Have you quite forgotten what and who we are, kin?


At your word.


Easy, now.


History, power, corruption - all gone. The ground blessed with blood in honour of a new god.


That's it - play along. The closer you can get to the General, the closer you'll be to the answers you seek.


Want, need, deserve... Choose whatever word you prefer, but it is what I'm going to do.


It's not talking enough for my liking.


They won't be needing this place again.


If I'm wrong about you, prove it. Lay down your weapon, and I will too.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


Aye? Back already?


Kneel at the altar. <i>Now.</i>


Have you gotten there before?


Broken... fake... broken... fake...


Kled isn't scared no more. Kled feels... happy.


Corruptus!


I ain't toasting to nothing. Half my people are captured or dead.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Spoken like the wizard you were meant to be.


A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it.


The dragon's magnificence is somewhat marred by the company it keeps. An elf.


Out of the Underdark and into the marshes - but still standing on this middling rock.


Effort v5


It was so big but... it died so easy.


<i>Girtar'rac neh toruun </i>- 'One theft consumes all'. Protocol four-hundred-two.


That doesn't look good.<br>


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


*Please wait here. A staff member will retrieve your items.*


Once Ketheric is dealt with... then. Then we shall speak of this.


The master ain't gone. The master can't be gone!


Your 'present condition' is that you're the one I love. And your current form is merely a reflection of the depths of your sacrifice. It only makes me love you more.


Ha ha ha ha ha!


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


You have upended nature's balance. Only your death can restore it.


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


I see the Hells spit out another tragic little tiefling.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


This darkness is suffocating. I - I can barely catch my breath. We need light...


You don't scare us!


*You think on the day. The sunshine. Being alive - more or less.*


Malleus!


The only patch of wilderness this city permits me. There ought to be supplies here to aid us.


At least you are honest.


Ah, so I see. Are we expecting anyone, Cora?


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


*A calm settles over you. The elder brain is a menace - but with the Blade of Frontiers at your side, you know you can triumph.*


Omnia mutantur!


Bet these eagle corpses'll scare any more of the big-wing bastards away.


You've given him some respite, but when he wakes, it will return. It always does.


Stay low and out of the light.<br>


You're just as mean as the rest of 'em.


What did you bring for me?


*Hot envy swirls within. Your guts will you to author such cosmic tragedies as she has.*


Good. Turn towards the wall.


Careful now. Last thing we want to do is call forth Raphael's ugly mug before we need to.<br>


Githyanki! I must speak with them - a crèche must be near.


*His voice is filled with determination as he prepares to flee - thankful to have found you, a friend.*


<i>The Crown, up ahead - time to cast the spell again, and break its will.</i>


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


Tendays of dissections of a still-living victim.


Poor thing. She fought as hard as she could.


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Head inside, now.


Nothin' beats the taste of stolen beer.


Pigeon remains. Who knew a single bird could make such a mess?


... lost workshop... of Silouv Yali... finest weapons... in all creation...


Indeed we did. I discovered all there is to know about those scars of yours - it's a rather grim tale, even for my tastes.


You won't be waiting long.


*With a start, a moment floods back - the gaping knife-hole in your brain seems to have briefly knitted together.*


You need to return to Avernus. Look for a cure, fight on - whatever it takes. Just don't give up.


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


Vocals - Movement
Hum, meancing snicker, sniffing
v4


Attack


I assure you, it's identical to the original down to the finest brush stroke. A fine piece to hang on the wall of anyone you decide to sell it to.


That was invigorating. There's nothing like a good killing to loosen up the joints.


But what is this nonsense about a 'hot hammer'? Mad ravings, surely.


Onward.<br>


You will die here - the Absolute wills it so!


But we swore no vows. She won't tell us where to find Minsc, someone else in her Guildhall<i> will</i>. We need to be swift.


<i>Ohara!</i> She'll hear you.


There's more, but - but I don't know how to say it. I don't know what to call it. I just know whatever comes next, I want you near.


*The maiming twitches consume you. You cannot talk.*


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Better to have on hand than not.


Mors animae!<br>v3


All right. What now?


I can't believe Wulbren's gone. Reviving the Ironhands, returning to Baldur's Gate - it all rested on him.


A moment of respite, perhaps.


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on my kin nearby.<br>


Dying


*His body, once so powerful over you, is lithe and light as a feather when you lift it.*


<i>Oloth plynn dos!</i>


*You still do not know the full extent of the scars that you left, but you will heal them, one by one.*


Stone Lord was a fraud, but at least our guildmaster's the real thing.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Heretic idolatry everywhere... surely there can't be a temple of Shar here.


Effort v8


That's an unusual artefact you have there, Shadowheart. A most unlikely protector...


Bring me his stone, and I will set the bait free. Only then can the duel begin - my blood kin and I will create exquisite carnage. The victor will set the world to slaughter.


*You see an altar dedicated to Mystra.*


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


<i>Im orak ne tay. Krasin ne trah!</i>


I have been expecting you. The goblins tell me that you forced a confession from our prisoner.


Been a long day for all of us, so don't try nothin' funny.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


Volunteering, are you? Well we ain't getting paid to flirt. Might not get paid at all, with this mess.


The Gondians are people, no different to you or I. Don't harm them.


Attack Critical<br>var3


I can't read bloody minds. Go on - before someone sees.


Well, Lord Vampire? Was it everything you hoped?


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


<i>What are you doing? We cannot defeat the brain without that stone. </i>


Myconids. That explains the voices.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


You did it! You squished Ketheric! I knew you could do it - even if Mol said you couldn't.


Do not worry, my friend.


There is great potential within you. It comes from that parasite. Your instinct is to resist the power it gives, but you must accept it, nurture it.


Ho! How desperate is the cur, to make an ally of a dwarf <i>hoon</i>?


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


There's no need for any of that. Come on, stand up.


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Enough talk, girl. The sooner we finish this, the sooner your blood can be sluiced off Lady Shar's sacred Grotto.


First <i>ghaik</i>. Now this monstrosity.


Clausus!


Strike me and die - a failed warrior forgotten by our people.


Bones. Rusted weapons. A great battle was fought here.


Time for a word.


I should be concentrating on the enemy.


Let every enemy of nature fall.


*Whether the stories were true or fabrications, it matters no longer. Orpheus is fallen.*


Seems simple enough.


Only that it was him and a few of his closest friends. Said he couldn't wait to introduce me to them - how often does a man say <i>that</i> to a girl he's only met once?


Need something else?


He wore the face of Dribbles, but the scent of a stranger. He taunted me, waving bloodied rags under my nose. My mind was worn from the hunger.


What's inside?


Gods - all we wanted was a nice dockside walk, not an unscheduled menagerie visit.


You chose. Die with them.


Your spiced tea is <i>life-changing</i>. And I can bake up almond cakes twenty at a time!


So your mysterious artefact, tamer of parasites - is only another parasite itself.


Attack<br>var 2


A spot of healing will help.


It's all right, children. They didn't mean it.


Hoots - order up. Another tankard for the Fist!


<i>Orin's Netherstone is in our grasp, and now we must look ahead to the other - Gortash. </i>


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


Ludus non factum est!


I wonder... Could I make a pact to rid myself of you?


The longer we stay here, the closer we come to reaching the same fate.


Effort v10


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


All right, but <i>why</i>? Her music wasn't that bad, surely?


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


I saw you lay out a maw demon in two hits! Bam, bam! We were all like 'whoa'.


The Chosen of Myrkul is dead - permanently, this time.


Nice sword. Jaunty hat. Karlach like.


Still blocked - but should be easy enough to clear.


The machine - it's going to blow!


I am loathe to admit it, but if we can pacify Minsc he may be a worthy companion.


Let's see what my touch can do.<br>


Not much of poor Dribbles left to gather, I'd wager.


Treasure, treasure, everywhere...


He's dead, we're not. I'm sorry, but we've got to move. NOW.


I never wanted to serve Zariel. I was enlisted in her army against my will. Forced to fight, and fight I did.


Yeah! In the <i>city.</i>


Please, we need to see to my father.


PainOpen<br>var 1


It is well that Boo's innocent ears still ring from all this shouting.


False. Report your purpose, Steel Watcher. Why are you following these citizens unbidden?


I sense magic. This book's not what it appears.


These aren't the remains of some skirmish - whole armies clashed here once.


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


This forge again. That drow wizard's notes mentioned some kind of guardian.


I will tear the beating heart from your chest.


Gortash. The Little Lord of Darkness. I know him well, yes yes and he knows me. Knows how my blades sculpt and carve this city.


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


That valve is stuck.


*You peer inside the lantern to find the pixie has vanished without a trace.*


Nice hat. Decent sword. Looks like someone's epic adventure took a turn for the worse.


The grove is lost to me. To everyone. It's useless for me to stay here... there's nothing left to fight for.


Uh... blood and rust. Someone stole the damn ring!


Shame for you though, I'm out of stock for today. Come back tomorrow. I'm sure there'll be some other awful story to whet your eyeballs with!


Prepare yourself - our arsenal will be yours to command.


Maybe someone was cheating at cards, maybe it was some weird lovers' quarrel.


All those people you saved... most of them will never know what you did. But you know, and so do I. I'll never forget.


Proper adventurer - must be exciting.


Victory v3


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Absolute will bless you for that. Ain't no denyin'.


I should've died with them.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


<i>No! It is too great a risk. The wizard has a history of being vulnerable to the temptations of power. </i>


Nervous? I've an inkling you've reason to be.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


My apologies, your eminentness, but the Devil's Fee is closed for business.


Effort v5


Then you lose.


*Vellioth's third lesson is to act not in haste. A near immortal has time to plan, time to act only when others will pay the price of action.*


Do you know where we're going? What kind of inn is it? Will there be feather-beds?


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


<i>You showed great promise, but no more. When the darkness finally comes for you again, it will not be my welcoming embrace - it will be a hungry maw, then nothing. Farewell.</i>


Without leaders, those goblins present little threat to the Grove. Silvanus has blessed us.


*May Winfield. Mother of twelve, wife of one. Beloved by all.*


*The corpse is saturated with darkness, flesh and bone corrupted by a dense concentration of Shadow Weave. Sharran magic, summoned from beyond the Weave's boundaries. Beyond Mystra's control.*


That weird... <i>something</i>. I dunno - it's like a tingle in my spine I can't shake.


