Two reds for Flaerith, one red for us.


Hey, soldier.


Barely more than a cub. There is little sport in slaughtering children.


Blood near the bed.<br>


At the ready.


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


---execute--


Olodan taught me to harness the Treefather's power to wall us in. In return...


I am blessed to have found your company, and share in your campfire.


At last. Let us see what an illithid would keep under lock and key.


Worth the effort.


That curse chokes the air from here clear to Moonrise. Not that I'm worried.


Seems to be stuck.


No. My indoctrination - my <i>infection</i> - took place at Moonrise, but I did not stay here for long.


Stealing is the best way to get things for free.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Not a good time to lose that tadpole...


If my breath couldn't kill people already, it certainly can now.


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


Hush! Too much cacophonous chatter and we'll scare away our quarry.


Damn it.


Anyway. The hunt's not over yet.


What are you - oh no, there's no need for that!


Hiding... loot... from cult...


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


Ah. That's better.


Of course this is Ethel's doing. The whole thing stinks of hag.


Sniff<br>var 2


We'll figure this out, all right?


Selûnite moons and stars, just like the dwarf's poem described.<br>


Would that I might ease thy madness.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


So handsome, so brazen!


These shadows will be the death of me. We need light...


Let's just say the previous owners no longer have a use for them. Got me?


I never thought I'd see this. The Harper and the idiot ranger brought to their knees before me.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


This is cute. I'm still going to cave your murderous heads in, but it's nice to get a peek at the inside drama first.


This 'Adamantine Forge' - the same the drow's corpse spoke of?


She'll walk right into Lorroakan's trap. Or fly, perhaps.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Or what, horns? What?


That <i>smell</i> - what is it?


The city needeth him for a while longer yet, but he hath not forgotten his pledge to Karlach. He will join her in Avernus as soon as he can, and trusts that she will hold Zariel's forces until then.


A letter from Ketheric's wife. Sounds like she loved him very much.<br>


These bears are like the ones in the barn - let's hope they don't explode.


*You see a column of fire that dominates the sky in a blazing inferno - nothing more.*


Then perhaps it's a good job I ran into him.


Sleep, rest, revel. But be ready. For thou mayest yet be needed.


I wish I had your confidence.


((*I will not cross. painful memories beyond*))


If my ancestors were here, they would eat you alive - literally.


Gods above, the cucumbers have been taken from the pantry. Again.


Greetings, <i>saer. </i>Your noble bearing brings a little class to my humble establishment.


About time someone showed up. Did we finally reach your 'dead gondian' quota? Is that why it took so long for <i>anyone</i> to help us?


They'll be tough to fight... but not impossible to beat.


And I pity your faithless mind.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Mmm-hmm?


Balduran's bones, what a performance - you'd put the Five Flagons to shame!


Think I found something.


Flowers blooming in shadow. This is the sign Halsin mentioned.


Oskar sought help from Mystic Carrion. Might be worth investigating.


Here we go again.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


As well you should. He is the great champion of the Council, commander of the Flaming Fist - the binding force holding Baldur's Gate together.


Out of sight, out of mind.


Here goes nothing.<br>


I cannot leave Lorroakan waiting.


I'd trade you if I could.


A fake devil head? A lot of effort for a piece of window dressing.


A word.


Only that you're overthinking a simple deduction I made.


Old death. Fire. I can smell it. It is too much, too much. Anger - can't hold it in!


'Rascal'? 'Jagoda'? These are pet collars - ugh, and covered in dried blood.


You do not belong here.


And luckily for you, that's exactly what I have - the best necromantic charms in the city or your money back!


Hells, I could sleep for a tenday after that.


*Beneath the rampant joy, you sense the monk's fear and sincerity. He doesn't wish to harm you - but that doesn't mean he won't.*


Bloody vigorous, were they?


Effort v5


<i>I can't even remember how that started. It's always been how we said 'I love you'.</i>


You're eager, aren't you? But we need to wait a little longer.


Aye. The explosive of Gaerdal Ironhand's own creation. Fistfuls wiping out armies, all those old stories.


You could send an elf to sleep!


You won't wake with a sore head from this wine - you won't wake at all. It's poison.


Arcane lights. Of course.


I'm listening - though don't ask me why.


A-all right! All right! Calm down, I'll do it... just give me a moment to... <i>ugh</i>...


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Mraaah...


Seeking path... Baldur's Gate...


Burnt to a crisp.


I - yes, all right. I can understand.


Non movere!<br>v3


*The beast reeks of brimstone and offal. Every breath is thick with blood.*


It's nice to be somewhere where good is still <i>possible</i>.


Just doing me job, boss. You're free to go your way.


Hm - that chair leg might be good for smacking monsters around.


Oh it's nothing terrible, it's just-... well, maybe it is a little terrible.


Those two must have history.


Whatever we might have had, it's over.


Do it then. <i>Make me yours.</i>


Yes, yes - on my way.


Is there someone who you think you might love? Come on, I won't tell.


Invoco te<br>v2


Was't your father a flounder?


Anything I leave behind is yours. Pick over it however you like.


Oh - and Wyll? Don't forget. Our pact still stands. Ta-ta!


You and me both! Now I just need to wrangle the others and we'll be on our way.


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


Over far too soon. I was rather enjoying that.


Got palms as tough as a dragon's arse from working around here. You won't see me afraid of a little rope burn.


You must have an extraordinary affinity for the darkness. I'm jealous.


Glorious Vlaakith. I am unclean. I exhort you, grant me guidance.


One touch and this will fall apart.


The more elaborate the vault, the more I'm tempted to plunder it.


It must be time by now...


Impossible.


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


Baelen nearly sunk the shop to pay for drink, when he was of his own mind.


Finish the others, but spare Minsc - your Prism can still save him!


*Yet in a wink, you are reformed as the devil you are. For one depraved night, you feast on the sins of the body, the mind, and the soul.*


Part of a ring. Looks like it combines with that other broken piece from before.


This isn't over - not until you're dead.


All livestock is now property of the ducal council for the duration of the ongoing emergency.


My prodigal blood-kin is among them.


Right. Leave them to us, then. If we can't get them past the checkpoints, we'll at least make sure they're watched over if it comes to fighting in the streets.


Ah, a fellow inhabitor of the Underdark.


Effort v2


Each of you children brought me a thousand souls. Now they stand marked with your scars, ready to be sacrificed.


This really can't wait.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


My power walks with you.


Cute.


<i>Your trust in Vlaakith is understandable. Her lie is carved in your people's slates, bold as truth - yet a lie it remains.</i>


Lead, and we'll follow.


A slate written in ancient <i>tir'su </i>- more princely stories, I'd guess. Lae'zel will know for certain.


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Go on. He'll want to speak to the one who saved his grove, I expect.


The brutality of the killings is certainly reminiscent of his work. But there's something more here, something new...


Where to next?


Just like that, you offer up what I seek. Remarkable. You have my thanks.


Trust me, I know what I'm doing.


I need a githyanki egg - which may sound a little unsavoury, but I swear this is all for an excellent cause.


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


Are we waiting for Umberlee herself, or what? Let's <i>go.</i>


Well now! If we're talking, my guess is you've got coin to spend.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


I hope your goddess appreciates the blood you have shed for her, Shadowheart.


Shar cloaks me.


Did you even try to save Cal?


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Would everyone <i>please</i> stop going on about the 'Absolute's army'? The Fist will sort it all out, you'll see.


Beneath... sun... it finds... its rest...


I'll smear your entrails on these walls. In Her name!


Is this some kind of test?


I need a shovel to dig this up.


I'm afraid in the case of Master Figaro's death, the entire shop was to be entrusted to my... esteemed colleague.


Why's the spinnymajigger stopped? Get it moving again!


*Entering her mind is like stepping aboard a sinking ship. The architecture of her consciousness buckles and collapses. Thoughts yield to a flood of overwhelming power - <i>the elder brain</i>.*


Easy enough.


Sine metu!


<i>Brains?</i>


Sure. The trick is to let them mess with you just once, and show 'em what happens. They won't try again.


Damn you. Just as despair turned to hope.


They're not attacking. Must think I'm one of them.


You think I wasn't?


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


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


But you - you're not bound by such constraints. Help me out, here. Help the <i>city</i> out.


Unfortunately, I'm rather stumped on this one. It's all over. All gone.


It's time to go, lantern bearer. The sooner we clear the dark, the better.


I'm on my way!


Come closer, spirits, I have need of you...


Is it working? I thought he would be awake.


It is a pity, we were rather good together. I'll never forget it.


Then again... it may be best to tie the knot myself.


Shadowfell... shifts... and changes. But where Thaniel is... always smells... of lavender...


Ugh.


We need the cleric <i>alive.</i>


Speak to me, lover.


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


My fault... everyone dead... because of me. I'm... <i>cursed.</i>


True, I'm pushing my luck just standing here. But I can't leave without a warning.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


Cudo! v3


Perhaps for someone else, I would. But my love for Severn is <i>pure</i>. Unsullied by violence.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>Is this the shadow curse? Most ghastly. Most impressive.


Well go bother someone else then.


<i>Somewhere quiet. Somewhere private. Somewhere we can ask a million questions and contemplate their answers.</i>


Stay out of my head!


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


Does that hurt?


Trap! Be careful...


I'm afraid you won't be -


Stop it! PLEASE. Let me go!


And? And?!


<i>In umbram cretus, sanguine iuratus.</i>


A shitty joke, too - I ain't hearing no laughs. Now you want gold or not?


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


As you say - but not too much later. I know a way to defeat the Absolute. And it lurks in the darkness below the city's streets.


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


Guess we ought to cut it into worg meat like the others.


Don't be. Knowing you were out there gave us the strength to hold on. And you returned to us, just like you were supposed to, all that time ago.


Leave me be, groundwalker. I've reports to prepare.


To the rescue.


You let perish the Prince of the Comet, the True Heir of my people.


Do not insult our intelligence. You'd <i>erase</i> her, make a blank vellum of her mind, her memories, and inscribe it with your poison.


Can't show you the <i>good</i> stuff 'til Zarys gives the say-so, mind. Friends of the Zhent only.


