Please - my Beldron is still trapped. Blow that wall open, I'm begging you.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Here, I'll just - wait. Where is it? No! This was our ticket out of Baldur's Gate!


I come to aid you.


The Blade will not bend!


Don't worry, Minthara. Gale won't let you down.


Part library, part morgue. An interesting combination.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


'Welcome to Waukeen's Rest.<br>West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


That wine wasn't supposed to be free. You stole it.


You had a taste for tentacles?


You'll be free soon enough.


A scrying eye - best not do anything suspicious while its watching.


((*the guardian gate is open. go and claim your reward*))


Still nothing.


The Society of Brilliance tasked me with acquiring one of their eggs in order to settle a dispute.


Oh come now, you cannot be spent already?


(Shhh! They're back.)


A friendly consultation.


Are those prisoners? What's been done to them?


Finally free. I must find my kin.


That's not my chest.


*Her mind cools - acceptance is coloured by disappointment.*


There's death magic embedded in this portrait.


At last, a cure is in reach. To the Towers, then, where the moonlight will lend way to a new dawn.


Sorry yer drowship... didn't mean nothin' by it. I'm here to serve.<br>


*You might as well give orders to an avalanche - the drider does not relent.*


Perhaps <i>you</i> could not. But Netheril's power is in my blood, and Mystra? I know her in ways that most mortals can only dream of.


This big boy - the Captain of Grey Harbour. Built him with my own two hands. And like I said - we can't help you.


Victory v4


Wait, if you don't read the gazette, how do you stay informed?!


Scab-licking vagrant!


Over there? Of course.


Using something that's already fabricated is tough, but I can try. How many do you have?


Voss is waiting beneath the city. We'll apprise him of our progress once we have the Orphic Hammer in hand.


Scalpels down, thank the gods.


Make that two.


You're lucky I respect them. One more chance, then - tell me about the relic.


They've got diseases! And any one of them could be a spy for the Absolute!


Time to press ahead.


Mum used to say there was no such thing as death. That there was only change.


Spawn, you speak to another of your fallen family. It is heartening to see a child once again brimming with promise.


Despite appearances, this whole House is more of a prison than a parlour. Most here have no choice but to remain.


*Weapons brandished, they charge into the hag's lair.*


<b><i>You have played your part. </i></b>


Voco vineae!<br>v3


No joy. Mould and metal, but it still needs something more.


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


Ahoy, stranger, thanks for stopping by Carm's Garms! I'm Carm - well, Car<i>men</i>, hah. What can I do you for?


Can you believe it? I thought this would be a civilised event.


He hid from the Hells' forces - but they still got to him.


Please, I care not for your petty drama. In truth, you made all of this possible.


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


No time to lose.


Fucking <i>preach</i>. Any rat bastard comes after you again, and I'll destroy them. I promise.


I wonder what kind of creature could have caused so much damage.


Another day, another dajemma.


Bit of caution never hurt.


The psionic detector's been activated. There must be gith hostiles nearby.


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


An essential incantation.


Don't stop singing...


*As soon as the dreams cross the threshold of your imagination, you snap back to realise they have all come true.*


What happened to Obelia? Is she safe?


More stacked corpses than a charnel house.


Sniff<br>var 1


The Prism's tenant alone has the power to end Vlaakith's tyranny.


I'll never be anything but a spawn now. You've sentenced me to an eternity in darkness.


Yes! My daughter <i>Vanra.</i>


And yet... you have beaten me.


Baldur's Mouth makes ready so spew more filth - unless we stitch it shut, first.


<i>Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy biiiiiiirthday dear...</i>


Well, damn. Then go on up, take a stroll. Long as you keep your lips off our ale, I don't give two shits.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


A mind flayer. No intention of letting <i>that </i>happen.


My rat sings better than him!


Wasn't expecting that. This jar fights back.


Quod dico face!


That's how you want it... fine.


One more time, come on.


I most certainly do! Jara is a most valued...


Mind flayer horticulture.


Found and taken.


Yes.


Quit stirring. Want sleep. Done with mate.


An inn - Last Light, it's called. A place you can sigh without the shadow-beasts hearing.


Where to next?


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


*Dry stones line the wall. At the bottom, something gleams in the dappled light.*


Forgive us, mother. We're just surprised you still know how to find your way home.


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


Feel their anguish.


Canto te!<br>v2


Recovered


Ah, cries for help... I must be home.


Right? He might wave his arms wrong and burn the whole inn down, or belch up a puddle of acid.


Woah, slow down, sweetie. Take a deep breath for me, yeah?


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


Right, Tut. I think you've had enough.


Gortash and I will ignite the final spark. And that, True Soul, is the greatest of goods.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


A hunch? Just... just a guess, then. Maybe they're all right...


All healed! I will poke the wound, to prove my words are true.


Let's see then. Feint, kick, and - thrust!


*Such a prize will not go unclaimed forever, no matter how far it sank. You must claim it. You are the only one who understands it, appreciates it.*


Nocturnus!


Demento te!


Don't think I won't. <i>Darling.</i>


I wonder where they were going.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Wot's more important than rippin' into some soft-gut? Get out there and kick some arse!


Who's counting? It's a celebration!


I knew they'd find us - I <i>knew</i> it!


The place was supposed to be abandoned, b-but when we arrived...


WAKE! UP!


-- Do not waste - TIME - this mind cannot bear us -
- it --- turns to liquid - listen -- just LISTEN


Back when the Fists were <i>real </i>Fists. Not bloody...


Even injured, a <i>ghaik</i> can kill. Proceed with caution.


So, under new management - but how <i>far </i>under? If you know what I mean.


Hold on, my love. For me.


Because of you, I could protect the people I call family. Thank you. It was good to fight at your side.


Use the hammer. If the Emperor objects - for this, the hammer is also a solution.


*You will bow your head for Grand Duke Stelmane. Your father, Ulder Ravengard. And all the victims of Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric, the Dead Three's chosen.*


LIAR!


An appropriate end, given the torture he's inflicted. A shame I didn't get to take part.


But - but why would he hurt me if I didn't need to be cured?


I'd not tarry out here were I you.


Must be tired from all that running around.


Now, take your leave. I have <i>so </i>many articles to arrange for the next edition - dead men might tell no tales, but they certainly sell them.


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


Let me see...


If everyone else minds their business, I'll be fine.


I'd ask you to be patient, but you've been patient enough. Now is the time to speak plain.


I can't believe she's gone.


Got the mithral. Now we need the mould.


Might as well help myself.


Hope it doesn't see us.


<i>Moon reminds me of your grace.</i>


To me! I shall guide thee.


I cannot allow this to distract me - not now.


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


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


But... would she not toy with the victim? Why begin with a death blow?


Do not think Lightbringer Gortash is above burning you to smoke and ashes, too.


Infernal? I - no. It doesn't matter what it says.


Unnoticed. Good.


Ah, come on. I don't need to see that thing.


Light on my feet.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


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


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


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


But let's not forget why we're here - Cazador needs to die. Everything else comes second.


Please. Help.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Gods. How many lives have these shadows taken?<br>


Ha ha! Fun at last! <i>Punish </i>her, Watcher!


Dying Burning<br>v2


Don't be so pig-headed, I'm being practical.


First step is the hardest.


Yeah - the best one in town. Also the only one in town. Want a copy? [GEN_CheckMagicPocketGold_6057ad05-9492-4630-9f0a-be548b134c54] gold.


Enough chatter. We retrieve Halsin, we find a cure.


I'd be a fool to go after Cazador before sunrise. For now, I should rest.


*And if you take the deal, you'll have to fulfil it. You'll have to deliver the Crown of Karsus to the Devil himself.*


Yes, Mol! Checked twice myself.


Love to be taken for granted.


When I'm finished making it.


Eyes open. One wrong step could be fatal.


Let's play again - you might be able to even the score.


Tibi do pennas!


Nulla salus!<br>v2


We'd better survive this, because I never want to stop doing that.


He'll be home soon, though, and you better find your contract before he arrives.


Non fit injura!


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Then a part of you remains forever empty, yet keenly felt. An ultimate unknowing, beyond your grasp.


Looks like someone's not a fan of Shar. Smeared the Absolute's symbol all over her.


Aye. At least it's on our side.


You won't be hurting for long.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Ugh. The one stern parent is quite enough, thank you very much.


Tormentum!


Erm. Sir.


It does sound divine. You'll have to catch me up on all the gory details later.


Glut will have to settle for being mulch instead of ruler.


You are the source of my wounds. I will forever remember, and forever bleed.


Ketheric's Dark Justiciars from a bygone era.


I could have been free much sooner.


O-of course. I'd never!


Smash the crystals with the Orphic Hammer. Once the fell prince is free, we'll strike him down. The Age of Vlaakith will last eternal!


Did he really go off into the shadows alone? Wonder how long he'll last.


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


Bet that will fit in my pack.


Quickly! Save her!


Gladly.


And what does dear Orin have to say this time?


A sorry creature. Just enough wits to be able to serve the Absolute.


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


A fair point. And they should remember who decides their fate - it will do them <i>good.</i>


I'm not made of magic, you know.


I need to get off this roof NOW!


I better get a 'thank you'.


*North - Rosymorn Monastery. West - Moonrise Towers.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


I won't let a friend down.


I'm not ruling anything out. Unfortunately that doesn't leave me with a lot of firm answers.


Ad lapidem!


Apologies - I had no word of this mission. Take comfort in knowing there will many more yet.


*The visions cloud your inner eye for a brief moment once again. You see the hobgoblin, bowing before the armoured elf you'd glimpsed before.*


But I think you have bigger problems.


And? Will you swear you'll take the poison?


Already dead.


It's three sheets to the wind or nothing, lads!


Brine pools... but empty of tadpoles. Unusual. Harvesting all the larvae indicates they are getting ready for something big.


Very well.


A disguise? You could've picked something a little less conspicuous.


Listen, you!


And when he doesn't need you anymore? What then, sister?


Did you learn anything more?


I hope you did not poop in the pocket this time, Boo.


It is. And if the pick swung the other way, I'd expect Wulbren to do the same.


<i>Tsk'va</i> - you are an agent of chaos and calamity. I will stand for this bloodshed no longer.


Attack<br>var 3


We're... we're saved. Am I dreaming?


Were you hoping for something else? A word of wisdom? A hug?


