shop for the day.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v6


A little bite... he don't look like he'd mind...


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


Sicarius'. A passphrase to be used at Candulhallows.


Hope is a fine thing, my friend - but even my hamster thinks we will be needing something more.


((*Servant, awaken*))


*Unlock hereby the path to the Karsus Vault.*


Whoever built it, they've let it rot for ages.


Zumbo, we <i>have</i> to get out of here.


Keep us from the hag's gaze, Vigilant One - I beg of you.<br>


I'm waiting on someone, and you aren't him. Do you mind?<br>


*Your actions are pushing tempers to the limit. Persist, and things may get out of hand.*


Your love is one few have - cherish it.


Oh yeah, this staff is turgid with magic. Yoohoo, Gale.


This is Mol's eyepatch - what's become of her?


Wretched thing, pull yourself together.


Hurry it up! We need these stalls ready sharpish.


Be gone - surely you have others to bother.


Ferio!


Vos curo!<br>v3


The great Archduke's coronation became his funeral rite. At least the flowers will not go to waste.


Still stuck.


Celebratin' a raid, we are. You'll need to wear our war colours.


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Sure, why not? I'll mark your map.


*Your voice cuts through the fog of confusion - you can see the creature's hold on them wavering.*


Hello, my sweet.


Let's not get caught off-guard.


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


Thisobald, you say? Indisposed, apologies is the master distiller c-currently.


Those figures were just githyanki? I was so sure I saw demons.


Quod dico face!


Would I try to fool a sharpy like you? Have a look!


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Eiecto te!<br>v2


The Absolute has given you a second chance, loves. Don't waste it.<br>


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


PainPretend<br>var 1


The Prince of the Comet will crush the lich queen Vlaakith, and usher in the Age of Orpheus.


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


Master Portyr, I've taken the liberty of... oh, you are not the master. Just as well.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


His heart has been freed - now everything he sees is joyful and like new.


<i>It's no good - it won't be any use now. It's overripened thanks to your feeding. </i>


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


BUT YOU PROMISED


This is about to turn violent. Let's dive in.


I think she's probably pickpocketed half of the Fugue Plane and is having a blast.


A dragon and an elf. Quite the pair.


I won't let a friend down.


Stories! Stories! Get them right here!


Nice view.


Flagra!


Eaten enough?


A poor reward, considering the sacrifices you made. But I understand. May Lady Shar bless you.


*The orb casts glyphs familiar to the druid of ownership; overwhelming it with the same element can often disable the enchantment.*


I'm not the helpless brat you met in Ethel's lair. You're looking at one of the Realms' finest hag hunters.


But no more secrets, understand?


The parasites inside us do not rest. Even as we speak, they defile our brains and warp our bones.


What do <i>you</i> want?


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


But she is not alone. A rare find indeed that partner, who stands beside her now. Though the rest of the world may think it a monster, she sees its true worth.


Well, we're by a windmill, after all. Probably some cog or joint in need of a little grease.


Dying Burning<br>v2


You've done so much for us already, but I have to ask - the others might still be out there.


'Only a Patriar's Loss can open this door.'


Yeah, the book was a lot more... lewd than its prequels.


That's the plan! We looted an entire inn - brought back enough booze to drown a dragon.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


And so should you, <i>my kin.</i>


*You surrender any offending items. It's like it never happened.*


Get down!


Always room for more.


That was ugly work, but it was them or us.


This can't be the blood of Lathander, can it? It's a bit... eh.


Negative.<br>


Not goodbye. Not even close.


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


My tadpole's growing restless. Does anyone else feel that?


A crypt - and Shirra Clarwen's resting place, I reckon.


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


Oh, let her stay. What's the worst that could happen?


Raphael revealed a cruel truth, but believe me when I say it is one you are more powerful for learning.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


We'll make a place for you - somewhere secluded, somewhere you can call home.


We may need to increase our camp provisions now that we have Karlach along for the journey - those muscles don't run on fresh air, I'll wager. Still, she'll be useful in a fight.