Wait, I know this head. It belongs to Dribbles the clown!


Hmm. The statue is unaware we triumphed by using less-than-honest means...


She is a True Soul. Mind her. She will - she - she...


Wasn't expecting that. This jar fights back.


I am known and honoured by you, the source of my bruises.


Macte virtute!


Maybe Nina still needs a crack-skull. Less drama working in a bloody festhall.


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


Then gather your wits - these amateur dramatics wear thin.


You have my might - I owe you that much. But don't owe you more.


I know our plight is grim, but if there is even a chance to save them, we must take it.


Attack<br>var 3


Whatever's inside, I won't be drinking it. Something for you, perhaps?


What have we here? This must be one mighty relic.


Trade it to the nearest quartermaster for a better weapon - it looks like you could use one.


Big Gortash fans.


Nice try. That name's straight out of those dreadful Cormyr detective stories. Get lost - I've work to do.


Outsiders, ma'am. They're with the Absolute.


Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?


Any of the refugees give you hassle, come to us - we know how to handle them.


I must hide.


Shadowheart - aid us!


Guess again!


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I almost pity you. Almost.


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


<i>Do not do either. TURN BACK. </i>


I know the ghustil does necessary work... but does she have to enjoy it so much?


Kith'rak Voss and his red dragon slayed the fell prince. You could no more resurrect him than you could glue together the pile of ashes he became.


What was that thing inside her?


*Sigh.* Please come out.


Deep grooves. Still fresh. Something with massive claws made this.


*On the half-orc's finger, you notice an unusual ring: heavy, and with a strange symbol carved on its surface.*


Odd.


Is this a casting mould? Looks like that forge might get some use after all.


Sure! If you promise to swap once I get tired.


Someone's in trouble. We have to help!


Why does Tarhun hire such people? They're clearly incorrigible.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Silence can be an excellent tool, you know. Especially if it spares you an unwinnable fight.


Loviatar herself found your performance... inspiring. She has deemed you worthy of her blessing.


Kill her.


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


<i>Workshy minstrels, I swear to Helm - </i>Whatever. I'm not getting it in the neck because some flautist was missing.


It could be just like old times... Well, hopefully not <i>exactly </i>like old times. I think I've had enough camping and mortal peril for one lifetime.


Must you? Really? If you were going to do it, at least you could have tried harder than<i> that</i>.


I must attend this place, after so many years away. We will see each other again soon.


The General ordered that she be repurposed. Not freed.


Cover me.<br>


As much as I want to, I'm not sure if I can.


After all - here you are again, in a refuge for the haggard and weary. Plenty of clients - or victims - for both of us.


Flagello!


If it weren't apparent, it should be: I'm not keen on such outward displays of our flesh-bond.


And I <i>will</i> take what is mine.


Florrick's fate may not yet be sealed, if we care to intervene.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


I'd blush if they had left me any skin to redden, and I would kiss you if they had not torn off my lips!


You'll be well compensated, of course. Just bring me an egg.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


A good opportunity.


Perhaps. But we will still smite the brain, and still be hailed as champions.


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


Best behaviour down in the vaults - there's worse than us guarding the place.


Only a cruel god would refuse you. May Mystra's wisdom prevail over her enmity.


That feels good.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


<i>You don't like to be coddled, cajoled. But you responded well to logic, to rational arguments, to cold, hard facts.</i>


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Limp-witted slick-licker.


But none like this! Whatever happens, show no fear, and stay your hand. Trust in Minsc!


Clown-foot. Someone wanted it found.


Better pick my next target wisely.


That could never happen. You're the best person I've ever met. Soul and body.


*Ragzlin frowns in confusion at a question he would never have asked.*


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


Very well, I give you one chance. Return with my wayward boy, and perhaps I will let you live.


Attack<br>var 2


I'm trying to enjoy a glass of wine. In <i>peace</i>. Thank you.


Tempora mutantur!


Head-high to a halfling.


It may not be the best idea.


The horns of a <i>real</i> war devil. Bet they were a pain to acquire.


Shovel loves dragons! Big flappy bastards. But Master Illy said Shovel can't be a dragon. Prick.


Hm - that pixie's a peculiar little thing.


Dark Justiciars. No doubt they served General Ketheric, in another life.


Look at the body all you like - it'll be up for a while as a 'reminder'.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


<i>Agh! </i>This thing won't yield its contents easily...


My useless husband. Sent him for an errand; it's no surprise he's made a mess of it.


Tried but... couldn't drink... retching and gagging... then monster arrived...


Myrkul's holy symbol. He must have had a follower come to this place.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Closed Mouth Effort v10


We never get the fun jobs, Zomm.


Soon.


I would expect so. It is the one path to our purification.


Hehe. Stop it, mum.


The grove's going to feel so empty now.


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


What did you mean before, Gale? 'A woman with shadows for eyes', you said.


Is that a button there? I wager the ring exposed it.


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


Balduran and his scaled friend watching over the city of their creation.


Richly deserved.


Lady Shar's embrace holds strong. She will be pleased, no doubt.


An elf sailor and a dragon - quite friendly, by the looks of it.


Cries for help. And I'm not about to ignore them.


If I wanted my growths seen to, petal, IT WOULDN'T BE YOU I'D CALL.


This must be what that book meant. I need to get across - and that means remembering where these platforms are.


And I have no time for amateurs. Thanks.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Don't... don't say any words over her. Arka wouldn't want that.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


The only way we'll make it to Baldur's Gate is to run, and run hard.


Keep moving, across the bridge!


This ends <b>NOW</b>.


I've read about these creatures. They tend to be benign unless provoked.


Ooh, a snitch! I mean, good tip there, citizen. You may pass.


Listen, it's just -... I'm sorry, all right? Is that what you want?


Hells. Is the curse so powerful that it can rip apart the earth beneath it?


You're one of Nere's, eh? Don't go bursting those head-veins - I ain't joined your bat-brained cult.


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


Right tool will do the trick.<br>


Instead, I shall listen to the explanation that you owe me.


Bah - there'll always be an excuse. Anything to keep us in our place.


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


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


Minsc has never trusted places such as this. Too much of a wizard's power can be simply packaged and picked up.


Damn this fog.


Tell Astarion he is free. Never again will he be hunted by my people.


Tibi do pennas!


As a general rule, I try to avoid confrontations where my opponents number in the thousands.


And you ain't? You know what's out there as well as I do.


Indeed. To think I'd almost forgotten.


A shame. I had hopes for you, <i>istik</i>.


My spirits will make sure of it.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


You're... really... nice.


Still crabby, I see. Well, you have my gratitude regardless. Thanks - from me and the little one.


Malleus!


<i>Shka'keth!</i> I should have your head for interfering with protocol.


Some bolstering is in order.


Let me out, ya bunch of softies!


Loquere si tibi placet!


An attack? They wouldn't...


Love to be taken for granted.


All the more reason I ought to be looking after you.


Hello, petal. Just relax. Let me <i>in. </i>


Once we've reached the city... then. Then we shall speak of this.


But let us spare the pretence. It seems you and I have more to speak of than your heart's struggles.


Whatever mistakes you have made in the past, your deal with Raphael can still be undone. Find your contract, and then leave while you can.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Stultissime!


You're all anyone talks about in the grove. Hearing all you've done inspired me.


Attack<br>var 4


I never quite realised how burdened I was, until I met you. The threat of the shadow curse, the politics of the grove...


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Harper worm... the abdicating hero... your keen sense for this city has withered in your absence.


My life belongs to the master. I live and die in his service.


A bloodbath. Someone - some<i>thing</i> - made quick work of this camp.


You are mistaken. An offering must be made.


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


<i>Hooray! Hooray!</i>


Teeth sharp, claws out!


Won't be long now. They'll pay for what they did to me.


You worshipped Him the way that he would wish - your blood-lust innate, your thirst for butchery unslakable.


A mind flayer? Hopefully there's no truth to his ravings.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


That is one big-arse ghargatula skull.


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


What's that sticking out of his pocket?


I was sent to guide you to your birthright, on the day my vile Lord reached his age of majority.


Ethel was going to bring my husband back. Back from the dead! And now I'll never see him again - because of <i>you.</i>


Effort v7


Whatever you find, throw it through the bars. But for the love of Gaerdal make sure a guard doesn't see you - or we're both done for.


Should've waited for Derryth.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


<i>You dropped the Netherstones! Search the rubble and pray no one else found them.</i>


An ox can't just be an ox on this ridiculous floating rock.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Aces!


By the hells, a lava elemental. No wonder the lake's so volatile.


Raphael. Mizora. You know the ways of devils.


And another.


Pus-supping maggot.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


What's better than a devil you don't know?


Seems someone's been skimming our supplies.


The True Soul has already begun the slaughter. Charge!


We need to stop them, and there's only one way to do it.


This soul awaits thy command.


Too loud, sun-scum. Heard you stumbling. Can hear you <i>blinking</i>.


Paranoia is just the beginning, you know.


I told you we would be safe, brothers. This is <i>our</i> home now.


Those claws look sharp. Better stay clear - I much prefer to keep my insides on the inside.


Okay.


It's where we gain control over the ship. We must travel the planes - leave Avernus, before these imps tear us apart.


Right tool will do the trick.


Mutatis mutandis!


It appears that may be already underway. The drow is a fecund choice of mate. Well done!


<i>I did not expect that mine would be the life you chose to save.</i>


Incredible, wasn't it? Loud enough to wake the dead, and shrill enough to shatter a golden goblet.<br>


Hopefully we'll be rid of this parasite before we even need to think in that direction.


It ain't our fault, General! We did as we were told -


You'll be stronger than ever.


Et alibi!<br>v2


What do we have here?


Remember. We are here to find our way into Bhaal's Temple. Not to enter his service in truth.


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


They woz in some rickety druid grove! Mostly full of tieflin's, but them intruders you're after were hidin' out there!


*Your tadpole resonates with Ravengard's. The exhausted Grand Duke is a flurry of emotion.*


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Do you mean to say you never bothered to disclose how dangerous you are?


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Gods, lighten up. Enjoy a joke, it won't kill you.


I will carry it for the honour of Gith, the great liberator - and her unforgotten son.


