Skull, smashed- but the corpse is warm. A terrible fate.


Unseen. Nature shields me.


In today's edition: Circus of the Last Days is struck by tragedy! Dribbles the Clown has been killed! Buy the Mouth for the inside track!


Is this the Moonlantern we've heard so much about?


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Stuck, eh? Hold on.<br>


A wise choice. Let nature determine their fates.


Your bond a seedling - one that needs a gentle hand in its tending. Nurture it and it will become a great oak, in time.


Master...


Unh. <i>Dissatisfying.</i>


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


Closed Mouth Effort v4


I've got what you need.


*Grunt.*


Recovered <br>V2


Very good of you. Thank you.


This orthon isn't just a killer. He's an artist, too.


Word in Waterdeep has it he's a bit of a cad. But you say he's an accomplished wizard?


Can't really tell the difference between you lot, honestly.


Dead. Good.


Victory v4


My entire clutch battled beholders deep within the Eye of the Sky.


Undetected.


Effort v12


Moonlight, guidance, <i>tides</i>... how fascinating. Consider me converted, Selûne.


<i>If we do not do this, all is lost. </i>


That thing isn't meant to operate outside Avernus. I'm not sure how much longer it'll keep running, the way it's going.


So, do you have loves waiting for you once this is all over?


Gortash's got all the protection he needs. A cultist makes so much as a peep, the Fist'll turn them to cinder.


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


*Ketheric Thorm's forebears. He defiled their remains to make this effigy. But to what end?*


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


This ought to reinvigorate.


*The coin disappears into the well. After a moment, you hear a soft <i>clink </i>- not a splash.*


A key. But what's it unlock?


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


I will not let you fall.


Wherever you've come from, know you're welcome in Baldur's Gate.


A thousand prayers with no reply. Imagine it.


Invoco te!


*A lifeless eye stares at you.*


Falling<br>var 3


I'd rather it be hurt than me. <i>Do</i> be careful.


Never planning on letting that go, are you?


Not much use anymore.


*The sight of the crown atop the elder brain strikes you like lightning. Never before have you beheld an artefact of such unrivalled power.*


That wall's barely holding together.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Effort v10


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


Why did I bother trying to explain myself? I've met steaming piles of excrement more pleasant than you.


<i>Huh. I feel... cool. Like my engine isn't going to explode. Guess returning to the Hells really is all it takes.</i>


We did right to spit the illithid's offer back in its slippery visage. You have a backup plan, yes?


Ugh - a Nightfall ritual. They likely feasted the night away before killing another - all for Shar.


It's holding tight. There must be some way to open it.


Jaheira...? The same Jaheira who burned down Fugal's tea-shop? I saw that fire. Very big. Strange smell.


Look for life in the darkness. Wildflowers, where everything else is dead. The curse cannot subdue the power Thaniel bears. Not entirely.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Volo. Still spinning your tall tales, I take it?


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


No choice but to keep going.<br>


Every bit as disgusting as the first time.


Pretty sure I told you to fuck off, mate.


Lady... <i>Leper.</i>


Of course - somehow I'd hoped for a miracle. But of course, the only miracles are those we make ourselves.


Aresce!


Sir.


Damned Fist...


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


I can't forge a weapon without starting a fire.


My hamster made me do it.


I'm not ignoring you - I just see no evidence of your rather outlandish claim.


Agreed. There's too much at stake for petty squabbles.


An elder brain... one of the cruellest and most powerful creatures in existence, enslaved by mere mortals.


Dying Burning<br>v3


So much time's been lost already. Most of it, I can't even remember. And what I do remember... it would have been so much easier to just become a monster.


Hope you had a fruitful visit, saer. But - that's your business, of course.


I trust so. Thank you.


<i>We're under attack! Help me.</i>


This depicts Ketheric Thorm grieving over his daughter. But did he shed tears too for all who fell beneath his sword?


Gods above. Look at you...


You've cleared the way for us - as clear as it gets, anyway. Thank you.


I hoped Moonrise would give me answers, but at every twist of its corridors I find only more questions...


Ol' Dhourn was searching for that same forge.


Whoa. That isn't good.


Folk come, folk go - it's a little dull, to be frank.


Still some way to go.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Kelemvor forgive her - there is no sin greater than refusing His deathly will. I shall speak to her - immediately.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Impressive - you've a way with words.


She's right, Rolan. We're better than this.


I see you have studied our tongue, friend. You are quite correct - we underestimated an enemy.


<i>My formula will hamper the more harmful effects once the mushrooms are brewed into a potion.</i>


*The creature is lost in devotion. You might as well not exist.*


Our master awaits. Go!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


I almost hope the others never found out why.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


All the more reason to hurry.


No bleeding out on my watch.


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


Don't mistake justice for something worse. Aylin has every right to be angry - <i>furious </i>even.


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


Mors animae!


That must have hurt.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Let's get that patched up.


Absolute... blesses. Gives power. Makes... True Souls...


Facing that lot would be suicide... at least for now.


Effort v3


Such a force of destruction deserves to rust in a watery grave. And I've no intention of diving down to salvage it.


No. To let you live would be beyond cowardice. You sowed these many dead - now I will do the reaping.


AHH! SHIT! F-fine, I'm not dealing with whatever <i>that</i> was.


Consider it done.


Gods, it smells awful in here.


Hm?


Best be on my way.


I wonder where they were going.


Well, that's interesting.<br>


Eyes on the toad-freak. We can't risk it escaping.


We owe Zevlor...? For what?


You're back! What happened?


Effort v11


Fleeing on the heels of a babe. I thought you were stronger than that.


Now we're going to - <i>Wait!</i> Who're you? And how did you get in there?!


Voco arvina!<br>v3


'Less you like trash.


But we're not merchants; we're Zhentarim agents. Steal from us, and you'll have a price on your head.


*You can't detect anything. You have no explanation for his good health.*


I don't care about me, you empty-headed luddite. I came here to save Cal and Lia!


You're tense, Zorru. Maybe you should rest a while.


But I can caress as well as cut. That's why you should stay on my good side.


HEY!


Effort v7


Didn't say you could leave, did I? Another step and you'll get a kiss off my axe.


Your sacrifice. In Her name.


I think I've been more than candid - you know about my faith, for one thing.


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


What's up for discussion?


Let me get you open...


We can lay down later.


And I don't hurt my friends. Unless they deserve it.


You joking? Goblins sell the best prisoners - cheap, quiet, and eager to be elsewhere.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


I do.


Yes, I have eyes. Keep away from me!


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


Mutatis mutandis!


K'chakhi! We are training to fight ghaik. You think they will hesitate?


No matter how long I live, I will always strive to remain a keen pupil. Only a fool would think he could drink in all knowledge until none is left. There is always more - nature's tapestry is infinitely complex.


She's leaving? Laridda will be heartbroken.


Not the best company to be sharing. Blessedly, their god's remained quiet to us.


Whatever I said about your kind before, trust I'll never accuse you of being boring.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


A wonderful one indeed - but your deeds loom larger than life now, my friend. You simply must have a title to match.


Ugh. He won't listen, <i>and</i> he's too fast to catch. Stupid dog.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Falling<br>Var 2


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Time for some bloody work.


Hells - as if the targets on our backs weren't already plain enough.


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


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Under pressure.


A tragedy. Worse than that - a crime.


Each one alone would be a formidable enemy.


Tunnels under the Open Hand Temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is jotted down alongside them.


Best be on my way.


I think... I'm dying.


You never know where your next meal will come from - unless you carry it with you, that is.


Nowhere but here. I don't quite think I know where anywhere else is anymore.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Brace yourself!


I did have a key to give you, but it seems a groping paw has taken it off me. If you slipped it away during our romp, I admire your flexibility.


'Aggression'.


<i>Of all the ways I thought this might end...</i>


Interesting bottle. Looks expensive.<br>


Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.


<i>Rather them than potential future allies... like you.</i>


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


*Orpheus - no longer just a story, but a reality. Gith's son lives.*


This plane is full of disturbing creatures.


Another fun, dingy hole I've been thrown into.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


It's a sussur tree - absorbs magic.


Effort


Wait - you're the one who attacked me! What the hells are you playing at?!


He's gone, Arka.


He muttered a bunch of excuses, but I wasn't having it. He has one job - deliver my post. So do it!


Absolute spared me from the poisonin'. Must love me best.


<i>What will you do? Now that you have a life of your own to live?</i>


Hurt Critical


I'm sure she at least stuffs her fingers in her ears to muffle my invocations.


Ahhh! It's the devil from the Devil Shop come out to get us!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


C'mon, then. <i>Try me.</i>


This shall empower you.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Voco araneae!<br>v3


The shapeshifter - Orin the Red. She seized me from our camp, bore me here to Bhaal's enclave.


A little magic never hurt.


Effort v12


But hey. Anything could happen in the meantime. <i>Optimism</i>, right?


It's wet, it's salty, it stinks of the sea! Try the catch of the day!


Well. We stood by Astarion and defeated the last obstacle to his reign as the vampire lord of Baldur's Gate.


We need to get out of here - before it's our turn.


Well. You, <i>and</i> a certain miniature giant space hamster. But mostly you, true.


Hm. All right.


If it managed to murder a group of Sharrans, we had better watch our step.


Well - yes. Why d'ya bloody think I'm here?


To the helm. Come!


*Your magic erupts, violent and powerful, but is snuffed out by the sussur flower - vanishing like embers in the wind.*


Dying


The truth is the truth - we trust our readers to make up their own minds.


<i>Busy, busy, busy...</i> Huh? You still standing there gawking? Shove off!


Scratch really gave that ball life.


C'mon, you lot, hop it before he changes his mind!


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


Maybe I should... no, this is good.


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Dying Burning<br>v2


Two steps at a time.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


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


*As you turn to leave, you realise the other child does too. She looks nervous.*


Your record is clean, citizen Fluffington. Keep it that way and enjoy your visit to Baldur's Gate.


My energy's draining. The shadows are taking their toll.


Yeesh. That's got to be bad luck.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Take more care.


Very good.


...Jaheira? I... do not understand.


I'm sure there's better things you could find to read.


For you.


Doesn't matter because it was the WRONG CRIME. You didn't steal what you came for.


So Gortash is nothing more than a pile of flesh, same as the rest of us.