<i>Nobody's </i>ever beaten Crusher!


Met people... Talked. Flirted. Lured back for my master...


Won't shed tears over a goblin, but still - not a pretty scene.


The secrets are revealed. My eye is keener than this artist had anticipated.


Heavens no! I'm just the humble proprietor. Avery Sonshal, at your service. Descendant of the great Felogyr Sonshal.


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I braved lapping waters and leaking ships to find this prey. I butchered many, and will butcher many more.


*The time has come. You have thwarted the Grand Design. You can call out to the Astral - and ascend.*


Is someone... singing?


That doesn't look comfortable.


So what can it do? I've a lot of domestic tasks that are quite frankly beneath me.


YOU WISH TO SEE <i>GODHOOD?</i>


Milady.


Oh, <i>rather</i>. Can't you tell how the Urge is thickening? You have been altogether too good to appease it.


*The disc appears in your mind's eye. Lae'zel sees it too, and considers the vision.*


Bonecloak's. Get what you can before we have to shutter the place.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


I've got nothing to say to you, outsider.


Glowing eyes are rarely a good sign. Best be careful.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Voss spoke truly, both about the device, and Vlaakith's intentions. She is coming for us.


The work of a dragon, no doubt in my mind.


<i>These goons will keep me busy 'til the end of the world. I need to get to the brain!</i>


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


I need a quick word.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


It's yours? Of course! That's why you were so ready to help me.


You <i>will</i> overcome.


Jaheira deserved better. You <i>monster</i>!


Well unless we find a cure you won't have any teeth to chew it with soon enough.


Gladly.


It's a good old life, isn't it.


Now she stands poised to save the city. I can think of no champion more worthy.


Take care. I'll feel better on the roads knowing you're out there somewhere.


And I have my daughter back. What more could a mother want?


Let's get you up.


Ketheric was a follower of Myrkul. Which means the Absolute is a front for the gods of death and our enemies are the Chosen of the Dead Three.


*You can feel the power it held - weak, but still divine. These soldiers were protected from the shadows by your own lady Selûne.*


It screams. It silences the Absolute, and it screams. What is it? What are you?


Aresce!


We must be getting close.


It wasn't our fight. You dragged us into it.


Take a big swig - cure you right up.


Your parents both followed the Moonmaiden. I could sense their faith, even in a brief glimpse of the past.


Curious.


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


Just like Nettie told you in the grove.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Although I've been able to make out exactly none of this on my own...


I've glimpsed that doom during my travels, but never dared get close.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Effort


Not yet, I'm afraid. Just a bit longer, all right?


The newcomer speaks! And speaks of evidence, and trials, and justice.


Hello? Over here!


PRAISE BOOOAL! PRAISE BOOOAL'S CHOSEN!


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Scratch really gave that ball life.


Pay attention.


Not the comfiest of dormitories. The githyanki must consider sleep quite the luxury.


I have to admit being attacked by sea devils definitely isn't my best date - but it wasn't the worst, either.


Tch. I hear blood and guts make excellent fertiliser. Let's spread you over the soil and see, you little bollocks.


Perhaps there is something to be gleaned.


And it must be the reason nobody could heal you.


I'm on my way.


You're not our only secret weapon.


*Your destiny is set. Your very blood shall clot with the Urge, and that hungry desire will consume you.*


I buried my husband, Khalid, a hundred years ago. That wound still bleeds.


The baby must be so happy with Auntie - I am.


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


Follow the rocks through the acid, but do not approach the egg.


So noted. But my question goes unanswered. <i>Do you bring the weapon?</i>


Trust me, the spirits won't be any kinder to you. As long as they remember their duty to protect this book, no one's getting in.


You're all right by me, friend.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


What am I to do?


The ravings of a lunatic. Strike her down.


'Nightsong' - not exactly a name I'd associate with the Absolute.


Some folk didn't like how he looked after the refugees, but I don't think they'd kill him for it.


Ugh. I have no love for the sea, but the city would not be what it is without these ships. That lends them a kind of beauty, I suppose.


Dread Brother - stand ready. Gondians - so much as twitch, and I'll rip your tongues out <i>myself</i>.


He'll have some hard words for Kagha, I expect.


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


You're quite serious, aren't you?


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


These boots have seen everything.


Ancient history is overhead and underfoot. You just need to know where to look.


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


A private word would be nice.


Don't give me trouble now.


With every breath, a purpose.


A Baldurian? Good. Lots of unfamiliar faces in the city these days.


This window is infused with the Shadowfell. It may even have been created there, long ago in the time of Gorothir.


I liked you before, but I extra like you now.


Finish... the plan. Go... where... they belong...


We challenged the gods to get those Netherstones. Hold onto them tight.


Though perhaps that might change, if you can show an open mind.


Laughter Maniacal


You look like <i>ghaik </i>- and even so, I might have said yes, had you further indulged my needs in the city.


I was careless. Now to clean the mess my own hands wrought.


I guess you need this.


Inoffensive enough.<br>


I want to see Dribbles, but I don't like the monster at the door...


A profane tale. These lies must perish with the prince who told them.


Recovered <br>V2


Consider me intrigued.


Pleasure? You should be AFRAID.


What about this.<br>


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


*The squirrel flicks her tail at you and turns away.*


An' don't worry 'bout passin' out - I'll make sure ya stay awake.


'Fraid not, saer. We're still gathering the, you know, special fluid.


The priestess is slain. And the horde is weaker for it.


Detono!


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


A welcome rest.


Questions, questions - you're wasting my time. Let's see about getting your priorities fixed.


Nothing caught your eye, huh?


Thank you. I'll never forget this. Never.


Astarion? Where'd he go?


Still on my feet.<br>


Please, make it stop!


That's the one saving grace. It seems the orb is now stable, at least until I get to where I need to be.


I'll even sweeten the pot. Found some weird smelling stuff on the ground. You can keep it. But...


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Dying Burning<br>v3


Please, stay with me.


...Aye. Aye, I reckon that'll do nicely. The good folk of Bogrot give ya thanks.


The <i>ch'r'ai </i>speaks. You must obey.


What's mine is yours, friend. But you and I just rendered a celestial unconscious. A very <i>angry</i> celestial.


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


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


Venustior!


Effort v3


I thought that would be the case once... yet perhaps the grove will not need me.


Odd markings. Recent, from the looks of it.<br>


*You follow the squirrel's gaze to a pair of clumsy, ugly feet. Your own, on <i>her</i> territory.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Run through the escape again, leave nothing out.


The boat is nearly free - do not fail now.


Really? Good. That's good. Let's keep going.


But please... please don't tell the goblins!


So consider this a dying man's wish. Help Duke Ravengard... save the city. Please.


We'll walk in the sun. We won't feel hungry all the time. We'll be <i>living vampires</i>.


Resisto acidum!


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


Rank, malodorous pustule.


'The Legend of Ansur.' I should give this a read.


If you aren't helping, shove off!


Let's chat.


You have your mother's wisdom. Yes. I should gather my strength. I've waited so long for this, a little longer won't do any harm...


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


Damnable things.


They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!


Now you see me...


Hang on, Ed. You're going to be all right.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


That was <i>close.</i>


There you are, I was just thinking about you. And that delicious moment we shared the other night.


I can't use that when I'm in battle.


There's a hole back there, behind the crates.


It's time for you to learn true power. Make use of my own altar. Kneel in Her name, and the Absolute will come.


Murdered? ... Gods. He didn't deserve to <i>die</i>.


Behind the crates - there's a hole.


<i>You have become... important to me.</i>


Voco araneae!


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


-Gave-
---us-  -EVERYTHING---
         ---disappeared--


If you're wrong, we'll have squandered the chance for a better world. You understand that, don't you?


I know that feeling. My oath is forsaken once more.


Fuck yes! I'm celebrating my freedom. And our friendship. And these folks' bright future besides.


The second question. What is your unspoken desire?


I last left Moonrise as a commander in the Absolute's army, obeying the voice of a god. I thought I had found a home... and a purpose.


Incommodum!


When you meet Her at Moonrise, She will show you Her design, and your part in it.


You know I'm loyal, tell 'im -


Of course, my heart.


And with her free, Thorm is vulnerable. The time to strike is upon us.


Mysterious book. Magical, no doubt - the sort of thing Gale likes.


The <i>stench</i>. I wonder how many pilgrimages to Moonrise ended down here.


There is but one rule: The dark king must fall in two moves.


Nothing but dirt.


A <i>kith'rak</i>'s silver sword is more than a weapon. It is an extension of your will, an entire limb unto itself.


I... I have no desire to end your life, you know that.


Unforgettable, I'd say. The right time, the right place - and the right person.


She's disappeared. And is that... sulphur I smell?<br>


Having second thoughts?


*This mace must be the legendary Blood of Lathander - the amber is said to contain the blood of the Morninglord himself.*


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


But suddenly someone was there.


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


If you ever want to talk, my ears are all yours. Any part of me is yours, should you wish.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Sahuagin. But why are they so close to the city?


Elturgard... She spoke... in my dreams...


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


You mean just <i>waiting</i>, like a lovesick puppy? Short-term amusements are much less hassle.


Better to put the debtor's attire back on. It keeps the locals quiet.


Bah! It looks like an elf, but it speaks like a beast.


No. I'd be turning my back on too much. Shadowheart is as much a part of who I am as Jenevelle; I can't just forget her - that's not what I do anymore.


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


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Go on - excel.


We've got...


*The bowl contains an ancient, rust-coloured bloodstain. It forms a neat disc, as if spilled calmly and willingly.*


But you are <i>ghaik</i>. As noble as you are, this is a threshold I cannot cross. This is where our fates diverge.


She might be a healer, Bry.


Won't know what hit 'em.


Wait, are you - oh. I see. Real <i>comedian</i> type. Piss OFF.


Do not worry, my heart.


Normally such sounds would be most welcome, but perhaps not right now...


Kiss my arse, then. This Lord of Murder <i>likes</i> doing his own dirty work.


A collar. What are these runes along it?


Maybe even manage a pat or bump without burning someone to death. It's been a <i>long </i>time.


Deadlier than ever.


I bet this idol's powerful enough for Gale to get something out of it.


<i>We had debts. World-ending debts, trying to keep this cursed shop afloat. Dangerous lenders who said they'd bury us all if we didn't pay.</i>


A dragon slumbers beneath Baldur's Gate, awaiting a hero to stir him.