What do you here?


A note, hidden beneath the canvas.


That enchanted journal made note of an adamantine forge as well. I must be on to something.<br>


I'm writing an account of your glorious victory.


Falling


K'liir traffics in all manner of exotic meals - er, <i>creatures</i>. I am quite familiar with Boo's colossal cousins.


But if we are to succeed, we will need others.


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


N-no offence meant. I was just surprised - concentrating on this blasted target.


Finally free. I must find my kin.


Ow! That damned kobold...


An unwelcome inconvenience. I will not be caged like some common rat.


Poor fool. He resisted the Shadowfell - and suffered all the more for it.


Attack<br>var 2


*Your knowledge of Religion isn't extensive enough to tell you more.*


M-my lot are camped nearby - I can get you inside, no hassle! You can loot it, do whatever!


<i>Tell</i> me you haven't forgotten. Once the Absolute is no more, so is my aid.


A rune. But for what?


Hand them over, and our deal is done.


And miss a good barroom brawl? Not me, sir.


What in the Hells?!


We should go, before we attract unwanted attention.


I'll pass.


He will help us defeat the Netherbrain, and lead the githyanki people to a glorious future.


<i>At least there my research may yet do some good, even without the support of the Society.</i>


I wonder why this one isn't working.


You came for me... thank you. I feared Orin's accursed smile would be the very last sight I beheld.


For the record, you have a melancholy heart.


Need to keep focused.


That smells <i>rank</i>. The remnants of a Nightfall feast, I'm guessing.


Looks like that hurt.


He smiled and held Alexander close, and then Alexander was shouting and struggling, and soon he was all dressed in red as well.


Might still <i>kill</i> ya, mind.


You have orders. See them done.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Fucking cursed portrait!


Ohoho... You've returned. Ready to sow some discord?


I've got your back!<br>


Patience. I can't just snap my fingers... but I know where the solution almost certainly lies - Moonrise Towers.


Young Master, precious fledgling, follow ever your heart. In time, your true family will find you.


A tiefling. That's Arabella's mother, I wager - or <i>was </i>Arabella's mother.


*You hoped you'd get away with that. Unfortunately, you haven't.*


<i>Ohoho</i>. Let's get to it and see what shakes loose, pretty.


<i>Argh. </i>Fine. Let's sneak away like godsdamned cowards.


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


Glad to have an ally.


Weapon blueprints. A master blacksmith's work.


Loads. But I haven't got anything to offer for it. I'm counting on this shroom for that.


Securing passage to the city comes first.


Whose ever are?


Your help at the gate was appreciated.


<i>We shall walk with you into that pitch night.</i>


There's magic nearby - I can feel it.


Very giving of you. Now go waste someone else's time.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


This soul awaits thy command.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Invoking the Pereghost is a bold lie indeed. A smart lie, too.


Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.


Heroism is no comfort to the dead.


You - get back.


Good. This quarterstaff is now free for that taking.


<i>Move.</i>


I didn't know we were so hard-pressed for staff.


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


Pardon my singing. That lullaby's been stuck in my head since... Funny - I can't recall.


Mors animae!<br>v3


Look, we needed somewhere to live. This place was empty, and it had walls. I've got <i>children</i>, for Tyr's sake.


Strength from the shadows.<br>


Dammit, Astarion. You <i>bit</i> me.


Trust in the Treefather. He'll bring us balance.


Another gith disc. If it's anything to do with this 'Orpheus', Lae'zel will want to know.


Caeco te!


Watch out, evil. None nap so powerfully as Boo!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


This is what we sowed. Shar's darkness will embrace the children now.


Whatever these rocks are, I can't smash 'em myself.


Te curo!<br>v2


I hope Halaster takes good care of Tara while I'm away.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


If you have any concerns about 'strange' goings on, kindly speak to her - she patrols the graveyard. Good day.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Ex Textura!


Effort v11


Shout


There is no safety. Not while this rot festers. Once it is cut out - once the grove is secure - then I shall leave.


*The lantern gives off a chilly glow, protecting all in its vicinity from the surrounding shadows.*


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


*The realisation hits you - that stench wasn't the dead. You can sense that the hyena's very flesh is desecrated...*


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


So Astarion's gone for good. I'll miss his - well, let's call it 'charisma'.


I don't know what her idea of a good time is, but it seems to involve you. I'd hate to intrude.


You tempt me to break my oath, whelp.


You're welcome!


Yeah?


We made it through Hell - twice! I know now that as long as Danis and I stick together, we can do anything.


What rotten Hell did this tart spring from? My stomach aches...


Even now you resist? Very well, but you will not stop my ascent. <i>Ecce dominus!</i>


Glacies!


If I must.<br>


((*<b>Peace-Bringer</b> - what is this?*))


Thank me when we've both survived the night.


Urgh. You're boooring. Come on Ra'jak, let's show them how to have some FUN.


I shall soon have you free.


I've cancelled the rite. The circle must heal.


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


PainTeeth<br>var 2


That... <i>form</i> you took. That was no common shape-change. Where did you learn to do such a thing?


A letter from Orin...


Closed Mouth Effort v12


ClosedMouth Effort v2


The Inquisitor awaits. At last, someone competent.


It might be suicide either way. Trust me, you do not want to become one of those monsters.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I had a feeling something was wrong in the barn - I wanted to make sure nobody got hurt. Take a look if you must.


Perhaps I can yet turn hindsight into foresight - provided the curse is lifted. A better way for all.


Say you agree. Please.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Dead scholars. All their vaunted learning couldn't protect them.


I don't think I'll fit through there...


No one's coming - the deal is done.


My thanks again for retrieving the specimen. It really is a perfect sample.


You can turn off the charm, Entharl. He's with me.<br>


Well don't you cut a fine figure. Want your portrait done?


You'll do it again. Won't you?


<i>We are all alike in Her service. Do as I say. The rewards will be great.</i>


Expello te!


Wonderful. Now I'm splattered like a sloppy butcher.


Hmm. All right. No need to get weepy over it, like. Here.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


The door's covered in - well, some sort of magic.


... we're, uh... we're leaving! C'mon, move it!


Diminue!


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


If I wasn't surrounded on all sides by the darkness of the shadow-cursed lands, I'd think it was Mystra herself brushing against my skin.


Not a True Soul? And I'm - I'm supposed to believe that?


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


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


My my. Who knew our friend had so much blood in them?


Stop fighting back, you belly-achers!


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


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


Stories! Stories! Get them right here!


Tenebra!


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Fine, I'll help.


Allow me, please.


You're free of him? Petras was right - you've changed. Maybe you could complete the ritual. Maybe you could free us.


Oi, ugly!


A shame they've wilted, these must have cost a fortune.


He says death is the only path to purification. I <i>know</i> this to be a lie. My cure - our cure - awaits us at a crèche.


What can I do for you?


Use the powers your parasite gives you to convince them you are one of them. And when you find the source of their magic, destroy it.


Grant me patience...


The city's future lies with us, then. We cannot rest until it is free from the Absolute's grip.


For the Absolute!


Fie!


That's putting it mildly.


Cosy fire.


Rest your bones. I'm damn sure resting mine.


What... what was that?


Ale me!<br>v3


Besides - if they try, well, I've got some life in me yet.


You know what to do. Don't be afraid.


It felt like a quake fit to topple Ramazith's Tower.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Nonsense. You're just finally showing what you really are - a reaver to the bone.


You're going on a date? Are you joking? The city is a hair's breadth from violence, and we're shipping off at first light!


You're a vampire?! Stand back! I'll run a stake through your heart if I must!


Dying Burning<br>v6


Back, eh? What's your business?


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Don't waste a step.<br>


Were I a less considerate man, this is where I'd remind you of the importance of <i>reading the fine print</i>. But fear not - I shall bite my tongue.


Your word. Your faith. Your eternal promise in exchange for mine.


For years, his foul spawn have stolen away innocents at night, whisking them back to his palace. Recently, they struck our camp.


Fear not - the orb is quite safe for the time being. I've a window in which to consider my options.


But it matters not. You are here now, just as we consummate our most profane rite.


My blood... it's burning. <i>Sizzling.</i> Do you feel it? Don't come too close.


*Nothing. It's as though the inner workings of his mind have been wiped clean.*


Dying Deep Exhale


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


The wizard. Our employer.


Tr-tread carefully. You are still... necessary.


Falling


Not least because he lives in your trousers...


Well done. The world's better off without it.


But I won't give up - I can't.


You aren't here to hear me ramble. What do need of me?


*Free of his rules?*


Harpers! We must cleanse...


Urgent, is it? Why, you could be trying to sneak Gortash's assassins out in your cargo. I'd better search your goods.


Then our <i>ghustil </i>will study your corpse.


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


Finally... freedom.


*Your aggression has gone too far. You're being reported to the guards.*


And the closer you get, the stronger it smells.


Cudo!


A little respite does wonders.


Not on top of the monastery, they don't!


A note, hidden beneath the canvas.


This is getting rather silly, my Liege. But I am enjoying myself.


The tentacles... like... greedy little flayer fingers...


Must've been those strangers!


*Your companions sleep blissfully tonight. If it were the rage of a tadpole, no others seem to be affected.*


Those shades might come streaming in any moment now...


It ain't true! Them's the bloody liars!


You're spoiling my fun! Stop it right now, or you'll be sorry!


Sarevok once fancied himself Bhaal's Chosen, until we put him in his place. Feel no shame for forgetting him - history shall do the same.


Credit where it's due: Shadowheart is tenacious. And tougher than I expected.


Back up, this is a crime scene.


Thank you.


Oh, you need my help?


So it's like that, is it? So be it - the Blade does not yield!<br>


<i>These forces are just a distraction - I have to dominate the brain! </i>


Hold still.


Very good - you've grasped the basic definition. If I ever misplace my dictionary, I'll know who to ask.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Let's give it a go.


What I did was wrong - and I won't ever forgive myself.


She follows - <i>followed</i>  Gond.


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


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


*The mystery of the disarmed trap approaches its conclusion. Sadly, you may not be alive to see it.*<br>


How unsophisticated of you, girl. Could you have not at least attempted a lie? You always did possess a stubborn streak.


