A cambion? The Absolute has eclectic taste in recruits.


Hm. An art gallery?


That trinket's radiating magic, Gale.


You know my name? Interesting - a predator wouldn't care to learn it.


Did he tell you where his friends are hiding before he fled?


She'd put a sailor to shame with that mouth.


Hah. Is someone excited to work on the handsome dragonborn?


Quite the welcome.


Better keep an eye out for more.


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


If it had been up to Kagha, they would never have been here at all.


Can't slow down.


Have to keep going.


He's right and we both know it. No manner of duke should be tied to a devil's leash.


Wonder who was inside...


Just what I like to hear.


With the shadows vanquished, healing can begin.


Horribilissimus!


Today's issue is smoking hot! Just like Ramazith's Tower! Find out why inside!


Blegh. Reckon you'll make sweeter sounds once we slice you a bit.


Attack<br>var 4


Nettie, yes. She's bumbling about somewhere.


Remarkable... never in all my life did I think... To fight alongside a <i>mind flayer</i>...?


But you brought some of them back. How did you decide who to save and who to leave behind?


Even Baldur's Gate's greatest warrior knew one blade alone cannot rout an army.


That must be all of him. We should chat with the Ringmaster.<br>


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Fiat voluntas dei!


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. I remember the lessons well. Father made me recite them every morning.


Ah!


Its influence on you is plain to see - you are sublime.


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


You again? That's enough creepin' around. Lads - attack!


Preventable. The sickening result of sickening beliefs.


A mere mortal warrior could have never persevered alone... Ah! Of course!


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


Really. Good thing we met, then!


I've taken more pleasant shits than you, Mizora, and at least those can be buried after.


That should do it. Time to see what's back there.


Find... Duke... Ravengard...


I'm a cleric of Our Lady of Silver - the moon goddess Selûne.


Better a quick draught than ceremorphosis, nonetheless.


Hm. I guess it is kind of old. Here. Birds of a feather.


I've believed every word out of that mouth of yours since I was ten years old.


To speak thusly takes little of my effort. Besides, what better use is there of time than discourse?


My surface-dwelling friend. I take it you were curious to see the Society of Brilliance for yourself?


So, it seems the Dark Lady may have a new favourite. Interesting...


Wasn't expecting one of you drow to join the hunt... Praise the Absolute.


You acted most rationally. So acknowledged.


My father taught me more lessons than I can count. But perhaps the greatest one is this: a champion's heart's as sharp as a new blade.


This soul awaits thy command.


I'm gonna buy Lily some flowers - make her grave as pretty as she was. I promise.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Malleus!


<i>Precisely!</i>


I found Last Light within the shadows. Made a shelter there. Prayed my father wouldn't find me.


I know.


*Hiss!* BAAAA.


Go there - tell them Uncle Felogyr sent you, and they'll show you the smokepowder. Lots of it.


Effort v2


Weak


Oh, Ilmater's arsing <i>ashes</i>.


We will continue to remove parts of him until he tells us <i>exactly</i> where it is.


Shadowheart: an endless storm surges behind sharp eyes.


We are not welcome here - this much is clear.


Recovered <br>V3


Just so. Vampires are godless parasites - we do not need a reason to destroy them.


A distillery. Wonder if any tipple's survived.


He must have returned to the grove.


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


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Well, consider this an experiment, then.


Quite some valuable knowledge hidden between these pages.


We're doomed either way. Best to stop struggling and hope the end's swift.


<i>Help</i> them? They're dead.


Intellego!


You? You're smaller than a worg whelp. Guys - get this idiot!<br>


Yes, yes, but think - you did not prepare yourself. You are no better than this pathetic flesh on my slab.


The lock is undone.


<i>Lower.</i>


'Hero,' 'Blade' - names strangers gave me. My friends call me 'Wyll'.


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


You have broken your oath, paladin.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Machine made them hostile.


What about Gekh? Where's he at?


Ah, well. I guess that's my cue to change the subject.


This place... why does it remind me of Auntie Ethel's home?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


You are safe, my love.


Imagine wagging your big metal willies up and down the thoroughfares and calling yourself 'Archduke'. Pathetic.


Dodge
v2


For the best. The <i>ghaik</i> earned its fate.


Zevlor had <i>belief </i>- didn't get him anywhere good. Besides, Raphael wasn't promising anything stupid.


What in the <i>hells</i> was that?


A devil you do.


No, no - where is it? I put the coin right here.


Hush! I can scarcely hear the spirits over your wretched mouth breathing.


The <i>tir'su</i> are enciphered, but I see the pattern. It's another story about Orpheus.


Attack Critical<br>


It was touch and go. Some close calls - the cult have claimed every road between Baldur's Gate and Elturgard.


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


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


Et alibi!<br>v2


If so, I picked the wrong place to rob. Alan's short on coppers - the Counting House is screwing him over.


Don't be mean, Conall, you know I don't like brain-riddles.


A quiet word, then.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


*You are entering the seat of the Absolute, home to those who targeted your Grove. They may still hunt you.*


What in the hells - get back!


*No hint reveals itself.*


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


It's gone. I felt so strong - where did that come from?


Looks like an army marched through here.


We draw the wrong kind of attention, and then I have to get up and kill these idiots.


'Worth'? Volothamp Geddarm takes the matters of names <i>most</i> seriously.


A Selûne idol, really? Are you in need of a paperweight?


You must have seen your share of horrors in Avernus. Tell me, does the fang-toothed dopplerback have three spikes or four?


Why, she already has. She has brought her sword to your side. <i>Dame Aylin.</i>


Balduran departs. Little is known of his last voyage, but it seems he left the dragon behind.


This won't be the last of them.


Bloody Zenovia and her bloody Rats - truly no honour among their kind. And <i>you</i> - what do you want?


I got my skin saved - by blind, stupid chance. And the one who saved me is taking the fight to cult. Which is <i>exactly</i> why you all cannot be here.


Leave the future for hathrans and hamsters to divine. We speak only of this moment.


Stuck in place, I see.


That floating eye keeps watch. Best avoided, or it may spoil the hunt.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


There's a lot to know.


Ah - Scratch is still at the post house.


Interesting book. Just the kind you're looking for, Gale.


Combat Vocals - Dodge
Ha!
v3


Mol can be cranky, and mean, but she looks after us. So, stock up, all right? 'Cause you need all the help you can get to bring her home.


Take him. I'll just cut your throat when you ain't looking, and get all your stuff, then.


Effort v3


Jaheira... Boo is trying his best to explain, but I still do not understand your anger.


Death would not silence Balthazar for long. But dead or alive, he is lost.


Please, you shouldn't be here. He'll find you. And he won't kill you.


Bhaal is waiting, slaughter kin. Do not disappoint him.


Hurt Critical


That was close - this entire place would've been destroyed.


I've got something special for you.


She didn't make it far. It'll be close.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I have already broken my oath. I'll happily break you as well.


Too much dust to be a new outpost. I wonder why my brethren abandoned this place.


This does not belong to me.


I said keep out of it. In fact, forget it entirely.


Yeah?


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


Looks like it siphons power from anyone lying in that cradle. Wonderful.


This is no githyanki relic. It must do something else.


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


*You stand before the mysterious mace once more.*


Balduran sails away and leaves the dragon to watch over his city. Do the histories make mention of this?


I - ... yes, that. That's clearly what I was referring to.


What? You're dismissed.


Go away.


This 'blood' sounds important - could it still be here somewhere?


<i>I can hear your thoughts.</i>


Wow, never seen anything quite like that.


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


Attack Critical<br>var3


It's just a choice between two deaths. Quick and meaningful, or torturous and pointless.


Good day to you, sir. I apologise, but Lady Jannath is not currently welcoming visitors.


Spawn of Bhaal... You would've brough this city to its knees - you have squandered your unholy <i>right</i>.


Dammit - someone help me!


If you can't take feedback, how do you ever improve, eh? May as well paint in your bedroom and never show a damn soul.


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


I'm familiar. An arms dealer and a slaver. Worshipper of Bane, the god of tyranny. It sounds as though you've faced his tyranny yourself.


This is hardly even recognisable as a body, why are we digging up graves?


Must be the tadpole.


No, no - I won't abandon the Great Mother's only son.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


This shall not do.


How did you -


Sir! Glad you found us all right. Odd rubbing elbows with gobs, isn't it? Still getting used to it.


This 'Halsin' has been studying the tadpole.


I admit, I'm somewhat concerned. We are usually sticklers for updating one another on our progress.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


But why?


Carefully, now...


I'm more worried about this parasite than a few goblins. We need a healer.


'Fraid I've got that covered already, mate. They ain't tuneful, but they <i>are </i>cheap as piss.


Resisto ignem!


As luck would have it, he just arrived.


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


Attention, soldier! You do <i>not </i>have permission to freak the fuck out right now.


We kept Art safe - that's what matters. Couldn't have done it without you.


Sine metu!<br>v2


Careful. It nearly had you.


Then we have no use for you. And you must pay for your sins.


Pay attention.


No ordinary war hammer. Carved with the Luiric symbol for the number three. I wonder why?


Let them come. I <i>happened</i> across a book on the tower's defences, and they are considerable.


Muddy footprints all over.


Your safety is of paramount importance, citizen. My services are at your disposal.


Ah - a familiar face. Didn't think I'd see you again!


I have no idea what these wretches are doing here. 'The Master' had a more refined palate than this.


Thank gods it's over. That creature was <i>disgusting</i>.


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


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


My hands are full, sweetheart.


Can't see a thing.


It's Uktar you want - old Silver-Smile there.


You think I haven't mounted a stage before? Though be warned, clown - if you mean to throw knives, I <i>will </i>throw them back.


Rise and fight!


*It stands quietly, awaiting its myconid master's command.*


Invoco te!


*The Netherbrain is destroyed, the Grand Design reduced to dust. And you are forever changed.*


Now you need my help.


Of course! I'm thinking of selling it - reckon it's worth anything, boss?


Eiecto te!<br>v2


They attacked a child? You should have killed the little monsters.


Ordinarily, no - though such generosity would not be out of character. But in this instance, I fear she has other motivations - motivations I will not talk about.


Bene curatur!


A fight? You'd be a plaything - not worth the trouble.


Here she is - the hero of the hour.