I'll just take whatever I find on your corpse, then.


Apparently Lorroakan can.


Invisible.


Where you goin'? Camp's that way, idiot.


Blessed are you all to witness my ascension.


I don't know myself anymore. All this... It's not who I am. Around you, I'm not who I want to be.


All right, then.


Not interested in a gith's leftovers, I'm afraid.


No, you're right. I'm sick of the whole business. If Elliott comes looking for me, we'll find a way to deal with him.


I've been known to trip the light fantastic myself. Mine was a popular hand at the annual Blackstaff's Ball.


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Wha... what happened?


Stole the idol... needed for ritual... choice and consequence...


I must remain unseen.


To find Halsin. There's not a moment to lose!


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


I'll get to your camp. We'll talk there.


Or to make a deal with her. Probably think you can outfox the old dear.


I'm afraid I can't return the sentiment - but I know of some githyanki who would find him quite... appealing. Mouth-watering, in fact.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


<i>Poorly, </i>obviously. Tunnel collapsed on a True Soul. Absolute's going to eat my liver.


*Agony bursts behind your eyes, and the whole world goes dark.*


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


*Sigh.* Common is just so very - common.


Gith hunters. That must be why that device sounded out.


Didn't he tell you? He's the one that kidnapped us. He's the reason we're <i>spawns</i>. I'LL KILL YOU.


Let's see this done.


A mailed fist? Brutal indeed, but I prefer weapons with a more elegant profile.<br>


*It speaks a feline dialect called 'Mriaer'. It wants to know if you're its mother.*


<i>No. </i>


My little trick.


Wildshape... that was no ordinary bear - that was a druid. Need to see the corpse.


Brought low.<br>


Nature can provide for the cub. Perhaps it'll live.


She deserved better than that.


Pull the right brick, and the whole tower goes tumbling down.


Hands off the drinks. We have enough to fill Grey Harbour, but it's all for the funeral.


Heh - she's got you there, Spoon.


Falling


Recovered <br>V4


You'd be surprised how people can miss what's in plain sight. I missed the fact that Shar was deceiving me. Besides, I have a new look now. Suits me, I think.


Shh, shh. Not now. Busy busy busy.


Fear is the best part, isn't it? To see them realise their life is over, its final moments nothing but agony.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


One failure to the next. Absolute'll have my damned head.


Ah, the Blade of Frontiers! You wield that reputation as deftly as a blade itself.


Time for you to leave, I think, istik. And do not touch the egg.


Spiteful little lad. Hint of malice in its eyes, too. That's not normal, is it?


Come - now is not the time for a crisis of faith. Go on. Kill me. You won't be the first.


There must be some mechanism to open it...


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


Another one. Whatever it is.


...but there'll be time for penance later.


Let's cross that bridge when we get to it. Only got room for so much drama at a time.


In the case of our friend Yurgir, the orthon you so handily dispatched in the temple of Shar, he manifested in my House of Hope.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


As if I could change that.


I'm sure you'll please each other <i>quite</i> thoroughly.


I can't. I'm sorry.


But what's done is done, so how about we stop discussing it and just kill this beast?


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Must be Arabella's father. Poor man. Hope he rests in peace.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


Hey - I like you, but I'm starting to get the feeling we're not as like-minded as I'd hoped. I really don't want that to be the case. We make a good team, no?


Oh, how marvellous.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Karlach, no!


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Pity we had to kill him. He seemed more lonely than cruel.


Not everyone made it out alive.


You could send an elf to sleep!


For your sake, I hope you're right - or I will slice you into bloody bits.


The gazette reckons Lord Gortash is the second coming of Balduran. Horsecack.


Nine fingers and no friends. The guildmaster should've seen this coming.


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


More for me.


Nothing personal, lads! Just aiming to earn my pay.


Let's get this over with.


These horns are a fine trophy. Hacked from the skull of a war devil.<br>


Nothing can harm Ketheric as long as Nightsong is caged.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Resisto mortem!


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


A new age is dawning, with goblins atrust!


Barbarian Roar


*Confidence surges through you. You feel like there is nothing you can't do, no one you can't win over. The statue seems to agree - and approve.*


I beg your forgiveness, Master.


Run your mouth, Cairos. My blade does <i>my </i>talking!


This was good fun! You know me fairly well, it turns out.


Orpheus' honour guard, loyal to the end -


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Blade of Avernus - you will force all devilkind to tremble before you. The Hells have much to fear.


'The Prince of the Comet, Part Three.'


Out. OUT. Out and RIP it apart.


Nothing to see here. Move along.


Seems the circus has left town. And not a moment too soon, those clowns were... ugh.


They are a blight, each and all. If I cannot choke it out, I will burn it away.


I'll strike you down.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


You know where my fealty lies. You have <i>always</i> known.


Ah!


Don't worry. I'll free you.


At least a bear will eat its kill - not put it on display like some stripling yearning for approval.


Effort v10


Where will it bring us, though?


Bah! It looks like a gnome, but it speaks like a beast.


In the end, perhaps her death was a boon - an encouragement to point me toward our higher purpose.


Now you see me...


That's one shadow monster dead.


Soldier.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Invoco te!<br>v3


*This is a restricted area. You sense the guards might be about to join you.*


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Kiai<br>var 2


That was terrible.


Stay out of my head!


What about you? Will you protect the world from what they have become?


Hello m'boy. Don't mind me - I'm just enjoying a fresh lungful of Baldurian air - a distinctive aroma, though perhaps not one worthy of bottling.


Please. Have you seen Doni anywhere? Young boy, doesn't talk?


Caedo!


Closed Mouth Effort v10


It doesn't make sense. I - I don't understand.


Victory v4


Voco glacies!


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


<i>Keep pushing forward. There's no other choice.</i>


I shall not relent.


It does. There's so much about you I don't know, but I'm hungry for every part of it.


N-no...! NOOO! Poor, poor, Master!


Goblins on the high ground.


Almost. Turn your wrist out a little. <i>There</i>.


*You would wield a silver sword, ride a red dragon of your own. You would not just be ascended - you would be <i>kith'rak</i>.*


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


No matter, we will get you back to committing five villainous acts before breakfast in no time!


But I'll keep myself easy to find, in case you change your mind. You may come to miss me yet.


Explosives...  Philomeen...


If I got me hands on the bastards that got Clore locked up - a quick one-two and BANG. Out like a light.


In your name.


Well, that was... interesting.


Thank you. Paying upfront seems to have had its benefits.


Ah! It's you.


Can you feel it? The shadows gnaw at us. Do not take them for granted.


Cages, shackles... all prepared to march captives off to their fate.


Plenty. They can make for excellent distractions, should you need to make a quick exit.


Poor fellow. Orin took her time with this one. Rest in peace.


That helped.


If you try to ransom him to me, you'll find yourself skint <i>and </i>stuck with a fat old lout.


That should work.


Corruptus!


Sorry, but that book is spoken for - by me.<br>


Waterdeep - the forces of the Absolute could threaten even the City of Splendors if they were to reach it.


No kidding. What are you even doing here?


Get us out of here before the necromancer comes back - <i>please.</i>


Have to keep going.<br>


Too many...


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


Mine for the taking.


But it was not the Prism that held me, and touched my mind and body. <i>That</i> was you.


Quite the shining collection, for one so devoted to darkness.


Dying Burning


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


But if you are, why not put a little gold on the line?


Well - if I need a supply of undead warriors, I'll know where to find them.


What are these <i>for</i>?


I must protect the Oak Father's realm.


<i>Kill him.</i>


Listen here.


And I am confused. She is not with us at this very moment, no - but she's around the city somewhere.


Shhh!


Mol said never abandon your post, so I'm gonna keep the shop going. What do you need?


Two flights up, then turn right and right again. That's Ffion's pleasure room, Elminster's Library. Here - take the key.


A stronghold built in Lady Shar's honour. Quite a sight.


Hello, world.


You're damn right - I can't believe they wouldn't let us in.


A wizard's quite worthless with a tired mind. Sleep beckons, and I would follow.


I'll feel that one later.


Thought so.


Yes, I think I'd be able to craft one more lantern. And with a slight modification of the casting gesture, it might be able to <i>wield </i>the shadows instead of repelling them...


Six.


A very hard thing to predict. We've already witnessed the myriad forms its corruption has inflicted on this land and its inhabitants.


Very well.


Illithid symbols. My brain bug must be literate, as I can read them too.


You're not wrong. Feels like my brain's been drawn on the anvil.


I'm sure this toy'll be finished soon if they bear with it.<br>


Looks like we owe Raphael a housecall.<br>


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


The machine - it's going to blow!


That, or a crock of shite.


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


Over here, lads! I propose... a toast!


A bloodied finger-ring. The killer cared not for trinkets, Boo.


*Set into the mansion's faded exterior, you see the faintest outline of a door. An entrance designed to provide the utmost discretion.*


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat...' are people really so careless with their pets?


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


So. What happens next?


Mustn't be seen.


Karlach offered herself. We could just let her take the fall. That'd certainly be the easiest option.


Now that's... dedication?


Mistress is gone?! MISTRESS IS GONE! I mean, ahem, such terrible news. She will be missed.


I'd tell you more, but they value discretion above all. As do I.


I'm starting to get a headache.


You dare speak to me without due reverence? That was your first and last mistake.


Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul. The tyrant, the assassin, and the necromancer.


With Lord Gortash dead, they have to announce who the new commander is, and soon. We need a strong hand at the tiller.


... no... it fell... we saw...


We've a city to save. I think it's about time we got started.


He's down. Time to hit him with all I've got.


I pity whoever it was rented out the upper floor. Know why? Rats. Place is full of 'em.


We're never getting out of here.


According to Her plan.


<i>(If you say so.)</i>


Cave circulum!<br>v3


For all its charms, Baldur's Gate has long had a cancer at its heart - a hidden temple, devoted to Bhaal.


Secreti umbrarum!


Thank goodness that's over.


Risus abundat!


I'll help protect you, I promise. Seems I'll need to, just to keep myself safe.


Araj Oblodra, trader in all things occult. A very great pleasure to meet you, True Soul.


Keep on your toes. Cultists are on the move.


Recovered


So... are you greeting invisible beings or just losing your mind?


A camp. Looks like it's been sitting empty a while.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


I won't fail you.