I've been thinking on all that you learned below. If you've caught your breath, we ought to discuss our next steps.


You seem a kind soul. Our temple is open to you - walk well.


To receive the Blessing of Bhaal... I lie awake each night, in this sleepless scab of a form... dreaming of what it would have been like.


Not a great improvement, but at least they didn't mutilate me.


Let's end this.


Now, cub. Solitude is a wonderful thing, but not <i>too</i> much. Come downstairs and fight with your sisters.


Ugh, I'm sorry - I shouldn't tease you - or myself. I'd give anything to touch you, but I can't. Not until I can be sure I won't burn you.


*A feeling of belonging stirs within you - a fold in reality, a pocket of the Astral Plane.*


I'm a bit busy at the moment. We'll talk later.


Nice boat - I wonder what it's doing here?


To the task.


Another trick up my sleeve.


The stink of that place might never wash out.


Hey, Shaddy, got a quick question about the best way to treat an infernal burn.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


Glad Nestor sorted out those trapped toys - nasty business, that.


These tadpoles came from beneath the tower. If we use them, we'll deny the cultists of their power.<br>


It is no silver sword, but that chair leg may be a useful weapon.


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


Nothing left of the original raiding party but bones. Shame.


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


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Light steps.


YOU DO NOT WANT TO ANGER ME!


No more wasted blood.


Pigeon feathers? I'd wager the postmaster's lost a member of his flock.


I understand perfectly. I have never seen anything so clearly.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Well, that'd certainly spice up this evening.


Th-they didn't hide it. I don't think they even kn-know it exists.


You. You are a very beautiful person.


Ha! Quite. Well, now that... wait, you're not serious?


We are losing time. You must guide me to the Neurocitor, before the Banites send reinforcements.


Whatever the Absolute tells me to. Don't worry - She loves you. I can tell.


You will too, Karlach. I know it. Until then, I'm here every step of the way.


They want... and want... and want. I merely... give.


It's Cazador.


Ah, Yenna. Poor child deserved better.


I share my talents, and you reward me with this rotten tripe?


Oh... yes. When the time comes, it'll be nothing but battle cries from me.


*You've misplaced the rune, it seems.*


Et alibi!


First, the pick. Then the boot.


*He freezes, waiting on your next word.*


This cannot, must not, shall not be - he HEE. You must open her tomb in the Open Hand Temple, posthaste. She may bless us, even beyond the veil!


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Halsin... he's dead. No chance of lifting the curse now.


You must have questions.


The shadow curse will soon be forgotten, thanks to us.


Nothing.


Yes! Now we're talking.


What do you want from me, sympathy? Get back to lurking in alleyways where you belong.


*The blood in your head thrums and pounds.*


I hope you're happy.


One of them I know. Lord Enver Gortash - an arms dealer and a slaver. A worshipper of Bane, the god of tyranny.


Keep trying! There's got to be <i>something </i>that'll open this!


Whatever you need to tell yourself, woman.


Heh. You are shaking, dear one. And now is not the time for a brave face.


Hmm, let's see...


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


Let's clean this up.


Softer than a whisper.


One of thy hirelings waits in thy camp.


Damn knots...


I'll get you fit as a fox.


Lucretious: ringmaster, necromancer, Bringer of the Night - oh, and wine-lover extraordinaire. It's a pleasure, darling.


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


Does your species release airborne pheremones upon beginning the courtship dance, Wyll?


Customers... only...


The time is almost upon us.


There's a party on. Celebratin' a raid, we are. You'll need to wear our war colours.


A Harper would never leave their stash exposed like that... unless it's a trap.


Now, let's get some rest? The sooner we start tomorrow, the better our chances of keeping this hypothetical.


<i>I can feel the brain - and not to be obvious, but it's hungry for power.</i>


I think they're dragon marks. Better keep an eye out.


Our cause is just and righteous, friend. That's all the luck we need.


And with Ketheric Thorm dead, the shadows he unleashed are soon to be gone.


Karlach's fallen at last. Tonight, the people of the Coast can breath easier.


Gotta be done. Let's go.


Twit, twat, twerp.


In the meantime, tear every brick out if you have to. If it doesn't come, we must find evidence of its whereabouts.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


For Jaheira!


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


What did she even do? I bet nobody knows. I didn't see her do anything wrong.


*You drift away from the camp, hunting for anything with a pulse.*


Kiai<br>Var 3


My pleasure. Before you go - there's something I need to tell you.


Let's see.


Minimus!


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


Jar's dead. I can't explain it any other way.


Beautiful. And terrifying.


*A deep sigh resonates within you. The torrent stills, only disturbed by the dragon's next words.*


Hur!


'Die' in the ritual? Whatsoever are you speaking of? We are going to cheat undeath.


Until, if ever, we meet again.


You possess great strength of will, to resist the lure of such powers as Cazador sought to wield.


Ch... cheeze... cheers!


Oddly brazen, for a rat. We should just move along.


Perhaps that's why you don't understand. You've never known what it truly means to be <i>free</i>. To be tracking prey in the wild...


Fresh meat.


Damn. You knocked him clean out.


Victory v2


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Listen here.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


This promises to be an amusing spectacle, and the accused is guilty of offending my ears at the very least.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Not just any orthon. Master is the darkest of desire. None compare to him.


I'd rather have you by my side, but this is the only way.


The crèche cannot be far from where you met Voss. We must go there immediately.


Listen, sweetheart - I'm sure you meant well. You want to help? Open your coinpurse.


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


Dead flesh and bone rendered into a foul art form.


Crispy. Pity.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


PainPretend<br>var 3


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Hurt Critical


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Besides - first I must survive what waits in that house. One terror at a time, hm?


Deure!


It matters not, for you have entered empty-handed. Your sentence is decreed.


A Sharran structure, going by the design.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


This is Mol's eyepatch - what's become of her?


A Sharran.


We will have to do this the hard way. Scour the area and hunt them down, then report back to me.


Soon. First, come and be witness as I make history as the first Archduke of Baldur's Gate.


Lathander, god of dawn and renewal.


Goblins. Druids. This grove is a death trap.


Something's rotten about this.


<i>Hmm.</i> Lady Pox.


Even less to be said than before, friend. Don't allow me to eat up your time.


Perhaps not the thing you'll be remembered for, but a fine quality nonetheless. Adds a certain mystique, I think.


At last, you see sense. Fetch your reward and leave us. Do not come back.


PainTeeth<br>var 1


We have the upper hand - do your work, Flesh!


My patience is wearing.


Maledicte es!<br>v2


We will carry your light, Majesty. We are happy to serve...


The pride of Baldur's Gate.


Don't be nickin' the best loot for yerself.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


This ugly bastard is the first human I ever killed.


The path to Ansur needs 'a true hero's spark'? Would they accept a 'morally-questionable hero's spark'?


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


*The engravings resemble githyanki scripture.*


Don't even joke about it. Bad enough that he's haunting our camp, with his cryptic asides and his... overall mustiness...


Effort v2


Effort v10


Sphaera mortis!


How did you... well, you're a sharp one. Most still believe it's a fairy tale - I know I did, once.


I thought my luck had run out for a moment. Trap must be disarmed.


Help underway.


I'll help.<br>


Omnia mutantur!


Hells. The great wyrm is nothing but bone and memories.


I am the defender of the weak, I am the stalker of devils -


Seems odd that the gith set up base in an abandoned monastery.


Where to next?


Drowcraft armour. No magic left, though - sun's too bright.


... fisherman... lost here...


Closed Mouth Effort v8


*That phrase - the drow dialect. 'The best knife is the unseen one.' You know it. You've heard it many times, you're sure.*


Are we prepared for Raphael's fury? We will survive the hells through strategy, not strength.


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. The stones look alive, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


To the rescue.


No, no! KARLACH!<br>


I'm sure enough. This is how the mind flayers breed. We host their spawn, and once they're ready, they'll tear right through us.


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


Never saw a coin quite like this. Fancy.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


We can't beat them, and I sure as hell don't want to join them. Let's fall back.


*Disguised among the decorative elements, you notice a familiar arcane engraving.*


Enough jiggling! We will find this brain, and Boo will teach it to <i>sit.</i>


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


Now leave.


*The snake hisses, its intentions unclear.*


Don't give up yet.


There has been enough misery. No, we will find some other way.


In any case, don't blame yourself. Mystra can be a fickle mistress. Coy to a tee.


No offence to my old friend, but it's <i>you </i>I have been dying to see.


This should do the trick!


Where you, chicken?


I chose the winning side. All will be well, I am sure.


I can't lose you.


Entirely different! That was foul only in its smells, and the way our water tasted. But it was <i>home.</i>


Hey - there's something beyond here. No way of getting through from this pit, though.


Memorised a bunch of sad stories on her behalf, did you?


That wouldn't be wise. Even if you managed to get it off of me, do you really think your kin would welcome you with open arms?


But... fine. As you will. My own plans lie ruined back in that inn, amidst the corpses of my Harpers.


Hurt


Load of dwarf dung, if you ask me. Not turning my back on Laduguer.


These wounds aren't from a weapon - they're from a horn.


I knew full well not to trust those Flaming Fist. Jaheira should know better.


I get the feeling we've got a long road ahead of us. I hope we find you some answers along the way.


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


I've given you the tools you need to take her down - but I need a favour. When she dies screaming?


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


How-


*Nature seeks balance, yet in Kagha you see more shadow than light.*


Now if all our roles are clear, answer me. What is your true purpose?


We are Clan Lur. Xanta is not.


That pin... she was a Harper. Strange place for her to be, even if a drow.


Likewise. Arabella?


Why, I'm practically an expert. They've <i>tentacles</i>, you know. Quite shocking.


Best of all, we'll join him. His loyal servants - walking in the light as living vampires. We'll be free, brother.


Interferin' gutsack! Kill him!


You've left me craving something I may never again taste.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


This is our chance to find out how much this devil bleeds.


Easy... just toss it over.


<i>This is it - its will is weakening!</i>


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


Should leave here before master gets lost again.


Let's have a look at myself...


Caeco te!


The master is pure. His palace must be pure. No stain. No smudge. No taint. Pure.


Pity we interrupted them.


Ah, there it is - that shiver. Our little brain-worms have made fast friends, it would seem.


Hang on. I'll set you free.


I'll try to keep my fire a gentle throb.