*There is nothing else here, and no one else around.*


Agh!


Still warm to the touch, if you can believe it.


Tempora mutantur!


I hope they don't. I hope they stay well away from here.


Wait! You are neither spawn nor servant. An intrusive mortal then. You made a mistake, little thief.


As far as you're concerned, I <i>am </i>the Guild. And you know what? The price has just doubled. What a shame.


Dying Burning<br>v5


And I see plenty to lose myself in.


One from which he will awaken soon.


Attack


Yes - another sweet sale for Popper the businesslord. Enjoy your treato - make sure to not overcook it!


Abominations grow inside us. Our bones should ache, our mouths should bleed.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Best to stay out of its way.


<i>I feel it. We're close.</i>


We survived this, and goblins too. Maybe we do have a chance.


And do not approach the egg! That would be a transgression too far.


You'd have taken them, would you, Vistra?


You wouldn't want Wyll to get sucked into the Hells, would you?


Forgive my tone just now, True Soul. Had a few intruders a while back. Just bein' careful.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


I've got you.


No, no, no...


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


And you never will be. Come for him if you're stupid enough - he'll be waiting.


But a true artist embraces his suffering. No doubt I'll be the finer painter for it. Eventually.


Oh no. Quite the opposite, actually. She mostly preferred our interactions to be abstract and incorporeal. Most invigorating.


A remedy most potent.


That being said - when you do explode, how far away should I be?


Look, you must have something better to do than bother me. Anything.


<i>You should hear him out.</i>


Yonas, no! What are you doing?


In a bind? I'll help.


Quickly now.


*Reithwin House of Healing. Presiding Surgeon: Malus Thorm.*


*He almost succeeded. The crown sits atop the elder brain, and the Karsite Weave rests within your chest, incomplete but already capable of immense destruction.*


<i>Come. Let us proceed.</i>


She thinks she can take <i>my </i>druid and live to tell the tale? Dream on, shapeshifter. Karlach's coming for you.


Do you think losing that eye made you a hero?


One day, I'll catch a break.<br>


Parchment-pallored villain.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


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


May the gods take you first.


LET US SEE IF YOU HAVE LUCK'S FAVOUR.


What the hells is this place?


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


You left her there?! Then go retrieve her, you imbecile. Or it will cost you a world of riches so vast you cannot even comprehend the loss.


Still nothing. Bloody contraption.


Circus clothes? What an end for Dribbles the clown.<br>


You have reached the time of majority, and you shall come into your birthright.


Sine metu!<br>v3


That feels good.


What's hiding here?<br>


Away, you pox'd nun!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


I'm glad we were here - who knows what would have happened otherwise?


The Archivist is the key, but he's as stubborn as a king and as serious as a heart attack.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Efferve!


Poxy pissered pervert!


A haunting pack of voices almost drove me to murder you, and my <i>name</i> is strange?


I smell their blood on you still. I smell your moisture.


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


Good call. Looks like that's going to bruise.


Best enjoyed someplace private, I think.


No use. It's blocked.


They're after a weapon. Surely, they don't mean that strange artefact of ours...


I'd think you'd figured by now - Zariel found a new use for an old battleaxe.


When I get out of these chains, my wrath will be terrible!


There are more <i>rudimentary </i>methods of extraction, if you find our technology intimidating.


I know you remember me - your eyes cannot lie. I am Viconia DeVir. Your Mother Superior. Your tutor in Lady Shar's sacred arts.


The chair - it must connecting you to the mind flayers.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


*Is this a good idea, you wonder? You and Shadowheart have a certain rapport, but is it strong enough to weather such a revelation?*


That's the last of Astarion the sun will ever see. May he fare well in the dark.


Gods! I'd forgotten about your little affliction. Hunger does cloud your senses.


Steel Watchers... are his... greatest weapon...


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


...Then leave.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


I'll have slain a score of demons before you have your next hot meal.


Of course. Terribly sorry.


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


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


You should have stayed in the Hells, devil.


There is no need for secrecy here. You wear your truth so close to the skin.


That disguised journal spoke of this Adamantine Forge as well. Interesting.


The necromancer has been hauling people off like cattle. We don't get out, we're dead - us, the tieflings, <i>everyone.</i>


I often think of mortality as a curse. In time, all that I am and all that I have known and learned will be lost. In time, our cities will be dust.


Of all the beastly lairs I've had to poke my nose into - an illithid colony is still by far the worst.


Whenever I'm done pushing my broom, you'll find me here wetting my whistle!


Good luck inside the tower, boss. Better you than me.


Another kill. Your technique is improving... Very novel, I must say.


Effort v11


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


It does not matter, you're too late!


Me neither. So let me out, or get ready for the Third Sundering.


I'll say thank you then, as that's all I have. <i>Raz'erai'ka tavkim krash'ht.</i>


Unkillable? I don't believe you - show me your mind.


Who are you to defy the Absolute's orders? <i>My</i> orders?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Now that's what I call a chest. More than just a few trinkets in there, I wager.


That poor child. This should never have happened. You people should have left when Kagha asked.


<i>Goodbye, sun. Goodbye, sea. Good-</i>


No, no! KARLACH!<br>


Come on, come on. What are you hiding?


Fallin' down <i>already?</i> What are ya, a bloody gnome?


Another githyanki disc. Better see what Lae'zel thinks.


Take her below.


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


First, to Sharess' Caress. We must slay Voss, he who was once <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak.</i>


Ah, interesting.


...but I suppose you are young and untested. This world can be confounding to navigate.


Direct - fair enough.


Decapitated - but still warm.


ARGH! My EYE, Boo! They went for my EYE!


A good opportunity.


Don't get your knickers in a twist. I was only asking.


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


Even Baldur's Gate's greatest warrior knew when to contain the storm and when to release it.


'Nightsong.' A tender name for a cultist artefact.<br>


Good. Marshalling the goblins is no simple matter, but my warband will be ready to attack by next light.


I'm just a simple toymaker - an <i>artisan</i>! I don't know anything!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Attack


That could have been worse.


Oh. Well, um... I'll be sure to pass on your comments to the editor.


A waste of time.


I'm not stupid. I saw what he did to my friend. Gods, how I'd love to <i>smash</i> that bastard jar. That's how you kill mummy lords, you know.


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


Boo judges this one to be the best. But perhaps you should not listen, until you have seen how he has decorated his burrow.


I'll see what I can do to give you more time if you find some infernal iron, but a machine that complicated is going to need serious work - more than a pauper's forge can handle.


I will keep an open mind. But I will split the illithid's head at the first sign of danger.


*The cub tilts his head. He does not trust you - yet.*


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


By all means, stray. Explore. Hunt. Just don't indulge in the illusion that you're the greater hunter.


These wounds suggest a frenzied attack. How exciting.


Dissera!


Yes. Your point?


Ah. Now <i>that</i> is a question...


<i>Harpers? Out of the shadows.</i>


Tenday.


I'll have you up in no time.


For you, my queen: a thief's blood!


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


Finish it. Send me to Lady Shar's embrace.


The first, yes! Five days since he put that thing in my eye, but the first day he came to visit.


Pulchrior!


Then come back with the one who is.


Not a chance - it's bloody driftwood. And we are in the middle of <i>nowhere</i>, even -


Let's move.<br>


Back in Last Light, I was racking my brains - how the hells do we get past the curse?


<i>Chk</i>. Overheated grappling, that wastefully eats into time better spent resting our muscles.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


It's packed too tight. I'll need a shovel.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Fill yer boots, mate!


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


I have just the thing.


We are a powerful party, indeed. Faerûn itself trembles at our touch!


Dying Burning


The boat's ready! Come on!


... oh, damnation. My friend, Gan - what... what happened?


Tch, <i>paladins</i>. Biggest bunch of dry-shites I ever laid eyes on.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


I'll be good. I swear it. You must be good too!


In case you were wondering: it's calling the rest of its pack!


Orin has made off with Gale - we must rescue him... unless you wish to kill Gortash for her.


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


Th - thank you for saving me from that terrible man.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


'Perfect'.


You are worthy.


Oh good. An audience come to witness your stupidity.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


But what, Wyll?


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


It's most irksome.


Lux in tenebra!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


What're you jawing at me for, recruit? You've got work to do.<br>


I thought you a hunter. Wrong. You're prey - small. Snivelling. <i>Pathetic.</i>


I'll turn you to charcoal. Guaranteed.


As if more evidence were needed.


If she does... if she does I'll stab her. I have a knife. She can't have me again. She won't!


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


I won't keep you waiting.


Nasty blighters - they smell like a fish barrel left to rot in the sun.


Not sure what kind of offering you'd make to keep a giant beast at bay - a bit more than just gold, probably.


Your command?


So do I. Though I'm not sure that's the purpose I'd apply it to.


Ha. Haha. <b>Hahahahahaha!</b>


*The Zhentarim - a network of merchants and mercenaries known for deep coffers and shallow scruples.*


You spherical git.


Those beasts are here for a reason.


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' The list goes on. Bad place to be a pet, this.


They don't allow 'em in Baldur's Gate. Cats, though...


Was that an ordinary raid? Seemed a fool's errand.


I thank you for your help. My people work to rid this world of evil - you are a friend to our cause.


I say thou art malapert to stare. But peradventure thou art new to such custom.


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


All of this, sitting beneath Moonrise. For how long? And how deep does it go?


Hey... boss. Lots of your sort around these days.


Still. This crowd looked after him, no questions asked. Reckon it's only fair I return the favour.


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


Sine metu!


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Ouch. That will need some healing.


Why do these smiling faces make me think of revenge?


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


All that suffering - avoidable. Were it not for the choices you made.


That wasn't it, was it? Bum.


What's the point in blades and spells if we don't bloody <i>use</i> them? We should stay.


All right, fine. One artist knows another.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


Want me to tell you what it is?


I... I was hoping to greet the High Harper beneath Selûne's Tears.


Let us cheat death.


Your coffers are empty. The price must be paid.


Hup hup!


What have we here?


Laughter


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Ut ventus!


Disappointing. But perhaps you lack the imagination to satisfy me.


Look at that. A map of the entire Sword Coast. Hope they aren't planning anything untoward.


Let's finish up here quickly - the sooner we can get your magic back, the safer we'll be. Until then, try not to die.


