Do not tell Isobel what fate has befallen Dame Aylin. She must not enter this viper's den.


How long until Rolan shows off his Thunderwave?


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Pick one. Whichever is quicker. And do it <i>now</i>.


Your clever mind is penning tragedy as we speak. Your repressed Urge yearns to kill.


I'm getting the runepowder back to Baldur's Gate. Alone.


Breathe quiet, move with care.


<i>Chk.</i> I have no desire to teach, though your request is understandable.


It's called Heap Gate Mess. A Baldur's Gate classic.


Hah! Why that almost sounds like a challenge.


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


*The mind is connected to another - it can only sustain a single connection at a time.*


Karlach - no! Not yet!


Ugh - slimy as Imoen's stew. Steer clear, Boo.


She might have won, you know. There was no need for your attempt at sabotage.


You just... you! Get away from me. Now.


*The sky splits open, and nautiloids pour out of a void that consumes the stars.*


Recovered <br>V2


Thanks, ma'am. He'll probably spill his guts as soon as he claps eyes on ya!


I'll kill you if necessary. But explaining your corpse would be a chore.


Our lord does not care for beauty. Bhaal cares only for death. Death in numbers. Death in droves.


Huh - that's true. And we're no strangers to working the land.


... West... temple ruins...


Closed Mouth Effort v9


By all means.


Look, I'll be all right. Give me a night to lick my wounds and patch up my pride, and I'll be right back to crushing evil before sunrise.


<i>Tnak</i>. I'll feckin' kill you!


I trust you to know the course we must take. But my offer stands - if none wish to shoulder the illithid's burden, the orb would achieve the same ends.


*He lets out a tentative chirp. Gaining confidence, he starts a song, abandoning his nest-building efforts.*


A good trick.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Piss off! We've got enough murderous arseholes lurking around without you making an appearance.


By Gond I'm glad you showed up... Hopefully Frell's not too worried about me.


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


Nine Hells!


Hm. This must activate elsewhere.


You know something.


We've found it. The Absolute is behind this door.


If we managed it, we'd have a specimen of incredible rarity on our hands.


A mind flayer? What's going on here?!


We can't get at him as long as the Nightsong's caged.


A little help from my hamster.


I - well, then. Erm, you've got a party to get back to. After all, tonight is about <i>you</i>.


<i>Be unerasable</i>, too. Make every battle your bloodiest yet. Vanquish the brain with me, end the Grand Design.


Something to turn the tide.


We've killed lots of you so far, haven't we? <i>We'll kill more.</i>


Anything for a friend.


No ogres. Surely for the best.


I'd rather stand tall.<br>


Mm - hello, love. Did you have a bad dream?


Be true to yourself, my Lady.


It's all right. Don't tell anyone - but I was afraid, too.


I'm not. I don't know how to do anything but run.


Attack<br>var 2


In fact... got any going spare?


Listen, your mate nearly got done in by the eyes - there's no time.


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


<i>All the love I can't repay.</i>


Good. Nobody saw you arrive - that will be to our advantage.


Things look... different.


Jaheira! Even legends can die.<br>


Victory<br>


Mmmmmhm.


Thought this place was pretty when we first arrived. Slaughterhouse now.


Head inside, now.


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


That city is a sizzling boil of corruption, with fiends 'round every corner. Boo cannot wait!


Yes. Yes, I am. It's just that, had it been me... Had it been...


What's this? For a ritual of some sort?


Not exactly the sort of thing that'll endear audiences to your artwork, is it?


Good riddance. This is no place for a wardevil.


This is a secret place. Do not speak of what you see, or we will find you.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


Now that the monster's dead, might it wear off...? You, begone - I must think.


If you insist. I'll make my way back, but don't be long, all right?


That's good ale. Nice'n chewy.


I wanted to fight, like you. Now they're just going to make me feed the animals again.


I should have known - there's no hope for me.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


A terrible contraption by all estimations.


Hold it! Not another step!


You professed a fear of darkness to Lady Shar's servant? Most foolish...


Resisto acidum!


You mean that as a compliment, I am sure.


The drinks are poisoned! Traitor!


Jewellery bearing the seal of elven royalty. Viconia and her high friends.


I am impressed by your courage.


Independent. Good.


Me too. I don't think I've ever looked forward to anything as much.


Listen. Think. When is he most comfortable?


You can't have it. I can't risk you turning - you'd kill us all.


The darkness he's subscribed to is unlike any I've heard of. I fear there's something deeper behind it all - something neither you, nor I, nor even Selûne can fix.