*In memory of Lanibert Figg, survived by his debtors.*


Tell me what you know. The Absolute will reward us with such power if we find this place.


I'll be here, waiting for the sunrise.


We need to leave. You're not supposed to be here - she'll be furious.


Quickly now.


You going to eat with us today?


Cazador's got this staff - it controls the doors. If you get it, you can set everyone free. <i>If </i>you get it... somehow...


Very funny. But as we all know, nymphs are sticklers when it comes to their bathing routines. You, my friend, haven't been near a fresh spring in a tenday or more.


What in the Nine Hells did I just tell you?!


*Hiss!*


The shapeshifters' key fits! They guard their undergarments jealously, eh Boo?


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


This does not belong to me.


I want you, too.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


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


You need patching up.


Get to the Crown, and cast the spell. We'll see off the enemies!


Te video!


Only thy leader may banish hirelings.


*His eyes dart back and forth as he sniffs the air. He can't see them anymore, but he can smell them. Many, many strangers.*


Be careful... Whatever she has planned, I don't think she'll shed any tears if you were a casualty along the way.


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


Sine metu!


What? Oh yeah. 'Go for the heart.'


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


All right, all right, calm down. I don't wants no trouble.


Who's the stubborn one now?


My love, sweet Fireliia. I can explain everything.


Ragzlin says to clobber some skulls, you better be ready to clobber some skulls.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Damn. That shade knocked me right back to the start.


The very heart of my dilemma! You are the do-er of deeds, I the mere chronicler.


Locked. No keyhole, though - what gives?


What's in here?


I can't hold it any longer!


If she does come back, I'm sticking her with my potato knife. Hard. She won't take me again.


It looks so small from here.


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


Frange! v2


I'd be rather enjoying this journey, were I not wracked with pain.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


No, you're right Boo. That is a stupid, stupid name.


*The duergar listens to your tall tale. Though sceptical of the more suspect details, they seem amused enough by the story.*


What just happened?


What lies within?


The druids are threatening to kick us out, but goblins swarm the roads. If we leave, we're dead. If we stay, we're dead.


A wasted journey. The Hells can be seen <b>right here</b>.


Ad lapidem!


*This is a bust of the god Bane as he first appeared to Gortash in dreams, and was then described to a Rivington sculptor.*


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


Shadowheart's true nature won out in the end, no matter how much Shar tried to bury it. It gladdens my heart to see a family reunited.


I heard <i>his </i>name whispered. The rock shivers from the sound. The Ketheric Thorm.


I'll get you out of there.


I think we have to put you down, though, dear one.


I suppose your inane spewings have distracted enough from my lesson.


Risum teneatis?


I hope they make some commemorative stuff for Duke Gortash's big day - maybe a chapbook or a poster. I'll buy them all!


Take me with you!


Then I'll welcome you as a friend - if and when they get here.


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


The damn thing's pickled himself with booze - will he even feel pain?


It's no use. Can't reach him like this.


<i>--kneel--</i>


Lord Death, guide my hand!


Carry on. My duty is to my Lord.


Sniff<br>var 1


Te absolvo!


You won't be waiting long.


Well, there's only one way to know for sure.


It brings me no pleasure saying this, my friend, but such is Mystra's will. Yours must be the sacrifice that will undo the Absolute. And for your sacrifice, you will be redeemed - such is Mystra's promise.


Here we go again.


<i>Ssssshhhh. </i>This place listens. It <i>knows.</i>


Heh - I'm not about to enlist a goblin's help, thanks very much.


A bloodied ring. It's hardly an elegant piece, so either the killer had taste, or theft wasn't the motive.


Venustior!


She came all the way to this world, just to die here.


Treme!


We can leave the kneeling and praying to the rest. The Nightsinger prefers a more active form of devotion. An act of wickedness, carried out in her name, followed by a feast.


Just the sound of his name makes my blood boil - probably literally. Can't stand the fucker. Ding ding.


Ouch. That will need some healing.


Darling, I would love to take a break from this, but do you see where we are? I can't just stroll to our camp from here now, can I?


AGH! Something has been... drained. I feel like slab of bloodless beef.


I'll cut yer throat!


Kick 'em all out!


Relieved. Drained. Proud of myself, for summoning the courage to go to her in the first place. And, if I'm being totally honest - a bit light-headed.


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


Hells - I know that voice. Wyll? In Tymora's name, what happened to you?


Hideous trinket. Lacking in function or taste.


Cudo! v3


Good lad. You're tougher than Blackwood.


Now please, I need to get these swords sharpened, or <i>sa'varsh</i> will sharpen them on me.


Together you could save those stolen from us and help your companion destroy his old master. We would all be free.


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


You'd interrupt me for something like that? Just rub a bit of aloe on.


He almost broke my arm this morning when I tried to feed him soup.


Never wanted the easy path.


What's this mess? Can't make heads or tails of it.


*You open the book to the first page, with its shifting glyphs and strange whispers.*


Hey, soldier. I'm getting a little nervous. We're getting further and further from those pricks who were hunting me.


Is this the first time I've caused a child's death?


Recovered <br>V3


<i>Phlar Lolth ssinssrickla.</i>


Still blocked - but should be easy enough to clear.


Falling<br>Var 2


Pus-supping maggot.


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


That's one shadow monster dead.


Don't mind if I do.


I trust him to know what he's doing. To know how far to go for Mystra. I just hope he knows he doesn't need her favour to be fucking fantastic.


Flagra!


Doesn't work.


Knowing and doing are two different beasts. And one is a hell of a lot harder than the other.


Invoco te!<br>v2


SmileClosed<br>var 2


But... but I still feel it. What about that? I guess... that doesn't count?


Luskan, City of Sails, at the far north of the Sword Coast, in the shadow of the Spine of the World.


A single mortal soul... tossed as the errant coin. So it shall be.


The magic's been dispelled from that book on flumphs. Let's see what's inside.


I found so many victims for Cazador here. They're the kind of people no one would ever miss.


You - did? That's amazing. Join up with me; let me do you a favour in return.


Just this once.


Dying Burning<br>v6


I have a friend who may be able to assist.


Well, now that we know what it is, I suggest we leave it well alone.


Do not worry - Chef Roveer's eyes will be kept peeled for murdering types.


Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. Maybe it doesn't matter.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Cloakwood... Shadow Druids? Kagha, have you lost your mind?!


I have to go. The enemy is closing in. I will be back.


<i>...it appears local heroes frequent the tavern. Why? Only the gods can know. </i>


Will you now? Don't take too long. You're not the only tasty morsel here.


Tyr take it! This tin toy may decide to go off duty, but we still have a job to do.


Text is too faded. Doesn't tell me who was worshipped here.


See you around.


How good it is to see you again, Ketheric. At last you've found a god-master that suits you, it seems.


'Only in magma destroyed'. Whatever's protecting that forge, it'll take some fierce heat to crack it.


*You've clearly walked into some kind of ceremony, but it's nothing that you recognise.*


Argh! I feel... lighter, somehow. Like something's been taken.


We believed we were all victims of the cult of the Absolute, but now we learn that one of us was an architect of this grand religious hoax.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


No more blood. No more killing. Just this, please.


Now run along - before I start taking you seriously.


Are you out of your <i>mind</i>? You can't snap your fingers and expect the impossible!


I won't keep you waiting.


Damned right I do.


The Gate was my hunting ground. I might be responsible for some of these.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


I can't forge a weapon without starting a fire.


*Tolna may prefer to whisper, but it's her silence now speaking volumes. These books will never be for sale.*


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


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Lookin' at a future True Soul, you are. Boss Ragzlin says I'm next in line!


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


Damn it. Is this what critics mean when they call art 'dangerous'?


I'll have to make up some good news for your dear mother, then. I'm going home, Gale. To look after Mrs Dekarios, and to remind you that there are people waiting for you in Waterdeep.


Voco vineae!


Not all right, man. Should've told us you were a bloodsucker.


No time for chatter.


There you are. And be careful who you show that to. It might draw the wrong kind of attention.


There's tunnels everywhere - who would dig these? And why here?


*You recall nothing of how you ended up here, but your head pounds and aches.*


Sorry to bother you, mistress... got a message from the guards.


Thou art not the first to say as much.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


*The corpse does not respond.*


This guy's tryin' to poison us! Kill him!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


That was fun! I want to stomp more of the small, dirty two-legs.


Dying Burning<br>v5


*Ketheric is defeated, the path ahead clear. You should be elated, but the sight of the land you leave behind does nothing to alleviate your sorrow.*


Hm. Sealed tighter than a Thayan's heart.


You! Get me out of this damn thing!


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


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


Harpers - now is the time!


Spill more blood in our camp without reason, and I'll make you fear more than just yourself.


I'm not Gortash. I don't want to instil fear, I want to instil hope. Hope for a bountiful future, hope for a life free of tyranny and torment -


Stop them. Free me.


You won't deny me.


Hah! No, Boo, the Iron Throne we once battled through was built by the docks, not beneath them.


Recovered <br>V3


Don't worry about it.


There is yet one thing about you that troubles me, though. Something I need you to explain.


Agents... of Grand Design... Heretics...


I was lying down with a headache when that rumbling from the harbour practically threw me to the floor. Swear to Sune.


Clan's got a cult-army on its hands thanks to you. So pay up. I'll take gold - or your head.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


It's over. I'm done with this and I'm done with you.


The Titan will kill you. It will kill us all.


Happy to oblige.


We'll prove him wrong.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


I thought it'd be different here - that people would help us.


A bed made of corpses. Disgusting <i>and</i> uncomfortable.


I've... almost... got it...


Damn, it's good to be alive.


Then you're a stronger soul than I. I at least have had <i>time </i>to prepare that high-minded little speech. Still, if your faith ever wavers:


Rally.


Ain't polite to stare, worm-wart. If you ain't got the guts to get branded, clear off.


They are jealous of Your gift, Majesty. But You gave it to us. And we always keep it close.


Gods, I'm alive. Thought that mind flayer would kill me.


If you think iron bars will be enough to contain you, I fear you'll be in for a rather nasty shock. It's your mind that is your greatest asset, always has been. That's the one I'd watch.


Of course. Got some interesting stock for a friend of the family.


Truly my finest work yet.


And I'm sure we both care about you. I can't speak for Shadowheart, but for me... I want all of you. Or... whoever comes next.