That's that settled.


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


Wot do you call a drow's knickers?


OI! GIVE THAT BACK! It's my special hand!


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


The artefact is closed to me. But it's protection is an advantage - as is having a skillful cleric at my side.


As a noose. Doesn't stop people from testing it, though.


*The spell's power wanes. You can ask no more questions.*


You do not smell of his corpse-rot. But yes - I feel it. He is grave meat now.


Yes, but only because of the parasite. This would be true freedom.


Incredible - you actually think you hold the winning hand.


Listen. Think. What does she most desire?


We'd make better strangers.


Every strike needs to count. It's time to make the undead, re-dead.


You serve my purpose.


Relics are wasted on bones. We can make much better use of them.


You think your words carry more weight just because we're deep gnomes? <i>Please.</i> You are weak - like all the others. I see that now.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


<i>Ab spiritu humoque, aculeus vitisque.</i>


This darkness is suffocating. I - I can barely catch my breath. We need light...


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


That a fact? He's at the windmill, muckin' about. Wouldn't stray again, if I were you.


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


This'll be mean.


A critical step.


Magic boots there - the sort Gale requires.


<i>Urgh.</i> I don't know anymore.


<i>Vlaakith, ba na'zin. Vlaakith, ik sa'ith!</i>


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


We'd make better strangers.


Pity for you. A good plough might dislodge that stick from your... nngh...


*If you complete this ritual, there will be no atonement. Seven thousand of your own kind, dead by your hand. All but Cazador yourself.*


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


<i>Keep pushing forward. There's no other choice.</i>


But the <i>kith'rak</i> speaks for our Queen. And I live to serve. Fine. You can take it.


If he doesn't, I'll cut out his tongue.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


This is going to be <i>fun</i>.


Its will is weakening - the brain is almost defeated!


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


How wrong you are. You have no clue how to control the elder brain. It will destroy the Sword Coast, yourself included. Together, we can tame it.


Help's on the way.


But now that it <i>is</i> said, it is time. Swords, not words. Butt-kicking for goodness.


Ex Textura!


Too ominous for my taste.


We beginneth, to delight.


Of course, what I have to say merits some privacy - as well as some more... let's call it refinement.


But I will enjoy ridding this world of one more monster.


Ah, a ruse! You've played the part admirably, if I may say so.


Bodies for the harvest!


Well chosen - she's quite something, isn't she?


Why do so many professions have to be done in silence?!


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


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


<i>Think on it. </i>


Very much so. One positive I will concede about city life is that you never know what lies around the corner.


Doing what, exactly? Last I checked, that orb is still pulsating inside you, vulgar as ever.


Her story is yet to close. She liveth her life as ever she did, but misseth something in her soul.


Viola Silvertongue - at your service. Or I will be, once my set is done!


Prefer human meat myself. Juicier.


Goblins. Gnolls. Even a couple of your underground cousins.


I can't be expected to remember every little morsel. But I do remember that you're supposed to be a thrall. Evidently not.


This is your end!


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


He turned to wretched Shar, the Lady of Loss, for relief. And she whispered into his ear, poisoning his mind.


Many of you know my name, few of you know my face. This is as it should be.


Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring, when we arrive at this gith crèche.


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


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


Damn. Two more legs for smashing? Would love to see that thing in action.


Buff


We must leave. Now.


I saw you with Karlach. You two looked... cosy.


About what happened - we need to talk.


No need to thank me.


I always wanted to be a mother. I... just never thought I'd do it alone.


Vincere est vivere!


Perhaps it's some artist trying to make a statement.<br>


You took them from me. You took everything from me!


By my oath, you will not fall.


*It's time to go home.*


Stay alert - that's a trap.


Go well, friend. We will see you soon. And with our great powers combined, this city will be saved.


Deadlier than ever.


Sarevok once had his chance to taste of goodness - but he spat it back out. Now he may taste boot-leather instead.


Lay a hand on me in friendship, not-quite-Sharran, and I will fight the battle that has been waiting for me this last century. Then - oh then, we will have much to discuss.