Missing - 'Zola'. 'Rascal'. Why do those names sounds familiar? Oh - the blood-stained collars...


What do you know about me? You spoke of my past, being chased by wolves - I told no one about that...


I got myself nabbed though; ended up all snug in a cage instead of smashed. I'm wily like that.


Surviving what comes next.


As you wish. But when your skin starts to peel away, remember - Volo offered to help.


You are adorable, though perhaps a little inattentive.


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Must be in one of these chests, then. Or all of them, should we be lucky.


How regrettable. Tell me, sweet creature: does your flesh taste as honeyed as I could hope for?


Sob<br>var 3


Why is it <i>always </i>a mephit?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


I made a pact for great power - only to end up here. With you.


Wish I'd used the latrine. Always need to, before a battle.


Move it, people - I want us gone <i>yesterday</i>!


Ira!


'Lathander to light, Selûne to guide, Kelemvor to show mercy -'


Huh. Fair enough. Can always get my money back when you're dead.


You owe your wretched life to my friend. Now tell me what I need to know.


First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures.


*With a scamper, he is gone from the room, and in his place is -*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Glorious summer day, is it not? Perfect, in my opinion, for a light, refreshing tipple!


Good. I have little of it to spare.


That book's got an awful aura. Gale will definitely want it.


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


No - it is a <i>hamster</i>.


Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gale, take a look.


*Her hands and mouth are all over your body, each touch sending a flush of new sensations racing across your skin.*


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Don't you have anything better to do?


NO!


I will avenge you!<br>


All dead, majesty. It is time for us to move on.


A dead drow. Hardly a welcoming sight.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Oh, petal, I've missed you.


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


Hmph.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


*The rat seems agitated, like it doesn't want you to leave. Not without getting what it wants.*


Welcome to the Circus of the Last Days - have fun, and be sure to catch the star of our show, Dribbles the Clown!


It is my hope that my research will lead to liberation and peace for my people.


Necromantic rites. The victims are being leached of all life, and left as undead slaves.


Efforts


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


Z'rell won't be pleased about this - she strikes me as the type to enjoy a little bloodshed.


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


I haven't seen you here before. And dressed like that, I doubt I'll see you here again.


With Ketheric gone, Orin proved treacherous. Bhaal's Chosen wants the Netherstones for herself.


Here we go again.


This depicts a man grieving over a lost one, his wife or daughter most likely. I don't want to imagine such pain.


Well. Into the great unknown...


I would sniff you out in an instant. Prey like you always has a most distinctive scent, it's like...


Now, was there something else?


It is Zariel who should tremble - not us.


But cannot compare to ours.


Canto te!<br>v2


Thank the gods - after Zevlor I'm second-guessing everyone.


Everything must be clean. Then new master will see our worth.


Friend... enemy... like Xargrim...


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Remand the thief. I will <i>not</i> say it again.


Bollocks to luck. It's only the deal that counts.


You've spoken to Brem? He'll let me go free?


I'm ready to fly this place. Are you?


Portalcrafter... trespasser... warlock...


Your companion's a brave one. Not everyone would make a promise like that.


They tortured my kin at length - broke her, and learned what she knew of the Astral Prism.


Minsc bent the knee, as you asked. But all four of Boo's little legs remain upright, and primed for Sarevok's tender parts.


Looks like an army marched through here.


Bailey, you're fired. You have five minutes to collect your things and get out the door.


Suddenly being made to stand on one foot for hours doesn't seem like such a bad punishment.


The cultists ambushed us out in the darkness. They butchered half of us - just to make a point.


Don't make me use my magic - not even I know what will happen.


Even if she's damned herself to a lifetime of that same pain.


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


'Lathander to light, Selûne to guide, Kelemvor to show mercy -'


I don't need much excuse.


Here we go.


Release me. Or enjoy a future as <i>ghaik.</i>


All is ash and meat!


Have you tried the Lantanese candles?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Sorry, Smart Stuff. No joy for you, I'm afraid, but that sounds like job security for me.


<i>Then you will have to trust me. You will have to give me the stones.</i>


Meanie! Wanted to be dragon...


Recovered <br>V3


Do not expect thanks for killing goblins. For all I know, you had something to do with Halsin's disappearance.


It's the best situation I've had in years, honestly. Mistress of the house lets me operate from here for a fair price. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy.


It's no use. The prince is unreachable.


For this one moment, in this one battle, the lich queen and I share a common cause: the Netherbrain's defeat, and the Grand Design's failure.


Of course.


Inaccessus!


I beg your pardon. Was I too <i>rough?</i>


You best not piss away Manip Nestor's good graces. I hear Wyrm's Rock Prison is rather cold this time of year.


Non fit injura!


I still see some bone in there, my love - remember that we don't all have teeth as big as yours.


Cora... Highberry...


Glitterbeard. He was given mastery of the Counting House over me, you know. Well deserved, wouldn't you say?


I should just leave you.


I won't leave you behind.<br>


You can't be serious. You know what's out there-


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


<i>Straj</i> - what are you doing?


I guess. With any luck, nobody upstairs will give us a thought for a full tenday. Maybe two.


And <i>poof</i> - the power's gone.


A rat with delusions of grandeur. A bit like the gods themselves.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


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


Look here!


Well? You clearly want to say something.


I think that if I had the chance to snatch someone I loved from the jaws of death, I would not be asking for anyone else's opinion.


Oi!


Exactly!


Impero te!<br>v2


I shall not leave you like this.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


And why would they do that? Vampires are power-hungry creatures. They won't lose a servant to create a competitor.


Perhaps it could inspire some like-minded citizens to help your cause.


Ring's engraved all over. Looks like the same language as that dictionary we found.


Charmed, I'm sure.<br>


Camp... temple... close...


Head to Baldur's Gate immediately. You'll both do excellently there, I have no doubt. And thank you for, well, you know.


Few other paths remain. Perhaps it isn't wise to shun the one who just saved us - even an illithid.


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


She's gonna send me to the bottom of the sea, isn't she?


I'm not messing with that - thing's filled with poison.<br>


It is most unfair to pour such scorn on rats - they have their place in nature, same as you or I.


Well now - a little spectacle never hurts.


Listen, you!


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


Oh. Oh dear.


Infuse it.


This is not a decision to make in haste. Let us talk it over, first.


Corridor... triggered old trap... cave-in...


Eh, all right. Just don't tell no one, okay?


Nice as it is, she still doesn't have the best hair in the camp.


Where did the djinni find this crap?


Speak Common don't you? <i>Move.</i>


Greedy goblin. But all right - I'll scout out my own, if needs be.


Bet her crew know more than they're letting on - see if you can get 'em to talk.


That is NOT my Dribbles! I WILL REND THAT PESTILENT IMPOSTOR LIMB FROM LIMB.


Oh Master, I wish you could stand brutalising me forever.


*Brave and loyal Rocky, who saved his master from an ambush.*


Is someone crying?


Looking for something?


A word.


It broke him - not long after you left. There's nothing more to be done but grieve.


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


Back, beast! Back!


Do you mind? I'm very busy.


I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A TEN-DAY-OLD IF YOU DON'T RELEASE ME RIGHT! THIS! MOMENT!


<i>Qun'irel! </i>Look at him. He's <i>clearly</i> not with the Inquisition.


Stop that, or there'll be trouble. The dead deserve their rest.


Please. Help.


The drow - two of our most popular courtesans. A night with them seems to be rather life changing - if you can afford it.


Harpers - now is the time!


A cat... with wings?


Shit. Forget I asked.


Ugh. That could've gone more smoothly.


Better for us to be a solution rather than a problem for his Steel Watch to scrape off the street.


Karlach... no no no...<br>


*His voice catches. There's more going on here than meets the eye.*


No, kid. No.


Away, <i>insect.</i>


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


It told Minsc exactly what he wanted to hear.


Flagra!


I have not met a <i>ch'r'ai</i> of this rank before. He will still aid us, right?


Before we continue, I want to make sure you're comfortable.


Don't you worry. We'll set you to rights.


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


I don't want to get more mixed in with this mind flayer shit than I already am. Got it?


I'm sorry for Shadowheart; it can't have been easy for her to open up to you. But I know she'll be all right. She's got a lot going for her, that one.


That's the end of the Emperor.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Para bellum!


This... <i>dream companion </i>wanted me to use the tadpole - use its power. Whoever it was claimed to be an ally but... I don't know.


KETHERIC THORM!


What's a founder? The lady said he saved Baldur's Gate and became a hero!


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


<i>We </i>don't know that for sure.


*A smile threatens to curl your lip. A cure is on the horizon. Soon, you'll be rid of this tadpole for good.*


So that's what they were harassing. Cheeky little imps. The children, I mean.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gale?


It hurts, you know. It <i>really </i>hurts.


I'm glad it was dead when we found it.


I have just the thing.


You... you aren't joking? Huh. I kind of believe him more now than I did a minute ago.


Need to find a way forward.


SmileOpen<br>var 2


She calls! She sings! She... mourns?


A painted hand. It belongs to Dribbles or someone with equally woeful taste.


... right. Fine. I'll do that.


Don't play coy - you could have left us behind but you didn't.


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


Cold bastard.


You intrude on the circle. You intrude on my <i>mind</i>.


Blackguard! You're viler than the worm that's consuming you.


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


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


We still have the tadpole - we could become illithid and assimilate Orpheus.


Cast around - it cannot have gone far.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


All in a day's work.


Cloaca...? You could have just said tunnels, you know. I'm nauseous enough as it is.


Hm. From the looks of that book, Gale might want it.


The engravings on the ring are the same mysterious script as in the book we found.


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


Delicious as you were, I didn't want to go too far.


You've been smiling like a fool of late, wizard. Explain yourself.


Can we leave yet?


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


Boo, he basks in your brilliance!


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


But there's another option to consider: Orpheus.


*In his eyes, his people's past and future, fighting as he tries to understand the true path, the right path. The weight of responsibility, heavy upon him.*


Whatever happens, we love you all the same.


So listen close. I won't say it again.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


It's time to finish what you started. Kneel at the altar.


I'll solve this damn thing myself. You can rot.