There is beauty to be found in Baldur's Gate after all. Little wonder that it lies beneath the streets.


D'a jah'jah s'um!


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Move, damn it!


But she's been luring victims here for years - plenty of other folk will be grateful too. I'll make sure they know your name.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Dying


As with Raphael's, I shall add your body to my glamour. I will gain great pleasure from you, <i>as</i> you.


She will thrive - we helped make her beautiful again.


Attack Critical<br>var2


What - what <i>am I doing?</i> Some tadpole trickery...? I won't stand around and be manipulated.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Pride of the Coast, in the flesh. And you've got -


Ring's heavily engraved. I don't recognise the language.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


A clear choice, I would say.


Bah! It looks like a tiefling, but it speaks like a beast.


Flagello!


Volothamp... Geddarm. My mother's... son...


Hey!


<i>Look after it. Use it when you are ready to evolve.</i>


Okay! See you later! <i>Homehomehomehomehome...</i>


Voco glacies!<br>v3


Dragon-spawn, you are truly worthy of containing the Lord of Murder's immortal essence.


At the goblin camp, I hoped to find a way to remove the tadpoles. I failed - but I did find the next best thing. I found out where they come from.


Praise th' Absolute.


A list of names, with some struck through.


Intellego!


*Her mind touches yours, feather-light and hesitant. A stark contrast to the confidence with which her thoughts intruded on yours in the past.*


I'll tell you what I know.


Better than becoming a mind flayer. Keep it - in case things start to go very wrong.


Moonrise Towers. There used to be more than one tower, of course. The other must have been destroyed.


Now, next question. The next question I have for you is... is... hello? What's happening here?


*Your spellcasting has angered one of the guards. You're headed for the cells.*


Where are you?  Show yourself!


Venustior!


Time to get this thing fired up.


Dying Burning<br>v3


((*riches of magic and mind. cleanse the <b>Rot</b>, and they are yours*))


Better to put the debtor's attire back on. It keeps the locals quiet.


*But be wary of your confessors. Will friend turn to foe, knowing what you are?*


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


Well she nodded at <i>me</i>. Very suggestively, I might add.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Well, seems like I'll be facing him before long. All of us will.


Good idea, I think.


Softer than a whisper.


Huh. Where's Gale?


Hag can't have gone far.


Effort


Still, it's good to know she's more likely to attack you face on, rather than stabbing you in the back.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Such resilience!


That's the end of the Emperor.


Beshaba's black bones - a thief, an alarm, anything to pass the bloody time.


Yoink.


I wouldn't blame you for giving me a wide berth. I thought the orb's ever-present censure had tamed my wilder ambition, but that wasn't the case.


Does this help?


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Orpheus. Mha stil'na forjun inyeri!</i>


A gift for Boo?


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


Your skin will be grandfather's shroud, coward. I will flay you where you stand.


Laughter Maniacal


<i>Keep pushing forward. There's no other choice.</i>


Mmmrph hrrmm!


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Back, I say!


Alfira? Gods - slaughtered like a lamb, in the middle of our camp.


*The owlbear stares, but doesn't move to attack. The way out seems clear.*


But in this case, it is a sacred mission from the head of my tribe. She sent me here to capture the beast and return it to her.


They become birds, to hunt on the wing. Bears, to tear flesh with teeth. But for me - only oxen. Only same old hay.


Take courage, I will not let you fall.


Looks like a githyanki, if the armour is anything to go by.


Let's start over, shall we? I'm Auntie Ethel.


For the last time, that weren't a wizard. It was a bloke with a torch!


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


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


I haven't the foggiest, unfortunately.


I say we take a page from their book.


Hag's curse, I guess.


<i>Gaerdal Ironhand, I have lived for you, and now I'll die for you!</i>


Descend into blood. Ascend into greatness.


Fall by my hand.


Effort v3


*You who bear the face of a devil.*


All these years, that dream kept us going, that you would break free. No matter what they made you do to us, we knew you were still in there.


A lone cub isn't much of a threat...


You <i>wouldn't</i>.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


There is work to do.


I can be subtle sometimes.


So, Lae'zel is a killer. Hardly surprising for your people.


<i>What choice did we have?</i>


Curious. Perhaps you fear life without conflict. Perhaps you will invent some, for your own gratification.


Disappointing.


Zorru abandoned Yul to the githyanki. Damned coward.


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


What the hells? There aren't enough of us left to seal the deal... <i>Shit.</i>


I'm truly, truly glad we weren't able. Thank you.


That feels good.


Some rest, perhaps, will make me better company.


A crate. Fascinating.


You clearly haven't learned. Keep it up and I'm gone. Last warning.


Aresce!


This is a Harper emblem. What was she doing <i>here?</i>


It's hopeless. Silvanus' will holds these vines in place.


Attack Critical<br>


Attack<br>var 4


Men cannot contain so much power. The Crown destroyed its creator, and his empire fell with him.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


But if you believe Kagha deserves your compassion after what she's done, there's nothing more to discuss.


Would saer like some flowers? They do a wonder at brightening up a grave. I bring fresh ones to my husband's every few days.


Prayers, charms, battle cries - the Harpers' work. They were primed for combat.


Nothing? How can you be so cruel?


Our days will be many, our bond ever stronger, as long as we hew together.


*His mind unfolds beneath yours, a still lake pulls you down into its depths. Images flash by - battles fought, and friends fallen.*


Prove me wrong, stranger.


Effort v9


Red is so fresh, so exciting.


Nothing. Seems it needs a different source to draw from.


But! We have quite a bit to discuss. What a wonder you came to my door just when you did.


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


*Your words are enough. Clearly you are not the one responsible.*


Lae'zel. You look well. Clearly midnight skirmishing doesn't cost you any beauty sleep.


This is chaos. Need to find a way through.


Out of my head, hag!


Someone's moving around in there.


A bloodied ring. The killer is no jewel thief.


Still the Blade of Frontiers, is he? Never let it be said Wyll isn't consistent.


Huh? What's that?


Obedi me!<br>v2


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


I used to hate this tune - told my husband as much when he made the bloody thing.


Flames... in... the... dark... his amulet... found... bloodied...


Funny. I know you're telling the truth, but I'm sensing something different. Let me try something else.


*You notice nothing that might indicate a prognosis.*


Dolor!


Odd statue. Probably cost an arm and a leg - or worse, considering it's Raphael's.


A ritual space. To turn the living undead, looks like.


Every headline at the moment's about the - *hic* - late Lord Gortash. Mayhaps I'll raise a cup in his memory.


Glowing eyes are rarely a good sign. Best be careful.


Jaheira! You have an evil, much uglier twin sister? Minsc does not like this!


Well, we're not getting in this way.


<i>Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW. </i>


I've got a long road ahead.<br>


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on the githyanki nearby.


Ex Textura!


Bit cheery isn't it? Don't you know there's a war on?


You say the path between good and evil is not always clear. Very well, says Minsc - Boo has always guided my boots, and so now he shall guide yours, too.


Hate to see the shadows get you before you've begun. Good luck.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


A clever ruse, my friend - the wizard will not think to flee. And when Aylin descends on him, he will have time to conjure naught but a puddle in his pantaloons.


Yes, this is it!


A dead Flaming Fist - buried by Marcus?


I'm glad to welcome art lovers of all kinds beneath my roof, so please - feel free to enjoy my galleries.


And making a small fortune ain't one of them?


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


Your kindness gives me the courage to ask for a favour...


Victory v4


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


PainTeeth<br>var 2


Rich too, hopefully.


Dying Deep Exhale


If I have to.


A pair of wings.


Dead air and deep shadows. Not a place to linger in.


The Emperor fears Orpheus. Do not expect it to stand idly by and see him freed.<br>


Yet I led a child to her death, betrayed the circle to shadow. We will stop the rite and I will stand trial.


Scab-licking vagrant!


I... I see. I'm sorry - we meant no harm. We saw the crash, and then I remember... that <i>thing</i>. Its voice, in our minds.


Dying


<i>If </i>we find it. I doubt he's just left it lying around.<br>


Then find a way to avoid it.


I've got what you need.


Fucking hell! Those goons came into <i>our </i>territory, <i>our </i>camp, and took <i>our </i>friend.


Y-you're not meant to b-be here.


I'm maiming as fast as I can!


Gods. Look at that.


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


My weapons have weathered worse.<br>


That did not seem to work.


Demento te!<br>v3


Barcus has the right idea. We've got to get to Moonrise too - and soon.


All slaughtered. Looks like their prisoner escaped.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


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


Look there - a tressym. The wings are deliciously tender when roasted.


Acidum!


*The book is locked tight, with no visible keyhole - only an oval recess in the cover's mouth.*


A little something from the shadows.


When I find myself needing a reminder of just who Isobel Thorm is, I simply step outside and look up.


Hold on.


A spell a day...


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I fight for justice - and will not hesitate to execute it.


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


Ex nihilo!


Do not parley with this madman.


How are you doing? Feeling any better?


Flowers? How are they growing here, of all places?


Cut off... my hand... while... I... still... breathed...


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Shar worshippers left these rotting ritual dregs behind. Why slow the senses with food and drink before a killing? Pointless.


No matter. Things are not so dire.


Falling<br>var 3


A-thank you. Very happy indeed.


The Mistress of Castle Susurrus does not require <i>invitation</i>.


He can be set free. I know he can be set free.


Dying Deep Exhale


Esto perpetua!


I've been known to shuffle a few knights around in my day. Might I offer a suggestion?


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Victory<br>


Much as I'd love to chat, I'm not allowed social breaks.


Aqua pura!


How many die today? How many die tomorrow?


Won't budge. Marcus could have warned me.


Simple.


What to choose?<br>


What are these <i>for</i>?


<i>I cannot risk this body. I have heard the call - we will all be needed for what is to come.</i>


Hey! You were in the grove, right?


The only thing that'll keep Raphael happy is dismantling you, piece by piece.


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


Let your knowledge determine your path forward.


Dead. What a magnificent sight.


Know that I love her best.


Whatever's in here, it might give me an edge over Cazador. Or free me from him entirely.


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


All right, all right! No need for <i>violence</i>.


I was a fool. I wanted to know my fate. I had a choice between two lives, and I was frightened of choosing wrong.


So githyanki sleep in beds too. How conventional.