Tell me one thing... Is there someone called Rennald there? A tiefling boy, or possibly a man now.


Oh... yes. I suppose we'll have to.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Ghaik. Death is too kind a fate.


Attack<br>var 3


Come, give yourself to me.


Those who would breach the bounds of life and death must be willing to defy the doctrines of those on both sides.


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


Bleed... choke on... your guts...


Can't read this script.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


*You discern subtle emotions in the lights' patterns. There is pain, sadness - and fear.*


We've come from Cloakwood to correct his mistakes.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


The cultists will soon know the drider's fallen...


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Strange marking. What's it mean?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


*Your parasite stirs. From the construct, you feel connection. <i>Resonance.</i>*


Alas, recent events have rendered the majority of it moot, so I'm going to have to improvise. Unless you have any words of wisdom to impart before I go?


Fucking Blade of Frontiers! He's supposed to hunt monsters, not... not <i>me.</i>


Amateur!


Move along, little bug.


<i>The brain is feeling <b>intense </b>emotion.</i>


'Our little brother is dead, but hey I'm still here?' Gods.


How you doin'?


*Once. But now?*


Get to caning, or to leaving.


That some fancy elf brew, is it? Never know, might 'ave it.


I'll - I'll leave him to you, uh, True Soul.


Bah. She might make a Harper of you yet.


No need for this to get ugly, is there? Bye-bye, now.


I can't feel my legs... I can't feel my skin.


They can turn into mist now? I'm not the only one with new tricks.


Oh, go on, then. I'll tell you. It's an <i>underground</i> party. At a place called 'The Palace'.


Do you think so little of me? At least you didn't compare me to a spotted dick...


Spotted me, did you? Sharp for a mortal, servant.


And what am I owed? What about the injustices I've suffered - am I not entitled to anything?


Yeah. They're <i>awesome</i>.


A fairy ring. It doesn't glow like the others though.


Not a chance - could be a trap. Just keep your eyes peeled.


I got three. Or five. I forget.


You're a dead soul walking. I can't help you.


It's a sussur tree - absorbs magic.


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


Look, your saviour approaches.


Fine suggestions, all. Perhaps another time.


You have the lad a little nervous - you're the one toppled Ketheric out in the shadowlands, no?


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


I didn't want to tell you in Last Light, but the Shadowfell... broke something in me - something no healer can fix.


You can really appreciate the darkness out here in the wilds. Not like in the city, where they keep lamps burning all hours. It's not natural.


I've never seen darkness like this before. It's unsettling.


Te exsecror!<br>v2


*Your blood suddenly runs cold. Raphael knows what you've done.*


I'll help you.<br>


It's almost a pity things ended so amicably, seeing those two duke it out would be fun.


Come on, open up.


That bomb will save a lot more people than it kills.


If they were being paid, the pages wouldn't be so flimsy.


I've got a little something stashed away - from a long time ago. You'll be paid, you have my word. Just find my little girl - please.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Ab uno disce omnes!


Ask Wyll. He knows that better than anyone.


Of Elminster and the sex, I mean.


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


*And then, clearer than any other image, the face of a child. <i>Your</i> face, smiling proudly as you follow your father, Duke Ravengard, through the corridors of the great fortress at Wyrm's Rock.*


What the... it's gone! The artefact - what have you done with it?


<i>I will not say I'm pleased with your choice - but I will wish you many fortunes. Whatever may come, you are still </i>T'lak'ma Ghir<i> - Sister in Freedom.</i>


You do not look your most heroic this way. Let Minsc help.


Looks like the ritual worked. The whole grove is walled in.


She killed herself. Obviously life was too heavy a burden. You'd be surprised how many aren't strong enough to bear it.


Shout


It is forbidden!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Should get started.


Don't I wish. The gnome's a True Soul.


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


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


Come now - an ogre feasts not on promises.


A ghastly spectacle. I shudder to think what it felt like.


Gah! Gods-damned <i>papercut</i>.


Mors certa!


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


They were fighting to protect something dear to them. I can always tell.


Now, this subject's not safe, so listen close - I'm only saying it once:


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Thanks - for keeping these people safe. For keeping <i>us </i>safe.


*Uncertainty. Shadowheart is wrestling with what this pain means. Perhaps it is connected to Shar, she wonders, or perhaps not...*


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


Tryin' to interrupt my prayers? Scared of a <i>real</i> god? You're as gormless as the rest of 'em.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


So you say - survived Avernus, though. More than you've done.


Victory v4


Still in control. Just.


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


Once the curse is lifted, they can stand as one or as a pair. Whatever they wish.


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


Submersible's broken. Can't seem to turn it on.


*Your mind tingles. Lae'zel seeks entrance.*


How about this?


Hang on. I'll set you free.


<i>Now stand aside. I will assimilate the githyanki's power in your stead.</i>


Don't be long. Our window of chance will close all too quickly.


I will never... nap on duty... again...


Wherever you're from, clearly they don't teach manners.


I fear you must. These people are too short-sighted to recognise a saviour in an unfamiliar form.


I left Baldur's Gate to make some coin, not fall in with a bunch of homeless hellspawn.


Stay. Awake.


TUT! Stone Lord.


Attack


The book was clear - I need to fight myself if I'm to pass this trial.


Detono!


*Last Light Inn, west. Moonrise Towers, southwest.*


You'll go nicely with Mayrina. She's already marinating. HAH!


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


Thank the gods. Thought I was going to have to take your head.


... Underdark... trading route... and graveyard both...


I musta dropped it. Well, you can look for it if you want.


It's time we had a talk with her, don't you think?


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


Works for me.


Stuck no more.


Perure!


Quite a set-up. This takes smuggling to new lengths... or new depths, rather.


Of course, the Absolute protects us now, but still...


My research will be the greatest breakthrough in the sanguine arts in a century. The Grand Matriarch will have no choice but to restore House Oblodra when I present my findings.


I am Bane, the Black Lord. I am the Ultimate Tyrant. I am Fear, I am Hate.


We'll need a cover story...


*Years spent in worship of Bhaal, leading his savage congregation in prayer, sacrifice, and slaughter.*


A fake devil head? I suppose children may enjoy it.


Buff


Must've been those strangers!


We have too many battles before us. I will not have you falling to bloody <i>madness</i>.


Grandfather loved me. He <i>worshipped</i> me. These petty smearings will not save you.


Always... fancied myself... a bit of... a bard...


Hells - my skin's gone colder than the beasts of the Dale. Seems intruder's aren't welcome.


*WARNING - PLAGUE RISK. DO NOT ENTER. This ship is under strict quarantine until further notice.*


Fireplace isn't real. What's hidden behind it?


GruntAngry<br>var 3


Still, we best make not <i>too</i> much noise.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Efforts


No! The child will be safer with me. I know what it needs.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


CLEAN. BAH. CLEAN. BAAAAH.


You were adored, Minthara. Brought up from the darkness, and into the Absolute's light.


I haven't even had a bath since the abduction. I must reek of illithid slime.


<i>That was most of them - time to press on. </i>


*Something wicked must have woken you.*


Congratulations - the amulet is yours. But don't think Valeria was the only soul you sacrificed to retrieve it.


<i>Not well. The nutrition my species receives from other minds is difficult to emulate.</i>


Imitation horns, but barely distinguishable from the real thing.


The way the subject looks <i>beyond</i> the viewer...


Impressive. I don't think even Baldur's Gate's is so large.


How could we be so blind?


Blasted wyrm - where did it come from?


This drumming in my head - I am thankful I have no tadpole to echo it.<br>


Unseen.


So this is the key to lifting that dome. The archives will be a walk in the park now.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


A Selûne prayer book. Hmm, well she didn't answer any prayers from this place.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


I know a few people who might beg to differ. But the only one that matters is here with me now.


You're a sharp one. I <i>am </i>proposing a deal, but it's different from your little pact. You see, I prefer <i>personal </i>things.


I don't want explanations. I want sleep.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Allow me to explain, General.


I'll take you as I find you. Now let the matter rest.


Broken. This won't be taking us anywhere in a hurry.


Duke-types don't care what goes on in our streets.


Brains...? Not the strangest thing I've seen today, unfortunately.


Thanks for nothing, mate. At least you're polite.


This is the price of balance.


Dying Burning<br>v6


The two of you are the unholiest union I can bloody imagine.


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Victory v3


Do not squander this.


Sorting you out.


*Unlock hereby the path to the Elminster Vault.*


Oh you didn't get it.


Really? Even with all these chambers, and the commanding views? You could live like a lord.


You have to try to find it and stop the cult. Not for me. For the Baldurians.


But then again, I could feel something slipping away. I came so close to losing myself - losing everything I'd learned since meeting you.


Lathander forgive me - we have to fire the Lance.


Guess what that makes you.


An amulet that causes the blood to surge, and the heart to swell. Along with other parts. Most invigorating.


Damned hand - keep still.


There isn't a <i>bit</i> of colour in those cheeks, dearie! Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


Nine Hells!


Y-y-yeah. Super... cool.


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


Frange!


*Coo!*


Snivelling in the dust? It suits you well.


Viam sapientiae!


*You know that pain well. She's feeling the same hunger that's plagued you for two hundred years.*


*Your notoriety precedes you. Prices have been moderated to reflect your less than welcome presence in the city.*


No matter - the deal is done, and the sacrifice was made.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


A secret button? It seems this ring is more than just a fashion piece.


Yes yes give me agony. Pluck me bone from socket. Stroke me with a jagged edge until my skin shreds wet and red.


Oh, erm - apologies. Thought you were someone else. Greetings, so forth, so on.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Please. I felt it.


Lux in tenebra!


... infernal... champion... fugitive...


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Yet another scrying eye. They were keeping a close watch on the goblins as well.


'Ere to see yer friend, have ya? Come an' join 'im, if ya like.


Death becomes you.


Can't you see?


It didn't like that. We'll have to go higher before starting our climb.


*The door, and its complexity, remain.*


That would be most irregular.


Mundus vult decipi!


Everyone? Stay close.


I don't know why he's waiting, why he's not marching his army west as we speak, but as long as he remains, there's still a chance.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


This place reeks of death.


Come in. Take a look around.


Hurt Armor Piece Destroyed<br>var 4


Besides, you need this. You need to heal yourself of your infection.


Make them tremble with your music's fury!