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


The lure of knowledge is a hard one to resist. Even where it requires us to endure discomfort.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


That's them! Kill the drider - take the Moonlantern!


I was holding back, if anything. Worried that I might... lose control.


The highest of their rank are called True Souls. They carry a tadpole just like yours. It is how they receive their orders. It is what makes them <i>obey</i>.


I do love the people I meet in these dark lands. Everyone's desperate for something.<br>


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


A viper bares her fangs defending her brood. Is it not her nature to strike at invaders?


Invoco te


Enemy of the people - face the justice of Lord Enver Gortash.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Looks like an ambush.


Ketheric Thorm, leading Shar's forces. Quite the about-face for a warrior of Selûne.


Can't have 'em fallin' asleep now, can we?


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Let me help you.


<i>This city is no place for the peaceful pursuit of knowledge. I am... disappointed.</i>


Let's get that patched up.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


<i>This is most unusual. The incubation period should be complete, as should your transformation.</i>


But I believe in second chances. When you come crawling back here - and you will - we can talk.


Hurt


I made my promise. I will not fail my queen on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


*The Nightsong is an immortal being, the child of a deity.*


Probably a waste of time.


My Queen - <i>shkath zai!</i>


Hm. This doesn't open from here.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


So. The last time I saw a drow, he tried to slit me open. I hope you're more agreeable.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Yet another githyanki disc. We must consult Lae'zel.


I might just look into that... after I'm through squeezin' some gold outta you right now.


This shape feels deliberate, like it might have some sort of purpose.


Do you know - it's a genuine pleasure to deal with someone with a bit of sense in their head.


Attack<br>var 4


The thugs are getting bolder. My husband's been mugged twice this month, if you can believe it.


Blasted fog is everywhere.


BEHOLD - AKABI'S WHEEL OF WONDERS IS BETTER THAN ANY CLOWN.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


If I admired nobody I would travel alone. <i>You</i> have earned my admiration. And more.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Come - we're all friends here. No need to pretend you don't like to twist the knife.


Sine metu!<br>v3


Your pleasure is mine, sweeting.


How could you say such things? We're family.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


We'll live to tell another tale, if we can just convince these druids not to turn us out on our backsides.


Pragmatism, thy name is Shadowheart. You're not wrong though - best we keep our sojourn here to a minimum.


*Scratch's tail wags furiously. These two have become firm friends.*


Valeria? Well I'm not messing about with a murder inquiry, for damn sure.


Oh, my hand slipped.


What are you gonna do? Arrest us?


Thou quivering plague rat!


((*silence. I am breathing life*))


Look. Don't talk.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


<i>But then who'd save this fucking place.</i>


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


<i>The expansion of one's mind with the intellect of others' is never a bad idea. </i>


Dodge


You are mine. Forever.


Hm...


Won't budge.


Good. Somewhere in the library there should be an image of my Lady that we can shroud in darkness. The spear should reveal itself.


Aridissimus!


Tunnels underneath the Open Hand Temple... and a dead priest's name written here.


Better save any rescue attempts until dawn. Darkness is no ally in the pursuit of such an enemy.


Closed Mouth Effort


Steel Watch! Subdue these creatures. I command it.


Splendid! New coin and customers always welcome.


You turned the pain of the damned into impossible pleasure.


A word is in order.


Githyanki lay their eggs on other planes. They cannot mature in the Astral.


The druid makes his home in a nearby sanctuary where his followers worship a false god.


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Let us finish this, Aylin. I have a price to pay for my power. It will cost me your life - for my own, I have already paid.


That's, um, really nice of you.


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


Let's see what other surprises we have in store for each other.


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


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Auribus teneo lupum!


What's it calling to? Are there more of them?


Exquisite, isn't it?


They're not even going after him. I wish I were surprised.


Come here... please!<br>


Should step in before it gets worse.


You could have done nothing back then - not without putting yourself in danger. The Moonmaiden guided you in her own time.


I'll patch you right up.


That should work.


*Your words have only made you appear more guilty. The guards will be hearing of this.*


*Without an illithid parasite buried in your brain, your words have no weight here.*


I'm sorry, master. I'm so sorry.


No, thank <i>you.</i>


*As its influence wanes, they clutch their heads, blinking in confusion.*


Almost in the clear!


You ruined my fun - I don't want to talk to you.


That tentacle came from below. We should follow - I'm not about to let Ketheric walk free.


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


*Your mind briefly swaps with hers. You both wince in discomfort as you recognise you share the same infection.*


I will find you at your camp, and help you with your problem. Right now, I... I need to go be alone.


Crèche Y'llek - with me! To the death.


I'll sleep better tonight, knowing these hunks of scrap are off the streets.


A dragon. Gods preserve me.


Your dismissal is no shield. Kagha will ensure all outsiders are driven from the grove.


They were on the road to Baldur's Gate, near the mountain p-pass.


My thanks for your excellent guidance. Ah! And yonder I spy the object of my pursuit.


*It seems you can't buy your way out of this.*


This is only a taste of the 'mercy' a <i>ghaik</i> would show you.


*Smoke rises like hot breath, but whatever semblance of life once powered the <i>zaith'isk</i> is gone.*


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


What to choose?


Effort v6


'The Prince of the Comet is not dead.
The Prince of the Comet will come again.
The Prince of the Comet will liberate us from Vlaakith's tyranny.'


Strange. Why make a path from the Underdark to here?


A rapscallion I can have grudging respect for. A bare-faced liar, on the other hand...


Citius!


See? Thing just looks scary. Doesn't have a spine.


Where? Ach, never mind. Idiot's probably wandered someplace else since.


*Her mind focuses - the giths' suspicion cannot be aroused. They cannot discover that the weapon they seek is right within their grasp.*


This crown seems too powerful and dangerous an object for mere mortals to possess, Gale.


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


What? This hammer can free Orpheus from his astral prison. Take it -


Eh. Nah!


A <i>ghaik</i> ship. Disgusting.


Effort v4


A githyanki disc, covered in writing, perhaps? Lae'zel might be able to decode it.


Dost thou think to rush fate? See to the dead first.


Closed Mouth Effort


A fairer deal than I expected.


A very gory idea of art.


Don't bleed out on me.


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


Caeco te!<br>v2


Beautiful. And terrifying.


Your demonstration was most impressive.


Aresce!


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


*A huge, polished disc looms before you. A mirror - one used by the Sharrans to plunder memories from the minds of others.*


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


You made a choice that would cause most to tremble. You made a sacrifice far greater than merely laying down your life. Your whole future, utterly altered. The world is in your debt, and I am in awe of you.


I'm sure your friend would agree. A githyanki is as likely to forsake its violent nature as a gnome is to fly.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


<i>We serve her still, and so do you.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


For... security, I expect.


On your way, outsider. You've taken up enough of my time.


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


Please, don't remind me. But keep your guard up with her.


Not to me to interfere in someone else's quarrel...


Caeco te!


Hurry, get to the brain and cast the spell to compel it to submit. I'll cover you!


He's legging it! After him!


If you fail me, the spiders will feed on your bones!


I assure you it remains stable as ever, in spite of our encounter with the Netherbrain.


<i>It's vulnerable, but not defeated. Use the portal - we will bring it down together.</i>


Look at that. A Mason's Guild.


I feel a presence here - a power. The patron god of this place?


Do I have to do everything?


And then <i>we</i> will be first among Her favourites.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Kill! Kill! Kill again!


Venenum!


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>


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


*The injured man locks eyes with you. A familiar squirming churns in your head.*


Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Reeks of mugwort. Tastes terrible, but makes some useful potions.


A sharp blade, with sharper magic. Best be careful with this one.


Of <i>gold</i>? I did not know I meant so much to you, guildmaster.


I shall strike like a hidden serpent.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Scatter!


Risus abundat!<br>v3


I shall not abandon you.


That was on purpose!


We may need a purge or two. Just to secure our position.


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


We shall not fall!


Oh, a mere trifle. How dear is one's soul, really?


Have I got everything, then?


It is a solemn task - one this city forces us to undertake time and again.


How would you like to sell it to the Society of Brilliance?


Never. Thieves aren't afforded such luxury.


<i>Bombs away!</i>


Victory v2


A brain in a jar...


This must be what that book meant. I need to get across - and that means remembering where these platforms are.


My kin wield their spears formidably. It would be foolish to provoke battle with them now.


Come back to me.


Bright tower. Pretty.


I won't go on without you.


Minsc believes in you! And not just because his hamster told him to.


When I think about it, I'm not sure she ever did - I was foolish.


Astarion - you bit me!


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


Help is coming, Obelia - just hold on.


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


Not one false move.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


I need healing.


Isobel - I've just gotten word. I need you to come with me. Jaheira's orders.


To lose someone you love... Minsc and Boo know this feeling well.


*The glyphs resemble the language of the githyanki, but the dialect is ancient, unfamiliar.*


If this is what the fates have offered to aid our cause, then who am I to refuse? I'll take your tadpole. Let's see what it has to offer.


Good, I'm getting restless just sitting here. I need to do something.


So my kin are hunting cultists too. If nothing else, they'll be quick to cut down their numbers.


Or perhaps, a certain parasite that's clamped its jaws into me. Regardless, you're right. Better to stay focused on the real world's problems, than the fantasy of an easy solution.


Rope? Someone climbed up here. I'll wager a gnome got creative.


I see... fast as in right now, I assume, rather than 'first light after some sleep' fast? You'd better tell me all.


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


What's hiding here?


Voco flagella!


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


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


<i>Daughter of Selûne, show me what you can do!</i>


No. Not yet. We can't go on - not without the Spear of Night. We must return to the library.


<i>Shit - I've seen this </i>jargh <i>fight. </i>Drugnin' <i>animal. But sooner die than lose face.</i>


Wait! Wait! You didn't answer!


Anything of value?


Of course you did. I'm as extraordinary in bed as I am on the battlefield.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


That corpse - a tiefling. But not one I recognise.


That old woman was certainly memorable.


Para bellum!<br>v2


Was't your father a flounder?


Do not look at me like that.


You might want to be careful - I've heard he's not really one for customer service.