LEAVE THEM. Join us. Witness perfection.


Pity we had to kill him. He seemed more lonely than cruel.


Venustior!


Suit yourself. Me and... Walrus - that suits you, doesn't it, you lovely thing? - don't need your help anyhow.


Kith'rak Voss. May the Astral Sea be still as you cross it.


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


*Long hours spent studying at your college come back to you - this is the opening stanza of an old play, 'The Roads to Darkness'.*


Nice try, petal.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


I won't beg.


I won't let you suffer.


The Fist aren't what they used to be.


That cage won't last!


Here we are, both un-Alfira'd.


I'm sure I can resist. I've survived this long on vermin, after all.


Cora's the best.


Good night, then.


Lady Mizora told me everything. How Wyll slaughtered his own father, how he craves his power.


You go in first. It was your idea.


The <i>stench</i>. I wonder how many pilgrimages to Moonrise ended down here.


Help! Anyone! I'm in here!


The Absolute? Not bloody likely. Get her, fellas!


<i>Chk. </i>Clearly our schooling is not what it used to be.


Scarcely worth the effort.<br>


If people can't tell the difference between my work and the original, then who's to say it is any less precious than the real thing?


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


Be smart - find someone else to bother.


I thought it was our ball.


Boss's thinkin' of servin' it to the worgs.


Their eyes are accustomed to darkness. A bit of light or fire will sort them right out.


Have you seen him? Have you seen my dad?


*The cruelty of the Slayer leaps around within.*


V-very sorry - I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!


A key. What might it unlock?


The cage is burning! There isn't much time to save her!<br>


It's only been a month, Wendel. Of course you remember our first date.


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


Yeah... yeah, she did.


Punished? Then Florrick has been captured... or perhaps is no more.


On the move.


Hells.


Sarevok, Bhaal's least favourite son. Still tied to daddy's apron strings, I see.


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


Then I'll see your delicious self tonight.


Maybe the light is good news, maybe not - who knows with this place?


*You read the words, written in Karsus' own hand, and yet you can still scarcely believe it.*


If you believe anything the beast tells you, you're an idiot.


Disgraceful. Is this what Baldur's Gate is coming to?


Rest, little runaway. Once you're strong enough to survive, we will begin.


A foot, smeared with paint... among other things. This must belong to Dribbles.


Come on, guns, what are you good for?!


*You fumble the input code - locking yourself out of the Neurocitor.*


Gah! Yes. Yes, <i>True Soul.</i>


We are all lost, gods have mercy.


I don't know about you, but I think some of these folk might be drunkards.


Kidnap... the Duke... for the Absolute...


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Can't you just heal yourself?


The Absolute will save me. She'll burn this place to the ground!<br>


General Thorm will not leave Moonrise without it.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Aw, don't be so hard on him. With his daddy issues and all, he's had a rough go.


Ut ventus!


Oh, this should work perfectly.


You can teleport now? Cazador doesn't want to lose anyone else, I suppose.


*Ravengard thrusts you from his mind.*


Imagine fleeing to the city, only to be met with suspicion. The refugees face hardship at every turn.


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Hmmm... deep gnome make, but the design is anything but. What was this fort?


Jaheira must be tired - forced to prolong her duty, her <i>life</i>. No potential successor has met her standards, I suppose.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Although maybe you're used to it? I imagine this feels just like home.


Thrumbo had a plan. He was going to find us an abandoned house, somewhere to hide away from Carrion.


Last cell on the left. And give that traitor a what-for. She'll know what for.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


Dying Burning<br>v5


Moonrise Towers... before Ketheric Thorm offered it over to the shadows.


Protect me? Adorable. Get back on your rounds.


I- look, lady, I don't want trouble.


Maledicte es!


A resupply stash. I wonder if Lolth's pets left anything good.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


When someone tells you, day in day out, that you'd be a useless mother... well, you start to believe it. Who knows what she's done to this woman?


Hmm... what's that?


Hold your tongue. It's not you I want - it's Karlach. Send her over.


For now. But we can't take the lack of symptoms for granted. We have to keep looking for Halsin.


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


Isobel - cleric upstairs in the inn. Without her blessing, those shadows'll be all over you.


<i>It is true that I withheld reality. I showed Orpheus and his guard as evil beings.</i>


Finally, someone who sees sense.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


*The rat seems agitated, afraid. It must know that you killed some of its peers.*


What does it look like? What does it open? What treasures await behind its lock? That's for one lucky buyer to find out.


Don't get cold feet - if you don't eliminate the Gondians, they'll rebuild.


Too dangerous, even, for Mystra. But I would sooner trust it with a god than with Gale.


<i>We remember you well. You saved Us once. Perhaps you can do it again?</i>


If I'd only known of another - every whelp in this city would've been gutted.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Then you'll show it again. Vault. Pass.


I suppose... I suppose he'd want us to go on - find a way to honour his sacrifice.


Unseen.


Your knight in magic armour.


<i>As was to be expected. It was only a temporary measure, but one I believed might give you time to find a genuine explanation for your tadpole's stasis.</i>


Agh... the pain's getting worse... brain's getting stronger.


The worst is fireworks - and darkness. Turns the laughter to screams.


This party's boring. Should've put me in charge - now, that'd be a <i>real</i> party.


Feculent beast!


Ah... that sounds... interesting. But on second thought, I'm<i> </i>quite tired.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v8


There is little to be curious about. It is taking its time hatching, nothing more.


Hope. Hahaha! Such a tease.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Now's my chance - I need to get Vanra out.


Lamp!


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Aggressive action will not be tolerated in the presence of the patriars of this proud city.


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Gladly.


Sorry, sorry, these dukes are working me to the bone.


Aw, come on!


Now steel shall ring: false tongue will speak no more!


Don't push it, kid. If you see trouble, then run. Only fight if you have to.


<i>You may think yourself ingenious for having slain a devil. </i>


Try not to catch its eye. Unless you fancy an inside view of its gullet.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


You need to go - get to the Crown and cast the spell to dominate the brain! I can hold them here.


Dead - by our own kin's hand.


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


Now, now - you didn't pass the sniff test. Which means no circus for you - off you go!


We shall remain here at camp and continue to recover whatever strength we can. Then, perhaps, when all is said and done... we can be a family again.


Wyll's a serious man. It's not that far-fetched. Anyway. Don't worry about me. Karlach can survive anything. Even <i>you.</i>


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Stock up while you can. I only hope I've brought enough to see us through.


High Hall. There's nowhere else to go... This is where it all ends.


What are you waiting for?


Help's on the way.


What have we got here?<br>


I am the immortal Cazador Szarr! And you will be mine.


I hope we get there. <i>Together</i>.


Ah, go on, ain't bothered muckin' my blade with ya. But mind your manners.


I hear you've been summoned for an audience with Her. You will return changed, I'm sure of it.


What are you <i>doing? </i>Get to the boat, or I'm gone.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Marcus, you bastard.<br>


My clients are guaranteed absolute privacy in their consultations with myself and my spirits.


Effort v4


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Recovered <br>V2


The Steel Watch Foundry is off-limits to visitors. This malfunctioning unit can escort itself back.


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


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


I just want a little look.


My research partner prefers to avoid crowds, and so has remained in the Underdark to monitor our zurkhwood samples.


My my, you do take your time, don't you?


I'd parade you through the streets if I could. 'The illithid who saved Baldur's Gate', the bards would cry - and you would take your rightful place at the side of Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard.


Aha! I know just the thing. You find Wulbren, and I'll gather the necessary implements.


Some real excitement in the Gazette this morning, Cait!


On my way.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


You really went and did it, didn't you?


THERE! I SEE THE DOLL!


Can't even catch my breath.


Every drop of druid blood is on your hands. Remember that.


One way or another, got to reach the top.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


It might seem a bit ramshackle, but this place has a boastworthy bar.


Is her reward more precious than the contents of the chest? Doubtable.


Not blood... oil? What would leave such a trail?


Hells. Last thing I need's the manip on my arse.


In Bhaal's name.


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


Incende!


*You recognise the after-effects of a spell. You also recognise that look of accusation. Were you responsible?*


A third disc. What might this one have to tell us of Orpheus?


Over what? As far as they're concerned, we're just a couple of friends, discussing the weather.


Carrion's presence lingers here. He will return, unless his ties to this plane are severed.


Everyone who's paid a visit looks quite changed by the experience.


Recovered <br>V4


But whatever you have to give... it's not enough, is it?


Oh no. Tragic.


Gods, look what they did to him. That could've been me...


Nine Hells take me! No, never again...


Oh, look! It's daddy's regret.<br>


*For current door codes please refer to the Head Banker's office. Highest security clearance only.*


Dear child, tell me: would you like to continue your worship of Loviatar, Maiden of Pain?


Those demonic figures we saw were githyanki, then. Barely recognisable.


So you'd think. But the right answer is much simpler than that:


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


Falling<br>var 2


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


None would relish such a fate, nor return from it. A dark day indeed.


Look, if I had it, would I tell you?


Maybe that's wot the creature <i>wants</i> you to think.


No! Stop it! Stop it, you wretched worm!


Quod dico face!<br>v2


It's ready to go. Time to get to work.


Risum teneatis?


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


No, I won't spend eternity as a fugitive. I need to end this.


Well well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions.


Pick up the pace!


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Dribbles, I am going to give you a majestic new body! Maybe a <i>tail</i>?


Oi, hands off! That's mine, that is!


<i>Burn in every Hell.</i>


Interesting.


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


Altar...


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Plue!


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


Impossible. Open your mind and show me.


Dying Burning


We've chipped away a piece of the Absolute. It will take all our might, all our will, to fully shatter it.


Oh is that so? That's quite an imagination you have - are you a bard, granted entry to our Grotto in order to regale us with ballads and tall tales?


And you - I must ask again for your aid.


Gith hunters. That must be why that device sounded out.


Got yourself in trouble?<br>


*The myconid denounces your theft. It means to punish you.*


Invoco te!


Fact is, we can't beat 'em - not in a fair fight. So best make it as unfair as possible, eh?


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


Ugh, that guy makes my skin crawl. So - what's the plan? Do we chase him out of town, or skip straight to skull-cracking?


I've seen her myself, tearing through the Hells on behalf of her mistress, Zariel.


There could be all sorts of loot in that thing - don't you want to be rich?


Why are you looking at me like that?