Dying Burning<br>v6


Voco spicae!<br>v2


Lae'zel - no!


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


I was hoping you'd say that.


To use it as all innovators do - for the good of the realm. Nothing to concern yourself with.


Yummy.<br>


The Ironhand Gnomes are forever in your debt. Our firepower is yours to command. Just show us where it's needed.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


It's done - good.


I was ready to advise you to make common cause with Viconia, if it would have served the city.


Caedo!


Tarrin worked harder than they did. He was still chipping away when I left last night.


Aye, youse have my gratitude. Truly.


They grow up so fast.


More horrible than our day-to-day lives? Well this I have to hear.


*Hellfire. The great gift of Mephistopheles.*


The clown's foot. Well, all right.


Then again... perhaps she's got something useful to say, for once.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


Effort


A cave. Best stay sharp - I've been out of the dark for a while.


Stay focused. I'll keep daddy duke safe.


I guess... that would be okay.


Hrrrr.


Gale - no!


It's not <i>that </i>hard to find. Perhaps any difficulty is more telling of you, Gale.


This one is a murderer who walks free. She deserves to be punished. Or will you deny her victims peace?


Never a dull moment.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Where are you? Get out here and let's be done with it.


That's quite an egg.


What is this place? The extent of the corruption here is... almost impressive. I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


You, though... I know it's not your business, but she owes you for saving this place.


What? You can resist me? No man has resisted me before...


So I've been keeping company with a vampire.


You promised you'd get us inside the city. Said you'd do whatever it takes!


But you had to make a mess of things. What a waste.


If you do slip from her mind, do not come scurrying back to my bed.


Come on, Astarion. Let's get out of here. You've done all you can.


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


The adventurers say they lost track of him in a temple to the west.


Your folks are absolutely precious, by the way. They must be so happy to have you back.


AH. WHAT IS THAT VILE SMELL? ARE YOU DYING?


This doesn't feel right.


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


I hope that's true. 'Cause I'm hoping for seconds, thirds, and fourths, once we find a way to cool off this engine.


Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


Fallin' down <i>already?</i> What are ya, a bloody gnome?


*He snarls a warning, flattening his ears and lowering his body, ready to pounce.*<br>


Corruptus!


A slate? A map to the nearest crèche, perhaps.


A poor choice.


Oh ho ho HO NO NO!


Better go help that wretch.<br>


Yours can be keeping them on, hm?


Have you brought your friend?


He's always struck me as the trustworthy type.


Another disc etched with <i>tir'su</i>. Lae'zel might make something of this.


<i>It seems, dear readers, that this spot is often frequented by a hero of Baldur's Gate...</i>


Jaheira, too, will wish to leave your side when I tell her of your foulness.


This must be part of Dribbles, judging from the cloth.


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


You shall not fall!


It would be better for us both to resolve our differences amicably, and I have the perfect venue for a face-to-face meeting.


Consider it unlocked.


Well! I'll stay on my toes around cows from now on.


*His mind is a grey haze; you can't make sense of anything through the mist.*


Wouldn't take the stuff no matter what. If I'm gonna go, let it be in a blaze of glory.


This is a gift, you know. Thank you - I won't forget it.


Come, Voss - I need you!


I'm sure you're right. Between the dictators, the murderers, the Guild, and the cult, the city's brimming with goodness.


Interesting selection.<br>


Death is for <i>other </i>people.


They have me slaying gods or laying with them, depending on the bard.


What? You can't. She's a <i>hag.</i>


Who are you? Get out. GET OUT!


There's something underneath here...


Devoured by the darkness. They should have retreated while they had the chance.


Orin is the one you seek to butcher. She only seeks the Bhaalian favour you were born to inherit.


I saw you at the gates. You fight well.


You dare take the high road after digging our trench? <i>Spare me.</i>


Under the city... draconic protector...


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Dodge
v2


Now, did I mention that I set this <i>entire </i>festival up myself?


That did the trick, all right. And... down it goes.


Is someone crying?


And just like that, she's off to walk into Lorroakan's trap.


Excuse me, beggars and waifs are not - oh. I see. You're not street detritus, you've merely availed yourself of my <i>dear</i> sister's... 'finery'.


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


With a flick of the wrist.


Entrails on display? This circus doesn't think much of its customers, does it?


Oh, my hand slipped.


I was on death's door when the hag cast... wait. You didn't - you didn't cure the Bite?


The name sounds familiar - I hope we didn't meet on one of my little excursions.


How much you reckon Lady Jannath'll make out of those nobles upstairs?


That chest - might be something inside I can use.


Comfort? Is that what you think I'm after?


Don't worry. We're making our own future.<br>


This place is like a glimpse into the future - no need to raise an army when you can just build one.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Stinkin' snitch<i>. </i>No one <i>drughs</i> with Clan Flameshade.


That's no cure - it's going to kill you. Get out!


Wouldn't expect him to be very friendly after an aeon of captivity.


Disarmed. A little less of a cheek-clencher once you've done it already.


Because you needed to speak to it. Because it feels... correct. Fitting.


Anyway, I'm glad we got that boy out of his predicament.


More'n you've got, mate. I likes him.


*The fresco shows a group of druids, gathered in Silvanus' name. You are on sacred ground.*


Aw - these toy bears are adorable.


A kiln, unfinished sculptures, stone fragments. Masons worked here.


*You begin to feel a creeping dread - this was a mistake.*


Just leave it to us grown-ups. Because I <i>know</i> your friend will make the smart choice.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


You've got a knack for giving me the dullest reply you could have possibly given.


Errr erm a kert. Er gerrrrrd kert.


*You take a worried pause. You didn't free the devil Mizora sent you for. If you walk through the door, you will die - and your soul will be hers eternally.*


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


Caeco te!<br>v2


Pretty tune for a contract that says 'kill all Justiciars'.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


Cudo! v2


You know what it is, don't you? <i>Criminals.</i>


Naiske, bring me a plate of the cold-water pike.


That's the way you want it? <i>Fine.</i>


How'd you escape? I'll chop you to messes!


Trust me, it's been said. You've shown more restraint than most in avoiding the subject until now.


<i>I shall find a place for myself in a corner of these realms, for even in darkness, the stars of Tu'narath will shine upon me. </i>


I'll do it!


It is as it should be. Purity of soul and deed will not help us to survive the Absolute.


You took the words right out of my mouth, soldier.


That's a githyanki blade if ever I saw one.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


*Are you truly ready to sacrifice yourself for her?*


Well, that was... interesting.


I have an itch in the worst place.


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


A Selûne idol, really? Are you in need of a paperweight?


You sure keep me on my toes, don't you? S'why I keep you around.


All you had to do was stand there! But no, even that was too much much to ask.


Yes. The <i>Blushing. Mermaid.</i> Down by the docks. I've told you a hundred times - why aren't you listening?


I knew Gaerdal wouldn't steer me wrong. Thank you - maybe I'll see you there.


An elf and dragon surveying Baldur's Gate. Does this mean the city was founded by an iblith? How grotesque.


It is a map. A githyanki crèche lies within an ancient temple at the mountain pass.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Oh, how the people will applaud their courageous hero.


Kill me? I wouldn't recommend it. I die, and Wyll turns to a lemure and gets sucked right down to the Hells.


Effort


One with the sweetest face of the moon.


Mors animae!


See my uniform, Phase? It's nicer than yours, agreed? And not just because I don't sleep in it.


*You can see a vague outline of <i>something </i>within it.*


An ordinary lamp. Not a trace of magic on it.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Dead - by our own kin's hand.


I could listen to this forever...


But the deal... What about my husband? What happens to him?


I can't believe I'm glad to see a <i>Bhaalspawn</i>, but gods, I knew you'd be the one to stop this.


But nothing to worry about... right?


I gave my return to Baldur's Gate a lot of thought. I never pictured this, though.


We will need to be careful, of course. There are still powerful forces in the city.


You were making quite a ruckus over there. Hope everything's all right.


-- We learn -- We grow - loosen our clumsy bindings -
--- AID US ---


I'll have to burn them.


I recognise that floral motif - same as that key we found.


The circus has packed up. The show must <i>not</i> go on, apparently.


A wizarding word of power. We can use it to gain access to the devil's trinkets.


Open it up then! It's <i>all yours</i>.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


<i>They say that home is where a person can be their truest selves, without guile, without pretence.</i>


Effort v5


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


Well... That was anticlimactic.<br>


I can't... at least not right now. I'm sorry. After everything that happened with my parents, with Shar, I need time to myself. Time to find myself.


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


No... clan expedition... treasure...


Te exsecror!


The cult of the Absolute - what else? They turned this place into a bloodbath.


Back already, Kar?


Perhaps Lady Orin will reacquaint him with <i>our </i>Lord. They are old friends, after all.


Ah, I see. Scratch is playing fetch in his dreams instead.


Let me take the edge off the pain.


We cannot afford to discard warriors because we are simply impatient.


Tired. Frightened. A game to the featherless ones - but not a game! Not a game!


Go. Away.


Lava's not supposed to explode, I don't think. Something's igniting it.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I ain't saying nothing to nobody until I've had my trial.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Join the army of the dead, True Soul. Witness Lord Myrkul's glory!


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


Attack


*A bag lies within the crevice, enfolded in the chitinous squabbling of spiders. A shiny gold coin pokes from its mouth.*


The idol looks powerful - the sort Gale wants. Taking it will not be a simple task.


I'm seeing goblins in every shadow.


Away, eye-watering stench!


<i>Embrace your evolution. You are more than you've ever been. All that has changed in you has changed for the better.</i>


Something good here, I hope.


No. We have come for answers. And, if needed, heads.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


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


My bones are kindling. Soon they'll catch light.


You will wish I had stayed in hiding.


Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?


Let me give you a hand.


We took her back to the docks to try and help her but she was already dead.


Effort v4


It seems I was right to put my faith in you after all. Thank you.


Mors certa!<br>v3


Scratch! Here, boy! Where is that damn dog?


Dying Burning<br>v3


Nine-Fingers <i>was</i> a thief, and worse - I suppose that makes us the good guys, eh?


If those metal brutes <i>actually</i> did their jobs, you'd be off the street.


The voice is quelled. The artefact's doing...


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Heavy debts... no way to repay...


I doubt we'd make it in time. There has to be someone else nearby.