Take my hand.


<i>You're burning up, soldier. Take cover!</i>


Orin shows her self at last. She will have been watching us since we entered the city - and she can hide in any form.


Shadowheart? You all right?


Ouch. Well-earned.


Pretty, whatever it is. But if you're seeking to court me, I'm afraid I'm busy.


Heed the General's word. He is not only Her champion, but one of Her prophets as well.


But what does it mean?


Baldur's Gate... Born and bred...


<i>I can consume his thoughts, his knowledge, his brain. His powers. The process would kill him.</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Baretha - see that her skull is split and the tadpole crushed, on Vlaakith's command.


Flagello!


I take no joy in this.


All the way from Thay. Jewels and gems, probably - one's still in there.<br>


I'll take that.


But you live, and her blood is returned to me. You are my Chosen.


What is it?


It is as you say. <i>Ssifisv</i> - Teela, to me.


*You recognise the feathered creature - it's the owlbear cub you rescued.*


Ghaik. Death is too kind a fate.


Looks like an ambush.


Oi, guv! In here, PLEASE! LET US OUT!


The scent of hops and barley is most persistent here, even after all this time.


In your cage, Aylin.


Please, don't hurt me. I know you don't want me but - give me a chance.


<i>How you mean to make the city bow to you and you alone.</i>


Can't say I've heard of those.


<i>Bah</i> - a worrying sign. The work of the parasite, I shouldn't wonder.


Then my misery becomes another's! More fear, more pain, more <i>memories!</i>


Look, I'm going to write this piece with or without your input. It'll be <i>much </i>more accurate if you answer my questions.


Hmmm...


In your case, it's practically a vital organ. Though the veil seems to lift that little bit every day, and I just see... you.


I'm slipping away. Help.<br>


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I've got something special for you.


He stole everything, even his precious rules.


Dark magic... terrible ritual...


His body is chained to that spirit for eternity. I forged the links myself.


*He needs them to run willingly to their deaths, thinking they stand a chance against their master.*


HEADS WILL ROLL


Three.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


Does my immortality vex you?


The <i>greater good</i>, Karlach. Something I wouldn't expect you to understand.


It's full.


Good luck - you could be waiting a while if you're just joining.


Glad to have you back with us, Gale. The group would be poorer without your insights - and your company.


Maybe not the best time.<br>


Go slowly, this place is dangerous.


It'd be no different. We might trek all the way there and hear the same? "No refugees."


Forget it - it's jammed.


These bears are perfect little assassins, disguised as innocent toys. It would be a pity if any found their way into children's hands.


These wretches should be put to use building new homes, not occupying those that already exist.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


You should talk to Gauntlet Dain. She's in charge.


*The captive's mouth is still, yet her voice is clear.*


All you have to do is lead me to Cazador. I can handle him once we get there.


Freeing Mizora... I can only hope that is a kindness we do not come to regret.


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


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


Retrace your steps all the way back to the cradle and your mother's womb if you have to. FIND THE HAMMER.


A dead end by the looks of it - but what a view!


Heh - that explains the infernal plate I found. Perhaps you might have use of it.


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


*You are helpless as it explores your very being. It knows the secrets of your yearning heart.*<br>


No. You do not stink as much as we like... but you will do. FEED!


Best hope all this wine makes me forget what you tried to do.


Ah. I understand your malfunction.


I'll get you right in no time.


I trust the request was denied? We need to look to our own defences until the danger has passed.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


He is... brutal. Cares for nothing... except... his daughter...


That did the trick.


Go on, enjoy yourself. But if any of them sleep past noon they're getting left behind.


In Bhaal's name.


Oh come on, you have to be at least a little impressed by the craftsmanship. There's only so much you can do with wood.


Just about?


And you will never have to, if you listen to me.


In Her name, Her design.


((*Sovereign. she has come. she is here*))


What's it doing? It's not going to eat them, is it?


When we joined battle for the last time, I did not want to presume we would survive. To feel your touch again seemed like a distant dream. That made last night all the sweeter.


They name themselves 'Chosen', but they are slavers. They will use me to bind this world...


Yes. Father Bhaal mated with a true dragon. Pray one day you have the honour of doing the same.


They're gonna burn this pretty camp for the glory of the Absolute and 'ang ya by yer guts.


Pay attention.


General Ketheric's advisor went off on a field trip - Z'rell's in charge 'til he gets back.


I don't think they were in the gazette, mate. This is why you've <i>got</i> to read it.


Wait. There's another way. You know what's waiting for me - nothing but oblivion. This could be my last good deed.


Aw. Hugs and kisses when we get back to Moonrise then, yeah?


Wait. <i>Elevated gyroscopes, triple-set quadropecs. </i>No - it can't be.


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


So take the bomb. Just in case I'm right, and you're wrong.


Missing - 'Jagoda', 'Rascal' - oh dear. Those bloodied collars make a lot more sense now...


Nothing personal? You betrayed us!


With Lia... and Cal. They are brother and sister. But I am... not blood.


You think I can't sniff the secrets hidden in your pretty skull? What you seek. What you need.


Text is too faded. Doesn't tell me who was worshipped here.


An' I didn't want to be stuck moppin' up nosy trespassers like you.


Try not to die up there.


Oh. Does that happen very often?


Morere!


I hope you learned your lesson, young man!


I'd be a fool if it didn't. I know the stories - doomed to shed my skin, become illithid. And there's no coming back.


Obey, and be forgiven.


You're being watched. Remember that before you do something foolish.


Malleus! v3


I can barely see!


This'll be mean.


Zhentarim! To arms!


*In all the years you've known Elminster, he's never once questioned his goddess' wisdom. For him to do so now... there must be something to this.*


Wherever you need me.


This is a bad idea.


Non fit injura!


This looks just like the key in the flophouse. Curious.


Follow the pigeon entrails, find the postmaster's letters. Gods, from arch mage to this...


Snore
zzZzz


Let's get you on your feet.


The Treefather's words spoken with a devil's forked tongue.


The resident favours their favourites. Satisfy them, and they may put in a good word on your behalf.


The hag's lair. She must've had dealings in the Underdark.


I did what I had to do. And I won't hear a word about it from you or anyone else.


But Thorm  - he is made of pure hate. The Sword Coast will rejoice when the bastard's fallen.


Poor fellow. We should've left well enough alone.


I hope your goddess is pleased.


So, you persuaded Lae'zel to stay true to Vlaakith? To keep loving her chains.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


You did the right thing. If the Absolute ever takes my mind again, I hope you will end me as quickly.


There was magic within this mirror once... <i>consuming </i>magic. But it's shattered, now.


Wait. First, report to our <i>Kith'rak</i>, she might have need of you.


I heard you mumbling that line to yourself earlier - it needs more work.


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


That must have hurt.


Take our gift and be known. May I not be the last monster you vanquish.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Like it here. Warm fire, Scratch reminds me of big brother.


Fiend! Bloodspiller! Unworthy wretch! Attack one, and you make foes of <i>ALL!</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


I never met Zevlor, but the way his people spoke of him... hatred, but grief as well. For the man they thought he was.


Canto te!<br>v2


We are so close...


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


*Honesty from a criminal - how refreshing. It won't stop you being arrested, though.*


Gods... We made it! We actually <i>made it</i>!


Such misplaced camaraderie. How about this - surrender this one to me, now, and you can leave freely, and consider Lady Shar's forces your allies in the battles to come.


Break the wall and go - if the tieflings can't keep up, it's their problem.


Shit.


No duergar built this fort. They don't have the imagination.


((*...so long as you remember that it is the song of <b>Glut</b>*))


The inking is rough - a work in progress, surely.


I can fawn over my face later.


Is that what Nine-Fingers was doing, earlier? Wasting Guild time with this Stone Lord business?


<i>Once we cross into the elder brain's domain, there will be no turning back. </i>


*You were spotted sabotaging a trap. There's a word for those who try that. Dead.*


Attack


I am way too big for a hole that tiny.


A spawn rises up to kill their master - a tale as old as time, it seems.


That's one strange mushroom - I think I'll stay clear.


Not so bad as burning goblin will, I'd wager.


My name is known to those who matter. So is my discretion.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


You cannot <i>possibly</i> comprehend what happened here today. Just be grateful you hold the Chosen's favour.


I came here with the wizard Dhourn. He vowed to share his fortunes in exchange for protection.


I'm coming for you!


Wish I had my book back - think it was one of your mates who took it.


Horns from an honest-to-hells war devil! My, my.


*This individual doesn't seem particularly fond of you. Perhaps a gift would improve their sentiment.*


Doesn't work.


Destroy them, and quickly. We need to find my father!


What's done is done.


I'm afraid you'll find me more difficult to ruffle than that.


Of course Rolan isn't here - <i>of course.</i>


Frange!


Must be what that kid was talking about.


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


... Filro... Dhourn... each held knowledge... none... would share...


Gladly.


What did the postmaster say? Danzo, isn't it?


And how are you this morning, my blood-thirsty friend?


Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting.


Ominous, yet austere. This place has its charms.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Whisper your command.


You stole the words from my mouth.


My life's bleeding away. This curse, it's - it's too much.


The battle won't be won down here.


Looks like there was a struggle here.


No way through - in this form, at least.


You know monsters better than anyone. Can't you look in my eyes and see I'm not a devil?


More sahuagin - and so close to the city, too. What drew them here?


Well, the price ain't changed. Pockets deep enough?


Yes, light. Before we are consumed entirely.


We weren't exactly on holiday, Rolan.


What path lies before me?<br>


Weak


Hello. And goodbye.


She told me to decide your fate, to determine if you are worthy. If you are, I am to send you into Her embrace, at the seat of her power.


Hurt Critical


I admire your audacity... but it'll be the death of you. Ketheric had an army of corpses and a crumbling tower. I have a city and an army of steel.


Straj.


Corpses - arranged with some intent.


Oh, dear, the bottle's empty. Let's have another and talk about it.


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


The skull of a ghargatula. I only wish it were alive - to slay such a fiend would be a fine thing indeed.


<i>Freak? If only you knew... but why conceal it? You may as well see for yourself. </i>


Show no mercy.


*Psionic energy radiates from the prisoners, but they do not react.*


Hark! A dung golem!


Prove me right. Fight alongside me against a mad mage one more time.