Legitimate salvage.


I can read <i>ghaik</i> script. Is this the tadpole's doing?


Come on then.


I told you that I wish to acquire keys to the Counting House vaults. I suspect that what you seek might<i> also </i>be found down there.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


*Inside there are no pages, only a swirling mass of blackest Weave that pounces.*


Lazy pup! Must I fetch it myself?


This soul awaits thy command.


Orin relished tormenting this poor soul.


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


Enough. Away with you.


So that's why your blood tasted so foul - this magic you're harbouring.


This is the Dark Lady's domain - <i>he </i>does not belong here.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


I'm listening. What did he say?


*The symbols dart beneath your eyes, warping and twisting. Your head throbs, but you almost understand.*


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


All these implements, just to elicit screams? The Sharrans treat torture like an art.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


You can crack rocks with your kind - or I can crack you.


You damn fool.


Can't sleep, so I might as well hammer. Need anything?<br>


We get along quite well, I think.


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


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


After... after everything? Everything you said? Everything <i>I</i> said? You...


*The next words that spill from your mouth are not yours, but the wyrm's.*


I'd say your training days are behind you, <i>ra'stil</i>. Leave it to the hatchlings.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Don't mind if I do.


Giant mushrooms? I've never seen anything like them.


Take it down a notch - we managed to stop it, didn't we?


Confiscated.


Can't risk being in open view.<br>


Her kind have hidden among us since the first darkness - and their knowledge is matched only by their spite.


Long ride down. Is this... the Underdark?


I dreamt every night that you'd come back to me. That somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo.


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


Need? Nonono, I do not need. You are made of nothing, meaningless flesh and bone. I do not need. I <i>offer.</i>


Then they soon know the sting of my venom.


As it was, so it is again.


The devil's den is every bit as gaudy as I would have imagined.


*Your rage echoes throughout the darkness - and it makes a connection. Something <i>notices</i> you.*


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' That's a <i>lot</i> of missing pets.


So glad to see you safely arrived, madam. We haven't found the weapon yet, but it's good to be among allies. Even if they're a bit... unusual.


It's not for the master, it's for me. I want a beating heart there, ready for me when the Mass is complete and we're finally granted our freedom.


We're bruised, battered... but we're together again. You damn well brought them <i>back.</i>


Ira!


Now that's not good.


There must be one helpful soul in this desolate wasteland.


It's sparse thanks for what you've done for us - and I'm afraid I have more yet to ask.


-fools-- -released--
 -usefulness--
 -ENDED-- -targeted--
 -KILLED!--
 -death-- -UNAVOIDABLE--


Close that mouth, precious. Lest you swallow a fly.


VO_SFX : Downed v2


Better be cautious.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


It can't have been easy, for Wyll to resign himself to the pact. But I'm glad he chose his father.


And if you do, I'll call the guards. Who do you think they'll side with? The dog is <i>my</i> property.


PainPretend<br>var 2


This must be the last step. I need to pray. Only by Lady Shar's grace did we even make it this far.


Willing and able.


*Note to self - restock Ten Towns taffeta, and find an additional leather supplier. Incoming war = increased Flaming Fist orders.*


Keep pestering me and I'll fetch the guards. Surprised they've let you walk free, they <i>must</i> have read the Baldur's Mouth too.


A casting mould. Could put this to use at the forge.


We owe Gronch a lot, Neal.


*The slightest of breezes slips through your skull.*


Won't budge.


It pleases you, to hold him? And you have truly cleansed yourself of Shar?


Lady Shar... what will she do to me...?


But they were. And I'm here now. I'm safe.


<i>You or your allies - it has vitality enough for all of you.</i>


It's not just Scratch. She's always hurting the dogs.


That's the symbol of the Absolute. Marked in blood.


Never thought I'd see the day Jaheira shows mercy to a True Soul. Or - whatever it is you are.


Can you read what's on my damned back? Please.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


You made it out of the sewers, I see. Cool your heels a moment, and let's talk.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Can't leave you in the lurch.


I suppose few enough can. It's not exactly a common affliction.


I'd love to know the full story.


Dying


Go, then. Lady Shar's blessings can be for me alone.


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


I... I suppose that after all you've done for me, I should be at least a little bit forthcoming.


It's not as fun when no one brings it back.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Recovered


Meenlocks! Their eyes are sensitive - light or fire is my friend.


Do what I say. Prostrate yourself before me. For if you do not, your suffering will be worse.


Effort v12


They say madness and genius are separated by but a hair's breadth. Perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Ah, sure, a bitta drink never killed anyone.


I am her child no more. I have been born anew in Gith's son, our saviour.


This disappearing act is starting to get irksome.


Gods, another one in a crumpled heap! Who will protect us now?


That portrait exudes a dark energy. And it's hideous to look at as well.


I've got something special for you.


That doesn't make sense. <i>Why </i>would this dwarf kill Father Lorgan? I need something more than vague allegations.


Resarcio!


All of them. The traps and the monsters and the humongous balls of fire.


True enough. The gods can be loathe to tread on one another's toes, claws, wings and so forth. But they think little of controlling mortals.


Gods, I'm terrible at this. Trying to have a first date, but I feel like I've known you all my life.


Nigh on thirteen centuries old and he still thinks with his stomach. We'd best follow, and see if he's more disposed to speak plainly once it's stopped its grumbling.


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


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


Right then - lead on.


*But if any of the bearers of the scar die before the ritual begins, he will lose his chance to perform the Rite himself.*


And cede more ground to the Stone Lord? You're not suggesting I yield a single inch of the city - <i>my</i> city - to this cult?


*The Weave connects you. The moment feels intimate.*


Come, laggards. There is still enough to be done this day.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


And look at that statue.


There is a place. 'Sorcerous Sundries'. It is the closest to a necromantic emporium this city has to offer.


We are unfortunate bunkmates, as she refuses to leave <i>your </i>estate!


Only your actions can determine your reward... or punishment.


Nearly out - just a bit further!


Perhaps now we can let Father Lorgan's memory rest, and honour his wishes. To keep the faith.


Yeah, yeah, one crisis at a time, hm?


True, infernal creatures can be fickle. Let's hope he gets bored.


Precisely. The foe he spares may be the one to rise up and tear out your gullet.


I know who you are and I know who you serve. Zariel's lickspittle, gladiator in the archdevil's army.


I suspect you plucked something precious from the <i>ghaik</i> ship. Something our queen has been looking for.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


It is high time we changed things around here. We were growing complacent.


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Plenty, but I'll bend Jaheira's pointy old ears when all of this is done. She'll owe me a whole cask of drinks by then.


And you know what they say - the bigger the story, <i>the more people want to kill you for it</i>.


Why are all the buildings on this plane so broken? What do they do with them?


Wait yer turn if you wanna get the mark.


You do not even <i>try</i> to dodge. So fearless.


Is that a problem?


Closed Mouth Effort v11


<i>You play the fool, and you play it poorly. You know something. </i>


Et alibi!


Who's the stubborn one now?


Magic, then - simple magic, no doubt.


The monsters of my play-fights were strong, vicious. Trolls with hulking muscles, werewolves with sharpened fangs.


To each their own.


Don't be smart with me.


Join me. The Absolute demands blood.


*Your lack of wealth might make bribing this individual rather difficult.*


Oh and you'll need this pass - it'll give you access to the Lower City.


Queen Vlaakith - <i>tsk'va!</i>


Don't give me that squinty side-eye like all these paranoid Guildies.


Not the message one hopes to receive from a past lover. But her first love was always the Weave. At best, I was a close second.


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


Though I may call you ally, I do not need your blessing to fulfil my duty.


Hold on, I'm coming.<br>


A new kind of being walks among us. One with <i>teeth</i>.


*You speak, but you are not listened to. This will be decided one way: violently.*


Get out. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!


Yes.


It was everything. I'll never forget it.


A bit of patience is all I ask.


Listen to me. Whatever this lunacy, defy it - or you will answer to my blade.


Mors tua, vita mea!


One meant to seal us in. Meant to seal them out. Blasphemous. The Treefather must see what's happening in his holy grove.


*Yet even within reverie, the figure's final words penetrate as a silver sword into illithid flesh:*


Looks like the place the Dark Justiciar's letter mentioned. But where's the stash?


Please, <i>ch'r'ai</i>, I can explain...


Voco flagella!<br>v3


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


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


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


We release people of the suffering in their hearts: melancholy, anger, self-doubt, troubling memories, and of course grief.


Liar. That was Jaheira, years ago.


Word to the wise - keep your peepers sharp. If the cultists hid here, could be bloody anywhere.


How dare they - we are all equal in our queen's crusade. To say otherwise is heresy!


She stole the Idol of Silvanus. She must pay the price.


These boots have seen everything.


Featherweight Falson'll be back in the ring in no time - once my daughter Clore is freed.


You don't know about the seat of the Absolute? No doubt you'll see it for yourself soon enough.


*Mizora's life rests in your hands. Perhaps you could end this pact, here and now.*


Shroom ring. Do they always grow like that?


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Your curiosity is to be commended.


I would not normally hang my fate on something so flimsy as hope - but our options are few.


The <i>kith'rak </i>is consumed by his hunt. He'd have taken my head, given the chance.


Thanks. I'll put it to better use than Tiamat would have.


So he has spoken, and so thou standest before me. Right as always.


Immediately.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


Shadowheart... I wasn't sure if I'd ever lay eyes on you again. It's me, Nocturne. Do you remember?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


Hope? You would bid me <i>hope?</i>


Don't speak such nonsense.


Thank you for helping us out there. Those shadows would've torn us to bits.


What... happened to... others...?


Closed Mouth Effort v9


<i>The chains I used to bind my meals - villains and lawbreakers. You see I tried to exercise morality, where I could. </i>


Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!


Bloody hell.


I can't stop you from taking it. But I won't be joining you.


Never seen that before.


I would not form a pact with a creature as base as Thrumbo. He is but a lost tool - one I wish to have returned.


Invoco te


More's the pity you've already found someone else to make merry with, just the two of you.


I read a story once of great fleets doing battle between the stars. I wish it were true.