Tempestas!


So be it. They'd lose nothing but power they hadn't yet gained. I'm not worried for them.


I'm <i>busy.</i> Go away.


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


Can - can you feel it? Light. <i>Hope. </i>I'd near forgotten how it felt.


You killed many of your own people when you destroyed it. Does that bother you?


Anything of use?


Her words are spoken in the infernal tongue of devils. A threat, or a plea: '<i>I don't belong to you</i>'.


Malbolge, the desolation. The forgotten ruins of Maladomini. Cania and its mountains of ice. Or Nessus, the seat of infernal power.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Can't see a thing.


It may not be the best idea.


This is the annotated version of course.


Ludus non factum est!


The curse has no effect here - what is this place?


We eatin' that chicken wot woz runnin' about the place?


I prefer my statues to be the strong, silent type, personally.<br>


'Her Ladyship'. Zariel really has you under her thumb, doesn't she? Pathetic.


Whoever or whatever did this could still be around...


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


Buzz off - gotta concentrate on the meat.


Dreadful news all around. I can only hope they'll reschedule the festival - I was rather looking forward to it.


I'll make my own fun if I have to - and my own <i>friends</i>.


PainOpen<br>var 1


Don't think I didn't see that with yer slippery fingers.


What do we do?!


The Absolute's army is on our doorstep. You want to live? Get out of here - before it's too late.


Get! Me! Down! From! Here!<br>


Victory.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Rage, you say? RrrrrrrrrARGH! Step-brace, parry, swing - ugh.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Ominous, but Gale might find it useful.


Right. That seems to have worked.<br>


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


*There is a malevolence in this bird - rooted deep. It would not be wise to touch it.*


AHHH!


HAH, THAT IS OUR FRIEND! BOO WISHES TO SEE THE TRICK WITH THE KNIVES!


Intactilis sum!


Disciple Balthazar's orders still stand - none may speak to the prisoners. You can go now.


All right, then.<br>


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


I'll celebrate when Ketheric's dead. Not before.


Drivel, all of it. Gith declared Vlaakith queen of the empire, and her own son defied her. Orpheus would have ceded control to the <i>ghaik</i>.


The spirits provided you with the knowledge required. That is all that matters.


<i>They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!</i>


Rolan, I'm sorry.


P-please don't! I won't rat you out, I swear! J-just leave me be.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Don't listen to Vistra. She talks big for a short, old dwarf - those 'good ol' days' weren't all rosy.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


I can take what I please.


There's no denying a certain perfume of decay hangs over such dark magic, but that isn't to say it can't be put to good use. Or at the very least, neutral use.


Come. I'll take you to the Guildhall. Nine-Fingers is inside.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


A hundred years. More, perhaps. Concocted by Ketheric, enacted by Balthazar, my misery has been my centuries' long companion.


Cutting to the chase.


It is ours.


'Only?'


MMMMMMNN!


You can't raise a hand to the master, let alone kill him.


*The dog gives a soft whine of appreciation.*


Did I just break something? I hope it wasn't anything important. Ha... ha...


Claimed.<br>


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


Voss, to battle!


There's only one place I'm finding a sussur tree: the Underdark.


<i>If the githyanki ever find out what she has done, there will be civil war. Vlaakith will be finished. </i>


The child is inside that vile creature. Kill one, and both will perish.


What...? Get out of my head!


I helped kill an Overseer. I'm dead, I'm so dead.


I'll translate, then.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


NOW, BEGONE. AKABI IS BORED OF YOU.


Insects, <b>roach</b>es, vermin all. I bore of their petty customs.


Enjoy.


It senses something, doesn't it? I'll keep my guard up.


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They must have fallen in the fight against the Sharrans, all that time ago.


I'll strike you down.


*Trespassing can be easy. Getting out alive is the hard part, as you're about to learn.*


I am hopeful that we shall be thoroughly entertained. I hear this fellow is monstrously droll.


*The rat stares at you. It almost seems like it wants your attention.*


Thou necrotic stump!


... no fooling you. We've some scores to settle back in the Gate, aye.


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


Oh, you need my help?


Attack<br>var 2


Where's our dream guardian?


I'm glad you still think we have the luxury of being picky. Let's just hope another option presents itself...


What in the hells...


You are terrifying. I love it so much.


Looks like those two are about to fight...


This lake of blood again. It's even bigger up close.


Well there's no way that's real. What's it even meant to be?


In Vlaakith's eyes only.