Refugees, adventurers, and even a drow! No one in years and suddenly we're overwhelmed.<br>


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


Careful - that sounds like a threat. And people who threaten the Fist end up in jail - or dead.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Tremendous. Stoney, darling, let us put this towards our getaway in the Moonshae Isles!


That's a load of shit. But you know what? Vengeance can wait. And I have other priorities today.


...and I along with it.


This... isn't meant for my sort of stomach. Bluh.


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


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Let's think twice before getting grabby in the future, yeah?


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


Where are you from where there are no <i>cats</i>, by the by?


Poor creature. I hope it can follow my scent to camp.


Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


*Your mind turns to the future. Where will you go, and how will you feed? Can you ever find stability stuck in the skin of a monster?*


I've never heard something so beautiful...


The goblins may be gone, but it cost Master Halsin his life...


Oh yes.


Talking to the victims' corpses was clever, but I don't know if Valeria will accept that testimony.


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


We will wait, True Soul. But only a little <i>longer</i>. Come!


The Dead Gods only know where these roaches stowed Halsin.


Origin Extra: Dying


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


Well... yes.


Ugh, what's that smell? It's enough to cripple a kraken.


The Absolute's forces have marched forth. Baldur's Gate is in danger.


Lost your footing, have you?


You are lucky to have left that anger behind.


At least we found Father Lorgan's killer. Doesn't make me rest that easy, though.


Mummy...<br>


Look here!


Besides, I'm not doing this for me. This is for the people I... we lost on the way here. It's important.


Inscrutable markings.


<i>The Crown of Karsus...?</i> No, Gale - it's for the best that I know. I trust there's no need to remind you what came of Karsus? His folly humbled a whole civilisation; no one seeks an encore of that.


C'mon, you're not picking a gift for your sweetheart - grab a blade!<br>


Anything to help.


Fate spins along as it should. Hast thou need of my services?


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


We'll be lucky if he doesn't start off with a cheap shot, I think.


And mind the goblin traps, unless you relish a spit-roasting.


You'll do so much worse, by the time I'm done with you.


<i>To feel the light of Corellon's bright star.</i>


Non compos mentis!


Tonight - Boo dines on foe-flesh.


'Spose the Manip had the right idea, letting you poke around. Good job finding those explosives.


What secrets does the aasimar promise to reveal, I wonder?


Open, damn you.


Why would you do a foolish thing like that? Really, Barcus.


Dalelands Dairy. <i>Ugh</i>. Is that - rotten cheese I smell?


These glyphs... I recognise them. The same as in the Necromancy of Thay.


Sorry?! You want me to be sorry for helping you gain more power than you've ever known?


Muddied prints. Well, we knew they teleported in from outside somehow.


Does this look like camp to you?


You know - that's an excellent idea! I should go straight to the source.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


A little demeaning to go running to your god after everything we've achieved, but if that's what it takes to survive...


*Here rests Patch, loyal dog of the Crivens family, taken along with his master. Good boy.*


Where's Shadowheart? I think she'll want a word.


It is what we need, all of us.


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


... I'm... I'm free.


C'mon Grush. There might still be a slurp o' ale to be had.


Oh, I've got a few ideas. I'll be running this whole place in no time.


You did well to alert me to Nina's folly. While loss is the price of living, it is a high cost for a child to pay. I will do my best to guide her.


The cleric who cast the Sending was wounded. Should I have sobbed on her shoulder?


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


Also - bit rich for <i>you</i> to tell me who I can or can't make deals with. All things considered.


That's different. You'd be surprised how easily Lady Shar can hide in plain sight. People go around blinkered, caught up in their own lives.


Snore
zzZzz


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


I feel safer already, having a bard around the camp.


Interesting-looking doll. Might give a child nightmares, if that's your goal.


We need to get out of here. There's a safe place - follow me.


Vos curo!<br>v3


To your side!


Demento te!<br>v3


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


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Up you get.<br>


And the worst part is, this isn't gonna stop. The hag knows about that damn book. What am I going to do?


My life was dismantled piece by piece. First my wife was taken - my <i>wife</i>! And then my beautiful daughter. My life was forfeit. Gone. Finished.


Weak


'Duke' Gortash - bloody hells. Like that slimy prick gives a rat's arse about us.


I think that was... a bulette! Never faced one. Not yet, anyway.


Gale is a better man than most, to choose what is right even after what Mystra asked of him.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Here we go again.


Can't you just heal yourself?


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Lice-ridden cur!


The bark is in place. Now what?


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


Necklace matches the sigil in that cave. The Harpers were busy.


It is exactly Karlach's concerns which concern Minsc. A berserker must enter battle with an empty mind.


Everytime I close my eyes, I can see... <i>it.</i>


Resarcio!


*...Gnolls can spawn from the corpses of dying hyenas.*


Don't worry - the drinks'll be served with the food. Just wish Holli was here to enjoy them...


Tormentum!


SmileOpen<br>var 4


Proceeding.


She's toying with me. What does she want?


All better?


*Another trial, for Lady Shar's initiates. This one would put their skills of stealth and infiltration to the test.*


So our half-elf ally's heart belongs to the shadows after all.


I'll give you one thing - you got a keen eye. Even <i>jarghs</i> have their uses.


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


There's nothing left.


I've been fighting it but I think you're right. Better that than that they start feeding off humans.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Ketheric's been studying something called the Apostle... but of which god?


You've done enough.


Yet they could not match your nerve today. It was enough to drive me to madness.


*Your vandalism has disturbed a guard. It appears you might be the next thing to get broken.*


You must be imagining it.


Stand down! Kagha has misled you!


I've been tracing the scars on my back with my fingers, trying to read them by touch, but I can't. They may as well be written in Rashemi.


I've removed one of these buggers before - but it's a touch tricky.


Go away!


You will keep your distance, Steel Watcher. You are malfunctioning. Report to the Steel Watch Foundry for immediate dismantling.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


I almost reached the end before they drove me out. And drove me all but mad.


It could be. Or perhaps the orb's hunger was fuelled by my own, and my contentment influences it in much the same way.


May he rest in shadow.


And you will be with us when the time comes. It's fate, written in your very flesh.


The Astral Plane. Mortals such as we are not meant for this place. We must tread carefully.


You should destroy them. Get rid of every rotten part of him.


Go on, then. Lay a hand upon my shoulder, and I shall be free.


*Deep in your trance it all feels vividly real again - the jagged cuts of the 'needle' he used on you, the shapes he traced into your flesh. You can almost tell what he's writing.*


... do you know how many years we spent searching? Studying? For you to simply <i>stumble</i> on it?


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


Plue!


First they took Duke Stelmane, now they've taken Lord Gortash. Count on it - the Flaming Fist will make those Absolute bastards pay.


Give flesh. Now!


Give it to me NOW.


Jammed.


Goblin tracks. And far too many of them too.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


You called for me, Master?


Deure!


She saved her parents from the perverse Shar's torture, and doth care for them at home. Some wounds are slow to heal, and some never will. But in their salvation she hath found her light.


Wyll - by the Maimed God, what's become of you?


Fine - I'll show you in. Nine-Fingers will give you orders.


We face a Netherbrain. For there to be one way to defeat it is unlikely enough. There will not be another.


I see tracks there - or footprints. That's worth a look.


'The Underused Underdark: Applications for Zurkhwood in Unlocking the Future of Subterranean Civilisations.'


Para bellum!


This equipment isn't for sale. It belongs to the Flaming Fist.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v2


Doni! I don't want to lock you outside, <i>please.</i>


We'll have to keep an eye out for more.


*'By claw and tooth, from root to thorn,
The Old Oak's grove, to wildlings sworn.'*


Father Lorgan's gone. Murdered - and now they're blaming a refugee for it.


Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. The druidic means to slow the ageing process.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Ugh - hold still, will you?


You are permitted to look upon me. You are invited to <i>kneel</i>.


Dying Panic Fall


You will. But not until then. Now please - I'd prefer to be alone with my regrets. Enjoy these vile revelries, if that's your inclination. It certainly isn't mine.


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


*Your Father's power stops your heart for one horrible, terrible moment, then starts it again with the lash of duty.*


*Once again, you feel your wisdom draining away. Hilarious! Or is it?*


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


Where did the djinni find this crap?


That depends - got any coin?


Para bellum!


The Black Mass - it will be his triumph. He'll complete the ritual and emerge the Vampire Ascendant.


No traps, please.


Instead, you came here and risked everything.


Off you go, then. I've always wanted to try those ballistas.


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


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


A spot of healing will help.


Seems the owner of this place is responsible for those explosive stuffed bears in the barn.<br>


Not me... that's cruel. It's... people.


Look at all those campfires. The Absolute's army? Better steer clear.


In a way, I suppose you will, vin'iisk.


Death


She will die, you will grieve, and then you will be alone.


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


By all means. Doubt you'll have much luck though.


Thank you - thank you so much.


You returned! And true to your word, our prodigal son stands before us.


Let me help.


Now get out of my sight. There is nothing more to be said.


Yet I still don't understand. Lia should be here.


You did? Very clever. Good job, yes. Here, you take this.


*This is not a creature easily cowed, but something in your display gives it pause.*


Voco araneae!<br>v3


As the Absolute's forces stalk ever closer, take solace in his brilliance and know that we will be protected!


Take me with you!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


*As the console bursts into life, a mind touches your own. Alien and full of desperate need - but fragmented, too.*


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Look at 'em - all that brawn and they're trembling like leaves.


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


And just when things were warming up.


With Baldur's Gate preparing for war, the Caress feels like the final flicker of a beautiful flame before darkness falls.


You, for instance, cannot. And so I fear we have nothing left to discuss.


A twice-played serenade to my ears, my tasty kibble. We have a bargain!


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


You'll want to take those boots to Sergeant Thrinn in the camp across the Ebonlake.


Is that so? Well, far be it for this doddering old arch mage to pry into another man's shopping bag.


A pleasure, as always.


I'll take that.


My foot! It moved! Thank you. Thank you so much.


Listen - the psionic detector. Githyanki are lurking nearby.


PainPretend<br>var 1


You killed the whole pack? Bloody hells.


Step in my domain while the tyrant still sucks air, and I will carve your failure into your pretty plaything's skull.


There's always something.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Buff


Something's alive down here. I'm not sure I want to meet it.