<i>Another Lolth-sworn - a killmonger, a monster. If I do not take his head, he will take mine.</i>


The great wyrm is dead - and whatever help he might offer along with him.


Can't read this script.


Do it, then. Claim my soul for Zariel. Bring my father back.


Then enter. We need to talk.


Yet these tieflings claim barely a single warrior among them. It's a wonder they've survived even this long.


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


<i>No.</i> Those Watchers are liable to turn us into cat food if we move a muscle.


There's <i>nothing</i> we can't handle - I promise you that.


What if they see me?


And once I have, I'll take it to Mystra.


Malleus! v3


A parasite grips my mind. The shadows curse me. But I am gnawed by an even greater torment.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


ClosedMouth Effort v2


*She is still ravenous, her mind a hungry pit. The flesh of her pack wasn't enough to satisfy her.*


You must want for something, need <i>something</i>.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


I'd appreciate a little less enthusiasm when it comes to Cazador and his horrors.


But then who am I to deny the auspices of destiny? For we are <i>celebrating</i>, Master Figaro.


You held the future of a people in your hands. How dare you take our prince from us?


Good find.


*But it was Lady Shar who embraced you, whatever your past. You serve her, and now she guides you towards something.*


A shapeshifter!


The bleating of a predator turned suddenly prey. Do not listen.


Never trusted the Steel Watch, and with Gortash dead, who's controlling them?


What in the hells happened? I feel so weak...


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Gigans!


Just out of view.


Something about that blade seems familiar...


*The corpse seems willing to speak - but not to its killer.*


Exactly.


<i>But you did not - you aided me. Only a fool would have sought to impede progress - evolution.</i>


But still... we all failed that little girl.


Nae bother.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


I don't understand the appeal of them myself, but Raphael does dote after mortals so.


She carries an heirloom of our people. She must explain herself.


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


And look - you don't have to trust me blindly. I'll prove to you I'm as clean as they come. In fact, we're in the same line of work, in a way.


I feel a lot safer now that I've seen that that thing can 'die' just like anything else.


Hurt Critical


Let's be discreet about this. If Marcus is what you say, there's no telling what kind of reinforcements he might be able to summon.


These are Sharran weapons. I would recognise the Nightsinger's blades anywhere.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


You survived an encounter with githyanki? Extraordinary. They must have suffered prior injury...


Dribbles! He can't be dead! He <i>can't</i>.


*Your wanton criminality is attracting attention. Perhaps you should defuse the situation, before things turn ugly.*


He returned to me chastened but intact, his wounds healed, his body restored.


There's no chances without me - only certain death, or worse.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Attack Critical<br>


But I still feel his presence. Something about that helm...


A builder. A creator. A saviour.


Now! You - off to your... heroism, as it were.


I don't think it's what happens if we fail that concerns me - we'll be beyond our worries at that point. I think what bothers me is what happens if we succeed...


Eh, well... who is this Stone Lord to you?


You're disgusting. You've killed someone so precious, so good. I knew Shar was wicked. But I'd hoped for better from <i>you</i>.


Attack Critical<br>var2


So much for the cavalry riding to our rescue.


Hells, that yowlin' bleeds the ears. Bloody human. No offence, mind - just that ain't <i>entertainment</i>.


Te exsecror!<br>v2


You seem a little nervous, Saer Meadhoney. Had some difficult customers today?


Get to the point.


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


Unfinished toys, like the ones from the barn. Better stay on guard.


Then maybe you have a chance to redeem yourself.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Zeal.


Keep quiet, and you won't have to find out.


This vessel is at thy disposal. Do what thou wilt.


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


I'm not touching it. Not with a mop ten yards long - that's Father Lorgan's blood.


<i>Yes... and no. But somehow I think this was </i>intended<i>. Maybe not the tentacles, but... something else.</i>


And so many needed for the casting. Unusual.


This is the big boss. <i>Strike him down.</i>


You can't be serious. After everything, you'd just leave them here?


This won't fix anything - but take it. You've earned it. And you'll always be a hero to me.


Hm?


Treasures in the dark, like the dusty anniversary bottle forgotten in the widow's cellar. Delightful. <b>Delicious.</b>


That is our target. Focus the power of the netherstones on the crown, and we may yet triumph!<br>


Is this just for decoration? Useless.<br>


You are a waste of my talents.


*Why make the sacrifice at all? You could give the Emperor the stones, and when the moment comes, kill it, and take control.*


It's lovely...


Hurry it up, Stickshit.


That wall's an illusion! Hiding what, I wonder...


Good. That ought to silence at least <i>one</i> of the voices in your head.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I can tell it's serious. Whoever's won your heart... I won't stand in your way. I hope you make each other happy.


Warrior, champion, saviour!


<i>Now we're down to one mind flayer.</i>


<i>Chk</i>... It wouldn't be the strangest study she's done.


Lay a hand on me in friendship, not-quite-Sharran, and I will fight the battle that has been waiting for me this last century. Then - oh then, we will have much to discuss.


Bloodstaunch, jewelweed, mothersleaf - all gone. Typical.


Half this drow's body is crushed. Must have fallen from pretty high up.


A fine day for it.


Ha ha.


I wouldn't have given her the time of day, but even I needed a laugh once in a while. And what can I say, the bitch had good jokes.


A love letter? A warning? A deed of ownership? I could give you all the gory details.


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


Uh... h-hi.


Truly? And what was I supposed to learn from this?


Te curo!


If I give up that cargo, my associates will do worse to me than you ever could, lass.


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Now you need my help.<br>


<i>But wouldn't it do to send a message? Wouldn't it be oh-so-fucking fantastic to leave nothing behind at all?!</i>


Death... But a fleeting inconvenience.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


You got that look about you. Like you <i>want</i> a beating...


Heh. As you say.


An ally in need.


And in the company of local vermin...? Explain yourself, <i>vin'iisk</i>.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


A few bruises - so what?


Footprints! Leading right into that cave.


You. Have done. <i>Plenty.</i>


I'll take that.


<i>You.</i>


Steel Watcher - on guard!


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


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


Pardon if my eyes are all saucer-like. I didn't realise Baldur's Gate was so <i>big</i>.


My hero. So you're here to <i>help?</i>


I started fresh with that song.


Heads up.


I am stooped, but ready.


Who are you? You need to leave. <i>Now</i>. Before she sees you.


Perhaps you can swap garlic for bloodstaunch? Worst case scenario you just wouldn't stop bleeding. And stink.


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


*Your magic has marked you as a criminal - and you're about to suffer the consequences.*


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


Maior, fortior!


No point talking to you - you're just as useless as Gortash and his little minion over here.


Knock knock.


I'm not done with you like this... Not yet.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Sage and timely counsel, as always. And I intend to heed it.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


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


None shall see.


They spoke of the Absolute, same as that captive goblin. They must be part of the same sect.


Are those... specks of adamantine in this slag?


Life is brief - finite. When the warrior dies, what legacy will she leave behind?


Well met! I'm the Society's leading expert on myconid spore telepathy, but I've had to delay my experiments - run out of spores, you see.


*As you look at the skeletons, you realise they are all clad in the same dark armour.*


Let me make it easy for you.


It's the one thing I can't beat, isn't it? Same below as above. I love. <i>You.</i>


<i>Magga cammara</i>. That's a hook horror.


*A vessel wobbles on the lake's murky waters.*


Orin's own Butler. Isn't it meant to be undying?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


I can tune it up, but whether I can stop it from burning out is... up to the gods. That thing just wasn't meant to last in the Material Plane.


Not being able to touch you, having to slow down, it's all... I'm just not used to it.


Hells. They need me. I have to go.


Felt like an earthquake - as if I didn't have problems enough already.


Breaking news! Hear all about it! The Mouth said it first!


Research on the surface stops during what they call 'night'. I still can't get used to that.


Worthless.


If he does, Thrumbo will protect us. He always does.


You can't try to please everyone. You've just got to love the process. Easier on some days than others.


A young cave bear - killed and stuffed before its teeth were fully grown.


The Mortarch said the same thing... but I miss him. A lot.


And who's our boss again?


*Gale lies on the precipice of his own mortality once more. As might you, if you don't resurrect him soon.*


Fear is taking more lives than any cult. Everyone is on edge, watching each other, and ready to draw steel.


I imagine they are.


View's quite breathtaking - or maybe that was just the climb.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Poor Gale. He must be in bits after hearing that. I'll distract him. Tell him I haven't read a book since secondary school, watch his face melt off.


Gods, please, no. <i>You </i>were supposed to be my wildcard.


You're someone I can actually turn to, when I don't know what to do.


I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get.


Interlocking circles with moons and stars. This must be the seal mentioned in that journal.


What's going on.


As do I. After all, forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.


Still nosing around?


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


Morere!


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


*Her tadpole responds, thrashing violently, and the fragile tissue of her brain tears and splits.*


That wall's barely holding together.


The lantern's down - we need to get it!


Death can't have me. Not yet...


Mystra soothes all pain.


Can it be - will the mighty Prince Orpheus soon illuminate the Astral Plane?


I knew it. <i>Good.</i>


Perhaps a little boost is in order.


So be it. The second question. What is your unspoken desire?


If you can't get that square-headed tosser to listen, no one can.


Stars and the full moon... is this what that dwarf's poem was talking about?


*Dawnmaster Vaseid.*


This one's gonna be good. I can feel it.


Specifically - the acquisition of vault keys. The wealthy squirrel their riches away in the city's Counting House, where it gathers dust, serving no one.


<i>Before, all I cared about was survival. Now I think I'm ready to </i>live<i>.</i>


So <i>we</i> have decided to protect you, dear patrons. No need to thank us. You'll be allowed in once I've done this batch - next!


Well hello!


Grab a cane and get these rothé moving!


Thou inglorious hog.


Cora, my dear, who would <i>really</i> take the time our of their day to harm us?


Better get to it.


Te exsecror!


So - it is found.


*The elevator lies ready.*


Ugh... My legs... Can't feel 'em...


I admit, I am surprised. I thought your pale companion would kill for a chance to face his old master.


The perfect chance to liberate some magic valuables, I think.


I heard what happened. Thank you for protecting the child.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Hard enough trying to make a bloody living without some moron cracking your skull for no good reason.