No point spreading honey on dung - he's dead. Godsdammit, Zevlor.


You people have endangered the grove for long enough. Go away!


As a child, I thought a crèche an impenetrable fortress. I see now they are like everything else - breakable.


All the more reason to rid ourselves of our own uninvited guests.


If you have the gold, my pet artist will make you a most heroical likeness.


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


Perhaps? I guess all sorts of monsters come out at night.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Curious.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


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


Nothing.


Right tool will do the trick.<br>


Thank you for noticing.


Her eye is all gone, yuck.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Stone Lord, aye! Bastard's going after the Counting House - but he doesn't know that that's just another Guild operation. Heh.


Dark Justiciar uniforms... these were Shar worshippers - the same as me.


Now?


Didn't know... Anything...


Go on. I think Absolute's boots need another licking.


A spell. Cast <i>Light </i>on the chest, and we should be all clear.


I found something.


I found an empty bottle of venom in camp, Minthara. Safe to assume it was yours?


Eat this, you pile of junk!


Cazador's spawn infiltrated the camp, and took Astarion. It is time I paid them a visit.


I might just be about to remedy that.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Many things delight the heart, but only one makes it sing. Tell me, what is her idea of a perfect day?


I will speak of it when he is here. Not before. But it will be to your advantage, I promise.


I hope they write stories about you one day, <i>ra'stil.</i> I would tell them proudly.


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


With haste.


Te curo!<br>v3


That label... I actually <i>remember </i>it. Wyvern Whiskey. Mother Superior's favourite. Reminded her of Waterdeep, she said.


Myconids. Just as I thought.


You want to buy something? Buy it. Then get out.


I can feel it. The engine. It's getting hotter. Louder. I feel like... like it might burn out completely. And soon, if I don't find some way to fix it.


He's traditional, and I'm just a ravenous beast who wants all the attention for herself. Ain't sorry about it, either.


We are spotted! Prepare yourself.


Shut your mouth, <i>hoon</i>, or I'll shut you down.


You lied to get the Nightsong here. Made us all believe she was nothing but a relic. I have seen what true leadership can accomplish - but never under your tutelage.


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


*Suddenly, a suffocating wave of divine rage surges through the spider pit.*


I hope your goddess appreciates the blood you have shed for her, Shadowheart.


Your idea of leadership is intolerably naive - your decisions will lead us to ruin.


Finally. I've been waiting for someone with any measure of wits to heed my clarion call.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort


Magis amica veritas!


*The mind flayer's corpse twitches, then collapses again. It will speak no more.*


A shrivelled undead? Eugh. Thank you for putting him down. Would think the Bhaalists want the dead to stay that way.


I'll not tell you again - get lost before I lob a ladle at you.


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


*For a brief moment, uncertainty clouds his mind, then dissipates. The Astral Prism vibrates in concord.*


*Interfering with a corpse is a good way to become a corpse yourself. Especially when you get caught in the act.*


Attack Critical<br>var2


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


No! P-please! If... if the g-goblins find out, they'll... they'll kill everyone!


Enough, Rion. I taught you better manners than that.


Da mihi facta!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Apparently not yet. You still need to lose one of your hangers-on before we can face him.


*Pain shoots through your body as the needle snags on your optic nerve.*


How much farther can I go?


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


I am not surprised that this crèche has yet another defect.


Farewell. And good luck.


Excellent. If we ever become friends, I'll know what to call you.


Back to the toad-freak. I can't risk it escaping.


Is there anything I can do for you, friend?


About what?


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


Better keep an eye out for more.


Invoco te<br>v3


Better stay alert.


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


Vocals - Movement
Hum, meancing snicker, sniffing
v2


<i>In my name.</i>


Not without you.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Here we go.


Duergar can't hurt anymore. Will wait until it's safe to leave.


We'd have been safer in the crypt!


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


Fronti nulla fides!


Snore
zzZzz
v3


There's something strange about the vermin in this place. Can't put my finger on what though.


A prayer book won't be much help to us in this place. We should leave it behind.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


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


Damn it, no! Once we left that bloody grove, everything was supposed to be all right! We were supposed to be <i>safe</i>.


We are instruments of Her design. We do not question our role - we simply fulfil it.


I cannot tell if your stink is lies or stupidity. It doesn't matter.


I don't like it here. This is Raphael's private chamber, where he does his private things.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


If they come, we fight. That's the way of it.


So... did... I...


*But it seems that Gale's mind is elsewhere.*


Victory v2


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Hear what she has to say. At the very least you'll be better armed to survive what comes next. And that's the most important thing.


You keep your distance, and I'll keep mine.


Now hop along. When the time's right, the Absolute will tell us to act. Until then, we've got to play it natural. <i>In her name.</i>


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


Look at me, girl.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


I - what's this? What's happening?


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


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


That's the game done. C'mere!


You do it. I'm tired.


Attack Critical<br>var3


-unbind-
           -UNMAKE-
-us-


If you need advice, I'll do my best - though I have to say I've not much to draw on in this case. It's rather a unique predicament to have landed yourself with.


More than beautiful. You are the aurora stretched across the north skies. You are the golden dunes swept across the Calim.


No opening this with that lock still on it.


Hah! I hope that's a promise, dear one.


You can count on me.


An inquisitor can do far, far more than that. You'll see.


That's quite an egg.


The infamous Underdark. Don't worry of the dangers you <i>can</i> see - worry of the dangers you can't.


What rotten Hell did this tart spring from? My stomach aches...


The art of violence is one memory not lost to them - I assure you. Now, let us return to the fray.


There's figures hiding in the foliage - might be a trap.


Focus, <i>k'chakhi</i>. You play starting at the bottom right.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


You should be sprouting tentacles by now, but you're still the same kind of ugly you always was.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


'At least the mouther had to stop for breath.'


'Safe'? No small claim in these parts. Lead the damn way.


*You have a convincing air of innocence about you. That's enough for now.*


What's this? An elf and a dragon watching over Baldur's Gate?


This vessel's service lies with those of great import. Thou art not.


Where did the djinni find this crap?


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Harpers - now is the time!


So Tut's gonna tell you what he knows about the Stone Lord, you're going to leave us to our merry old time, and you're not going to put my name near any of this - yes?


You're one of us. No Fist left behind.


I'm in the way down here too.


Frange! v2


Ha! Have you lost all leave of your senses?


Now play with me.


And if you twist the pup's arm, he'll yelp, and the wolves'll come running.


A battleground. There are duergar and myconids among the dead.


I'm done. I can't wait to sleep.


A doppelganger? I'm all for believing people can change, but that's ridiculous.


This is what we have all been training for.


How do you like <i>that</i>?


Mmmm, I have something wonderful for you, dear mouldering Master.


You could have stopped Astarion. You could have saved our children. Instead?


An illithid brine pool - but no tadpoles. Curious.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


I am content. Go, rest. Dawn breaks all too soon.


What are you talking about?


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


And I you, of course. The tower just isn't the same without you stomping about in the background.


Shadows... attacked...


VO_SFX: All surrounding Goblins cackle as the drunk goblin point out the player kissed his feet


You have what you wanted, Chosen. And now you will see exactly what that means.


May we live every day like it's our last.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Selûnite graves. Whoever buried the corpses was in a rush.


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


Peri!


*Your silken words deflect any suspicion. Your presence here is beyond reproach.*


Ira!


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


Death becomes you.


Surprisingly spacious. Must have been quite active in its heyday.


It's your lucky day. I am receiving compliments at this time, and you are most welcome to make an offering.


Disgusting creature. I'm not sure I'll ever be rid of his bile-stench.


Intactilis sum!


Dying Freezing to Death


Let us hope they are enough, lest this plane fall to illithid ruin.


Get those boots, then we can talk rewards.


Hell yes!


If I must.<br>


You'll see for yourself soon enough if you head to the city.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


<i>Narn'guth kree'shav da'lor.</i>


Gale defied Mystra herself. I hope he does not come to regret it.


This shall help.


Thank you - for fighting back when so few do.


Against soldiers, hunters,
even armies we'll stand,


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Can I get you anything? A drink? A bite to eat?


Teach Fork how to be a dragon! Then, Fork tells you a secret. A big secret.


Lapis root? Saffa? These do not grow in such a wet climate.


You think my baby ever left my mind? Not even at my lowest.


Maybe. But it would be unnatural to feel otherwise.


I needed Mystra's intervention. She offered me a path to redemption at last, and it might yet leave my mind and body intact.


Open up.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


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


I won't begrudge you that. But our interests align, and I hope no loyalty of that <i>thing </i>in your head to the Absolute will interfere with our salvation.


The depths are no place for me - I shall be glad to walk upon dry land once again.


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Gorgeous jewels, fit for a royal. How did they find their way here?


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


One touch and this will fall apart.


Maledicte es!


Ubi es?


But Avernus is no place for decent folk. I'm glad they got out. <i>So </i>glad.


Never struggled, no purpose, nannied by that grim-gotten Butler. <i>You</i> are the one who isn't capable.


Careful. <i>Ethel.</i>


By the Gods, that looked torturous.<br>


If it looks like the Sword Coast, smells like the Sword Coast, and <i>feels</i> like the fucking Sword Coast...


It isn't personal. No one likes the Ironhand Gnomes except the Ironhand Gnomes.


Rotating plates. What might these pictographs signify?<br>


You look like someone whose soul needs feeding. Care to buy some art?


Voco glacies!


Cave circulum!


Clausus!


Hmm. Sometimes a mysterious cure is worse than the disease.


Thank you for fighting by her side. It means more to her - to me - than you know.


That's curious.


I've got one!


<i>And even without the shield, the extraction would involve severe cranial trauma.</i>


Throw some cabbage on your list for the market, Jord.


We can't trust her - her kin nearly got us killed when they attacked the nautiloid.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


This is not over. There is <i>no</i> lock that cannot be undone.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


There we go.


Falling


He will listen to <i>me</i>.


Ignis!


Kill the goblins, and you'll clear the way for yourself as well.


You have no business being here. Leave, before I make you.


*You were robbed. And by the feel of your pack, not for the first time.*


Shut that oversized chicken up!