*You know Maglubiyet - a tyrannical deity who treats his goblinoid followers as slaves.*


Mystra has dictated the terms of my potential for long enough. The Crown would grant me control of my own destiny at last.


<i>Then keep the stones close. There will be those who seek to take them from you. To stake their claim on power, even though you do not. </i>


As you know, Ketheric Thorm is - <i>was </i>- my father.


Well, Viconia was a <i>friend</i> for a short time beforehand. But then a foe once more!


No matter. You are here now, to face the Dark Lady's judgement, before a gathering of your peers. Give the artefact, and perhaps we will be merciful.


I'll fix her. I don't care if I have to trek to the Moonshae Isles and back to find a cure.


Githyanki armour. Not much left of the warrior inside.


Better pick my next target wisely.


Forgiveness? You've never forgiven anything.


Let me help.


Maybe. I don't know what this Duke Ravengard is like.


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


Dum-dee-dum.


But it is true - you are still under the she-devil's thumb...


Master Meztli is confirmed... The barrels are ready...


Deliver the truth. <i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


Best to stay out of its way.


Come on, get up.


There is some power to this thing. I know not what - and I'm not sure I wish to.


We have to look out for each other.<br>


...Boo... BOO... BOO!...


The paper quality's atrocious! Worn edges, easy tearing - that newfangled mechanical printworks is to blame.


Stupid creature. DO AS YOU'RE TOLD.


A giant nest... let's see what we can find.


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Something for Gale.


Can't see a thing.


Ocior!


The parasite must be playing with my ears, because I was sure that beardy tramp told Gale to find the Heart of the Absolute and then <i>blow himself up</i>.


You'd think I'd have more sympathy for someone trapped in a pod, but perhaps we should have left Mizora where we found her.


Mizora, show your ugly face!


The ablutions offered at the Temple of Beauty in Waterdeep are far superior. And they have the most excellent soaps.


In the gazette - yeah. You're that rotter from the front page.


It might be days or years, but he'll come for me eventually. He's inevitable.


Expello te!


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


YES, PRIEST. TRUST BOOOAL. THAT'UN'S A HERETIC - SO <i>START CUTTING.</i>


I do not midwife the birth of your young - do not tell me how to care for mine.


No.


*He had dreams of boarding a ship in Baldur's Gate, and seeing the world. But then the darkness came.*


They're worth more than their weight in gold.


Tunnels from the cellar... refuge...


You backstabbing <i>birna mrag!</i> We trusted you!


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


*Out for restocking, will return shortly - if I can find any more stock.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I won't let you suffer.


And you? You had this coming.


*It is... incomplete. It yearns to connect - but needs you to guide the process, linking each part of your mind to its like.*


<i>You see? It matters not if you raze this place, if you slay every one of your brothers and sisters. That was never where my power resided.</i>


Only a diabolist would have a collection such as this.


<i>Lord Gortash's death? Well, Mr Needle, it's a real tragedy...</i>


Arabella has behaved herself - so far. A miracle in itself. Thank you again.


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


So, you chose your family over your god.


Never before has a Bhaalspawn left a Blood Wedding at the altar. What were you doing, coward, not facing your sister?


A Sharron idol. Spooky.


Whoa. That isn't good.


I've seen your people in battle. I reckon you are no mere warrior, but a godsdamned <i>army</i>.


*Research notes. They describe a powerful venom extracted from a rare purple worm. Distiller Thisobald Thorm sought to create a fatal poison using the worm's gullet.*


It's no use.


Hurt Critical


I suppose that is a point.


*Fire spills across your thoughts: dragon's breath. The tadpole slithers, twisting deeper into your skull.*


My advice - shut up.


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


Yeah, maybe if I was half the size.


Deactivated. Thank the gods.


Something tore right through these people. They didn't stand a chance.


*That you still live and breathe is a miracle in itself. A sign that Mystra may be unwilling to directly intervene.*


Can't believe there are <i>mind flayers </i>targeting Baldur's Gate. We can't let them gain a foothold.


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


No hesitation.


Forget it.


*Tarenths are the currency of the Zhentarim - a network of merchants and mercenaries with few scruples.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


A-allergic? You mean just the beer can kill us?! G-get out of my way. I need some fresh air.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


These are my Chosen. They speak for me.


I can't fit through here. Wonder if there's another way in.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Closed Mouth Effort v10


You bastard.


Laughter Maniacal


((*they're coming. you're coming*))


<i>That's</i> what was in there? Those little shits.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Nothing to be done now. It's finished.