<i>You will see the world as I do - its truth, its devastating beauty. </i>


I am indebted... my liege.


But of course, those curious little marks. Something important to your master, no doubt, but what?


My arm's near hanging off after wise Zevlor left us to die at the gate.


*You see the slaughter of the tieflings again, but through <i>her</i> eyes. The delight of blood, the symphony of screams. Glorious.*


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Intellect devourers. A thinking man's worst nightmare.


Already turned quite the profit today, so I'm feeling generous.


It's a beautiful day, but gods, this <i>headache</i>.


Afterwards, people looked at us and just saw 'devilkin'. No different from the druids here, really.


In that case, I'll leave fighting them to you. So I can observe your technique.


So I wonder. If Minsc can be a villain, and Nine-Fingers a hero: must it be so with all creatures? Is there good and evil within us all?


Hey, soldier. You surprised me. For the best, I suppose. I was getting a little lost.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


He failed. Myconids killed him and his squad.


Not many would have it in them to do as you have.


They showed me how to fight with sword as well as spell, and gave me ample causes to wield them for. If I was not always the truest believer in every cause, well...


There you are.


<i>Wait. </i>I don't know what this thing is. All I know is that I've to get it to Baldur's Gate, at any cost. That's all I have for you.


All right...


Ocior!


*The stone is cold - the parasite within is unresponsive. It has nothing more to give you.*


Don't fancy getting my hands dirty. I need a shovel.


These gith are formidable - but not infallible. We can take them in battle, should it come to that.


Oh man, a soul coin? Wouldn't mind getting my hands on that...


Your man Tempus knows what he's talking about.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


You - you do whatever it is you do.


There's a puddle of blood on the floor as you walk in, careful, don't slip!


So it seems. I just need a minute, then we can go.


Can't say I love what they've done with the place.


Excellent!


Fly quick. Fly safe.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


You are wrong to consider another your equal.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


Checking it out.


A dead drow. Hardly a welcoming sight.


We're looking to get rid of these parasites for good - and ruin some bastards' days while we're at it. Sounds like your kind of venture.


Anyone who stands against Her - stands against <i>us</i> - is gonna wind up a slave or a corpse.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


There's a mark on that tree. How... intriguing.


Without her, everyone here - everyone scheming against General Ketheric - is done for.


<i>Stlarning</i> ship. It's trying to pin us in place!


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Hag can't have gone far.


Give it time. Give us time. This is a great deal to take on at once - for me as well.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Et alibi!<br>v3


If we must.


The tadpole is gone, which means your future is mine to decide.


I'd shake her hand, but she can still snap me in two, so... probably safest to skip it.


What a charmer.


Because my eyes burn from lack of sleep!


Such ignorance is unworthy of the Nightsinger's followers. Her church will be stronger once you are dead.


That wound looks bad.<br>


For the best. Death is too good for it.


I can't. I'm responsible for Baldur's Gate. She needs me - desperately, now more than ever. I can't abandon her.


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gale might be interested.


The disc is moving. Lady Shar has granted passage to the next step of her Gauntlet.


Keep the bastards off me!  I'll take care of the boat.


But somebody helped him out. Some diabolist with a loose sense of duty, and a hunger to be richer than Mammon.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


The whole structure is collapsing!


I guess you need this.


*Your lungs burn with the dry heat of the fires raging about you, but the pain is not enough to diminish your swing. One goblin after another falls to your blade.*


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


A replica devilish skull. Impressive, if a little out of place.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Hehee - methinks thou looks quite mirthful. Is all well with thee?


This way, then, hmmm, to your camp? Don't dawdle now, lad. You're the one who's in such a frightful hurry.


Gods know what else is down there and all.


I'm no expert, but that painting looks like it'd go for a nice sum.


And shouldered the cost to spare someone else a worse fate, I'd wager.<br>


These melodies...


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Smokepowder? No, no - you misheard...


The bricks are an illusion. What are they hiding?


Anything useful?


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


<i>You killed him?</i> Then it's too late... unless you can find a way to stop him resurrecting.


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


She was a high priestess of House Vandree. Beautiful, elegant, ruthless.


Oi! What you doin' with the alarm?


<i>But did you also see their weakness?</i>


As part of the special collection, that item is guarded by a masterword that even I do not know.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


How long do you think I can run? He has eternity to find me.


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


If you're hungry, go to the kitchen. I'm on a break.


We should be used to the knives in our backs by now.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Like crank you do. Lads - attack!


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Intellego!


An excellent choice, if I say so myself.


Pity. I could've used a friend. But if you choose to lie down with devils, you wake up with my boot in your arse.


Don't give me trouble now.<br>


Golbraith Stredivas - mind flayer hunter. My son is tracking one of the beasts as we speak.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Tell me, Shadowheart - how does Shar's favour feel? Does it fill you up, bring you joy?


Her feelings for you made her weak - you were cunning to exploit them.


I have friends in the city - friends you do not want as enemies, you hear?!


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


Won't budge. Maybe there's another way to open it.<br>


That double-crossing, filthy, lying hag.


And it will be Gortash who ignites the final spark.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


<i>I will return to the Underdark alone. My research there may yet help its inhabitants, even without the Society's help.</i>


Flowers. How? I thought the shadows ate everything alive.


Pull your claws in, under-elf.


What is this made of? Tiamat's cursed spit?


Uh... fish?


Malleus! v3


These must be Ketheric's Dark Justiciars. Or what's left of them.


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


Come, child of Bhaal. You have wrought exquisite murder. Enter now the font of blood and be purified in sin.


No! Damn! What happened?!


Shadowheart, your destiny awaits.


No! The Motivator - deactivate it, <i>hurry</i>!


Nulla salus!<br>v3


You must find some other way. Better yet, make Carrion pay for it.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


Looks like that hurt.


Can't see a thing.


I won't lie... I feel a little sorry for him. But only a little bit.


Effort v6


It vanished into mist? That is no standard vampire spawn.


An ogre and a... bugbear? An untraditional pairing, I reckon.


The finder keeps, yes?


Maybe I'll make a deal, maybe I won't. But it'll be <i>my </i>choice - not the devil's and not yours.


A pity, it would have made for a fine night's entertainment.


Got it.<br>


Is this just for decoration? Useless.<br>


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


This city holds no place for you - or for Ravengard's treacherous spawn.


<i>Rapture.</i>


Isn't it? Got it at Carmen's, if you must know. Now button it - I want to hear this guy.


Enjoy the view. Feels like it'd stretch all the way to the Sea of Swords on a clear day. If this place ever <i>gets</i> a clear day.


My need's greater, anyway.


No lantern? Damnable cultist. Only a fool would play your bloody games.


<i>Bombs away!</i>


Find me at a more... <i>private</i> moment, and I will provide a glimpse into what the Crown could mean. For both of us.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Do you think your kin search for you, Lae'zel?


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


It is a story of friendships forged and alliances that did not break even in the darkest times.


Aye. Not a battle she's likely to put to song. Maybe we should have just surrendered, but...


Bene curatur!


Effort v5


Good. The sooner we get out of here the better.


An intriguing fray. You lay low the Dark Lady's messenger - your ally, your friend. Perhaps you wish to slay the 'Nightsong' yourself, Sharran.


Praise the Absolute!


Until Minsc arrives, the battle is not even begun.


Ethel promised to raise the child - teach them magic. Give them a <i>good</i> life. That's a damn sight better than I can do.


*Kill Orpheus, and you will ascend. Let him live, and you will never know Vlaakith's honour. You will be <i>hshar'lak</i> - traitor to your people, traitor to your Queen.*


Feel what exactly?


Well I'll be ploughed sideways - we got a welcoming party.


<i>One way or another, got to reach the top.</i>


Look at that. Unlikely place for a shrine.


Now get on with it. Try not to lose your footing. I'd hate to see good flesh wasted on a long fall into oblivion.


It's full.


*New merchandise from Amn, Cormyr and even far Damara. All brought here to glisten before your gaze.*


<i>Bombs away!</i>


You were <i>on</i> that thing? To survive that, only to land in this bloody wilderness.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


What they do ain't exactly fightin'. All they gotta do is light up their powder and <i>burn</i>.


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


If I can warn the dukes an army of Absolutists is on the march, perhaps the city still stands a fighting chance.


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


What sort of devilment is this?! Paladins - to arms! This one is with the fiend.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers.


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


Release me. I beg you.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Invoco te!<br>v2


What?


Someone eviscerated these gobs. Had to be the druid, right? And now he'll be on his way back to the grove.


Do it, then. Won't put bread on anyone's table, if that's what you actually care about.


Helm's gaze, you sound like a Guild lawyer! You must think I'm pretty dumb. And maybe I am, because I'm going back to return Uktar's money.


Must be in one of these chests.


Thank you, saer. You've done me a kindness.


In killing Ketheric, we fractured the cult's leadership. When we break the other Chosen and claim their Netherstones, <i>we</i> can take control.


I can't forge a weapon without starting a fire.


Isobel. <i>No! </i>What in the Nine Hells happened?!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Fine by me. I'd prefer a dead gnome to the gold anyway.


Quite some valuable knowledge hidden between these pages.


Can't wait to tell my Spanner about all this, he'll never believe it.


Deure!


*The rat's beady eyes hold your gaze intently. What does it want?*


I do not mean to diminish her achievements entirely though.


Door's got some kind of magic all over it.


Out of sight, out of mind.


Enough negotiations, Zhentarim! It's time to take our due!


*A single moment comes to you.*


Don't have anything to put here.


I am not leaving until Lily has a <i>godsdamned coffin.</i>


What have we here? The cause of the lake's disturbances, surely.<br>


So I turn to the scion of Bhaal. You are his dear Prince - he created you to <i>rule</i>.


Come brother, it's time to go home.


There is something strangely familiar about this place. Almost as if Minsc and Boo have walked these halls before...


Waiting with bated breath.<br>


The animal never had a chance. The curse consumes everything it touches.<br>


The druids... they're all dead. Up to Kelemvor to judge them now.


Success. As expected.


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


Wyll! Get up, you sweet fool!


Excellent. When you give the signal, we will break them. The Absolute will reward us.


B-by Mordai's eyes, another one.


Swift as my feet can carry me.


You can't believe that, Dal. When has Cazador ever shared power?