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


Who... am... <i>I?</i>


I'd do what he says. Ain't wanna make the boss any madder 'n he already is.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


*As your lips touch filthy flesh, you catch a whiff of... lavender? It gives way to the muddy taste of something better left without description.*


That is where we'll find its letters, I wager.


T-try me without these chains on, coward!


No! I'm not.


<i>Traitor.</i>


Together.


Your enterprising approach to my problem is most encouraging, but it is a delicate process to keep my condition stable.


Broken. Must have been here a while.


I do not blame him. It is not the sort of place servants or spawn should sully with their presence.


Configo!


It's going to blast us. Get behind cover!


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


Dying Burning<br>v4


Gods, what's happening?


Whatever we have left, I must make count for double - <i>triple</i>. But later, perhaps. I still need time to recover my strength.


See how the patient reacts when I but stroke the right nerve. Hear its comfort. Hear the very melody of mercy.


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


You wretch! To think you had my trust. If this be my last act, let it be in service of strangling the life out of you.


Nothing but rocks.


Huh. Where's Wyll?


I just - I don't know what to do.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


If you were trying to hide the fact you're a vampire, Astarion, I'm afraid that nibble on my neck was a dead giveway.


Et alibi!<br>v3


What...? Are you... are you testing us?


Damn - I hope I don't end up like this one.


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


Yeah, I'll take the metal cops over the flesh-and-blood brutes any day of the month.


Do not waste this.


<i>Ab spiritu humoque, aculeus vitisque.</i>


Stop - STOP! What are you doing?!


Closed Mouth Effort


Oh, I tried them all. None of them answered.


Let us do what we can to avoid their fate, then.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


*The future is going to be very, very dangerous. And an awful lot of fun.*


Peril floods my province,
The palisades fall, the earth does tremble,
The servants of shadow and blood assemble.


Art thou certain?


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


The Banites had my husband beat me... for eavesdropping...


And if we don't find any clear weakness?


... well, I still think they'll kill us. But at least we can put up a fight.


Then we duel, sweet slaughter-kin. The winner claims the stones - Bhaal's true Chosen. The loser rots on his altar.


Examine the corpse. The lantern is yours to take.


You can take a look at the rest of my lot, if you like. Got good weapons in search of a worthy wielder.


Cudo! v3


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


Return to us if you have a lover willing to take part.


*Under your watch, no monster will harm the people of the Sword Coast.*


Mmmn. That smells delicious.


Always.


I don't know what you are, that you can defy the Absolute's will.


Just leave me, I said. You've done enough damage already.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


Painful truths have been thrust upon Shadowheart. I believe she is strong enough to endure, but her path will be easier with our support.


Holding steady... holding steady...


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Come on then - let's have yeh.


We could! I beat up those harpies and they're way scarier than <i>shadows. </i>


I want to have a word.


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


The work of the parasite, I shouldn't wonder. Bah.


Stay out of my way, don't touch anything, and keep <i>quiet</i>.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


But what's done is done. And if he's expecting you to bring me in, maybe we can turn this to our advantage.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Sometimes stuff we sell comes back around to us again. So watch yourself. Got me?


Why indeed. I think I'll find you easier to speak to once you're a <i>corpse.</i>


No... you must've done something without realising. Stroke of luck.


Cleanse the world of those that would stand in the way of the righteous. But do not let such cleansing prevent justice.


That's not true at all!


It's no use. He's invulnerable.


<i>Try not to be so careless once you possess the others.</i>


I'm sure I will. Whatever the hells that might be.


I thought you'd freed yourself from the lich queen's dead claws. How wrong I was.


I - I'll do what I can.


Don't bleed on me.


*Tempting as it is, the guard will not accept a bribe in this case.*


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


Tibi do pennas!


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


The Flaming Fist will not fall to the likes of you!


No keyhole. Must be another way in.<br>


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


But before you run off, do you think you could save a few more lives?


Maybe... maybe it's the parasite? Messing with your head, like.


*The ink is dry, the contract signed, the threads of fate, shall now unwind.*


No - a night like this is unfit to bear witness to such a tale. It's unfit for most things. Now please - permit me some peace amidst this vile revelry. We'll speak, but another time.


That ox again.


For someone who just heard we're all beasties-in-waiting, she reacted... well.


Forgiveness, Kith'rak.


Owing to your dubious compulsions, we've lost crucial allies.


Heh heh.


The Lord of Murder did not take kindly to betrayal.


He managed it. After murdering my husband, and torturing my friends and I for half a year.


Among our people, one gift is esteemed above all others. The silver sword.


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


Hear that, Ra'jak? He wants in!


Then prove it and leave.


But what's done is done, so how about we stop talking about it and just get on with things?


That doesn't look good.<br>


He was a Harper. A better one than me, truth be told - any idiot can swing a sword. But to believe in the cause, with the whole of your heart? A much trickier thing.


I don't feel so good. Weakened by stench.


Still alive, so that's progress.<br>


Hold on, I'm coming.


And yet save it you did. I am grateful no matter what your motivations.


I wonder where they were going.


Same as the drow... But Master Halsin said he'd turn eventually.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


<i>And I, you.</i>


Voco vineae!<br>v3


There is no magic within this volume.


Alas, I cannot afford to lose any more staff - funerals are so very expensive. I need to move the circus.


Bottom-feeding bruisers, I think you mean.


<i>Boo</i> - why do you gnaw at my soft parts? I am trying to -


Of course. They knew you were expected.


Harm can be anywhere you like - nose, kneecaps, <i>fingernails</i>...


Wonder who was inside...


Honestly, I never thought I'd make it that far. But the Absolute is a threat to all, and I promised I'd help you with your parasite.


This gith slate looks like the other. Another story about the githyanki prince?


I've seen that Lorroakan in here, stuffing his face with pastries! I bet he was just too slow to dodge whatever it was that got him.


Oh, to be nothing. To be gone for good.


You have been the subject of many wrinkled brows between my hamster and I, Saer Banker-Beard.


My strength is yours, my love.


Resisto acidum!


Let's go.


No ordinary protection. I swear I felt my heart stop for a moment.


But I know what you did. I shall not forget, and I shall make it my purpose to tell all of what you did for them.


Oh no.


*Your stomach drops, your chest constricts. Your thoughts begin to splinter.*


And it's all for a good cause - me.


A brave choice, to kill the child of one god at the behest of another. Shadowheart's loyalty plumbs darker depths than I anticipated.


The sun can't harm me, Cazador can't compel me. I'm the only person who can stop him.


Ah, never you mind - a young Pink Clarry would more suit the occasion. Bring it at once.


Effort v4


Like Priestess Gut and Boss Ragzlin. Gods, we even got a <i>drow</i>. Two, countin' you.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I'm here. A-and so are you. And my father, he - he can't hurt us any longer.


Just keep your hands where I can see them and follow me.


Damn this fog.


You but better!


We're in decidedly unfamiliar territory now - keep up the pressure, and stay alert. We need to find Thorm.


We could do worse. We could do well, even.


Seems not.


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Child, you promised to stop stealing. You disgrace us all. Give it back.


She's worth talking to, at least.


I return to my blankets. And should I be killed in my sleep, I warn you - Boo will be <i>testy</i> come dawn.


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


A horrifying thought. Perhaps the Prism's ability to protect us is faltering.


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


Thousands were sacrificed, and the servant become lord. I am sure Astarion's quite pleased with himself.


<i>Shut up, would you?</i>


Come on, Phos, another! Mouth's as dry as Uktar's bloody books.


Please - let me mourn.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


But I do not lash out or strike without reason.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


I wonder who - or <i>what</i> - those chains are for.


Snore
zzZzz


*An empty mind flayer vessel. If its occupant survived, they're nowhere to be seen.*


If they ask for a sacrifice, I'd suggest virgins. Young and hot-blooded.


That ritual. A common growth spell, but... <i>altered</i>, somehow.


It's done, Shadowheart.


I'm sure she's invented a fascinating history of our crimes. The truth is far simpler.


Xargrim... conjurer...  <i>seeker</i>...


So, what shall we talk about?


Madam... you'll want to speak to Gekh. He's in charge.


Alien words.


Me too. You're one of the good ones, you know that?


It won't. Soon the bastards will outnumber us. They'll come for our homes, our jobs - everything.


The angry smith you spoke of - you said you did <i>not</i> kill him, yes...?


I sense the fire rages fiercest in you, Lae'zel. I cannot blame you. Our queen has blinded you for too long.


My gloom-lit friend. How long has it been?


Another one. How unenlightening.


But if Ketheric fears her... all the better. It means whatever he's planning can still be stopped.


Gale's tressym flew the coop. Wonder what she's up to.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


I can barely see!


Thanks for breakin' me out. Gonna find me a new tribe. One that appreciates the old ways.


You louse, you mite!


Aren't you forgetting something?


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


*This guard caught you picking a lock. Perhaps you'd like to try the lock of your very own cell?*


My way's the only way - I think you're just too delicate to admit it.


Sure. Why not?


*Surgical lines ring the undead's head - it's been prepped to have its brain removed.*


You mean you <i>haven't </i>read all six volumes?! Gale Dekarios, I'll never look at you the same.


Thank you, magic!


If I could cast Wish right now, you'd be an ant forever.


Can't risk being in open view.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


Fly free, land hard, Boo!


This isn't the real him - you know it as well as I.


Found and taken.


Oh, you - err. <i>(Why on earth did you sing?)</i>


*In your mind's eye, Spaw shows you a drow, striding among myconid dead.*


Augh, this tastes like mouldy belbuck!


You might be right about that. The more bodies we got, the slower we move.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


It won't budge.


No fear - I will save you.


Attack


All will turn on you. All will abandon you. Your wildest terror, come to pass.


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


An abandoned vessel.


Oh child. You have drifted far from the Oak Father's teachings.


Non fit injura!


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


Trials. Sacrifice. But<i> she rose...</i>


Thought you were doing me a kindness. Stupid of me.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


It's a sussur tree - absorbs magic.


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


Lux in tenebra!


*You drive away all fears, and give yourself to the darkness. A deep sleep soon follows.*


With haste.


B-beg pardon. Please, take it. A gift! Reckon it's too fat to run anyway, heh.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


Check the safe in the back. I've done my homework on hags since we last tangled with Ethel - take whatever you need. I know it by heart anyway.