Finding it may not be a simple matter.


N-no! Please! D-don't hurt me!


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


Whatever you decide, do not delay for too long. Every moment we hesitate, the Crown may slip further out of reach.


It is. I promise.


Attack<br>var 4


A True Soul with a mind of their own... How is that possible?


Jenevelle. Jen.


A new start must be without limits, or otherwise how would we ever know what we are capable of?


I mean to burn the Absolute from the face of my city. So if you mean to help, congratulations - we just became the best of friends.


Get out. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!


A most difficult dissection. Sister?


I will assist!


We are their doom.


Dead, every last one. I'm sure Father Lorgan did what he could.<br>


I mean... surely <i>our</i> wine couldn't have been poisoned?


*An inscription on the leather reads: 'Do not open unless I have instructed you to do so. In case of doubt, await instructions near my body. Gale, Wizard of Waterdeep.'*


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


But I admire your dedication to provoking me on the rare occasion of my gratitude. Well done.


This damned place. Once my people are free, I promise you - we will <i>not</i> be coming back.


Let's give it a try. Haven't been to a goblin encampment in a long old time.


Me? No, promise. I'm just a kid trying to make a living.


No, wizard! You have so many more lectures for Boo to sleep through!


I didn't know he had such... refined taste.


Boo demands that you be well!


Don't mind if I do.


Dirty work's the only kind I like. But there are a lot of them and just the one of me. I'll take point, and you flank 'em.


*A dazed woman is trapped inside the pod. She doesn't notice you.*


What... what happened?


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


No place for a key. There must be another way to open it.


Now, do I have your word or not?


Well, that was a disaster. Can we call time on this farce? Please?


I think this was my favourite part - putting these on, pretending to be someone else. I suppose that's been my whole life.


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


I don't hear anything.


If I find anything interesting, I might even be willing to barter. Might. Tara - away!


But nothing to worry about... right?


I need a little extra edge.


Sir, <i>precisely </i>how many redcaps are missing?


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


Call, and I answer.


Invisibilis!


Y'hear that? This one wants us to bugger off so he can poach our prize!


No -<i> leave me alone!</i>


I already told you - if patter's your main interest, go see my brother. My focus is good clothing for a good price.


Harpers - you heard the man. TO ARMS!


This may prove useful.


Listen!


I guess you need this.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


Together, we will put an end to the Absolute, the Chosen, all.


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


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


You look like you know how to use a spear. Buy a spear, whaddya say? Huh?


Never thought I'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that I'm here...


You heard the guards - they're waiting on Kagha to give word.


They'll turn on you soon enuff... then you'll be <i>wishin'</i> you woz in a cage.


Oh, an illusory wizard!


It vexes me to know of you.


Nothing but brains. Food for mind flayers, I suppose.


These were scholars! All that learning, destroyed.


<i>Words of mine will turn to ash... When you call the last light down...</i>


Forgive my hamster. His cunning mind was made for the depths of space, not the depths of the ocean.


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


Perhaps using Ethel's wand wasn't the best idea.


I must keep her faith alive in mortal hearts. I must defend her ways, lead her children, stop all threats. Even if I must go against her wishes, I will prove myself her most loyal servant.


Karlach? Oh - what is wrong?


Probably a waste of time.


Don't know why everyone's cheering. We're just going back on the road.


You did us a favour, Yurgir, so I'm going to let that slide.


A message from Orin. What does she want?


Lae'zel, no!


Lae'zel. Blade like a razor, wit like a razor, tongue like a razor.


Only a true champion can awaken the wyrm. As the Blade of Frontiers, Wyll has proven his worth. Please - take him this message.


The skull - something is happening.


Sticking my neck out again.


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


*What was once script is now an obliterated scrawl. You have a sense these are names, a list, but of what?*


Attack<br>var 4


Thank the gods. I'll head out now, while it's quiet, but I hope to see you at Last Light.


Your wish is my regret.


In her name, I strike at thee!


I always dreamed of walking these halls, you know.


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


She - she found me and my cat Grub, snatched us off the streets and - and -


*A touch of bitter nips at your tongue. It is vile, it is luscious - apples and ashes, fresh honey and bonedust. You ache for another taste.*


Wot did it taste like?


You got jam in your holes? SHOVEL. Don't like it? Change it.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Within reach.


But then who'd save this godforsaken town.


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


The better question is - what brings an <i>istik</i>  to my infirmary?


We can lay down later.