These things are going to consume us from the inside and turn us into mind flayers.


SmileClosed<br>var 4


What's the story?


Aaaargh! Mind flayer!!!


In Bhaal's name.


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


All these people, fleeing for their lives... only to be corralled like cattle.


Gods. You raced from the Hells only to plunge right back in, all for a damnable <i>fling</i>.


Thorm hated the bard's tunes. Maybe we'll get some <i>proper</i> music now.


Worth a try.


Gods. How many did you kill? Dozens? Hundreds?


Orders... of the General... Absolute's... Chosen...


Bit of a mess you're in.


But down here in the hells, Karlach, I think you would burn bright forever.


There's magic here, but it's of a rancid, impure form. Nothing like the true Weave at all.


The story... never told. The passing... beautiful...


We should drop in for a quick sip. For research, of course.


Intelligenti pauca!


Your confidence in our existing capabilities is quite rousing, though. Perhaps that spirited enthusiasm will be strength enough to subdue the Cult when the time comes.


Admit it - you're just glad to see some potential meals walking about after all those bloodless shadows.


Yeah, I know. I was standing right here, telling her to rob you.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Voco flagella!<br>v2


That looked... painful. To say the least. <br>


For all I know, this little roaster was some famous bard and you'll be sellin' his last words for a pretty penny.


Toast! Toast!


Ngh... feels like my brain's about to collapse in on itself.


Now, unless you have any further business with me - I think this consultation has reached its end.


Someone - some<i>thing</i> - shed Flaming Fist armour like a second skin.


Listen, uh, I got me some business over on the other side of yonder mountain. See you never, yeah?


I work for the greatest broadsheet in this storied city. It's my job to know who is who. I imagine you'll be becoming quite familiar with it soon.


Weak


Quite a feat.


I'm glad it's not just me.


Balthazar, a necromancer lap dog of Ketheric Thorm's.


Stop distracting me. I have to learn this, or the <i>sa'varsh</i> will get angry again.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


((*we laid waste to many. others remain*))


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


Noooooo, mate. I'm all out.


Ex Textura!


No time to lose.


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


What's the big... idea? Huh, just some varmint.


These tieflings were hiding here in the tunnels.<br>


*No answer presents itself. The artefact is dormant. The voice and visions are gone.*


Then we agree. Go - quickly.


The stiff below has some doodahs. Normally I'd say finders keepers, but I'll generously leave 'em to you as thanks.


All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.


But if we'd only made the effort, if we'd only pushed through...


That's Zhent business, not yours.


Sure, take it.


One wrong move and I'd have been a statue, imprisoned for eternity...<br>


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


You festering bubo!


Ketheric may be gone, but the shadows remain. On our guard.


That 'weapon' the cultists seek... Perhaps they mean the artefact?


Every child of Rashemen learns to shun these markings  - Thayan necromancy.


Fine - I'll help.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


Argh. The stones take you, you disgusting half-breed. I'll deal with this myself.


You would invoke rank? On a kith'rak? Pathetic, vin'iisk.


Piles of bodies - very old, by the looks of them.


A couple turns should do it.


Smoke. Something's burning.


If you hit them, make it count!


Let me show you on your map where you can find the cache. Take this rune - you'll need it.


Karlach. You're very beautiful, you know. I might even kiss you if I valued my life a little less.


Ferio!


I'd like some time to talk.


But what does it mean?


Let me have a little peace and quiet, won't you?


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


Nor have I. Everything in its due course, hmm? First, the <i>Brilliant Retort</i>. Then, Wulbren. Then, your reward.


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


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


The elder brain was working her like a damn string puppet. What else is it capable of...?


A letter from Orin? Wouldn't a dripping corpse be more her style?


Quite the statue. A formidable piece of stonework.


Ascension? My queen. <i>An honour gained, a burden borne.</i> I will not waste a second.


The mechanics of fate would be difficult to explain to one such as thyself.


And I'll gladly lend you my skills against them when the time comes.


*Sniffle.*


I'm sorry, sweetie pie - I don't do requests. But toss me a few coppers and I'll shoot you a saucy wink across the bar.


Our camp houses an impostor, then. Say nothing, trust no one. Not even me.


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


*Dawnmaster Vaseid wielding... The rest of the inscription and picture has shattered away.*


You have done mischief enough with hairpins, if your tresses are an indication. The prisoners would be a hindrance.


If the Absolute wills it.


Pleasepleaseplease don't hurt me!


She might be able to help with... that.


Aid an illithid against githyanki? We cannot, we <i>must</i> not!


Yes, because everyone and their mother is an expert on illithid scum.


I can sense Halsin - we just have to buy him a little more time!


Crusty rogue.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Pray if you want, but they won't thank you for it. The dead are an ungrateful lot.


Rest easy, I've got you.


<i>The Flaying Queen... An heir of Murder... Take our strength...</i>


It's not much fun alone.


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


Yes, oh yes! Can we, Thrumbo?


Acidum!


An infernal abode. This is not a place in which we should linger too long.


Delightful accommodation. You spoil us, Warden.


A wise choice, <i>ra'stil</i>, perhaps the wisest you've ever made.


Didn't take Marcus for a turncoat - though I suppose it wasn't his fault. Cultists got to him, and that's that.


Too much dust to be a new outpost. I wonder why my brethren abandoned this place.


Stay calm - I'm coming.


It is not my place to destroy another god's creation, however temporarily he joined the pantheon.


We should've been more careful. Knocked him out, you know? The Astral Prism might've brought him round, same as it did for us.


Another brain. These creatures are consistent, I'll give them that.


You killed a <i>Thorm?</i> They're Ketheric's elite, how did you - never mind. <i>He </i>needs us, needs our help.


Dying Burning


Minimus!


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


My brothers are depending on me.


... all right. I'm leaving. I have to get to Baldur's Gate. Don't follow. And not a word to <i>them</i>.


Even better.


Let's get you out.


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


My, not only is this chair comfortable, it imbues its sitter with power!


The debtor's attire is the only thing preventing a hostile reception. I need to put it back on.


Quiet.


No... no flesh. Flesh hurts.


Effort v4


Of course I am. Dead bodies are bad for business - as are people asking the wrong sort of question.


A wooden mask - the sort worn by Rashemen's witches.


Oh, shit - you're right. The article about Absolutists... Bad news.


*The reign of night comes in a thousand falling leaves.*


No more waiting, no more hiding. This is it.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


If you had to pick <i>one</i> for a night of passion?


That isn't your concern.


Anything from the kitchen, saer?


No prayers needed. On my way.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


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


Heya soldier - I think everyone's asleep. May I?


I must be patient. My brothers need me.


Scribes with swords? So much for the quill being mightier.


Sob<br>var 1


Seems like his prophecy missed a crucial part, though. Didn't say who gave the angel back her wings.


That's an unruly-looking mushroom. Best not get too close.


*A dead-eyed stare greets you. A hollow, unthinking minion.*


PainOpen<br>var 2


Attack<br>var 3


What's next?


Well... not exactly.


Recovered <br>V2


Hells - not this again.


I'm too nice for my own good, I suppose. But I was in a pit and you helped pull me out - for that, I'm grateful.


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


And this wild boar stabbed more times than I can even count? Please, give me some credit.


My boyhood texts claimed bodies from this battle drifted downriver for a week.


I need to get out of here!


I ask 'cause you ain't gettin' far without one of them pixie-lamps.


That noise - it's coming from the gith knight's trinket.


Another drow. Just what we needed.


Next time I'm injured, don't heal, just turn me off and on again.


The Adamantine Forge - the memory shard already revealed its location.


He calls me Scratch. You can do the same.


*Whatever time is left is yours and yours alone.*


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Ah, greed. My favourite virtue.


Sorry, whoever-you-were.


And yet your face betrays you. You found it, didn't you?


<i>Don't worry about me. I'm... happy. </i>


I can see that. You're lucky your little display scared him off.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


Never fear.


<i>Unworthy.</i>


Attack


Effort


You can count on me, little squid. I thirst for the hunt.


Heapside narrows at night time? Two steps in and you're likely to become some dagger's new sheath.


Next time the goblins come, I'll be ready.


Are you so offended by truth? You will find no better lay.


You dare show your face here, Karlach? Inside, if you're so keen to talk.


A child of Bhaal saved this city once before, by slaughtering his foul siblings. Your companion may be able to repeat history - to be the hero we need.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Here we go again.


His crimes against my people are legion. His name is cursed on our lips.


Jaheira, come now. This one's parasite has dug a little too deep, eh?


An animal indeed, to inflict so many cruelties on such an innocent.


Very fine drow weave indeed, if you'll excuse the pun. I can most certainly use it.


I seem to recall you encouraging me to spare Nightsong. Perhaps you're more like me than you care to admit. Help me, or don't.


Well well, a loose stone. What are you hiding?


Either go to Raphael and hear him out, or tell Voss you've failed him and the githyanki people.


You? You're smaller than a worg whelp. Guys - get this idiot!<br>


A loose stone? Someone's secret stash has been found out.


But make no mistake, I will forever remember what you did for me today.


It looks so small from here.


We're not so different, it seems. We both want what we want, and no opposition, no resistance will prevent us.


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


Frange!


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Effort


I won't let them take you.


Then where are we going?


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


The bark is in place. Now, for a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.


Gotta be chosen to hear Her. Like the boss an' priestess.


This should burn going down.


Wouldn't take much to send that stone crashing downwards...


I guess I'll have to get that. Scratch isn't about to.


I can replace those brutal fantasies of yours with desires you'll find <i>much harder </i>to push away.


Gigans!


Astarion has his many faults, but he's certainly not wasteful. If this was his kill, he'd have cleaned up the mess.


Myrkul? Pretty rubbish god of death, if you ask me. You're just an adorable little misery guts though.


Raphael can beg for a deal all he wants - the Crown will be ours.


Take this slain foe as a gift, blessed Nightsinger. Usher her into your darkness.


Your father gave it to me, but it was stolen. Find it, let it set the path before you.


Lower city... Mansion... Near park...


Can I lick that mouth-watering meat of yours? A parting gift, as it were.


Don't you have nothing else to do but browbeat this boy?


Nae bother, love. By the way, I'll be heading home soon. Be sure to come visit, you hear?


If Boo must gnaw off the limb, so be it!