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


I'd have hoped to introduce you to him in less dire circumstances, but those are hard to come by these days.


((*you are worthy. be among us*))


You're not meant to be here.<br>


Can't give up.<br>


Macte virtute!


I may be the one who protects you, but it is you who must champion the cause.


Let's hope Shadowheart's actions do not return to haunt her. I know they would haunt me.


Take my bonehorn. One blow, and... just a moment. It's been thieved - and I know the culprit.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh.


And you'll receive it. I'll make my way to your camp, as soon as I've settled some matters.


This fairy ring looks disappointingly dormant.


This so-called treasure's just a pile of rubbish.


You can count on me!


Jaheira's Harpers are doppelgangers. She'll want to know right away.


*But you know there is work yet to be done. The people will be shaken, the city will hurt.*


Help us find it and I will leave your blood beneath your skin, unspilled.


Oh, my hand slipped.


Argh! You back away first, all right? One false move, and you're dead. I've more important things to do today than kill a rat.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


You butcher well, favoured one. I see why Lady Orin chose you for Bhaal's service.


Hold up, boys. We got a deep gnome here - and rowing Gekh's raft, no less.


Good riddance.


Oh, you're a cheeky pup, aren't you?


You act a fighter, but a fool's a fool.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


Baldur's Gate is my home, and I am its servant. I will be relentless in my pursuit of the greatest good.


These are no ordinary lights. Yet there must be a way to turn them on.


Umberlee speed you on your way. Won't trouble you any further.


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


I am this close to buying and training a pigeon to send my own post! Oh, now there's an idea...


Then he must have failed to make the urgency of his mission clear. I do not want to see you again until the relic is secure at Moonrise.


*A great fire roars through you - the fire of the First Hell.*


Extra Recovered <br>V3


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


A true champion knows justice and eliminates those who stand in its way.


Expello te!<br>v2


We are monster hunters all - our purpose is to kill beasts like these. But in our haste to save our little ones, we were rash. We charged straight into an ambush.


Easy there... Your mind is your own, as are your limbs. Don't do anything rash.


*So many brothers and sisters sacrificed for it. Only you remain.*


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


I know. He's dead.


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


No harm in a little conversation.


*The goblins praise the Absolute, but their celebrations also honour their leaders - including you.*


Keep it together.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Unseen, I shall strike.<br>


I certainly hope so, or Withers will be most despondent. Look after yourself.


Back again. Thrill me with your delightful midnight order.


VO_SFX : The goblin bends over and kisses the player's foot


Minthara always carried it on her person. I assume she still does.


What did you have to come creeping in for? Sorry - we'll make this quick.


When Orin was but seven years old, she tried to smother the child as an offering to our Lord.


If they didn't arrive, no doubt they were attached to one of our recent casualties.


Don't keep me waiting too long!


Dolor!


*As you place your hand on the pod, you hear something: A presence connected to the pod, commanding the person inside to... change.*


Then you are free to go with both my thanks and my promise - henceforth, your prayers will always be answered.


Magis amica veritas!


Here comes Mama Karlach.


When the Absolute's army arrives to wage war on the city, our best hope is to make sure they have no leaders in here willing to open the gates for them.


...All right. Fine. Let's leave this particular fight for when the actual war is won, shall we?


So, Nine-Fingers and the Stone Lord will face off at the Counting House. Should be quite the spectacle.


It has a unique magic of its own. Even if the city falls into ruin, the Caress will live on as a memory and a dream.


Intruders! The master must not be disturbed!


...and you, a delicacy - unless you bear the mark, of course.


So close to home and yet you need a guiding hand. Amazing how malleable - or <i>fragile </i>- the mind can be. First, you need to continue onwards into the Lower City.


It's done - good.


My sparkling disposition will have to do.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


No need for such dramatics. I will go with eyes wide open - and the hope that I know you a little better than you know yourself.


Not bad - I've had better days. And worse ones.


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


*You sense no reaction from the unblinking eye.*


Closer... I need to get closer!


Nice rope. Someone used it to climb up here.


Hm.


*Lord Gortash's name opens many doors, but it does not open this one.*


I wouldn't worry. We're better off without her.


Stuck in place, I see.


Peri!


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Find the KEY. Take the Hammer. Smash my chains. Find the key. Take the HAMMER. Smash my chains. Find the key. Take the Hammer. Smash my CHAINS.


Thou hast come. Hee. Hee. Hee-HEE!


...maybe all the way through.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


*As the lock clicks open, the alarm triggers - and the screaming begins.*


<i>I wish you well, Gale of Waterdeep, for the fate of our world will depend on their failure to find you, or your success in defeating them when they do. </i>


Almost coming to blows over a pebble. What's this city coming to?


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Effort v8


But whatever you decide, I'm sure it'll be the right call.


For a moment, I thought this bottle had a toxic scent, but it may just be what passes for fine wine in Baldur's Gate.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Locked from the far side.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


We follow.


You. YOU!


My friend is gone - lost to the darkness. And I... I think I am too. I feel it - deep inside.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Ugh. I know that look.


An under-dwarf ain't know the broken road? Heh!


*Row...*


May the Absolute continue to guide your hand, madam. As for us, we won't take any more of your time.


She who declines gets the worst of the wines.


Well, given this is in fact a blacksmiths, we sell things that need smithing.


Not a chance I'll fit in there.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Still me - even after everything.


It needs to draw power from a host. How very illithid.


I thought so too - but I found nothing. And regretted everything.


Relax, the Black Mass won't start until master drags Astarion from whatever hole he's hiding in. We have time to find one more person.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


No traps, please.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


<i>Something to look forward to - an answer to the greatest mystery of all. Bit morbid, but true all the same.</i>


<i>Life at sea was not easy. Our last adventure was ruinous. My ship was destroyed, my crew lost, but my spirit was far from broken.  </i>


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


Walk in death.


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


Avernus was never my home. It was my prison. I'm free now. AND I'M NEVER GOING BACK.


And your wife?


Yes, we're more similar than I thought...


Some power for the taking.


I knew you'd understand. Everyone's owned by somebody - might as well sign up to be on the winning team.


*He doesn't speak his next words, yet they still rattle your skull from within.*


Save him, and who's to say he wouldn't run us through at the first opportunity?


I LOVE YOU TOO! Oh my gods, I've been dying to say that.


We can simply return in a few days, and take the box from the shell of her corpse.


Right away.


Of course.


Dead. Everyone's dead.


Yeah, okay, fine. Very funny. What do you want?


Show us whatcha got!


Hmm... what's that?


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Always makes my day better.


--shell-rider--
---NAUTILOID-
   -to me---


Stop that insufferable crying and get in your kennel.


I'm free now. Incredible, isn't it? And I can have whatever I want.


It is a tragedy that the Moonmaiden's rite was perverted by Shar. Your future was stolen from you.


Can we stop shouting? No?


You asked for this, gith.


Hey - no! You do not throw furniture at your guests.


It's time, everyone. Let's go!


But I digress. Did you want something?


<i>The Crown, up ahead - time to cast the spell again, and break its will.</i>


Turn away, citizen. The penalties for trespass are severe.


Very well.


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


<i>Tsk'va</i> - the darkness takes form!


Need a new master, illithid lover?


Voco arvina!


Nothing hurts any more.


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


Think I'm not used to deviants like you in my graveyard? You aren't special, you know.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


That's where we'll end up if we're not careful.


You maggot. She'll tan us both!


Brine - the same stuff those parasites swam in.


You were no true child of Shar - you were her captive. Vengeance must be yours.


Halsin? Halsin!<br>


Step carefully - there's a trap.


Cazador's in the defiled chapel - beneath the palace.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Spurious prune-tart.


Eurgh... I think I'm fermenting from the inside out.


I can't work without a blueprint.


No more tadpoles in here. Wonder what happened to them?


How long you been ill?


How many redcaps are in a 'handful'?


I know you're busy, but if you speak to Lord Gortash perhaps you can convince him to let us keep our herd.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


We hunt a weapon, taken from the <i>ghaik </i>slave ship. Have you seen such an item?


Never a dull moment.


*His rage grows colder, burrows deeper, as a familiar face crystallizes before you.*


Dammit. What a mess.


Are we... d-done?


You're leaving me, Master?


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


This is a conversation that's long overdue on both sides. I owe it to her to hear her out, come what may afterwards.


We need to prove her wrong.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Have another drink and you'll know exactly what I mean.


Find whoever did this and remind them why.


<i>We're not finished!</i>


<i>Once my report is completed, I will return to my usual work in the Underdark. There, at least, I may yet produce worthwhile results.</i>


Ain't sure why ya killed yer own to protect me. Don't care, neither.


<i>Sigh</i>. I know. It's not the first time I've been robbed, I am only glad I didn't get hurt.


Hurt


Minsc is helping. <i>QUIETLY.</i>


My art! I'm an <i>artiste</i>. Name's Jelliwig.


These are Sharran weapons. I would recognise the Nightsinger's blades anywhere.


'Pet' names? As if we were domesticated animals?


Cure. He was cured...


Fine. They can pick it up at sunset. Now, bugger off before I change my mind.


What's hiding here?<br>


No judgement, no right and wrong - just good deals and bad. That a problem for you?


Visitors must pay the toll.


Intactilis sum!


It is easy to look for a thing. It is impossible to take it.


It's impressive that you reached Moonrise at all, even more impressive that you're alive to tell the tale. But it's not the tale I wanted to hear.


Time to leg it out of here.


Ridiculous though such a claim may be, a mind flayer is a terrible thing to be.


Try to keep up.


Book waiting. Waiting for new master. Better master. Read book. Go on.


I shall cleave the truth from you like flesh from a <i>dhour</i>.


Pigeon feathers. No sign of the bird.


Come back when you've worked these <i>airs </i>out of your system.


I have delayed long enough. The next attack is overdue, and I can't risk you being caught in the middle of it. I need you out there, searching for the Absolute.


Let me make myself indispensable.


It's cursed. Must be soaked in necromantic power.


Entrance prohibited. You will not be warned again.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Are they all like this?


Do you remember now, blood kin?


Similar symbols to the ones engraved on Szarr's signet ring.


*Grint Thorg, Fighter, Lost in Durlag's Tower. We couldn't recover your body so we buried your ten-foot pole.*


The blacksmith's blueprints. Weapons, from the looks of it.