LIAR!


There's no time.


Dragon claws, surely.


Bhaal's Chosen placed the Crown upon me in the depths of Moonrise Towers, and there I was born.


Ugh. I suppose I should.


A wellspring of city scum for us to splash around in. Lovely.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


I'm certain. The Underdark is dangerous, yes, but the alternative is suicide. Be patient and be thorough - the path will reveal itself in time.


Minthara was dragged to the prison in Moonrise. If she's still there, this is our last chance to save her.


Maybe you do. Gets me a beating, and gets you exactly nothing.


That chest. I can <i>feel </i>its magic. <br>


CoughIll
var 4


You've made a grave mistake.


So much for honesty. Our healer turned into a jailor pretty quickly once she heard about the tadpole.


We should check it out - but be careful.


Yuh-huh! I get to talk to people all day and work for the best damn smith in all of Rivington - Gyldro Angleiron.


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


This is no time for trite witticisms - this is serious.


Risus abundat!


Taking my time in the shadows.<br>


Glacies!


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


I think Scratch is up north. Playing in a goat-farm in Icewind Dale, of course!


Surge!


<i>I </i>knew <i>we shouldn'tve taken that fancy berry beer. Could've tasted the poison if it hadn't been so sweet.</i>


Scorched ground - better watch out.


<i>A recipe for fiddlehead soup - a favourite meal of mine, when I had need of meals like that.</i>


See you during the fight.


Selûnite rubbish.


Sorry, valued client, you're asking the wrong person- I don't serve drinks, I just clean up the spills and empty glasses. Talk to Alan inside.


I don't take orders from my masseuse. Eat up, now. And chat soon.


'The Prince of the Comet, Part Two.'


It was me. It was all <i>me</i>.


Ah, you've a moment for me? I was hoping to speak to you - I confess, my thoughts have been somewhat scattered since my audience with Mystra.


That was no ordinary bear... better investigate the corpse.


I don't hear anything.


<i>I tried to convince him of my reality - I was on the cusp of greatness beyond my wildest dreams. But all he could see was a mind flayer.</i>


Oh yes there is<i>. </i>All these years, I kept the Dark Lady's faith alive, against the odds, against the <i>devil.</i>


Loss holds hands with grief - even among goblins.


What did I - ? <i>What did you make Minsc do?!</i>


You ever need a hand, you'll have me at your back - whether you like it or not.


So Cazador wishes to ascend at Astarion's expense? Somehow I can't see our fanged friend accepting that meekly.


I serve the Lady of Loss. We stripped those tieflings of hope itself.


My head's mashed, guts are burnin'... hope I ain't poisoned.


Tuebor!


Come on, up!


...Then it started to claim all those within its reach. Those who had survived the battles now fell to the shadows - became part of the shadows. And worst of all... I lost contact with Thaniel.


Why don't you stop by my house? I'll be sure to look after you. See you soon, dearie.


Now is the time to spread her word: so many have suffered greatly in recent times, gripped by pain and loss... They will rush to the Dark Lady's embrace.


Argh! Too heavy.


All is ash and meat!


I'm going to have to be sure you stay quiet, <i>mragreshem</i>.


I better help.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Yeah?


Sarth... warrior of Vlaakith...


Who better to suss out his like?


She does seem like a fun romp. As long as she doesn't bite your head off halfway through the act.


*A hex like this would require a focus - a cursed object or idol.*


Oh my! Are you sure? Are you really sure!


Only Bhaal listens now. Your prayers are bitter salt and ash - they are nothing.


Another letter from Orin.


Let's go.


I pray next time I square up to a goblin, you're there again.


By the glory of Mother Gith. Tell me you've taken the Orphic Hammer.


I have come too far, slain too many, to be foiled by a <i>door</i>.


She most certainly will.


Ooh. More.


<i>What? </i>Beshaba's black bones - wait here. I'll find something to drag him out.


Need something else?


*Your protestations aren't convincing. You'll need to fight your way out of this one.*


Looks like the booze got the better of them. They're practically unconscious.<br>


Useful little mushrooms. This is a swift way to the Underdark.


Isn't it just? And it's even more convenient that you can give me exactly what I want in return.


-infiltrators-- DETECTED
 -CRUSH--
 -dismember!--


Ascend and conquer!


That <i>smell </i>- something died in here.


I'll take that.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


If that shithead falls, I ain't cleanin' the splatter.


Now go, continue your education elsewhere. You've delayed my work long enough.


What... what was that?