Ah, yes. Well struck.


Blood? No - oil. Leading right inside.


Yes. I am surprised the house matrons of Menzoberranzan have not discovered the power of the printing press yet.


Bah! Father Murmath protects us!


What?! So all this time, he has been leeching his life from an immortal? The man is more parasite than that thing in your head.


Should have worn better boots.<br>


I wonder when the goblins will come.


Submersible's broken. Can't seem to turn it on.


<i>Hm. It simply shouldn't be possible.</i>


<i>I'll dissect you.</i>


*Your Father's expectation feels like a noose around your neck. Now is the moment to dominate the world in his name.*


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


*The figure flickers and starts to dim from view. But you sense she could be convinced to return.*


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


It would be too much to hope that's nothing to do with us, wouldn't it?


Lorgan couldn't help these people.


Elf skin, soft and supple. Almost a shame to cure it.


So, Astarion. When exactly <i>were </i>you planning to tell me you're a vampire?


A century ago it was destroyed by a group of heroic sorts. Let's hope history repeats itself, eh?


Suppose I should get you back up.


Clumsy.


Heh.


Confusio!


Do illithids possess souls?


Got to help.


Effort v6


Effort v11


Come now, its spotted hat is most distinctive. And the flames of Avernus - would you describe them as <i>execrable?</i>


Still - when the time comes, call for the Blade. I won't be long to answer.


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


*Your mind lurches into her thoughts. Her gratitude is mixed with wariness - because you look like a gith.*


*Getting rid of the tadpole will mean returning to the darkness. Unless...*


Duergar corpses. What is this beast doing to them?


You come to my home, interfere in my business, and now have the gall to face me in the heart of my lair? You petulant bollocks.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Have you back on your feet soon.


Those <i>things</i> are terrifying. If someone hadn't been there...


*The frog croaks a friendly 'eep'.*


*Omeluum's tentacles flutter in what appears to be the mind flayer's approximation of a smile.*


How tedious.


I'm just surprised you were able to survive, honestly.


Thanks so much - everyone's been so lovely.


Break them.


Attack Critical<br>var3


I need a quick word.


Fine.


I am here for Duke Ulder Ravengard. Show me the way!


Ohara, Umberlee sees <i>everything</i>.


A hundred years in the Shadowfell. A hundred years being murdered by Sharrans over and over. It fills me with a rage I can hardly contain.


Now, return to your books. We have a city to save, and an elder brain to master.


Whatever for? I rather like this new you.


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Let me work my magic, love.


Sniff<br>var 1


Falling


*Blood touches steel, and the sword reacts.*


Still, her grief was most potent. It will satiate me for a time.


Truly? But... you have <i>seen</i> my hamster, yes?


I offer you instruments which will aid in enacting your foul whims.


Mystra's forgiveness? If you want me to claim the Crown of Karsus, she'll hardly be in a forgiving mood after that.


And if it does? That does not mean you cannot dig your heels in a little.


Do not let your guard down - one misstep, and we're dead.


Not this again.


Ah, hello again! I must remember to tell my Cora how well attended this festival was.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


The power has dispersed. He was no god - hardly even an imitation.


*You want little more to rid yourself of the <i>ghaik</i> tadpole in your head.*


Master Illy calls me Shovel. Don't like it? Change it.


*He takes a hesitant step toward you, his beak chittering hungrily.*


Fog?!


I doubt I am the first githyanki to... to feel this way. But few would ever declare it.


For the record, you have a melancholy heart.


Come now. Did you you think I couldn't tell?


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


By the hells, is that... a lava elemental? <br>


What's that boat doing here?


Come here... please!<br>


What a vicious looking creature. I swear its eyes are following me.


Are you satisfied?


That smell - I recognise that vintage. Those Kobolds are three sheets to the wind.


Go on - lads were gathered near the windmill last I looked.


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


She's buried in the temple crypt. Passed only last year, poor thing.


Someone's defaced this Shar statue. Not sure what this is though.


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


*To the Flaming Fist: A bonus of 10 Silver on successful recruitment of friends or acquaintances to our ranks.*


Shut up. And you, keep walking.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


You can't kill her, Jaheira - she'll escape to Avernus sooner than you could snatch a blade.


Tread carefully now.


I can hardly wait.


Look, I just pack the papers. If you got a complaint - editor's inside.


*For the discerning musician and the sophisticated bard. We supply the tools, you make the music.*


Dolor!


You don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance, do you? A doctor? Surgeon? Uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?


*Your overtures are met with disdain - perhaps if you had a parasite swimming in your skull?*


Hmm, a pixie. Curious little thing.


But they didn't. I always thought it was a miracle that I survived, but I'm starting to wonder if there was more to it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


((*toe-prancer. Sovereign Spaw has sung your fate*))


Wyvern Whiskey, out of Waterdeep. Viconia picked up some refined tastes in all her travels.


A warded door. Better open it gently.


I heard about Duke Ravengard capture. If his soldiers are anything to go by, he is a man to admire and respect.


Fireplace isn't real. What's hidden behind it?


For the Sword Coast!


That should work.<br>


*You're free to go - this time. But next time, you won't be so lucky.*


It's too late for that, I'm afraid. My condition has shifted somehow - its hunger for the Weave can no longer be satisfied.


We're having fun. I would say 'try it, it won't kill you', but in your case I'm not sure.


Duke Ravengard? Need to get him out of there.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


The point? Oh, yes - thanks for the reminder.


I am here to watch your moment of triumph, my loathly Master.


Delicious...


I wonder if any of these rooms are available to rent?


But you have reminded us that when evil calls, we might stop our ears with virtuous cotton. <i>Haven't </i>they, Jaheira?


Hah. Perhaps that is why I have survived so long where more fearsome peers have not.


<i>Chk</i> - a splendid ruse. My anger is surpassed only by my respect.


This better be good.


A simple task.


*Here lies a nameless foundling<br>May he know peace at last*


... lost our... boat...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Dying Burning<br>v6


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Voco nubes!


A sovereign with no subjects. Glut won't be mourned.


Perhaps we should exercise a <i>touch</i> more caution in future.


Listen here.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Finally.


Her voice... Absolute... promised...


Attack<br>var 3


It would seem so.


Just try not to consume anything too expensive or powerful. You may need magic, but I need coin.


You keep such shrewd companions, Shadowheart. A shame you didn't learn from them. Seize her.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


I was - for a time.


There, there, sweetie. Uh... there, there...


Wyvern Whiskey, from Nimbral. Been dying to try the stuff. I thought you could only get this stuff in Waterdeep.


Don't - don't touch Crusher's boots. His boots are mine!


We should have raided a <i>town</i>.


Owlbear eggshells... an unhatched one would fetch quite a price...


Something tells me our little passengers won't be so easy to evict.


Falling<br>ver 1


Fireworks shop... Lower City... password is... 'I'm here to visit... Uncle Felogyr...'


A pile of old, dusty corpses. Lovely.


Shar had me do that, and I did. To cover my tracks. To usher you in.


Poxy pissered pervert!


Oh, but I do. I travelled with one such as you once. I didn't see it at first, but I do now: the galaxy of malice in your eyes.


You have shed the rarest of blood for your goddess, Shadowheart. I hope it was worth it to you.


This one's tryin' to poison us! Kill 'em!


My people would be honoured to join your camp tonight, if you'll have us. We're ready to go when you are.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Tsk. I was afraid of this.


Resisto ignem!


By all means.


The doll! That must be the source of Mayrina's curse - I should tread lightly.


Gone. The Hells have claimed their prize.


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


*Do you think yourself wise enough to be granted Shar's blessing?*


*Your fingers claw at the dirt, losing purchase. If only you had a tool for this.*


Mors certa!


You need a pick-me-up.


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


What the Hells...?


YES! GOOD - <i>MORE!</i>


Tremors. And nothing natural about them, I'd wager.


These guys are armed to the teeth. Why? What's down here?


So the tadpole allows us to influence others - how delightful.


Being able to afford things, probably.


What the hells is this place?


*'So it was that we were free from <i>ghaik</i> shackles and turned our blades on each other. The heavens were shattered, and one great empire was divided in two.'*


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


I will release you!


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Something good here, I hope.


We need out of here <i>yesterday</i>.


I don't like it, but if it comes to that, I suppose... we have it as an option.


Ignis!


An improvement.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Effort v7


<i>Chk</i> - it might have been your hand that struck Alfira. But it was this madness that guided it.


I'm only standing here now because I failed, to put it in rather blunt terms. Mystra is unlikely to let me try again. Yet, even in spite of that - I'm glad to have more time with you.


I can introduce you all, if you want?


Hold tight.


What would you have of me now, madam?


Invoco te!<br>v3


'Annihilate'.


Or perhaps not - sometimes I think conventional wisdom is too narrow about what someone can or cannot be. Stranger things have most certainly happened.


Get out, then. Wastin' my time like that.


Let's see what I can do about that.<br>


*You entered the Astral Prism. You attacked the one inside.*


We can't stem this tide of enemies. We must get to the brain!<br>


You do not fight alone.


You are worthy.


More of Orin's shape-shifting freaks. I'm sure Bhaal's making excellent use of them.


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


My ears are still ringing from that commotion in the harbour!<br>


Psst.


Soldiers... for the... Absolute...


I'm glad to see you're all right. The way here was anything but easy, eh?


A Selûnite amulet? Gale - you should get a look.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Ah. That... does not sound encouraging.


Tight fit. I barely got through.


*Rage slithers through him, hot and black. It squeezes you, suffocates you.*


Detono!


How I have longed for these familiar sounds and sights.


There is always a way out, my friends. Sometimes you just have to make one with your face.


There's an inscription on the ring. Looks like the same language as that book from earlier.


Now that's what I call an abdomen.


Thank you! But... the others...


Get some rest, Lae'zel - you'll need it.


Mors animae!<br>v2


One day, I'll catch a break.<br>


Perhaps, but what a fight. What a story!


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


You really are a fine collaborator.


And she cannot reward me if I hand the empire to the illithid thrall called Orpheus.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


I applaud your taste.<br>


These are the flowers Halsin mentioned, right?


*You recognise the tiny fiend - a quasit. Wicked creatures often used as familiars.*


Your plan was devious, your cruelty unparalleled. I would have followed it, were your mind not destroyed by your sister.