Look - already lost me coin, ain't lookin' to lose anything else. Let's just leave it there, eh?


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


*The area around the pillar is cold enough to make your teeth chatter.*


What? Half-wit! I have not suffered for you to deny me!


Why is this made of <i>paper</i>?


You're a disgusting little shit, you know that, Mizora?


Barrelstalk, bloated with poison. Better leave it be.


I see. In the case of Nine-Fingers, perhaps it was all bunched up in that finger she lost. It shall be for Minsc and Boo to be her virtuous pinky.


I can say it even more nicely.


But I know that you, above all, are sure to make the right choice.


*Your peace offering is not enough. Your crime must be punished.*


The others... need to get them out...


Only in Vlkaakith may we find light.


Looks like an ambush.


Infernal? Are you sure? Can you show me?


Come back when you've got some <i>real</i> evidence.


Better start a conversation.


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


I have seen too much to believe destiny has taken our side. Blind luck, perhaps. The point remains.


Loquere si tibi placet!


Intactilis sum!


Do not try to leave or it will be your death!


<i>I will not reward your hostility. Begone!</i>


Nine Hells take me! No, never again...


Oh I'm more than aware, trust me. I've had plenty of training in what to expect from them.


Let's get the creature to camp. Then we'll look into the blast.


All I want is to lie down and sleep for a tenday, but we're not safe yet.


We'd be better off sleeping in the gutter than that den of inequity.


If that ain't enough, too bad. It's all I got.


Oh? Whatever do you mean, petal?


Let's get this over with.


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


You would raise arms in my home? Against my <i>family</i>?


That must be where these enchantments are placed on them, and it's where you'll find your cure.


Thanks. You're all right.


*Suddenly you feel a hideous squirming in your head. The parasite.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


No. Stop. I won't allow this. Karlach, you're coming with me - back to Avernus.


Yeah. Then I split him in half.


No, Boo! It was not <i>'something I ate'.</i>


Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring.


Goblins and gnolls are marked on here. A good opportunity for bloodshed.


The discards of history may yet find their true purpose in Bhaal's service.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


Merregon masks are brittle, so what I make won't last as long as my usual pieces.


<i>Deep breaths. I'll be all right. I'll be all right.</i>


I am fine. The slate is not.


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


It will come. All in due time.


Don't worry, Master, I will ensure you have a diverse roster of victims from now on. Hapless menfolk deserve death just as much as the girlies.


*You consider the fate of their children once they fell into Cazador's grasp...*


Might be possible to turn it against him - or destroy it.


That chair leg could make for a fine weapon...


Pff, <i>toast. </i>Clappin' themselves on the back as if they've actually <i>done</i> somethin'.


*The servant is silent.*


<i>It's done. The brain is defeated. We're - free.</i>


I cannot remain with you. Count yourself lucky that I do not just cut you down in the Nightsinger's name.


Together, we are mightier than even the fires of Avernus. We <i>will</i> overcome, Karlach - I promise you.


Not the prettiest of transmutations, is it?


Illithids... and... others... many...


Isobel - a faithful cleric of Selûne, and a light in the darkness.


<i>They will not touch 'pon a lock of your hair. </i>


Must be where Halsin escaped from - looks like his handiwork. Or claw-work, rather.<br>


Time to press ahead.<br>


<i>And what did he offer you in return for bringing it to him?</i>


Master not here. You obey me. <i>Sit!</i>


Duergar invaders, huh? I'd like to hear their side of the story first, but all right.


Fine.


I was raised in the city - I'm more used to feeling cobblestones underfoot than grass and fallen leaves.


Magis amica veritas!


Get up, you're needed.


Their blood will sicken from my bite.


<i>(Now look what you've done!)</i>


<i>BACK IN YOUR CAGE.</i>


Open up, then.


<i>Chk. </i>If you aren't here for treatment, then get out of my infirmary.


I have battled great evils, been mocked by villains of all sorts. But Orin - she is beyond even Thorm. Her mind is twisted beyond recognition.


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


Regardless, know this - I am the Warden. The prisoners are my charges, and I answer to Disciple Balthazar <i>himself</i>. Stay on my good side.


You're testing my patience. Leave, unless you want to see my other face.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Hand in hand.


I do wish this was over with.


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Volo non fugia!


Victory<br>


Oh yeah? But whoever's coronation closed down city access <i>should</i> get special treatment? Shove off, cock.


Thunder Master is nice. Doesn't hit Fork, so Fork tells you.


Ketheric Thorm is vulnerable now. Now is the time to strike.


'Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard.' What a thrill! Imagine the statues they'll build, the songs that they'll sing!


Hmm - a steel mould. Used in forges to cast armour and weapons.


Something's always catching us.


What's the rush, Zog? Can't we stay here for a bit?


This looks suitable. Now, to add a greatsword, sickle, or dagger.


Ghustil, assist me. This one is Hshar'lak!


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


I knew something was wrong when he didn't wake up, but now I'm even more certain.


No hesitation.


Just an old prayer.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Circulus mortis!


Go on. I'm sure you can find the door.


You badger's backside-looking idiot.


But... thanks. It was sweet of you try.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


Weak


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


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


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


The swamp. Of course. Wouldn't want to be teleported anywhere pleasant, naturally.


Ey! We got rats in t'cellar. We also got cats, but cats are <i>useless</i>, so how about you kill the rats?


The very same. It obviously put me off your neck, but now I can't help but wonder how the others taste.


Effort v6


Either way, these corpses prove one thing: this is the city Halsin mentioned.


You deserve to be banished.


Sounds good. I've always been curious what a patriar loo looks like.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Think you can do better? Fine - <i>prove it.</i>


I - hmm. Well, that didn't work.


Should steel myself first.


*The sensation goes. But it could return at any point. How many hundreds of times will Haarlep use your person?*


Closed Mouth Effort v5


My, my.


*But you are intercepted before you can join the party.*


We did it! Watching gods, <i>you </i>did it.


Tuebor!


Mors animae!<br>v3


Not dead, merely medicated. To ease the pain.


-CLOSE-
       -now-


Don't worry. I can get us both jobs as guards. If you practice.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Greater drow than you have challenged me, <i>wael</i>. The Underdark is thick with their blood.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


It's no use.


Orin's shape-shifting minions. They will brutalise anyone to earn her favour.


I don't envy the choice that mind flayer gave you, but for what it's worth, I think you did the right thing.


The coward's route.


Never thought I'd be followin' a tiefling into battle - and against your own kind!


I understand - I will do what I can.


I'd try it.


I just - I - I can't thank you enough. I was certain that place was to be my cold, wet tomb.


Suppose I should get you back up.


... was going to... eat it... and make a... hag daughter...


I'm this close to kicking in a few teeth - just to show I've still got it.


Well, that was... interesting.


Best move fast.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


I'd prefer not to see it again, that's for sure.


If each door is name for a wizard, then surely the Annals of Karsus will be behind the corresponding door...


There is nothing back there of worth to anyone but me.


We don't even know these people!


Look, I've got you. If you need a rest, lean on me. If you need a hand, take mine. If you need an ear, I've got two. Whatever you need.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Ye gods, fate has no shortage of troubles to burden us with.


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


So, Gortash knows we're on our way. Kind of him to open the door for us, at least.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


Paramidious, one of our Redcap cleaners, alerted me. Well, he threw a rock at me and said 'GRAAH', but I got his meaning.


My rancid blood whispers to me: kill, kill, and kill again.


Beast ruttin'... looter... worg pens...


Fine. But not for too long.


Let me take a look at that.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


Right you are, just asking for a little help was all...


What's this? Something weak, something tender...


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


We need to get that Nere guy unstuck, or those gnomes are done for. Come on, focus.


Just try to survive.


Shovel comes. Shovel takes them. Then we raise them. Make them walk. Necromancer, your kind call him.


Tuebor!


This is nothing but junk!


Let's go.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


The Underdark... as if we didn't face enough dangers back up on the surface.


Oak Father, guide my step.


You did?! That's incredible! You ought to let me return the favour. We can team up - evict this parasite, then take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


<i>Help us!</i>


I'm on my way.


...come dawn of new light, did the predators feast.


Forgive me. These were already trying times before Elminster delivered his missive. Now, for me at least, they are potentially <i>end times</i>.


Do not be concerned with who I am. Instead consider what I can do for you.


The master is very indulgent of you, Korrilla, but I will not let you bring disorder into the Archive.


Your Father has sent me to your aid again, Chosen one. Together we will bring new glory to His name. I will bless you in the coming battles. Let us bathe the way in blood.


*Uktar, eleventh month of the year - more commonly known as 'the Rotting', the time in which all things decay and die.*


Nulla salus!<br>v3


Let my blood be a warning to you: there's more to me than meets the eye. I am <i>not</i> for eating.


Then we die proud, knowing we braved the Hells to slay the fiend who held my leash.


Stop that!


The whole point of a public servant is to <i>serve</i> the public. This isn't service - this is oppression!


Monster? Too kind. A demon, more like.


Wherever we are, it's falling apart.<br>


I just know what you're like. All sneaky 'n tricky 'n trying to steal someone else's haul.


Voco spicae!


Not like this...


You will too, Karlach. I know it.


Recovered <br>V2


Then perhaps you've unknowingly gazed at my crèche, K'liir, as it tumbled past.


*For the first time since the orb sank its claws into your chest, you feel your pulse quicken with a familiar sensation.*


<i>NOW!</i>


*Your attempted pickpocketing was noticed - now your life is on the line.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


<i>Never mind a fledgling god.</i>


Do as I have asked. Return Thrumbo's body to me, and I will help your painter friend.


If we find it, maybe we can turn it against him?


Listen, you!


Stay your blade when you're able. Interrogate who you can. Answers first, bloodshed later.


The art of the body. The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. The art of the night itself.


Oh well. Worth a toot.


That is... how are you feeling, darling? You look... peaked.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


Fiat lux!


Looks like a trap. Best tread carefully.


Alert. Tranquil. Patient.


Thought you'd come and gloat, did you? Well, piss off - I'm working.


Well done. You humiliated a goblin. Let's go.


The Guild always wins in the end. But this Stone Lord is trouble.


It is simply that, the <i>last </i>time Minsc heaved great manly tears, Boo caught a nasty chill from the drowning.


Hah! You have no idea how wrong you are. I have worshipped her for decades past, and will for decades more.