Let's see what this does.


What's your name?


Call me when the fisting starts. Oh, and DON'T BE A BORING SHITE.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Gone, and more than half the others with him.


So. First you save my husband, then you save our marriage. I can't tell you how grateful I am.


Who's the stubborn one now?


Sex.


Even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will.


Archdruid. You appear to gather a rather fanatic following wherever you go. A noble thing, to serve nature so tirelessly.


One dragon, one elf, and one Baldur's Gate.


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


Dying Burning


He won't be able to help us no - unless he happens to have a cure on his corpse.


Some bloody help.


What a fascinating proposition. Ludicrous, of course, but fascinating nevertheless.


Get rid of the gith. Then we can talk about helping each other.


Let them come. Goblins, gnolls - I'm ready!


Esto perpetua!


Worship death though I do, I refused it. I roamed the Coast, gathering those who still held Bhaal in their black hearts.


Well done putting Ketheric in his place - couldn't have done it better myself.


Go on. Take this ring. It's <i>lucky</i>.


Ugh - the tadpole must be messing with my head.


Victory v2


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


So rise, Challenger of Gods, and prepare for battle once more. Death will not claim thee whilst I endure.


Give me patience.


Incredible, that you even had the nerve to show up here. I have little else to say to the likes of you.


<i>My species has terrorised the Underdark for countless generations.</i>


Odd.


Ale me!


Bah - trivialities. Have you been so inattentive?


You really do have a way with words.


How you got here was a total mystery, but I stitched you up just enough to keep you alive, then placed you within your crib.


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


Listen to her.


I'll take a crack.


She even offered me greater powers, the result of some manipulation of the tadpole's psionic abilities.


<i>Fucking Zariel. Mutilated me before I even knew what was happening. But I'll have this bloody heart out. Or turned off. Or whatever.</i>


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


Aha! That did it.


You are not permitted to be here!


Every god I have served, I have served in my daughter's name. And it almost came to nothing because of <i>you.</i>


It will take me some time to get that image out of my head.


Drow's in charge - follow 'er lead!


You are mesmerised by Boo? Understandable - but time to move!


<i>I sustained myself on criminals. Unglamorous, but there were plenty of them, rarely missed, and they fuelled me while I did my work.</i>


ClosedMouth Effort v2


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


You are the flaw in their design. The single thread that could unravel everything they've planned.


Peace and rest are strangers in these lands, until the shadows are banished.


My energy's draining. The shadows are taking their toll.


Nah. True Souls did most of the fighting.


Don't waste a step.


I think we can go through here - with a bit of force.<br>


Something's on my mind.


Come, child of Murder, let me lead you in Bhaal's worship.


*Welcome to Rivington. South - Coast Way. North - Wyrm's Crossing.*


Victory<br>


Inaccessus!


Since we don't have forever, I wager the memory will have to do.


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


She can handle whatever that prick throws at her. Eventually he'll get bored. Maybe even move on to something more productive.


It's <i>quite </i>a bottle. I liberated one of the finer vintages earlier.


This ain't a public rooftop. S'mine. So piss off.


*The frost of the mountain, the sand of the beach, the mulch of the swamp. There are hints of the trails left. But they are far away.*


I can. I <i>will. </i>But it is not without cost. Who will pay this time, True Soul?


ACCESS CONFIRMED. PROCEED AT WILL.


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


Looks like a beast came through here - a big one too.


<i>Monster! </i>Run for it! Somebody get the Fists!


Arfur's got some curious hobbies. Better see if he donated any toys lately...<br>


Small. Whiskers. 'Meow meow'. You know. <i>Cat.</i>


I... yes, she must. I'll offer thanks to her in my prayers - and we should speak more later. Alone, ideally.


What's on your mind?


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Te video!<br>v2


Just don't forget about me either - I have needs of my own.


There must be, you would think...


Veni et iuva me!


Step carefully - there's a trap.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I know enough. I'll be in your camp if you want to work something out.


Siccut cattus!


No time to be warming myself by a fire.


Falling<br>ver 1


Laughter Maniacal


Tendays of dissections of a still-living victim.


I miss my parents. Especially mum.


Right tool will do the trick.


Unfortunately, he comes and goes on his own schedule, so we'll just have to look out for any sulphurous odours or the sound of questionable poetry.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


I can't work without a blueprint.


You carry a githyanki relic. I will have an explanation - or your head.


I can't say I'd have done the same, but your choice in the end.<br>


This cowl is magnificent. Elegant, but powerful.


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


With Ethel dead and gone, it's finally time to go home.


Kiai<br>Var 4


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


Hey!


Recovered <br>V3


Surprised the Baldur's Mouth didn't mention how <i>chatty</i> you were - I thought you hero types were all high and mighty!


Pursue this path further, and I will go alone if I have to.


Your soul sparks with vengeance. With fury. This is your chance to torment a murderer. To make her suffer.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


Well met, soldier. Now that we're old pals, how would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?


Recovered <br>V4


Well find something else to gawp at. I'm busy and I don't need your help.


Halsin's dead. I need to check his corpse for anything important.


<i>I could say the same of you.</i>


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


A magical staff. Will this be of use, Gale?


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


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


But she made a mess of things. Unlike you, she cannot control herself.


My brain is fine!


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? The people of this plane never fail to amuse me.


Recovered <br>V3


<i>There may be a way to bypass that stasis. There are many alchemical substances that can influence the mind.</i>


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Effort v12


This Inquisitor sounds like a real piece of work. Do you think he'll answer our questions?


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Ludus non factum est!


We'd make better strangers.


P-please. Have mercy, I beg you.


Boo says we should buy replacements for the souls of my boots. I do not understand.


Take no prisoners.


Yeah?


Let me help you then. Every moment counts, and I've asked much of you already without being at your side.


*Priests serving the Raven Queen, the Nightbringer, and He of the Third Eye all offer oblivion to those who seek it.*


This must have been quite a view, once.


They had you use us for... practice. All the techniques that the Sharrans hold pride in. Trickery, interrogation... torture. They even had you, our own daughter, try to <i>convert </i>us.


*An almost childlike joy enters Omeluum's ichor-laced eyes.*


How about now?


The song remains. Seems you haven't dealt with this imaginary justiciar of yours.


I'm sorry, Connor. I'm so sorry.


Hunting... noblestalk... fell... bibberbang... explosion...


Has it happened to you, too? I'm sorry. It's the worst.


Gods, it seems we might actually make it to the city now. Hope the neighbours are a bit more welcoming.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Hang on... what?! You know each other?!


<i>The Grand Design must be ended. A sacrifice had to be made.</i>


Tut tut. So much potential, gone to waste. Watchers - the Absolute's assassins walk among us!


Explain yourself. Or is your tongue too-scorched from exploring that hellhole to form words?


Betraying me? But, but... we had a <i>deal.</i>


I'm certain you do. But... if you should find yourself in the Towers, perhaps you'll keep an eye out for him.


Thief. Vandal. Idiot. Destroying the jar means nothing so long as I am here to punish you for it.


Coast all clear. Some stinkin' bird flew by some time ago, but I got it straight through the neck.


<i>Look at you. You're glorious. The greatest ally I could have wished for. </i>


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


*You look over the box. Strange, ornate - and precious.*


Do I have to fetch it myself? This is demeaning.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Obedi me!<br>v3


Mmhm. Mmmhm?


Pizzled rancour!


<i>I can feel the brain. Limitless rage, limitless hunger.</i>


Kill her.


Dying Panic Fall


Please: tell me you will.


So Ketheric had a daughter. Wonder what became of her?


Bloody hells, that was some ruckus. I catch you fighting any more drunks, I'll toss ye all outside. Even if they did deserve a clatter.


Gods above - what happened?


There's no more time.


Fools. Little surprise they perished.


Damn thing won't budge. Hasn't been used in some time.


You make a good point, Eldaernth.


There must be something I can learn from it.<br>


...Oh gods, <i>Sonna</i>. What happened to my friend?!


It doesn't matter - Astarion's dead. For good, this time. We're safe as we can be.


At least someone agrees with me.


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


My power walks with you.


Speak your n-ame.


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


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Never thought I'd be the one to destroy a crèche. And get away with it.


You're here, good. Now we can begin.


Feast your eyes!


Well, you should've considered that before disgracing yourself in public.


She has no choice - she's sworn to hear <i>all</i> magic users. Even me.


Might be useful.


Gale!<br>


You're wrong. But you'll discover that for yourself, when you meet the Absolute.


If it isn't little Wyll's chums. I hope he hasn't been too much trouble.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Yes, yes - on my way.<br>


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


Dying Burning<br>v6


What are friends for?


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Hee hee hee.


Impero tibi!


<i>Oak Father, hear me, aid me. Force open the jaws of Darkness. Make passage for your vessel of Light.</i>


Today - Baldur's Gate needs us. Today, we fight for -


You sniffing where you ain't oughta be, friend. Might have to take that nose.


A <i>ghaik</i> training dummy. Practically tore my wrist off practising on one of these as a child.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


We can't let her die - not like this, not now.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


We shall see. Now let us rest.


But if she's as ferocious as you, she must be quite impressive. I'll do my best!


No traps, please.


Damn, it's good to be alive.


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


Rest easy, I've got you.


Co-what-er-ate?


Better take a closer look.


Venustior!


Flop all you wish, little fish - but Minsc has caught you.


I forced <i>myself</i> to bite her.


Come on, open up.


You have a better way? 'Cause I'm all ears.


And no obituary in the Gazette? Impossible.


I miss the sun. I miss the stars.


<i>Yer</i> a long way from home, ain't ya, underdwarf?


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


It's a splinter. I've gutted bigger threats than you with worse.


I can't hold it any longer!


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


There's got to be another way in.


Secreti umbrarum!


One Hell of a Butler, the most unprincipled servant you could hope for.


I had a dream last night - a vivid one. And so did you, judging from the way my tadpole is tingling.


I'm not one to drop my guard and trust the first person who flounces up to me after we crash out of the sky.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


Best get yourself ready. Order's come down - we march.


Another scrying eye. Best to keep my distance.


Yes. It is much more... lively... then the githyanki slates led me to believe.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


An insightful decision. The tree of peace bore lasting fruit. <i>Proceed.</i>


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Interesting bottle. Looks expensive.<br>


Gods, grant me patience... Eat up, Mayrina! I won't say it again.