Get you moving.


Did you see who did it? Who they were with? Well, I have my suspicions...


Blessed silence at last. Some time in the cage should do her good.


Could you get out of the way, please? Can't imagine the likes of you cares about us serfs.


Stay strong, bear man. We're still here.


Morio!


We were kept hostage to control our families in the Steel Watch Foundry. To keep them building Gortash's death machines.


Do you hear that, sir? You're safe.


Ugh. That potion... did not go down well.


Dance upon the stars tonight. Smile and pain will fade away. Words of mine will change - no. Become - ugh.


Refreshing.


Doesn't work.


*Somewhere, in a corner of your heart, you suspect he might be dreaming of you, too.*


YOU WILL TAKE NOTHING! YOU WILL PAY! GOLD! GOLD! GOLD!


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


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


*It is another chapter in the tale of the githyanki prince called Orpheus.*


Devil's magic bristles within this pillar. A power not meant for mortal casters.


*On either side, your ranks start to buckle under the enemy onslaught. You unleash a battle cry and push back, rallying the troops.*


It's actually... quite a story. One I'd love to take a little time to share with you. Perhaps I could visit your camp later - a drink and a fire might help the tale.


Eh, there's always work for a guard. You?


A githyanki egg? What a <i>fortuitous</i> turn of events. I've been attempting to get my hands on one for some time now.


You adore piles of bodies, Master. They have always been your favourite.


Now that's as serious as serious gets. Our past defines us, petal. Without it - why, we could be anyone!


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


Tools and a climbing rope. This must have been that gnome's escape route.


For the fallen!<br>


A third disc with those strange markings? More githyanki tales, I hope.


All right, let's go. This place stinks of rat blood and despair.


Indeed. The trip took my breath away.


The wife was none too pleased and introduced him to a pot of boiling oil.


Tadpole's lashing around like a whip.


What do I have to lose?


I ain't surprised. Tell you wot.


I am not going inside a - a -


Oak Father, I pray this path is right.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


You understand nothing of duty, nor sacrifice.


Can't attack what can't be seen.


Dying Burning


Now to Moonrise, pet. And do mind the shadows - they've been especially hungry.


I know this key - it's identical to the one held by that corpse in the tunnels.


I'm not helpless. Once I came to, I set out to find some means of surviving: supplies, shelter... and a healer, of course.


A vampire in our midst this whole time. Of course.


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


Falling<br>Var 2


Damned chains! I've almost got it.<br>


What are you going to do - check under my skirt for any stray chickens?


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Look sharp, feck-shites. We're headin' out on a raid.


By doom and dusk, I strike thy name from the archives! Rise!


A little help!


GruntAngry<br>var 2


I will miss this warm flesh, mind you.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


You louse, you mite!


'Take on the Apostle's form'? What in the hells is Ketheric planning?


Sorry, I've already got a best friend.


I need time to cage the Nightsong - kindly give me some.


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


No.


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


I think that's it - we've found all of him. Time to show the Ringmaster.<br>


That is not for you to question.


Well, I'm not here to grovel so piss off.


*Unlike his elder, the younger halfling - Phos - is stone cold sober. But for some reason, he's feigning drunkenness.*


<i>Let us begin. Together as one.</i>


No offence meant, of course - I know cold feet comes with the scales.


Now... she could punch out a dragon!


A big UGLY baby!


Mastery in all things.


Think you ought to be somewhere else, don't you?


So, we've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


I know. I just wish Mol was here.


I'm going to be merciful and pretend I didn't hear that tone.


Our Lady's light go with you.


Someone's rigged this place to the teeth.


Inexpugnabilis!


A friend in deed.


*Yet what of your lover? Would Lady Shar approve of <i>that </i>distraction? Perhaps you can earn the right to share your heart, if you excel in all other areas of service.*


I don't think it has. I think... I think it's truly worked for the first time.


But first, let's make these bastards bleed.


Oh, look at this place! Gale would be salivating.


These flowers - they're creating anti-magic fields!


It doesn't matter anyway. Whatever the bastard wrote, it won't change anything he did to me.


Perhaps. But that's certainly a fight I won't soon forget.


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


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


((*Sovereign. they have come. they are here*))


Perhaps we're better off without magic this time?


<i>You are.</i> And we'll never forget it - never ever.


How long have I been here? Gods, my husband will be so worried.


Wait, I - I had your pin. But I th-think I... lost it.


Nemesis.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Let's see what's to be had.


Interesting. This could be help or hindrance - we shall have to see.


Yes! Now we're talking.


Listen, you!


<i>Even if my original body remained intact after I transformed, I would not return to it. Doing so would only impose limitations. </i>


To die destroying a great and grotesque brain - I think this might well be my destiny<i>.</i>


Perhaps I'm equally foolish, to have believed he cared for me, and not the contents of my coffers.


*The goblin's nostrils flare, as if trying to judge you through smell alone...*


That's putting it mildly.


Scram! And whatever you do, don't go get your friends!


Such a mess. What happened here, I can't fathom.


I will hold them off for as long as I can, but sooner or later I will be worn down.


Wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


Wait, what of the others? What are you going to do with the ones we brought here?


*You hoped it was your good looks inviting attention. Sadly, it was your attempt to disarm that trap. Better leave it alone.*


Looks like we got ourselves another brave one. Lads! You know what to do.


If you have gold, we have everything you crave.


Stop that - <i>now!</i>


I hate it. This is awful.


Ah, Sorcerous Sundries. Gale would be giddy as a wizard in a magic shop.


The best you'll find in Baldur's Gate. <i>Certainly</i> better than any dreck you'll pick up in Wyrm's Crossing.


Hold up - this one has special dispensation.


Let's.


A fancy feller called Three-Piece wants to place Korson as a cleaner in the Counting House. But I don't trust him.


Such theft must be punished, but exile? Are you certain you did not crack a few skulls into the bargain?


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


Offal, sister. Meat that doesn't yet know it is dead.


Bold of you. Stupid, but bold.


He's trying to corrupt you with lies - we need to get rid of him.


Thou necrotic stump!


Butchery. This is not the work of a trained warrior.


And deprive them of the pleasure of hearing my nocturnal postulations? I'd never be so cruel.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Heh - he's got you there, Spoon.


The <i>kith'raki</i> have spread word of that artefact that you carry.


Off! And by just the width of your whiskers, Boo.


I am Bane, The Black Lord. I am the Ultimate Tyrant. I am Fear, I am Hate.


... it's gone? You damned <i>rat. </i>I knew I couldn't trust you!


I saw her - she slipped into camp in the form of a woman and shifted into this... <i>abomination. </i>


Go away now. Your delicious scent makes me crave <i>your</i> morsels, but it would be rude to bite you.


...A very formal greeting, Geraldus. You are well?


And they went on to kill the undying General Thorm, if the rumours are true.


Hm. Nice.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Very well. There are many ways to serve Lady Shar - the cloister can wait. And who is to say what useful secrets I might stumble upon with a travelling companion such as yourself?


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Seems I've done <i>something</i>, but not enough.


What in the howling hells...?


I trust that you will do everything you can to free the duke. But in case you don't find a way, I'll be heading to Baldur's Gate to seek reinforcements.


Something about that blade seems familiar...


What have I <i>done? </i>They'll kill my wife because of this. You! You made me do this!


Easy.


Got to help.


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


By the hells, is that... a lava elemental? <br>


So you're the lickspittle who crushed the Bone Lord's thrall.


I'm no stranger to the infernal. Better to slay a devil before her fires burn common folk to ash.


*For too long, you thought the only family you had was the one Shar forced upon you. But now you know the truth. Now you can reconnect, and heal - together.*


I don't feel too good. What did that druid scratch me with?


For the best, I guess.


*A curious, ornate box. Its many sides are engraved with indecipherable glyphs.*


On my way.


Now please, I need to prepare - all must be perfect for the master when he ascends.


Netherese? These Chosen are powerful indeed to have such magic in their command.


We all die. But life's still worth the living. Otherwise, what's the point of it?


No... this isn't right...


This should help.<br>


Fulgur!


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


Who cares about some pig? It's dead - let's go.


Fist these days cannae take a piss without a Steel Watcher helpin' them aim. It's pathetic.


Once ate a dwarf, armour and all. Took me a whole tenday to pass him.


You're unlike the Mother Superior, then.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Those bloody crooks at the docks are charging triple, though. 'Danger money'. It's a joke!


We'll be the ones squealing if we piss off the bear-hugger.


Them - them monsters were humans before. I saw it!


What...? Wait!


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


*This crevice is empty, save a bit of dust.*


Don't bleed out on me.


Planting explosives in children's toys? That's low, Arfu.<br>


We had eyes on suspected cultists in the city, like you asked. We thought we were tracking them, but...


Perhaps.


VO_SFX : Spit


It's a surprise.


We'd make better strangers.


Don't linger.


The hells is Jatlo roaring about?


Breathe deep, and move.


<i>I can feel the brain - and not to be obvious, but it's hungry for power.</i>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


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


So, what was it like? Tell me everything.


<i>The outsider did me a favour. The duergar were trouble from the start.</i>


Thank you, magic!


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


I've heard word from Crèche Y'llek. You are infected - yet the one in the Prism has chosen you, protects you with their power.


Much like last night's roast chicken. *Burp.* Gods, bugger off, will you? I need a nap - and some wine.


It's when you use words like 'agog' that I remember you're actually two centuries old.


Turns out his little relic was in a temple of Shar, beneath an army of goblins. Would never have taken my people in if I'd known.


Tenebra!


Hope the bard tastes better than he sings!


Get off that! Nasty <i>ranga.</i>


This must have belonged to Lenore's dog. Definitely magical, too.


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


I should retrieve the amulet - the monk's spirit should be here when I open Shirra's tomb.


I am the shadows.


Won't know what hit 'em.


I don't have time for this. We can't seal up without him.


Spiders are Lolth's creatures - as was I. Her cult controlled me just as the Absolute did. Not a pleasant memory at all.


We should hurry to the Inquisitor.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.<br>


Time to kill the hag - permanently.


Oh, shit. A <i>mind flayer</i>?


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


<i>Hshar'lak</i>. I will enjoy this.


Your presence here is unauthorised, citizen.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Voco nubes!


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


We'll beat the fight out of it, and make it one of our own.