Exactly! As soon as I gather my wits, I'm off to Wyrm's Rock to offer my expert services.


*The scrying eye doesn't blink.*


Farewell, brother.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


This soul awaits thy command.


Ugh.


<i>Am I </i>fucking <i>missing something?</i>


Fists prefer roughing up petty thieves than dealing with <i>real</i> criminals.


Let's fix you up.


Awshh... drink's goin' straight through me...


Non movere!


Adamantine is precious, <i>jargh</i>. And I'm not the sharing type.


It's well for everyone that Nine-Fingers prevailed. Parliament has spent years cultivating our... necessary friendship.


<i>I would require a fresh tongue of madness and timmask spores.</i>


Yes. It's a poem. My old master considered himself quite the artist.


Fair point. Survival is the crux of it, for now.


*A chill runs up your spine. There is something wrong with this creature. Very wrong.*


No use. This is controlled from elsewhere.


Once you do, the House will bare its teeth, and you'll only have a few minutes to get me out of my prison before Raphael arrives.


You'd be magnificent.


Urgh - gods. That felt like a hatchet to the skull.


This place wasn't built for the living.


Good sneaking.


A god's idol has to have some magic lingering in it. Your sort of thing, Gale?


Invoco te!<br>v3


That disc looks like it can move - but where does it lead?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


*The merregon observes you blankly. Another near-empty mind.*


Arggh...


Oh, <i>please</i>! He he he.


Be well! Boo demands it.


Kill them. Quickly.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Your lack of ability, perhaps? You made for an adequate errand-runner thus far, but let's not overstate your virtues.


*You search your mind, successfully recalling various details of goblin behaviour.*


Is being a mind flayer so bad?


Dying Freezing to Death


She deserved better than that.


Now I couldn't stand to do it again.


You're back! What happened in there?


Indeed. We will avenge them if we can. And who knows? Perhaps other children of Shar are still to be found down here...


Closed Mouth Effort


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


She was on the same mission as you. I suppose she won't be coming back...


Come, Voss - I need you!


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


Excellent armour. Drowcraft, of course.


I have not come so far by indulging in petty disputes. But... I am open to transactions of mutual benefit.


Attacking at night? Cowardly, if expected from desperate sellswords.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


Dying Panic Fall


Victory v3


Fresh horrors. They will fall, like all the others.


<i>You are marked for special treatment. A defective Steel Watcher. Not simply an enemy of the people, but an enemy of the Absolute. Come quietly, or die.</i>


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


-----together-      -conquer--
    ---kill----
-SLAUGHTER---


Tsk.


Let me take a look at that.


As have I.


And I'm not offering any rides, if that's what you're thinking.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Looks like there's a chest buried in that hay.


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


These must be the secret tunnels Lorgan was using... His name's written next to them.


More concerned that your business might be bad for <i>my</i> business.


Someone who might slip into your camp at any moment, or harry you through street and inn until you're run ragged and surrender.


A new arrival, then. You burrowed too deep, little rabbit...


Dialino!


...well, I shan't hesitate. We cannot allow this thing to prevail.


There is hope... but it isn't found here, at my hands - at least not yet.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Voco murus!<br>v2


Hmm. Speaking of grease, are there any sausage rolls left?


Funny how these things go.


No, no, no, don't listen to me. You're going to do just fine. I'll be waiting.


<i>Vlaakith'ka sivim hrath krash'ht.</i>


Voco vineae!


Thanks to you, that kid has my mum's locket and I got a beating. <br>


Oh, I can only offer my consolation. And say to you, pretty leech, that you're missing out. They have blood the likes of which I've never <i>seen</i>.


If not, I fear for my people.


Here, in the seat of the Absolute's power, your authority over them is complete. They will obey any command.


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


That's putting it mildly.


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


SmileOpen<br>var 5


I have kept a careful watch on the movements of the cult. Though the Absolute's aims are not yet clear to me, its methods are.


Half rust - whoever owned those weapons has been gone for some time.


I won't hide behind lies and cheap tricks like Lorroakan. I will rule this tower as it should be - I swear it. Thank you, my friend.


Hideous trinket. Lacking in function or taste.


Wonder what's past this.


*The final lyrics linger in your mind. There is a trick buried within them - a clause that cannot easily be fulfilled.*


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Well, hello. I've never seen anyone as <i>interesting </i>as yourself. Behave, yeah? I'd hate to see someone as pretty as you in cuffs.


Then I am afraid you don't know us at all - as we never truly knew you.


*No! You refuse to accept it. If there's magic that can hold cities afloat, there has to be magic that can wither a damned tadpole.*


The very same. They saved something very precious to me from the grips of the shadow curse.


It shames me to admit this, but you must face this beast of Gondian folly alone - I would be crushed in an instant.


*Do you feel jolly? Aren't you meant to feel jolly? You don't make a very good gnome.*


Forget her. She was forged by lies. Be guided only by who you have become.


I smell drama amongst these so-called adventurers. What have you heard?


*Like it or not, you are still chained to Mizora. You can't risk killing a devil whose loyalty is to her mistress, Zariel.*


*That spell is against the rules. This guard is about to teach you what happens to rule-breakers.*


Adamantine. We must be nearing the forge.


Frange!


Lads - rip 'em apart!


Ah - you don't see a monster. You just look at me through one's eyes.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Oh, very gracious of you.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


I could feel Loviatar's pleasure with every swing of my axe.


Can't read this script.


Not taking requests, love. Now put your hands up and walk over here - slowly.


Be wary, this place is trapped.


*Pacified, the guard allows you and Minthara to pass.*


But you are <i>zhak vo'n'fynh duj</i>. First, you inflict my wounds. Then with burning breath, you close them.


Wait. This looks familiar.


Tenebra!


A very gory idea of art.


Please, do you truly think that is an option?


I suppose I am. Fitting company for a decidedly odd situation, wouldn't you say?


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


It was for the best. The cub would've died anyway.


I claim you, little lamb - for Bhaal.


This is... difficult news. We will need to decide what it means.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


No effect. For the best, I think.


Have you made an acquisition?


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


Initiative v2


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


NO TIME TO WASTE COME QUICKLY COME NOW


Only a truly callous heart could refuse. Besides, our little abode could use a child's laughter.


Even better! Corpses are <i>wonderful </i>employees.


It sometimes seems that most of the books we discover are cursed.


You say all the right words, but I'm not so sure you mean the right things. Still, I will respect the decision that was made.


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


Derryth's coming back soon. Stepped out, she has. I'll keep an eye out.


And incur the wrath of the Hells? I might as well just leap straight into the fires.


The merregons? They barely have a thought to share among themselves... but they do have ears.


The guide will see us through the darkness.


At least the shadow curse is banished. I like the dark, but not when it's trying to kill me.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


*A gift of gold, and just like that, your troubles are over.*


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


Why, I never! You're paranoid, aren't you?


Speak up, child. Affirm your mandate.


Roveer burned the bouillabaisse again, and now I have to scrub the pot. Some chef he is. Hmf!


If Keene can't deal with this Stone Lord, she should just make way. Sounds like <i>his</i> crowd can protect us.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


This is the spot Rugan marked. Doesn't look like much.


We can provide you with <i>anything</i> - for a price.


Looks like Nine-Fingers has an ambush planned at the Counting House, with the Stone Lord as her prey.


We prefer the term 'survivors', thank you very much.


See that symbol on the ground? This was a masons' guild.


Let's see what this does.


A delicious thought, but...


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


You have travelled with Astarion, a spawn sired and raised by the vampire Cazador.


The soap here smells funny.


Quite a distraction...


Orin's made off with Yenna. Either we mount a rescue... or we win her freedom with Gortash's life.


Don't - don't let me keep ya, boss. Lads were gathered by the windmill.


I hear we'll be marching west soon. Hope to see you on the front line.


Not just a pillar, but a vessel for infernal magic.


Well, I'd pick this over Moonrise - as delightful as that was. Alan is short on coppers - the Counting House is screwing him over.


<i>The way that I trusted you. </i>


Perhaps this was where the journey was meant to start after all...


Foxy.


Come see us when you can. And be careful out there - forces may be rallying against Moonrise, but Ketheric Thorm is most dangerous when cornered. I know from experience.


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


Soldier.


REMOVE HER.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


None thou wouldst likely ever possess.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You don't care what others think of you. You just follow your instincts.


I suppose it was quite an ask... I'll see if I can drum up some support from Basilisk Gate.


Laughter Maniacal


Godsdamned one-eyed fool. If only he'd listened.


So tell me, where'd you get that thing?


Hells. Not another dragon. Anything but a dragon.


Tell me - and choose your next words carefully - where is she now?


*Oghma the Wise blesses you, and your doubts and fears are replaced by knowledge and insight. Go forth and be judicious.*


THIEF!


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


Sister.


What, were you expecting a spell? A potion? Or perhaps you thought I'd conduct a cack-handed operation on you right here.


You bleat well enough as it is.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


A <i>fake.</i> Where is the great jagged wound that would bring such a devil down?


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


If you intend to stray from Moonrise while Ketheric still lives, I shall remain at camp, strategising his downfall.


Success.<br>


Okay. Wonderful.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


I think it's a mistake to hold that conviction, but I cannot force your hand.


Amo sanguinem!


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


So you've seen the truth. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so shamed by it.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Through the dark they went creeping,
And awoke what was sleeping...


Effort v2


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Vlaakith's will... destroy... traitor... blasphemer...


Gore on the wall... pulp on the hands... head all gone... yes, yes, I killed him. I killed them all.


Like many, you seek Halsin's craft. But you'll have to settle for Nettie.


With ease.


You need to leave. Immediately. This is a restricted area. Fists only!


On I go.<br>


As fine a reason as any other, if... unexpected.


Allow me.


*As precious as sleep, and the night's oblivion.*


The <i>hells </i>you call me?


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


This place must house our contract with Raphael. If Hope points the way, we might take it - and shred it.


Effort v7


You <i>do </i>have a way with words, my friend.


That pod - is that Mizora inside?


That's locked for a reason. Let's not disturb it.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


Hurry. I'm at the end of my tether as is - can't take this <i>waiting. </i>


A bit of salt on the top and -


Maybe I can take Yonni's shift for her, work some extra time.


Enough chatter. We retrieve Halsin, we find a cure.