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


I see. Then I think you should go.


Caveat incantator!


Looks like it pulls power from whoever's in the cradle. Now we just need a victim - eh - <i>volunteer</i>.


Hmm - only one serving for me, I guess.


Artefacts... beyond <i>price</i>...


*All you know is you feel better for it - lighter. You know where you came from. You know you were loved. And where you go now is in your hands.*


Leave me alone, please - I don't want to hear any more about your shameful exploits.<br>


He's... an unusual sort of customer. But the Head Banker said he'd handle it, so it's fine. I'm sure we're just <i>fine</i>.


I'm so tired. But it'll be over soon. I can rest soon.


If I didn't know better, I'd think you were threatening me.


I can close that up fast.


<i>Ngh</i>. It's getting stronger.


And as you've already seen to Isobel's rescue, there's no need for me to keep you any longer... though I could think of a thing or two...


Finally, some good fortune. Come morning, we know what to do.


It's an underwater prison - most secure in the Realms.


No hesitation.


Of course. I only thought -


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Zog said to leave, so we're leaving. End of story.


*The door does not stir. It will not answer to the cult's demands.*


He's fled - we need to track him down. Wherever the curse is strongest, that's where he'll go. That's where he'll feel safe.


I assure you, absolutely nothing untoward is happening inside.


So cheaply made, even <i>I'm</i> embarrassed.


Risus abundat!


I'll get you.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


I'm not interested in excuses, Thrinn. You failed me. You failed the Absolute.


Luck and stubbornness. I'm still weak, so the walk took... longer than I'd like to admit. But my health can wait.


((*more are coming*))


Partly why the Ducal Council controls supply - trying to keep the whizz-bangs out of nefarious hands.


Ketheric Thorm - proud father, man of faith, utter fool. On the night the Harpers sealed him away, someone murdered his entire army in cold blood.


These boots have seen everything.


What news?


*As Tymora smiles upon you, your fortune and wit are burnished and shine as bright as a new gold coin.*


These aren't statues. These are petrified drow!


No, no, no...


Anything more we should discuss?


Necrotic energy envelops the door. It would drain our lives as surely as a vampire's fangs would.


'Course, sweet piss is still piss.


Splendid - not one arrow fired.


*Another explanation will arise.*


I have just the thing.


<i>Bombs away!</i>


I thought that nature would heal, and balance between it and civilisation could be restored, once and for all...


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Curse... made of shadow... all succumb to it... find another way...


'My dearest Efrin. He begged me to halt the deadly disease that ravaged him.'


No more roof. Time to get down from here.


You're about to.


Get on with you - I've got plenty on my plate with these mewling geese.


The feeling is mutual, friend. I have only passing familiarity with astral travellers.


But I suppose your case is worse than I thought. All the more reason for me to stay and keep an eye on things. We wouldn't want you to make another apocalyptic mistake, would we?


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


There's at least one person who doesn't want me happy - Shar. I felt the wound last night, while you were sleeping. Like some sadistic child, de-winging a fly.


Hm - it's not activated from here.


*Sniff.* Wait - Kled smells no lie.


It's decided - let's leave it at that.


What's inside?


PLEASE!


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


Peace! We have enemies enough out there.


Don't you? It might be more interesting than you realise...


Fun's over! Get this cargo on the ship.


Heal me... please...


Blech! Hope that was worth it, <i>deadie</i>.


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


A lie of omission at most. I'm sure you have some skeletons of your own hidden away.


That doesn't look comfortable.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Awww.


Effort


An' that's all I know, I swear.


Plenty of chains, cages, and the usual slaver favourites.


You <i>bastard</i>.


You've <i>got </i>to be kidding. <i>Her?</i>


And the girl? You saved her, right?


*The drow's mind closes around yours, her bloodlust like needles in your skull.*


*Whatever this place, you know Vlaakith's protocol: you must locate a githyanki crèche.*


Those two must have history.


Let me help you!


And... no. Absolutely nothing.


Snore
zzZzz


Allow me.


My, but this sovereign likes to delegate.


*Gwynn Highberry - Stillborn but Not Forgotten*


My dear genderless champion... you are the hero of a sad tale.


... you... YOU happened...


The High Overseer - <i>our grand protector</i> - signed a pact with devils. It dragged Elturel straight to Hell.


Do not squander this opportunity. It may be the last one you get.


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Ah! I can't!


A magical flask? I reckon Gale could use it.


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


Walk on, True Soul. I ain't risking a beating for the likes of you.


Effort v12


The Gondians are making weapons for a tyrant - that makes them the enemy.


Ouch. That will need some healing.


Why 'y'? A great-uncle's name, my father said. But I just figured he couldn't spell.


Besides, this is... personal. It's better if I handle it alone.


...got that right... Guild...


I would have preferred to claim the whole world when we had the chance, but Baldur's Gate is not a bad place to start.


Clag-bottomed coward!


What's that thing doing with the dead? Feeding?


Happy to assist a friend.


Mortem tuum sum!


Say what you have to say.


Neither have I - the closest thing to a deserving canvas on which to place your beauty. But I've also not forgotten why I took you there.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


Who died and made you the expert on Mammon's expectant pockets? I certainly didn't. The price stays.


Amo sanguinem!


I shall get it done.


You'd best have one hells of an apology for me, young man.


I'll get you out of there.


Anyway, enough pillow talk. Let's go, before the tieflings drag us into another mess.


A blast of Ironhand ingenuity will turn this tide. To me!


Good morning, beautiful.


I must meditate. There is much to think on.


Incredible. An elf and a bronze dragon - allies at sea.


Effort


Nobody messes with the Stone Lord, ratling.


How did that song go, anyway? Dee-dee-dee-dum-dee...


But nobody wants to read about a boring old army. Murder's where it's at!


Irretio in sphaera!


These large numbers, they wrinkle Minsc's brow and bring a soreness to his skull. Make them smaller, please.


We shall serve. We shall be embraced.


With haste.


Feculent beast!


Do you make a point of walking into strangers houses?


Attack


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


Haha...


Wonderful! The more, the merrier.


Te video!<br>v3


I would much prefer we find another way. Perhaps the mind flayer has another idea?


Mutatis mutandis!


If it tries to dominate me, turn me against you... well. I have seen you fight. I'm sure you'll be fine.


Only bones and armour left. Must've been part of the original raiding party.


I've a plan that'll make all of Moonrise rue the day they met us.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Karlach? Talk to me - what's the matter?


Dodge
v2


What a <i>novel </i>idea!


It might be a very short future. If you show him any of the tricks I taught you, he is liable to explode.


Please.


Once the Absolute is no more, so is my aid. Poof - there go your warlock powers.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


These souls clawed their way back from the Fugue Plane for vengeance.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Must find the doll -  <i>must find it.</i>


A horror I can hardly bear, tolerate, <b>endure</b>, if only in my mind. Such daring!


Buff


Be sure to keep the Hammer safe until then. Your survival depends on it.


Laughter


Dying Burning<br>v4


Don't mind if I do.


What's next?


Quiet.


Astarion, you're a vampire. And you tried to bite me while I was sleeping!


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


It is forbidden...


Huh.


Pickets, ballistas, siege engines... a little old-fashioned, too. A hundred years? More?


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


My path be true.


I do not much care whether or not he is at peace, but I am escstatic that we are.


We're the finest mercenaries on the Coast.


I won't fail you.


The old fortress? Gods, that whole area is cursed.


Wait until the others are asleep, then come with me. There's a place we can go, down the coast a little.


More will be here soon. We need to go - there's a place nearby.


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


We may fail, but we must try.


I know the Mouth thinks this <i>Absolutist Adventurer</i> beat is gold.


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


Minsc believes a doppelganger to be Jaheira? He is being manipulated - I am all but certain.


Perhaps it is uncouth to have taken pleasure in that. I am content to be uncouth.


I ain't playing with you, svirfy.


They flew the cleric directly to the chapel above. No hiding from the Absolute's reach, eh?


Yes, I hear them, your majesty. Calling us. Their god and their guide, together.


I wager that blade has a mighty enchantment. Gale could tell me more.


... made... run away... yelled... crying...


No. I'm a survivor.


*Without a cure, you cannot restore your honour before Vlaakith.*


So father said. I won't soon forget.


*Keeping Baldurians fed since 1479 DR.*


I know. It's what brings me here.


I will sleep with both eyes open this night.


That is for Shadowheart to decide.


And when you stand against him, you will not stand alone.


Ain't stayin' around here with horns knocked cold out. Rest of these devils'll be out for blood.


Time to push my luck again.


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


Save your compliments. I won't accept them.


Must have been quite a mirror, before it was smashed.


Any aid these old bones can lend.


*Your head tingles as Nere scans the room.*


That... that can't be...


It's not as fun when no one brings it back.


Why would those thugs take my poor, sweet Oskar? Did they want money? I never received a ransom note...


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


Let's remedy that, shall we?


Let us tread soft and sure as hunting hamsters.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


It is not over!


A sussur tree. Spells will be unreliable.


Look - there's something on the other side. No way through from here though.


If you happen to stumble across those letters, do bring them by. There'd be a tip in it for you.


*You stare, frozen, until they finally lock eyes with you.*


*You recognise the funeral rites of the Gur people - the same monster hunters you met in the hag's swamp. Their leader is burning the possessions of those who have fallen.*


Hey, you!


Truly? Hells, I didn't expect her to... We were almost ready to <i>leave</i>.


That thing's a shapeshifter!


<i>Ngh</i> - I'm not feeling so good. Is this Nettie's doing?


Fish, mainly. The Flaming Fist commandeer the best stuff but I can show you what I've got.


Very nice. He really captured you.


Probably rots your fingers off. Leave it be!


Where to next?


The wizard's pet. Looks like she's on the prowl.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


On my way.


There must be a way to get them out. Someone else find a way out of here!


I - I thought we'd be safe in the Gate. I heard the stories.


Get what you can while the getting's good. We'll be closing our doors soon enough.


But that's why I pay my guards so well - to keep me well looked-after.


<i>A worthless kill - no sport. If this one was even slightly useful, I might spare him...</i>


We could just call them bastards. There's no law against that.