Take me with you!


It's the gith's psionic detector. His ilk must be nearby.


Get away from us before I call the Steel Watch.


I'll just stay one night, promise, then I'll be gone. I know I'm ice-blood, but I get <i>cold so fast</i>, I need to be by the fire.


I've been trying to escape from this evil for a long time. Once, I almost succeeded.


Your arms are like tree trunks - they're amazing! Kindly behave yourself while you're here, yeah? I don't fancy my chances if I have to tackle you.


Like crank you do. Lads - attack!


Hold on, my friend.


Could the effect be reproduced? Perhaps with the right application of Weave...


She sent a message - she's at the Elfsong Tavern. Hopefully making herself comfortable.


Ugh. That potion... did not go down well.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Let me go, and you'll be on the right side of history - that's all I can say.


I'm not - my husband was an arse. But he gave me three beautiful kids, so the old goat gets flowers.


I have noticed one adverse side-effect. I seem to be losing hair in some, er, unexpected places.


One body, one flesh! One world without end!


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


Depraved, too, in my estimation! Maybe laying it on a bit thick.


Eternal... glory... ours...


There's a Harper safe-house in Wyrm's Crossing - Danthelon's Dancing Axe. We'd do well to check in with them before entering the city proper.


A couple turns should do it.


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


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


Come. It will no good to draw undue attention.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Any man who can resist being digested by a mimic may even give an elder brain food for thought.


*Teeth bared, she promises claws in your gut, and fangs on your throat.*


It's simply more efficient than killing you himself.


Of course, I can't summon wolves or turn to mist like a 'true' vampire. Being a spawn has its drawbacks.


That is <i>vile</i>. My tongue may never be the same!


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


You did not fight to aid us. You simply craved the taste of blood.


Dying Burning<br>v2


<i>Ah, you again. I have all I need, I require neither your services nor your master's.</i>


An eye accompanied him - it was destroyed shortly after he left Moonrise.


You didn't want to hurt me? I'm <i>bleeding</i>, you pasty ghoul!


How about we go find that chap Halsin little miss Poison Ivy mentioned? With a bit of luck he has the means to offer us a cure rather than a coffin.


What's inside?


I am to be your mouthpiece then? Very well.


Effort


Voco spicae!
v3


Orin's Faceless try to pierce my ranks every day, while Gortash's toy soldiers control the streets.


Vos curo!


Wyvern, Assassin's blood - oh, I'm just listing all the poisons I know.


Of course, we await your pleasure.


Thanks.


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


You and the Urge are wedded, now. One body, one mind.<br>


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


At ease, child. <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i> does not come to kill you -


Put yer arm in it, Three.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Dodge
v2


Go for the eyes, Boo - GO FOR THE EYES!


If we can do that without heisting in the Hells, believe me, I'm all for it.


You give me chills, baby. No mean feat at my temperature.


How much farther can I go?


Obedi me!<br>v3


This is the head... of a clown. Right.<br>


Mister, come on. Okay. Heads or tails?


Trickles of Weave radiate from that chest.<br>


What is this liquid?


<i>Drugnin</i>' True Soul getting himself trapped. Let him suffocate, if the Absolute can't save him.


Wow, Gale. So you spoke to Mystra, right?


So much for their security. Should have stuck with a simple old key.


They've withdrawn there to prepare this damn ritual of theirs.


You point, I poke.


Looks like the place the Dark Justiciar's letter mentioned. But where's the stash?


*You seek rest, but an active mind refuses you.*


You. There are children here - and from what I've read, I don't think you should be around them.


I do it because it makes me hate him less.


A cruel parting of ways with Shadowheart. I can only hope the allies we have won will be worth our betrayal.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Maybe another time, yeah?


For your sake as much as any other, I hope you found the mastermind behind him...


Half-devil you might be, but I don't see any wings.


The blacksmith. The teacher. The grocer. The baker. Little piggies to the butcher.


You don't have to trust them - only to trust me.


Hostium munera!