We didn't do this, do you hear me? It was <i>Kagha</i>.


I won't let a friend down.


Oh, knock it off. You're no friend of the Fists, I can tell just by looking at you. You're more my type. Independent.


Surge!


Formidable? You're just being modest. I heard you swatted him aside like a fly from a corpse.


It's a bold thief who would just stroll into the druid Jaheira's home. Still time to turn around and go.


Wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


I see. That's unfortunate. And what about the adult in the room?


I am blessed to be here - stop making me question that.


I already took some of your stuff. Brought it back to the hideout. I'm so sorry!


Quite an elaborate door, for a tunnel underground.


I can almost reconstruct this battle in my mind. Unfortunately.


Got yourself in trouble?<br>


You have a type, don't you? Elven <i>prostitutes</i>? Again? It's rather embarrassing, dear.


Has he sent you here to parley on his behalf? Will he not even speak to his own family?


Good to see you. Wasn't sure you'd make it to the city. Regretting it yet?


*The world loses its edges, its finer boundaries. You are fluid but trapped, like a creature suspended in amber.*


You in need of protection, friend? What am I saying - <i>everyone's </i>in need of protection.


Gone gods - what hole did <i>this</i> thing crawl out of?


That's the spirit. Let's be up with the lark - find a healer before the wee one gets hungry.


But you're just one sword against a <i>god</i> - are you sure you're up to it?


Eh, I mean... When you put it like that...


I can't even see a lock to pick.


Minimus!


Cordula Eltan? By the Nine Hells, what are you on about?


Aye, a chance! Quick, let's get out of here!


Begone, putrid boil!


I don't think there will be an after.


...Boo...?...


Recovered <br>V3


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


Never thought I'd be so keen to take orders from a future mind flayer. But that's tomorrow's problem, isn't it? Right now I'm not worried about anything but where these pyjamas came from.


S'all right while we can get work repairing 'em. But what happens when they build something else to do that? It's no good, I tell you...


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


Effort v8


You know more than you're letting on.


I can't help but feel the strangest twinge of disgust as I look upon you. Is it true? Has our Lady forsaken you?


I'll bring you anything you need - robes, books... sustenance. You'll be safe.


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


Blast it all, can I have no peace?


I knew it. You just want to go where you've been. But you never can; I never can. We're stuck here in the future. Together.


*For a moment, you <i>do</i> hear it - flesh sliding on stone, like a living being extending through the walls.*


Liar.


Astarion, we need to talk. We know you're a vampire.


Aye - gobbled myself up a sweet little girl. And she was so <i>very </i>tasty.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Stuck? Seriously?<br>


But to be destined for madness? I don't know if I could ever make peace with it.


So - the gith prince, huh? We've got some decisions to make.


There, by the bed. Someone's spilled some blood.


Well, it might just be there's not much left - the Absolute's making people panic.


An illuminating exercise. You've listened, if not always with both ears in attendance.


Listen up.


A lesson taught in flesh and bone this very night. Associate as you wish. Avert your eyes at your peril.


Not a sweet sleep like Holli's, but a suffocating flood of fruitless gasps and bursting flesh!


*The acidic liquid tightens your throat, burning on the way down. It's a bolt of agony straight to your stomach.*


I can finally mourn for my little girl in peace. Thank you.


Let's hope he keeps his fangs to himself. I enjoy a good meal, unless I'm the main course.


Didn't work. What now...


Don't worry - you won't come to harm. I'll protect you.


Bloody tracks. And shackles. <i>And </i>arrows. Someone barely got out of here with their life.


Darn shame too.


Those boots look quite special. Something for Gale, maybe?


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


*The hurt runs deeper than they're willing to show you.*


*And you promised your Queen that you would slay Orpheus, not return him.*


You will love every beast in the Hells, under my command. What a brilliant future awaits you!


This flesh <i>must</i> be flayed. The next instrument, sister.


A fine idea. Or at least, an idea.


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


Githyanki armour. Githyanki bones too, I'd wager.


Locked up in Wyrm's Rock. Hardly the homecoming I expected.


Let's fix this.


I didn't deserve an eternity of rest, I deserved only this shackle, to live forever on the outskirts of my own dear cult, and mourn my own downfall.


Cudo! v3


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


What will it be?


All is ash and meat!


Should have watched your footing.


For most, that was the end of it. But cults like that don't disappear overnight. That list you spoke of confirms I'm right.


Danse macabre.


I think I read about you - looks like we made the right choice coming here when we did!


Sounds like someone's in trouble.


Move along.


It's done. This place is mine now. Shar's forces are mine, when I need them. And her power... it's right at my fingertips. I can't believe it.


Trapped! Oh-ho, <i>oh-no</i>.


I can still feel the Shadowfell all over me... still hear her words in my ear. I feel... unclean.


Must be tired from all that running around.


Show us the truth of this murderer's intent, and let us judge her for her bloody service.


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


*A jawless skull on a marble stand, without name or inscription. Apparently, whoever uses this desk needs no reminder of whose skull this was.*


Voco araneae!<br>v3


It is a lesson Orin will only learn in death. I wonder if you will be the one to teach her?


Not that type of service down here, love. I've got a husband, and you ain't my type.


What's next?


Go forth, Unholy Assassin, desecrate in your stride.


Where are you taking us?


If so, I'm afraid I must remain a passing fancy. If not, well, it wouldn't be my first misjudgement.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


I'd love to know the full story.


The restoration of the harbour will take a long time. Black blood clings and stinks like death itself.


And when I return to the Astral Prism, I will slay him in the name of the undying Queen Vlaakith.


Aqua pura!


Though I'd have welcomed a voice other than my own to entertain me along my weary way, I shall take your answer in stride and with it, take my leave as well.


Hey-ho.


Where has young Shadowheart wandered off to? Dame Aylin has answers for her.


I bet we can work out how to open it.


Scratch reminded me of my first displacer beast. A noble creature.


One day we will. But not yet.


Perhaps we might plan a little party to celebrate our new home?


I don't fancy hangin' around here. But... thank you. And best of luck.


I am not known for my <i>patience.</i>


I will not forget, Disciple.


OTHER. WRONG SONG!


If you were trying to be subtle, you failed spectacularly.


Thou inglorious hog.


*The cult know you live, but believe you to be a thrall, with your mind erased. Best not be seen here without one of your tadpoled companions.*


Vampires thrive in the darkness even more than I do. Best wait 'til morning before we strike.


Did an <i>orc </i>tie this off? Gods - give me a moment.


You <i>rakkah</i>. Good thing you ain't one of mine - I'd be sliding a cane up your hole and twisting.


Respectfully - you have already taken my life's work. What else could you possibly need?


<i>Brains?</i>


<i>Can't believe they put that mindless metal </i>mragreshem<i> in my armoury.</i>


I understand congratulations are in order. Thorm's defeat hasn't gone unnoticed. You're <i>known</i> - for who you are, and for that Netherstone that you carry.


*The histories flow from Arabella into you. Creatures slain, lovers reunited, spells crackling through the air. The girl is collecting every last vision; it's as natural as breathing for her.*


*You might refuse the Emperor and break Orpheus free with the Hammer. You can defeat the Netherbrain with the prince as an ally.*


<i>Please - help me!</i>


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


I'll leave out some oats for that badger. Might improve it's bloody mood if it comes back.


Your father? Hmph. Not much of a family resemblance. Well -


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


Why are you so certain we shouldn't?


No... that wasn't my most glorious moment, but my greatest failure? Far from it.


Ask it.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Hey, good-looking.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


You don't hide trinkets in a box like that. There's something good rattling around in there.


Sounds rather ingenious.


Maybe I judged you too quickly. Thank you.


That's one shadow monster dead.


What a time for pilfering.


<i>My</i> side? I heard the pisspot. You're a True Soul, same as Nere.


No surrender.


Don't want to draw any attention.


Hot to the touch. The dragon's breath still lingers on this shield.


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


I'm worried for every desperate soul Mizora will recruit to the Blood War, every life she snuffs out on Zariel's whims.


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


UGLY. HIDEOUS. VILE. YOU ARE FORTUNATE TO HAVE FOUND ME, FREAKISH ONE.


Can't be opened directly. Time to investigate.


Dying Burning<br>v2


You benefit too, don't forget. Go pick a fight with this god - we'll be there when you need us.


My energy's draining. The darkness is taking its toll.


These gouges... something's marking its territory. Best be careful.<br>


That symbol... Gale, is that tressym an acquaintance of yours?


Down with you.


Move along, True Soul - have a pleasant day.


You're lying. I see it in your face.


*Grunt!*


I know, I know. Sorry.


It's already done.


I know you and hairdo girl have something happening, but keep a piece left over for me, hmm? I won't always be too hot to touch.


Stay away from trapped chests!


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


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


I don't like that I'm so good at this.


Over there - a shrine to Selûne. By Moonmaiden's grace.


When I have a suitable sample for my study, I will, however, prove that the effects of their biological inclination are reversible.


When the others are sleeping, we'll slip away together. And we <i>won't</i> get much sleep.


*You feel an all-too-familiar squirm in the recesses of your mind - the Fist has a tadpole. But something's... off.*


No. I mean - maybe. I don't know. I'm not sure what he's capable of now that he's so... changed.


Listen here.


I just hope they leave, and we can close this grove in peace.


A murder - here? Balduran's biscuits, must've been Ffion. The poor lass - a right good one, she was!


Blood? No - oil. Leading right inside.


On my way.<br>


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


Get me up, would you?<br>


Terror and paranoia are Orin's weapons. She wants us scared... then she will strike.


Help's on the way.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Bodies for the harvest!


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


Wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


Worse than useless.


I suppose General Thorm sent you to help with my mission. That's all right. I don't mind sharing the glory.


The Flaming Fist will want someone to blame, and I don't plan to leave anything pointing our way.


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


Of course.


*You see through Gale's eyes, staring down the corridors of a dread memory. A book, bound, then suddenly opened.*


Stay the path, and obey the law - and you have nothing to fear.


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


Careful, Minthara. As a drow exile, you could be classed as a refugee yourself. Not volunteering, I take it?


You could have said the same about me when we first met. People can change. But perhaps you're right.


I - I think it was his <i>heart</i>.


True Souls... Nere... Disciple...


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' Cat? Ah - the vermin hunter. Many were lost. Or taken.


Kill them.