I'm sorry, Gale. You tried. Mystra was wrong to turn on you, no matter what mistakes you made in the past.


I'll save you, I swear it!


SFX_VO: I took a deep breath - and ROARED.*


Repositioning.


And they <i>still </i>needed a vault pass.


Dying Panic Fall


*Her power and beauty are beyond words.*


I will try to make it swift.


Attack


By Mother Gith's silver blade, are we left with no choice?


We live at the mercy of the gods. Even I, immortal, have no guarantee of days to come.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Oi!


Ouch. That will need some healing.


Not an easy task. And far harder without a crèche to train it in.


Careful you don't pull a muscle in your haste.


Goodbye, master.


Thou necrotic stump!


Is your boss here to enjoy himself?


The road to Baldur's Gate lies west of the town. We should try to head off the Absolute's forces.


Effort v4


Pizzled rancour!


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


At least his counsellor survived, thank the gods.


You have earned your place as a Dark Justiciar of Shar.


You just need a little assistance, and I can provide it.


You're still going to kill that madman, aren't you? There's enough evil to go around without him.


Effort


So many people left - I'm glad someone stuck around.


You seem like a good kid. But I'm going to hold you to that - with my scimitar, if needed.


Job done. Whatever's left is yours to sort out.


No missteps, no mistakes.


This lock will yield soon enough.


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


And I. This environ seems worthy of a githyanki warrior's estimation.


We believe the cultists have taken Duke Ravengard to Moonrise Towers. I don't suppose you've found a way in?


This is the spot that's marked on that map.


Pity we didn't have you on the job from the start.


((*in death, your foe becomes your ally. I will raise it; you may command it*))


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


Oh - oh my. Must be what's left of that would-be extortionist.<br>


She has left this place to hew a new path.


Wait! I know him. He saved me from Auntie Eh- Eh- <i>Ethel</i>.


All vellum, no venom. This tome's magic is exhausted.


Laughter Maniacal


I'll get you moving again.


I've got <i>plans</i> for you, boy.


I had the same thought. And it's just going to keep happening...


Vlaakith does not lie to Her faithful. Open your mind - show me.


Punge!


Not entirely sure I'm a fan of being trapped at the bottom of the Chionthar. Better get ourselves out of here. Quickly.


You can't force it that way. Try something else, go look around - anything. <i>Please!</i>


More secrets? Just like the lordling. Always scheming, spewing pretty little vapours into the mind matter of thick-skulled dukes.


Is this everyone? Our numbers have grown so few...


My heartfelt apologies. I meant no disrespect to your sacrifice.<br>


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


Typical. Suppose I'll help.


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


Dodge
v2


It's calling its pack!


Away, eye-watering stench!


A massacre. Drow and goblins slaughtered the lot.


He helped me... gave me the paint...


An unfortunate battle... but I must stand by those I count as allies.


I had a friend when I was young, long ago. He played with me in the forests where I grew up... but eventually, I realised no one else had heard of him.


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


*No name has been engraved, but the message beneath is clear: 'Should have left those orphans on the street where they belonged.'*


<i>The Bitch Queen favours thee!</i>


Poor, stupid thing. Why is it even here? I thought we sent its pod away so it could be used elsewhere.


I suppose you came here to ask for your portrait?


They won't be back here any time soon, thanks to us.


Enchanted? Nice.


Is that not Gale's tressym companion, Tara? What brings her here?


Ooh, what did you do? The collar's vibrating.


Not even the worms will want your carcass once I'm done with you!


Victims of the shadow curse. At least they were afforded a burial.


For his sake, he best not develop an appetite for githyanki.


Mortem tuum sum!


Gone, spoiled meat. Gone from here.


Very good. We look forward to it.


<i>Come no closer, you - you... </i>


Effort v2


I gave your boy Helm a shot, you know. Stopped by a shrine of his. Even offered up a copper. And do you know what I got in return? One less copper.


Please. There is little more to be said on the subject. The best thing you and I can do is march on... towards whatever awaits us.


A clown's arm, stained with greasepaint and blood.


Whoa - what  in the hells are you doing?!


-----together-      -conquer--
    ---rule----
-COMMAND---


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Ah. I fear... well, I seem to have misplaced the vault key. Perhaps it's already been allocated to someone else. So sorry - but please do take your coin back.


This feels uncomfortably familiar - like that hag's den back in the swamp.


But her father Ketheric distrusted me from the first. He did not fancy an immortal for Isobel's mate. I understood; I respected his concerns; but our love was stronger than a father's reservations.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I'm afraid it doesn't quite work like that - though of course I'm immensely grateful for any assistance you provide in times of mortal peril. But I must ask more trust of you still.


This pelvis sports colourful motley - from a dismembered clown.


Lady Orin told me to allow your passage, but if she hadn't I would have been naughty and slipped you inside anyway.


But you were not alone in the woods. We caught a Sharran spy near our village, and learned that his accomplices sought to abduct you.


Goodness, what a fuss. Hehe.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


No staying down on my watch.


I feel a breeze - I wonder what's down there.


Into the shadows.


...No, Boo, I do not know what this has to do with the bears...


*At one time, these caverns must have been their banquet hall. The creatures are either long gone, or waiting patiently in the darkness.*


Listen - I'm indebted to you. And that's why I'm giving you a chance to walk away before you get yourself killed.


A little caution may be advised. The power may prove valuable, or it might not. We simply don't know.


Ageing? What do you mean 'ageing'?


Be grateful I'm not a 'true' vampire, then.


Slow! This! Thing! Down!


Not sure now is the time for chatter. There's a raging inferno surrounding us.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


With Mystra's sage guidance and our Lady's protection, I'd say you've a better chance than most.


*So close, and yet so far. All hope of escape frozen in time, forever.*


The toymaker's letter mentioned tampered-with toys. Let's be careful.


You see, I know Vlaakith's secret.


Mate, my head pounds with that mask around. How can you stand it?


Effort v10


Hah! Not many know that spell. You're close, but not <i>quite</i> right.


You think I'm just a pretty face? You'll pay up <i>now </i>- and just for trying it on, you can pay me double.


<i>Since you ingested my gift instead of using it, there is nothing further I can do for you right now. Proceed.</i>


No need, I'll finish this in one strike.


Hm - what was that?


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Nothing. It's not really the time for an ogre rampage, anyhow.


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


Oh. That's too bad. I'd heard you were good in a fight.


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


*A broken Steel Watcher. A tag wired to it reads, 'Unit defective - return to the Steel Watch Foundry at the West Docks.'*


I - I promise.


Dodge
v2


You swear to defend life itself, to protect all that is good and natural, and to repel wickedness wherever it threatens.


A helping hand.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*Pipes and pumps - that must be how they keep this basement dry, though it's clearly below harbour level.*


Let's take a look.<br>


Odd. What manner of mask is this?


Ah, come on. I know I'm not really who you're interested in. And anyway, even if I were, you couldn't touch me without getting burnt to a crisp.


It was the drow's fault!


I can do better. I must.


Find the one inside and destroy them. Be aware - they are not alone, and they will appeal to your trust. They are not to be believed.


Astarion? Where'd he go?


As I expected. This druid Halsin is key to our cure.


Oh, thank the gods - if it's wealth you seek then you've done yourself a great service, friend.


I recognise this. A merregon wore it. But they won't fight without a commander...


How many die today? How many die tomorrow?


Lord Gortash warned there would be doubters. Where there is genius, there are always sceptics.


I tried to pick beautiful people where I could, but there were so many over the years. After a while you stop caring.


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


Here's how this goes: you take one step further an' we'll fill your front with arrows.


<i>But you made your choices - such is the burden of freedom. And now we must move on.</i>


Hey... hey! You ain't roundin' me up for no raid. No way. I'm DRINKIN'!


Right. Lead the way.


She's never looked better! I'm impressed.


Something's on my mind.


Stay back!


At least you were never in want of pyjamas.


Ah. I'd so hoped it wouldn't come to this. But I can't let my prize experiment walk out that door. I'd hoped to take a sample with your permission. But I can do without it.


And so we have gone through the necessary steps again. It is gratifying to see your memory does not fail you!


Quiet. You've had enough pampering.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Fine. Good night, then.


Effort v10


*The stone buzzes with unfamiliar magic.*


Quick - back to the toad-freak. We can't risk it escaping.


Look, I paid good money for this ghost jaunt - I don't have time for whatever you're up to.


The mad monk's passed on at last. At least he went with a smile on his face.


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


Thousands of spawn, trapped beneath our feet. It is a worrying thought.


Nothing untoward about it, I assure you.


AH! Nearly had it!


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Tibi do pennas!


Bloody writers. If the pen really were mightier than the sword, they wouldn't need us.


<i>In umbram cretus, sanguine iuratus.</i>


Your contract, Wyll. Signed in blood, forged in fire, bound in bone - but not unbreakable.


Better dead than a greyling. Why d'ya think we call it Laduguer's Bite? After that slaver of a god you adore?


Please - don't call me 'friend'. You know what it's like here - backstabbing, vying for favour.


Someone's moving around in there.


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


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


By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gale?


I am tempted to leave you.


And it's because of <i>you </i>that I dared dream big enough.


Look at that thing, busted up and all. Yesterday it was the boss of the streets.


Godspeed, and good wishes.


Lovely little pick me up.


Ah, the so-called <i>Ironhand Gnomes</i>. Excellent access to technological facilities, but their politics are... dangerous. Increasingly so.


Time!


The Dread Lord calls!


I'll do you one better: allies.


Damn. That didn't work.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


A bit of patience is all I ask.


It seems the fate of the city lies in your hands.


Seems your stint in the harsh light of infamy was to be short-lived, my sweet. Not as short lived as Lord Gortash, mind you.


Death doesn't become you.


Don't - don't let me keep ya, boss. Lads were gathered by the windmill.


What is wrong with you? Do you wish to spite him again?<br>


Now you're a boat thief if I ever saw one. But nice of you to come back, so I can split your skull.


A wizard's tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. But as this wizard's not home - I say we take a peek.


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


Bones snapped like twigs. Must've been quite a fall.


Theory and supposition. None of which will helps us in the fight to come.