Any restriction, any tether must be shed. Surely you understand that? It is a form of freedom, if a tragic one.


An ode for you? <i>Odour</i>, mayhaps.


I really want to win the treasure hunt. Ide <i>always</i> wins.


Fairest, falsest creature.


Ah... I see. Well, of course. Back to camp then.


Home...


Sniff<br>var 3


A distillery. If the sign weren't clear enough, the odour would be.


Hurt Critical


We'd better get warmed up then. Come on.


*You won't be asked again - you'll need to get permission to walk freely in this place.*


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Good. That is as it should be.


Still, I have other items that might interest you.


If you need attention, see Gekh.


Made it out.


At last! Gods, this will feel good.


SmileOpen<br>var 4


We need no 'Lolth' - no spider queen! Father Murmath is the head of clan Lur. He hatched us, raised us, feeds us!


*The guard isn't interested, except in locking you away. Again.*


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


Yes.


The adamantine forge - the same the wizard Dhourn was hunting for, it seems.


I have been... less than successful, and if the gith ever see me again, they will kill me. So, I'm asking you to retrieve an egg for me.


*Light seems to bend around the beast's body.*


Did I play games like this in my youth? Was I sweet once?


Don't insult me - I'd know if there was a justiciar down there.


Drunk


I think the answer to that is 'whatever they damn well please'.


Seems simple enough.


You festering bubo!


Fine - take him, just leave us!


<i>Gods</i>, didn't hear you coming. I know I should head home, but I can't bring myself to leave.


You have my word.


You are absolutely vile. Gods above.


Take me with you!


Pfft. How 'bout you and those face-holes of yours go sniffing someplace else?


BOSUN! A RED ALE, PLEASE.


Looks like the goblins found her.


Get up.


I worked in this business in the Underdark, but it grew to festering monotony.


My kills are not yet refined. I am too passionate. Too emotional. Too personal. But... <i>soon</i>.


SmileClosed<br>var 5


Ghaik. Death is too kind a fate.


Grief's path is tumultuous - happiness plays as much a part as pain.


Lur Otan. Lur Fu. Lur Jox. Father Murmath. That is all.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


Here, let me help.


Horribilissimus!


Augh. This tastes like a rothé's breath smells.


Astarion! You <i>bit </i>me! You - <i>vampired </i>- you're a vamp!


*The history they share may be long gone, but the threat of violence between them is as fresh as newly spilled blood - neither party will let the other walk out of here alive.*


My pleasure. Now - drink.


Bloodied tracks - quite small, too. A gnome found some trouble here.


Listen, darling -  you're <i>covered </i>in gore. I know you killed her, I just want to know why.


They said the hunt for the artefact was a suicide mission - I feared I wouldn't see you again. Some even thought it was the Mother Superior's plan alone, and not what Lady Shar wanted...


I must return to my duty. Walk well, <i>ra'stil</i>.


Here it comes.


You killed all those goblins, and we couldn't even manage a handful...


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


Aylin will soon knock Lorroakan off his perch. Better follow - this could be over quickly.


If you have the courage to stay, help subdue him - but be careful. I could not stand to lose him.


Victory v2


Moradin's bloody beard... I'm not waiting around for that to happen to us.


Is it dead? Please tell Kled that it's dead.


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


I had my suspicions. Would've helped if you'd told me sooner. But it is what it is.


Ugh. Well, I suppose you knew we could defeat them. I'll try not to think what would have happened if we hadn't.


It's mine.


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Fine.


At least it's worth more than their <i>lives</i>.


Flesh and blood bind me to this plane. I will return. I will <i>always</i> return.


Yes. Over there.


Demento te!


Please, if you have business here, seek Sister Yannis.


Trespasser. Myrkul's fat lapdog!


Wonder if the gods are watching me.<br>


You really don't want to make me angry.


You found the ledger? Guess you're not so useless. Get back to master, on the double!


Why are you muttering to yourself?


Argh! It... won't... move!


Should that fail... at least I know you are a deep sleeper.


I'm not interested in the Absolute's manipulations.


So much time. Wasted.


Fair words. Child, take to the others word of my grace. <i>Ssifisv</i> - Teela, to me.


You blasphemous little wretch!


Resisto frigus!


<i>Stop!</i> Another step and Maggran will tear you open like a sack of grain.


Did it? I'm not so sure. I'm not in the city yet, you see.


That was a hell of a roll back there.


Vast world out there.


<i>I did everything I could to avoid this, but it seems you have whittled my options down to a single one.</i>


If you are afraid, hide beneath my legs - like a good calf. I will stop them.


I won't ask for more details. All I know is we can lick this thing. Rough-tongued and ready.


On my way.


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


They rounded us up... <i>cut</i> us up... Said they were taking whoever could still walk to Moonrise Towers.


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


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


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


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


*You hear only your own thoughts. Shar's presence won't come to you - why?*


Who cares what the illithid thinks. If we can get Orpheus on our side, we're golden.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


What I <i>want</i> is to kill goblins. This place is better off a pile of ash than their latrine pit.


What are you waiting for?


*Such magic is considered a crime. Guards are being summoned.*


Go away. Or you will become new flesh.


I fail to see the distinction.


Loitering? I've got a gammy leg - that's just how I look!


The Watch or the Flaming Fist?


Urgh. What a mess.


Right in the... wank hole...


You're from Elturel, aren't you? Why in the hells are you doing this to us?!


B-by Mordai's eyes, more of them.


Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gale, certainly.


A djinni trick. Where in the Hells did I end up?


But your actions sparked the fall of my Iron Throne. Whatever alliance we might have made fell <i>with</i> it.


Caeco te!


The longer we stay here, the closer we come to reaching the same fate.


Here it comes.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


<i>Sssh... </i>don't call out. Don't move.


Hells. You look like you've seen a ghost.


Repent? Would that even be possible?


Remember those <i>things </i>they put in our heads before you abandoned me? That's what.


Laughter


A little gratitude would be nice.


Knowing our luck, something already ate the poor bastard.


Laughter Maniacal


<i>You hold proof of faith - but to hold and deserve are different. How have you proven yourself in the Dread Lord's eyes? </i>


Effort v2


Ugh. Looks like it's already been digested once or twice.


Don't know. Don't care.


You can. You <i>must</i>.


No one's coming - the deal is done.


But I still feel his presence. Something about that helm...


Within the city, an elder brain brimming with power, ready to turn everyone within its reach into mind flayers. All it needs is an order.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


You don't even have the murder weapon.


D'you hear the Harpers were half wiped out? We should be sticking the last of their bleeding hearts, 'stead of guarding this place.


That could have been worse.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


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


Obedi me!<br>v2


Omnia mutantur!


Vae victis!<br>v2


Well, you certainly took out more than your fair share.


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


Can't say I have, but if I do, you'll be the first to know.


Done. It'll be ready in a couple of hours. Now, clear off.


Quite a bit less-than-divine for a god, wasn't he? With powers as fleeting as his followers' lives.<br>


Must tread gently.


Oh, I hope he tries. Please, Lorroakan, come to me with your magicks and your flaccid charms. Attempt to lay one hairy finger upon Dame Aylin, daughter of Selûne most high.


Te exsecror!<br>v2


You are to be commended, though I expected nothing less from a Child of Murder.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Right tool will do the trick.


Mutatis mutandis!


Take my advice - never buy from your friends. Very hard to get a refund.


I had better watch your back then.


Drunk <br>V4


Hmph. A proper circus would provide some fruit to throw.


Yes - come closer. Feed the new flesh.


I've sensed some during our travels. It has a pull to it - absolutely magnetic, once you know what you're looking for. I can show you where I'd look.


Don't bleed out on me.


It's no use. Can't reach him like this.


Something different.


You see, Gortash has had Wyll's father... relocated.


Precisely the attitude that is ruining this city! No pride! No discipline! No consequences!


Ut ventus!


<i>K'chakhi</i>. A senseless fate!


Free for the taking.<br>


'Goblins swarmed, but we were brave and fried them all with a Thunder Wave!'


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Be still darling. Let Sister Anya comfort you.


*Freshly turned soil shifts beneath your feet as you approach the grave.*


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


This is a ritual killing. And the murderer wanted it found.


Big shiny eye.


I think... I think this is it.


However reluctantly, I cannot fault your logic. You did everything that was asked of you.


You shouldn't have tried me.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Attack Critical<br>var2


They weren't lovers... not in the way that you mean. They wanted me more than I wanted them.


I suppose Raphael will be pleased, if nothing else...


Impero te!


Only way to Moonrise, unfortunately.


Wyvern Whiskey, from Nimbral. Only the guild in Waterdeep imports this, I believe...


What about the smell? It stinks something rotten.


I think our relationship needs a bit of work. Or else I might need a bit of space.


This disobedience of yours had best continue once you find this Heart of the Absolute, Gale. That's all I have to say to you.


Rodent...?


Disappointing.


If what is happening is what I think is happening, and it's because you licked a dead spider - the time might just have come when you and I should split ways.<br>


There's something in that debris.


Though it could be the only way this one reaches adulthood, I fear.


You know what I mean.


I know! I'll plan a jobs fair event so I can find myself a new job.


But our forebears were foolish - complicit with Sarevok's madness over a century past, and so we were banished. Still are to this day.


There's something underneath here...


Whatever he's done to protect himself is a magic so dark I can hardly fathom it.


Damn it, Astarion's probably been whisked back to Cazador by now.


The horns of a <i>real</i> war devil. Bet they were a pain to acquire.


If you knew me, you would not even ask. It is what my Lady wants - I'm just her servant.


I'll just pretend all of this isn't happening.


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


We share a common cause and a common enemy. Allegiances have been built on less.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


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


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


If you fight an army, kill the general and the troops will disperse. If you fight a giant, lacerate its tendons and spine to bring it down to size.


Wonder what this is for.


Why do they even need this shit?


Sleep and adventure. Maybe I'll come back as a bear in some future life.


Enchanted? Nice.


Liar! Hurt me!


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


This is a most entertaining game. I wonder what we will find next?<br>


Close Mouth Effort v5


Don't make me hold your hand now.


...Did something to upset Disciple Z'rell?


Vae victis!


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


This should burn going down.


Argh - that hurt! Auntie, they hurt me!


Monasteries - as gaudy as any noble's palace.