Caeco te!<br>v3


The Blade of Avernus. How marvellous - it rolls right off the tongue.


Quite so. Now if you'll excuse me.


We would not have survived any of this without him. May he find peace.


That conniving little <i>shit</i>.


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


So have I, when my cup runs dry. Let me pour you some sympathy.


Hm. Right. Well, welcome to the Sword Coast.


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


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Hmm - only one serving for me, I guess.


What in the Hells was that?


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Autonomy begets consequence.


Well deserved, though.


I will keep it from consuming you. But for the sake of both of us, you must learn to <i>wield</i> it.


Get me out of 'ere and I'll tell you where to find 'er. Deal?


*Not everyone subscribes to 'what is mine is yours', it seems.*


And she has such a way with words.


Can't be far now.


Thought we'd get something steady here, but no coin is worth it - not with the Absolute breathing down our necks.


Fronti nulla fides!


No distractions, please.


Subject... new subject required...


Cresceat scientia!


Fair, you've done more than your share - I can take it from here.


I hope he'll come to see that.


<i>Common</i>, ye turnip.


Pathetic. Your blood betrays you, <i>iblith</i>, and I will spill every drop.


Frange!


Much obliged, worms-for-brains.


I have legions of souls to feed on.


I'm your only old friend, Mr Dekarios. We both know that much.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


What are those?


Do I have to drag you out of there by the horns?


Dying Burning<br>v3


The curse spreads. Not even nature's devotees are safe.


I'm so embarrassed. I - I'm sorry. We must have caught them riding on the ox cart.


Hang on!


*Though this city is not your home, this man's infamy is known to you, and his presence sparks dread in the pit of your stomach.*


Then my pact, the loss of my eternal soul... it was all for nothing.


Look at them all... enough to infect an entire army.


I hope we understand each other. Now, go.


*Though the item was enough to quell the orb's complaints, it remains disturbed, disjointed. It will not be appeased by such fare much longer.*


<i>Tsk. </i>Those souls lack imagination.


Voss, Knight Supreme. The queen's silver, the queen's sword.


Let this be a warning. Orin is the spark in a powderkeg. We make an alliance - or the city is made ash.


Ugh. It is difficult for <i>Minsc</i> to think of, too. Let us speak no more of it.


I thought things would feel different when he was gone. That I'd be revelling in my freedom.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Fine, I'll help.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


The city has faced countless threats. But Ravengard knew it could not survive the Absolute's slaughter.


You do not fear they will retaliate?


Yes. This is what I was taught. <i>Vlaakith'ka sivim... </i>no. The chant rings hollow.


I need to think.


Fresh, tasty fish straight from the Wavemother's bosom!


No skin off <i>my</i> arse. Just remember you 'ad the chance to be part o' something grand - and you walked away.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Was anything I was taught about Selûne true...?


I've bags packed for myself and the kids, ready by the door. You should do the same.


Vanished again. Damn.


Yes.


<i>This</i> magic is the very antithesis of all the Weave stands for, a magic of confusion and corruption, drawn forth only by those desperate or damned enough to accept its degradations.


What's inside?


That can't be. It wasn't - it <i>couldn't </i>have been. I only wished to prove myself worthy. I had no idea...


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


The question is: where will it take us?<br>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Looks like an army marched through here.


<i>The problem was not the stones, the problem was you.</i>


No. It's messing with your brain. You're seeing things - probably hearing voices too, yeah?


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Halsin? Halsin!<br>


Eiecto te!<br>v2


If we turn our backs on evil like you, then my tribe is not worth saving.


*She studies you for a moment before twitching her ears. Compromise.*


Here you go.


Combat Vocals - Weak
aghhmmhh...
v4


Attack<br>var 4


What is this?


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


You better not harm a damned hair on her head.


Do not be fooled by their appearance. The Watchers are forged and cast like machines, but they are a hivemind like any other.


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


... oh, damnation. My friend, Thale - what... what happened?


Gustas dulcis!


I will gather my warband, and reach the grove by next light.


Virtus et scientia!


Let's make the most of this.


Or perhaps 'Don't count your adventurers before they survive a arduous, danger-filled journey'?


Oh. Then for your purposes, they are exactly the same.


I was always more of a 'lurker in', historically.


We could do it, you know. We could rule the world.


How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.


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


So, tell us - who are you? Someone worthy of redemption or the monster the world believes you to be?


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


This might be cheating, but have you seen any treasure?


<i>Pleaaaaasssse </i>go and get our ball, Conall. I want to play.


I sense your resolve falters, so allow me to provide some encouragement: we are not going to lose, and I am going to get that crown.


That disc is moving - might be useful to navigate this place.


After everything that happened - with my parents, with Shar - I didn't think I was owed any happiness. I did things. Things that fill me with shame now.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


Lapis root? Saffa? Rare to see these so far north.


Let's see what I can do about that.<br>


Bugger.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Ugh - it won't budge!


I don't think I'll ever be able to go home. Not like this.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Where did he go...?


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Barely. Many of us weren't so lucky. We were ambushed by cultists. Those of us who didn't fall in the fight were dragged off - a few of us fled and made it here.


Falling<br>ver 1


Sniff<br>var 1


Whoever holds my father is my target. I'll head west and find them - trust me to see it through.


I just think we should be careful what we say in public, is all.


Pah! Wulbren's a... parochial sort. The mere sight of you would knock him out cold.


May your fires burn everywhere!


Someone's marked a spot at the base of Moonrise Towers. Worth a look.


Can it be? I believe that's the same ship that was docked at Moonrise Towers. <br>


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Sounds more like a challenge than advice. Keep an eye on your pack.


Drunk <br>V4


Dying Burning<br>v5


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


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


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


Never seen a gem like this - bet it's a fake.


I wouldn't go that far. But her focus is on stopping the cult, and I suspect she'd sacrifice anyone to achieve that.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


Hells!


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Let's see what I can pilfer.


More likely you gave <i>them</i> fleas, you filthy bugger.


We have time - the runaway is still missing, after all. Nothing happens until he's found.


Thought as much.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Might be other survivors.


I don't like repeating myself.


<i>My colleagues here are grateful you came to my rescue. Though I regret that my investigations ended in such failure.</i>


Not <i>the</i> matter, but there is <i>a </i>matter I wanted to speak to you about.


*Several glassy stones stand out in the debris. Their borders are coated with tiny yellow crystals.*


Rise. I, Lord Enver Gortash, Chosen of Bane, command you.


Let's have a look.


With the state of these bodies, not even a priest could help them now.


Thou quivering plague rat!


*'Detour'*


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Now come, be witness as I make history as the first Archduke of Baldur's Gate.


You know the captain won't wait for you, right?


Better than the others, but not well enough to risk my neck for him.


Thankfully, he preserved his guts heroically.


Canto te!<br>v2


Over here!


Another scrying eye. Best to keep my distance.


Still sealed, thank the gods!


<i>City Watch - into position!</i>


Why do these fish-folk walk on land? Feast not on their flesh, Boo - their brains are obviously spoiled.


*She meets your eye, and the fear there hardens into rage. She gathers herself.*


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


There's an inscription on the ring. Looks like the same language as that book from earlier.


What creatures live in waters this dark?


...I just need to get some air. Clear my head.


Damn thing is jammed shut. Won't turn like this.<br>


Hells. I think I woke something up.


My head's been in a fog for days. This morning, it cleared away.


Time to get this thing fired up.


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


Well <i>that's</i> a sight I can never un-see.


Aw, was that Gale's granddad?


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


Thank Mystra for that. Can't say I was enamored with the thought of spending my final moments buried under a thousand tonnes of limestone.


Poor creature - so sad, so sick.


<i>Tuuch! Tuuch! Tuuch!</i>


Where do you think you're going?


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


WHY YOU HERE, HUH? Stupid customers. Stupid 'hygiene code'. STUPID JOB.


Blast it all - a dead end. There must be another way out.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Tsk, Minthara. A good little servant does not sulk.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


There's powerful magic in these boots. No doubt Gale will be interested.


Don't make a fuss, Selûnite - we may be at odds, but I have more important concerns than you right now.


*...Meow.*


The inking is rough - a work in progress, surely.


Hurry hurry hurry!


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


Oh, I will.


If you don't know what's right, just let the grown-ups talk. Because I <i>know</i> your friend will make the smart choice.


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


I have seen many a gruesome death, but even I can't fathom some of the horrors inflicted in this supposed 'House of Healing'.


Weapons ready.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Gorran here can't tell a fake painting from a real one. And he'd rather die than admit it.


No, but I know you. I was told to keep watch for you and point you towards home, should you ever appear.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


You festering bubo!


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


MAAAAAAY.


Just think of it... the power of the gods in mortal hands at last. We'd be free of doctrine and dogma, confined only by the limits of our imaginations.


Ha. Haha. <b>Hahahahahaha!</b>


They got the bad man, mum, so we're safe now. You don't have to worry about me. I'll be okay.


Oh, fancy.


Here goes nothing.<br>


No. It doesn't matter. I wouldn't trust your kind if a truth spell was stitched into your tongue.


If I could cast Wish right now, you'd be an ant forever.


You little scoundrel, you.


The elf is sailing away, leaving a dragon looking over Baldur's Gate. Do the histories make mention of it?


Please, my lady... forgive me...


What in the... oh, that can't be good.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


What's this? A snug little spot for that mould, I think.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Corruptus!


Come now, tusks-for-brains! Doesn't this make you <i>angry?</i>


Please, do enlighten me. What is this 'tradition'?


Stop that - gerrout of my head!


I can't. Lady Shar needs me. Her children need someone to lead them - my place is with them.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


How grateful I am that yours shone so brightly.


<i>Just like the tadpoles you've already encountered.</i>


Wyll sacrificed his own father... a hard choice, but not one that is unknown in nature. At times, a seedling must strangle the very tree that bore it, if it is to survive.


That depends on the fishfolk, don't it? But plenty to go around.


Heh.


Non movere!<br>v2


A bunch of gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Watching gods, what is the boy-wizard doing out here.


You answered me wisely. Off with you, then.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


<i>Fuck no I'm not. I've suffered enough for five Karlachs - and I've had enough.</i>


I remember this shape...


Resisto mortem!


This grave is a mess - probably an animal's doing.