Thrumbo said you saved us, so thanks, I guess. Doesn't mean you don't need some sense knocking into you.


Best think ahead, or I'm lost.


Once, they were among the most fanatical of my sister Selûne's followers, but for years they have been here, resisting my embrace.


Remember your word - spare us, leave this place. Your reward awaits.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


The power of the Absolute, of course! Priestess Gut will tell you all about Her and get ya branded.


Trick! Liar!


What was her presence like? Did you hear her voice? Feel her touch. It must have been... overwhelming.


You've been my private hellhound and hunter, Wyll - ever so eager. But I've seen something new:


So long as he sates his appetite elsewhere, I'm happy to give him the benefit of the doubt.


I'm telling you, that Flaming Fist was winking at me.


Your efficiency is to be commended.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I'd love to know the full story.


You pokin' around in my mush?


Ready to figure out what's going on with those shadows in your head?


And those like us, who suffered at the hands of the likes of Mystic Carrion. A home for the undead.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


You might want to wash up, first. Got a few souvenirs from the night stuck to your chin.


Saw you, making off with our boat. You should've known better than to come back here.


A handy little trick.


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


Shadowheart... it can't be.<br>


Drop the attitude and perk up your ears - you've got a new mission.


It's done.


MHMH! MHMHMMH!


Thanks for warning me. But it's him that needs warning. And he never listens to me.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Wonderful. I was just thinking I was far too clean.


After everything you've done for us, she'll come around eventually, I'm sure.


I see... a great web. Intersecting lines - permutations - and behind them, chaos. And then the hand that decides: yes, no. But it barely knows itself.


With the state of these bodies, not even a priest could help them now.


Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gale can use.


Of course. There's nothing escapes a wizard's powers of observation.


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


Te video!<br>v2


Be vigilant, now. These Absolutists could be <i>anywhere</i>.


Jhess...? Eh, no. That's all right. I'm all right.


By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gale?


Voss! I call on your might!


Patience, Gale. All in good time...


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


Baldur's Gate... shop there... Bonecloak's...


Better go help that wretch.


You're infected - they'll just put you down like a rabid animal. Your best chance is with me.


I need to focus - these ropes won't untie themselves.


*Time to get out of here, and then you can shed light on the dark of the matter of yourself.*


How noble. I prefer to <i>win</i>.


You treacherous dog!


Risus abundat!


How's that noblestalk treating you, eh? Better be good. 'Shroom's why our customers came. We're out on our arses soon enough without it, I hope you know.


You came back? Am I - are you a friend?


Do not squander this.


Eh. No disrespect meant - ma'am?


I can't work without a blueprint.


My Lord, hear me!


Ah, a Nightfall feast. Though I'm not sure it should be quite so ripe.


<i>Chk. </i>You must focus.


Impressive armour. Drow handiwork?


Bhaal...? No... we are... we are faithful to Lord <i>BOOOAL</i>...


Oh, sure, <i>a </i>nest. But it's not <i>my </i>nest. That's up on the roof, with the eagles. Eagles are pricks.


Certainly not. But you didn't leave any unwanted bruises last night.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Such childishness does not become allies.


You and every other soul here.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Argh! Stuck. Bloody old thing.


She is not the victim. Nay, she is the perpetrator.


Footprints. <i>Deep gnome</i> footprints.


As you wish. It is a rare occasion when I do not get what I want - but you have shown your worth in many ways.


Although the chances of something else destroying Baldur's Gate seem quite high.


Do you happen to have a soul cage lying about with which to contain the limitless power of a furious aasimar?


What about them? You want them flooding in here, driving down our wages even more?


I was promised me a home, not a hunting ground. But who promised?


Well then. This jar's got a chip on whatever passes for its shoulder.


Dodge


We will destroy the Netherbrain together, and put a stop to this nascent Empire before it expands into the stars.


One step in front of the other, Gale.


A Githyanki text. Reading material ahead of the Sharran's hunt for the Astral Prism, no doubt.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Buff


This could have been me.


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


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


You'll be free in a blink.


Onwards. There is no reason to linger here.


I will not just stand by while you consume the future of my people.


Invoco te!<br>v2


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


No, that's not right - praise you, my friend. The grove owes you a debt beyond measure.


First in my heart.


*It seems Raphael was telling you the truth. The crown you saw atop the elder brain is indeed of Karsus' making.*


Didn't you hear? Get moving or I'll have to count you as part of this illegal gathering too.


Dodge
v2


Because of you, I got my little girl back. That's not something I'll forget.


Argh. No wonder. <i>Necromancy.</i>


You could have broken her in half like a breadstick, but you didn't. I am sorry she fought you, and glad she survived.


Tsk tsk. Really, darling?


The rest of the note is pure gibberish, as far as I can tell.


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


Not altered, sister - <i>elevated</i>. Long have I basked in Shar's embrace. A vessel of her will I have become.


A wolf statue, too. What's the story here?


If anything's happened to Wulbren, someone is going to be very sorry. I'll make sure of that.


<i>We will?</i> Gods - two hundred years and I've never missed seeing my reflection more.


They're not attacking. Must think I'm one of them.


*It seems the owner of that item was rather attached to it. You're about to face the consequences.*


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


Damn knots...


Oof - I bet he broke that tiefling's nose. Friendly place.


Dying Burning


Good night. And thank you. For the dance, I mean. I won't forget it.


Although that's not to say we can't have a little fun.


I know that look. Come on - out with it. What's happened?


Begone, pox-faced loon.


I should have set my girls free before coming here. I know they're just goats, but I love them like family.


I saw her... The devil who... who took...


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


Just keep cleaning. Don't stop cleaning.


Of course!


Hush, now - it's all right. We're gonna help you.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Mutatis mutandis!


Hold still.


Won't budge.


You'd decline the honour? Very well.


I've got you.


Deadly serious. This is the burden we must carry - to condemn the few to save the many, or Baldur's Gate will only be the <i>first</i> city to fall.


Meaning?


It's me, father. It's all right. You're safe here.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


<i>K'chakhi! </i>Fine.


Z'rell's in the audience chamber, True Soul. Go right ahead.


Another trick up my sleeve.


Might be other survivors.


I... of course, I understand. Th-thank you.


I have to get moving. Perhaps our paths will cross again later.


A... <i>roar?</i> That was unexpected.


Teeth sharp, claws out!


Cutting to the chase.


*She pays you no heed, remaining on her knees.*


No way to ignite these. Strange.


You want to see him dead.


By my vow, none shall reach you while I draw breath.


Something should fit in here. Better find it.


My poor, sweet vegetables. They deserved better...


There is no better mirror in which to see the true nature of a killer than their victim.


Macesce!


Such a loyal servant of the city, so eager to hear of your exploits. Tell me, darling - how is she?


Bomb in my head about to go off. Great.


Must be close if it's hitting that hard.


Dust. On.<i> </i>My. <i>Tongue!</i>


Into the bloody fray!


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Damn. Now there's something I never thought I'd see. Brutal.


You'd do it, then? You'd look for him?


Nothing without Lord Gortash's go-ahead. I transport whoever he needs taken to the Iron Throne.


You'll what? Tie me to a windmill? Enslave me in the Underdark? Smack me upside the head? I assure you, circumstance has beaten you to it.


...it quick or... head! Careful... mercs... on the edge...


Little busy.


Good enough?


*You've been seen disarming a trap. Your incarceration could be heading for a swift and violent end.*


Well, I suppose this is 'goodbye,' my friend. I wish you the greatest of luck and I hope I shall recall you favourably in my records of the day's events.


I'm not sure I'll ever truly recover from the embarrassment of falling for her tricks, but physically - I'm absolutely fine. Rather well rested, as a matter of fact.


This disc is marked with <i>tir'su</i> - but I can't decipher them. Maybe Lae'zel can.


Gale's pretty lost in his thoughts, isn't he. Poor guy. Roughing it like this can't be his style.


You scrag!


<i>One way or another, got to reach the top.</i>


PainTeeth<br>var 3


Amo sanguinem!


*Your actions have not gone unnoticed. If they persist, it seems they will not go unpunished.*


A bad way to go.<br>


Getting back broken over Nightsong's knee / dying 1


Care for a dip, Wyll?


Just this once.


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


Look, I know Lora from my pirating days - she ran with Bart Blackdagger's crew. Heard they tossed her overboard when she gutted the bosun over a game of <i>cards</i>.


I'd better head back to my bunk. You might not be able to touch me, but you've given me a lot to... think about.


If I must.


You can turn off the charm, Entharl. She's with me.


Closed Mouth Effort


They do that quite a bit, don't they? It's a shame.


Confusio!


It's fine, really. I just feel we're on the right track. I'm right where I need to be - under Lady Shar's gaze.


One of many, but by no means the least. To die properly is a matter of honour.


Not a chance I'll fit in there.


Cresceat scientia!


Hee hee hee.


Nicely done. I hope you're intending to share.


<b><i>The city thirsts for domination. </i></b>


It's delicious, don't get me wrong, but that man wouldn't eat a vegetable unless Mystra herself commanded it.


*Warding runes - you feel them drawing energy from the console near to the pod.*


The black king still stands. Again!


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


While I hope you're enjoying the night, we'd like to be left alone.


There's quite some arcane knowledge to be found in  these pages, if you care to look...


Selûnite rubbish.


Mol gave it to me, said I shouldn't let it go to just <i>any </i>old jack-a-day.


There is no 'try'. You are either good or you are not.


You brought the Crown to me, Bhaalspawn, thinking the army I amassed with it would become yours.


Did you want something or are you just here to stir?


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


To challenge Lady Orin was bold... To slay her, even bolder. It is a shame you baulked in the face of <i>godhood</i>.


Another seeks the Tribunal... No. This moment is <i>mine</i>.


Indeed. Farewell.


I need a quick word.


*Your minds weave into one, what you seek laid instantly bare - his single innermost thought, at the very centre of his mind:*


Tell me you'll consider the alternatives? I don't want to lose you.


That's... worrisome. If something's messing with your mind, who knows what you'll do next? Could be the work of the parasite, easily.


Master better. Balsam for wounds and power is king. No forget!


Cresceat scientia!


*You remember stories of Szass Tam - a powerful lich in Thay who made deals with dark gods.*


Reckon so.