Secreti umbrarum!


A private word would be nice.


Still, I kind of liked him. Sharp in all the right ways.


Maledicte es!


You dare challenge Grisly, Captain of the Blushing Mermaid?


Effort v5


This next spell should be interesting.


She's not breathing.


No, there's no others. We - <i>I </i>- kept the faith, alone. You will not steal the Dark Lady's favour from me!


My power walks with you.


*The throbbing in your skull will hardly let you think, let alone remember.*


And all for Ketheric's greed. What a bastard.


Get a load of that. I think it's shutting down.


Quite a set of horns. Fake, no doubt, but still impressive.


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


Now let's move.


Of course, you will be a spawn before you can become a true vampire, but that's a small detail.


Place the weapon in the planecaster. Fulfil my Queen's most holy edict.


We should find this 'Candulhallow' place and test the password.<br>


You did all right, Wyll. I'd give your belly a good rub, but never could stand the smell.


I hear shouting up ahead.


The air stirs in trepidation - you have the ledger.


You're mad. I'd try to get you help, but there's nowhere to take you, and no time to figure out what the fuck to do. I guess this is goodbye. Don't struggle - it'll only hurt more.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


I should rest a little. We'll talk soon, Shadowheart.


I shall stand with Shadowheart.


Thaniel. I had to look after him. Without him, I wouldn't have lasted long.


I can help.


Selûne worship... imagine being so desperate as to turn to <i>her</i>.


What's that look you're giving me? I feel like a mouse cornered by a cat.


Thanks aren't enough, but we'll give them anyway. Every day, for the rest of our <i>very </i>long lives.


This trunk's rotten; shouldn't put too much weight on it.


Victory v3


An unnatural death. There's no coming back from that.


Origin Extra: Dying


No, you great big fool - no!


We think the Stone Lord and his cronies are in league with the Absolute cultists. This little operation here certainly suggests so.


<i>One Netherstone remains - Orin's. We must find her and take it from her.</i>


I- I would like that.


A proposal? If you're hoping to taste my blood, little vampling, think again. It burns hotter than Wyvern Whiskey.


Oh, well - at least he won't complain about extra rehearsals anymore. Find his corpse for me, will you, darling?


Hmm, a pixie. Not what I expected to run into in these parts.


Dead. Good.


The Absolute is the greatest threat Baldur's Gate ever faced. The wyrm must be awakened - and the task falls to you.


I will erase your spirit from existence.


Fine, fine. Agreed.


He will tremble at your slaughter. So eager to spill the guts from this city.


That must have hurt.


Yeah?


Can't have anything happening to you or the babe, hm?


Dodge


'Helpless old biddy' - a classic routine. I'm kicking myself for not seeing through it.


Someone's ready to fight. Oh, I <i>do </i>hope it's to the death.


But it blew out, didn't it? Can't capture lightning in a bottle, I guess. No matter much you want to. No hard feelings, of course. That's life.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


I don't know if it's your place to give us permission to stay here, but thank you. Really. My family needs this.


The orthon's been having a little too much fun with these corpses, I think...


Better to be within its walls than without, Marpha. At least here we stand a chance.


Can't risk being in open view.


*These bloody chains restrain their victim through a locking mechanism within the altar.*


PainPretend<br>var 2


Hmm. I'm not supposed to mention it to anyone, but I do have something pretty special in stock. A <i>key.</i>


Let's be quick.


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


*The body of that brave girl, who earnestly swore to devote her life to your cause.*


You ask after me rather than your own heart's desire? It would bring a tear to my eye if I had not shed them all so long ago.


We still have no idea where they took the - what they came for.


The time is nigh: Ketheric will fall at our hands.


Effort v10


Or what? Ya gonna start a fight?


I sowed the seeds of my intent. It was you that harvested them.


An early sketch, though. No mention of sussur bark.


Sphaera mortis!


Oh no.


It's calling its pack!


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


Recovered <br>V4


Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better.<br>


A pretty dagger. The same one that ended Father Lorgan, perhaps?


True to form, and good riddance. This grove has troubles enough.


Must have belonged to Lenore's dog.


The long-awaited question. Now - if you please, Elminster - for the too-long-awaited answer.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


Poor thing. He's had a tough go - and you don't know the half of it.


I'm sorry for barging in like this, but I had to come find you.


*What does the Dark Lady want of you? At times, it feels like you are without guidance, while other times, she shields you. You feel lost - a sensation that is not new to you...*


There must be some way to turn this on.


How'd you even get that way?


The who now?


Let me go, auntie.


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


A cruel choice lies before you. I can only speculate how you must feel.


It looks like basking in the sun is no longer an option for you, Astarion. You'd better find some shade.<br>


Can't blame him for trying to outrun an orthon. Any sane person would.


He really did give everything for his people - and for us. I hope he finally knows peace.


Oh. Well. That is... hm.


You hold no threat for me. Nor do your petty little vapours.


*A warm swell rises through you. Acceptance - you are worthy.*


*You feel Shadowheart's anxiety. The weapon that Voss seeks - it's the artefact that she carries.*


What... what was that?


How I long for a <b>feast</b>. Eating, filling, gorging. Oh, to dine with devils!


You thought Nettie might be able to help you in the druids' grove. But all she did was reaffirm the danger.


Your father, you mean?


<i>Little blue beetle in my stew...</i>


To the rescue. <i>Again.</i>


Being killed by you is <i>so much </i>more pleasurable, Master.


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


A hidden passage, behind those crates.


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


I'll rush the guards. You sprint past.


I don't want to know what <i>that </i>is.


You - you're not from the crèche? Oh, how fortuitous! And not just because you're not trying to kill me.


The door's covered in - well, some sort of magic.


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


*A moment passes. Wylls eyes glance up to his horns.*


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


Attack Critical<br>


Even shaped by shadow as it is, Sharran architecture has a kind of beauty to it.


You're bloody mad, you are. Go on then - you're just ruinin' the game anyway.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


Nulla salus!


Surely the <i>kith'rak</i> could go look herself, if it's so important?


*Every weapon, scroll, and elixir is crafted to the highest adventuring standards - and that's a Danthelon guarantee.*


You wouldn't have half a bedroll for a lost minstrel, would you? I can pay for my board with music, if you care for it?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Nope - you're still in Blaze Portyr's bad books.


*Even as you say the words, you feel a lurch of disappointment. Your mind bristles with illithid potential. How could you be so cruel as to deny yourself what you want most in the world?*


Well... certainly brave of you, I'll say that much.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


*Low!*


It's nothing, trust me. Beautiful evening, isn't it?


How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?


Cave circulum!


Any trouble?


How do you feel?


These boots have seen everything.


Forgive the aroma. Powdered iron-vine - an old hunters' trick. Most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.


Looks like a beast came through here - a big one too.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


It may look like a peaceful, ruined temple, but it is overrun with brutish, stupid, rude githyanki.


Stray from the path, and I will correct you.


Doesn't look like I can light these... at least not by normal means.


*The parasite burrows deeper, sinking its teeth into your brain's exposed tissue. It sucks greedily.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Figaro's, to pick up some hair ointment for your father.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Quit knocking around in there!


*It seems you're not welcome here - you should choose your next steps with caution.*


I guess you need this.


Here comes Mama Karlach.


Dying Deep Exhale


A person. Who drops cheese. Which I eat.


*You are enveloped in myriad sensations, all at once. Flaming desire and icy despair; the strength of iron and the haze of thick swamp mist.*


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


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


Either way, be careful. You never know what lengths someone might take to solve this little problem of ours.


Yeah. I think so.


Seems simple enough.


Sounds like there's gold inside. Their proceeds?


I am glad to talk to you again, m'boy. Even under such circumstances.


Either way, the new management didn't want the Watch looking our way. So the others were served up on a platter - an offering.


Open this cell and I'll never forget the kindness!


Justice walks on four feet. And sleeps in my boot.


Hm. So the altar weighs the offerings? How very Sharran.


We'll hold the rear - you charge ahead.


<i>Dammon seems to've made a good start. I ought to keep him close.</i>


We're moving on. There's... there's nothing left for us here.


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


I have not met a <i>ch'r'ai</i> of this rank before. He will still aid us, right?


It all stems from that childhood memory I suppose... it's strange. I know now that it was my father I saw, yet still, I can't suppress the fear.


I'm leaving you. I'm starting a new life with Tamia.


That can wait.


But where exactly does it lead...?<br>


Enough play, Stone Lord. The Absolute has other plans for this one.


It was you. You destroyed the Nightsong.


Thanks, <i>mum</i>. Now please do feck off.


I've thanked you once already. Don't be greedy.


We can't wait any longer. Forgive me.


Then break it.


This foul scene confirms it. Let us see how this toymaker likes having <i>his</i> stuffing spilled.


I would expect my kin to choose less... dilapidated surroundings.


I'm positive there's a catch here, but... go on. Let's see the coins.


Something here is disturbing the Weave. Magic might be unreliable.


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


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.


Today's copy lands with a BANG! The Steel Watch Foundry has been destroyed by sabotage!


*The blessing of Talos empowers you with the surging fury of storm! Fear not, for none can stand against you.*


Ha! A century have I been confined here - and I would spend a century more in devoted gratitude to they who set me free.


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


Oh, well, <i>you </i>know. <i>Some </i>customers aren't so bad.


*Belch.* See? Mine, <i>s'fresh.</i>


Outer... city... Baldur's... Gate...


Heavens forbid. I've learned my lesson. I just...


I might have a few trinkets worth a glance.


Pulso!


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Ketheric will be vulnerable, now. All we need to do is strike.


I died, once. A death in the selfsame temple chamber where you slaughtered Orin.


Unless you want to provoke them, my dear, I suggest you hurry on your way.


...if you could see an-ything in me, what w-ould it be?


Another mask.


Say it loud: 'I'm yours, Karlach.'


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


*Mystery meat, tough as boar hide. Only the sharpest teeth could pierce it.*


Nice and easy.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Done.


Z'rell lacks imagination.


Auribus teneo lupum!


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


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


If you want to turn your blade on anyone - turn it on the goblins. You won't be able to cut them all down, there's a horde of them out there.


This leads to Menzoberranzan. The drow city must be quite a sight...


Dead already. Nothing to be done.