*Your mind upends. Somehow, in the decayed soup of this creature's brain, a tadpole lives. Another presence nurtures it, manipulates it like a puppet.*


You're missing out! Loved it as a kid. This water looks nasty as hell, though.


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Perhaps we should consider helping Minthara. She may be a useful person to owe us a favour.


Quite a jealously guarded item, I must say.


<i>Tsk'va. Gith m' zath'ak!</i>


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


Like a kitten roaring at a tiger.


Blood has pooled in the brain. I must open the cranium!


Did Orin do this? I will make her <i>suffer</i>.


Gods save us all if you're right, but I'd believe it. Whoever it is, they are <i>intimately</i> familiar with Sarevok's work.


Citius!


Ah, I spoke too soon of starting the day. I have told him he is pretty enough, but Boo insists on returning to the beauty sleep.


*The pod simply thrums, unheeding of your command.*


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


Is that Gortash? Gods, he just gets everywhere, doesn't he?


*Be sure to keep them close, so you can speak on their behalf if the cultists ask too many questions.*


Let's move.<br>


How's your shift going?


Kill yourselves - back to the hells with you.


Though... Mystra's eyes may be upon me, and she'd forbid me dabbling with such magic. She'd want it destroyed. Wasted, arguably.


Curious - I believe thou hast gone quite mad.


<i>Gods, it's </i>so hot!


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


Were I to get such help, I'd be appreciative. But <i>why</i> would a True Soul be offering?


*You peer inside the lantern and see a tangle of blood, bones, and two broken wings.*


Locked - as if that were enough to keep me out.


Was't your father a flounder?


Lady Orin has been waiting for you... We all have.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Thank the gods...


I suppose Raphael will be pleased, if nothing else...


<i>Hostes subeunt. Protege nos. Muni nos.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Something about that blade seems familiar...


The Flaming Fist won't find nothing here but rubble.


Someone ought to give these angry Fists a kind word and a biscuit, but that isn't going to be me.


But not all of those who stood against him survived - and those who did were never the same again.


*Suddenly you see what she sees. Feel what she feels. Distrust. Hostility. Because you look like a gith.*


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


Hag can't have gone far.


At once.


My pixie dust is bright as day; my injuries can light the way.


Here goes nothing.<br>


Vlaakith tests my might and my nerve. I will prove to her that my weapon is keen and my muscles are strong.


Life's a joke, dear, but now we're the ones laughing.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Time for bitter business the light would fear to shine on.


Look here!


Better get you out of there.<br>


Dead goblins, empty cage. Looks like their captive had the last laugh.


*Yes, perhaps it is best if they were... removed from the equation.*


I respected Bhaal's child once, but not you, Gortash. I allowed you to control me as long as it suited my purpose.


Good foundations. Hear that? Place was built with love. Symmetry. Glad to be here. Thank you.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Ugh - he's about to belch!


What? The dangers of overpriced taverns and muddy streets? I think I'll take that risk.


TALK IS FINE. TASTE IS BETTER. <i>PRIEST!</i>


Do not give up.


Wow. Thank you!


You haven't spent much time with my family.


Don't mind if I do.


So be it. Gale of Waterdeep, Chosen of Mystra.


Kiai


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


What's inside?


No it's not. What's the point of a story without an ending?


Y-yes, sir. I promise, sir. Never again.


Efforts


Thank Helm we made such good time! The army of the Absolute at your back certainly encourages a brisk pace.


Absolute's blessings.


Te curo!<br>v2


Would you like to experience this?


Hells, Florrick...


Or from Minsc. That mind-tickler has already caused me a great upset.


Selûnite drivel. Must be connected with that chest - it bears the same symbol.


Advance.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


New heroes grace Baldur's Gate with their presence!


Unless you're going to lose, in which case I would have to think about it.


We - <i>I </i>- run a shop called Bonecloak's in Baldur's Gate.


At least not yet.


Head hacked clean off and made to watch. A twisted vision.


From the looks of it, I haven't left Avernus.


I'm asking you to <i>live</i>, Wyll. I don't want to hurt you. And, to be frank, I'd rather not find out how the Blade got his name.


*Your father is the most beloved man of all Baldur's Gate. He will honour his only son in raucous celebration.*


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


Invoco te<br>v2


<i>I'm hot. Too hot. I think... I think this is it. The engine's finally cooked.</i>


Fine, grumpypants. Serves me right for trying to be nice.


Pigeon feathers. Someone's been plucked.<br>


Yes, yes - on my way.


It doesn't spoil the taste, if that's what you're wondering.


What was she trying to summon?


Fall by my hand!


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


<i>My vessel. He fought the transformation - he found it excoriating.</i>


That's Moonrise, keeping tabs. Nere says they've scryers watching the Absolute's followers for trouble, non-stop.


My, that halfling lady is lucky to be here.


Lapis root? Saffa? Rare to see these so far north.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


Perhaps you're overestimating my affection towards you a tad? You'd better seek a partner-in-embarrassment elsewhere.


That voice. Like nothing I've ever heard...


I know this design - Shar's faithful wield crossbows like these.


Don't know. Don't care.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Snore
zzZzz


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


Yes, you're right... There's more to it than just killing. There <i>has </i>to be.


Do I? Well I'm sure we can work something out.


Aye, it was. It was a failure I won't soon forget. Still, you are no lost cause, are you?


Ab uno disce omnes!


Intactilis sum!


Maybe this means I've got another, different target on my back. Goodie!


*You don't know why, but you are <i>really </i>good at this.*


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


((*the Sovereign spoke its word. you will obey*))


Time for some bloody work.


He is gone... we are freed...


Now that he is mine once more, I have everything I need. This ritual - this Black Mass that has been centuries in the making - is finally ready.


Loss is a gift, girl. Do you still not understand that? Now give me the true answer - what is your purpose in being here?


Everything is clear.


Looking forward to it. It's been a while since I was able to work with anything from the Hells. I won't say I miss it, but... well, maybe I do.


How long do you think Master Pennygood expects us to wait? I'm bored already.<br>


Gorging on food and drink before killing in honour of Shar - disgusting.


The knock-knock does not work. Perhaps the knock-down?


But, should great Vlaakith come to settle a score with <i>you</i> - I suppose I could be convinced to kill her.


Mph.


Little busy.


The road to Baldur's Gate is west of the town. If we hurry, we'll arrive before the Absolute's forces.


We must destroy him in his lair before he completes the rite, and becomes a threat not just to Astarion, but to our own designs on the city.


I'd rather tangle with a dragon than get tangled in all those limbs.


Let's just go. There's only so much my stomach can take.


Of course I am - look at you!


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Mephits? As if my hands weren't full already!


Please, she must be here - in another cell or something.


Come little one, let's hear that scream of yours one more time.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I do not have violent urges, I have violent intentions.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v7


These barrels aren't light, I'll tell you that for free.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. I can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


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


You're looking flushed!


A doppelganger. Minsc is not vain, but if he looked this way... perhaps he would switch faces too.


Is that...? Hells - the shadows have taken Lae'zel.


Bloodied ring... Guess the killer didn't want jewellery.


How 'bout a hand?


Follow your instincts. Don't be afraid.


It took a veritable army to run him from the Wood of Sharp Teeth. Who in the hells brought him here?


My magic is <i>infinite.</i>


Sure what else am I here for? Bye now, petal.


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


The shadow curse still taints the land. Perhaps we could have lifted it, had we tried.


There's only one place I'm finding a sussur tree: the Underdark.


Thank you for saving us - <i>again</i>. I'm never leaving Bex's side again. Never ever.


Kill me. Kill me, please.


You are wasting time. To the helm. Hurry!


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


You will stand, and you will fight.


It's the truth - I swear on your mother's grave.


I think it's fairly obvious. And impressive.


Please, save my friends, there's not much time!


The baby must be getting so big - I can't wait to see.


A winged aasimar tore through the skies like a bolt of lightning, crying for vengeance.


<i>Drugnin' </i>hoon. I'll split you from head to hole!


My blade will be the decider of sides!


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


Green leaves. Shallow water. Green leaves. Shallow water.


Oh gods, the whole building is collapsing...


No use. This must be unlocked from elsewhere.


Oh man. I can't <i>wait!</i>


No. As long as the voices stay away, I think you're safe.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


I would rather fall on my blade than become a <i>ghaik</i>.


Yes. The city must be rebuilt. Lady Shar's church needs fertile ground in which to flourish... and in the meanwhile, there will be plenty of lost souls drawn to her embrace...


Are you kidding? <i>Come on.</i>


<i>Lash'a'kla!</i>


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


*Here lies Brunnt Hallow, man of few words.*


Unfortunately, all this talk is getting me hungry. I'd better find something I can actually sink my teeth into.


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


Laughter Maniacal


And... that's it! Damn, I'm good.


I don't hear the Emperor. It can't reach us here, I guess.<br>


Ignore 'em an' be happy they didn't throw ya to the spiders yet.


Can't talk just now, sorry.


Do what you need to, Jen. We can follow your trail once we've rested a little. The Moonmaiden still guides us.


I'll strike you down.


<i>When you strike this blow, a cleansing of my church will be unleashed, with you as my instrument.</i>


Heh. Seen 'er carve more folk than she's cured. Still, she's a Chosen o' the Absolute now.


That's the Minsc Jaheira's been searching for? Good gods...


Your mission is fiction, snake - and Harpers do not ally with liars. We silence them.


I have seventeen courses of delicacies to prepare. No distractions.


Then piss in your cup - like the rest of us.


Let your darkness shield us in uncertain times, Lady Shar.


We need to find him, before it's too late.


Sure you will.


Don't... don't... don't even know what that <i>means.</i>


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Ira et dolor!


Closed Mouth Effort v4


<i>The Blade of Frontiers, hero of the Sword Coast - and his own father's killer. I can barely believe it. </i>


Gods... Poor Cora... How could this happen?


Barbarian Idle Breaths


I better hurry.<br>


How is that possible?


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


No, but it is yours. And if I were you, I would be <i>very</i> concerned.


Invoco te!


Vos curo!<br>v2


I know this may not be the course you would choose for me, but before you protest - you should at least know what it is you would be advising against.