I've underestimated her. Won't make that mistake again.


And yet you did not. I can only assume there was something you felt was worth saving.


Or claimed, rather. Pain should be intimate and <i>loving</i> - not violent and brutish. Perhaps in death he...


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Naught but another harvest.


Macesce!


Dream? But we're elves, we don't dream like these others do... bah, this must be the tadpoles at play.


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


Only a true diabolist would have such an infernal collection.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


And that's the best name they could think up?


You want past? Talk to Elin.


I believe that's called growth, Shadowheart.


Whatever commanded these merregons didn't die here. Let's hope it returned to the Hells.


Ways and means, dear. Ways and means.


*Your abrupt exit from that conversation has caused some offence.*


I admit, I'm a little torn. You are repulsive, but just think of all the power you can access. It's a compelling mixture in an ally.


Yes, of course. A Torch of Revocation. Fitting for one so adept at tracking down wayward souls.


Effort v12


Crescit eundo!


The circus... it's gone?


So, other than to break my damn heart in two - why are you here?


Look, just talk to Mol. She's through that crack in the wall. She'll tell you what's what.


<i>The faithful know.</i>


Tadpoles, smuggled into the city. Wonder how many are already here.


Tired of killing... Orpheus... better way...


Swift as my feet can carry me.


AhhhAhhhAhh!


He <i>can </i>harm her. Just as Ketheric did. She'll survive it, but she can suffer like any of us - and for longer.


*The symphony already plays in your head: every toe snapping like a twig.*


It's just a cub! Get it back on the field!


I am Amelyssan the Blackhearted. I stood as Bhaal's high priestess - his eternal succour. Until I sought to usurp him.


*Glitterbright cleric, feel your wits sharpen and muscles harden under the blessing of Garl the Watchful Protector.*


Balduran sets sail while the dragon keeps vigil over the city.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


You'll burn in the Hells for this.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Easy to liberate some purses or slit a few throats... if you were so inclined.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Shout


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


The dark's strong here - this torch is useless.


Whatever.


A little spice.


Well. Made something of a mess, didn't we? My crew and I won't stop you tidying it up - not 'til we get some fresh orders from headquarters.


You know where you went wrong, Gale, and I trust you've told your fellow traveller here the nature of your ills.


Come on, let's move.


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


Hm. This fairy ring isn't glowing like the rest.


Dying Burning<br>v2


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


The sun can't harm me, Cazador can't compel me. I don't need to fear him anymore.


<i>All the love I can't repay...</i>


Let me give you a hand.


So Ketheric had a daughter. Wonder what became of her?


A scrying eye. Someone's watching.


Now! Myself and the Ironhand Gnomes have much to disentangle. But when you're ready to face what's waiting for you, believe me: we will be at your side.


Ah. Well, I could use a hand with the washing up - last time I let Fig do it, she blunted my best knife slaying 'soap-mephits'.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Our backs are very much prone to stabbing in this environment. So by all means - let's.


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


<i>I am not your enemy - the githyanki are! </i>


Intruders! Lord Gortash's orders were clear, the Iron Throne must be destroyed!


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


Oh, I'm sure they deserved it. I'm all for people getting what they deserve.


I can close that up fast.


Shut it. This is no time for joking around.


*As the githyanki prince takes his blade, a silent cry pierces your head. It's unlike any sensation you've ever felt.*


Dying Burning<br>v3


On I go.<br>


A delight, surely.


The Prince of the Comet will sear the heavens again. Let the lich queen tremble!


<i>But it was important enough to them that Gortash sent me to retrieve it.</i>


For Her glory!


This must be the forge - and what a feat of engineering it is.


Everything's falling apart VERY QUICKLY. Grab your contract, then fetch me, and we'll scarper.


Always room for more.


They'll need someone to lead them. Take the tunnels into the Underdark, find somewhere... well, not safe, but less perilous?


Florrick's here? Where can I find her?


Thou inglorious hog.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


<i>Exaudi me, Myrkul! Resuscita fratrem meum. E morte ad me redige eo!</i>


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


This view's almost worth the walk.


Voco arvina!


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


Voco glacies!


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


Be there in a blink.


Gods, the untold depravity... it is unprintable. I'll be out of syndication if I publish your gore-smut confessional.


Is it me? Am I ticking?


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


Very well. To rephrase: I will teleport you away for the cost of two riddles.


Together we are perfection.


Expello te!<br>v2


Forgive me, my lord, I did not know you are a member of the family.


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


She's offering a way forward. You would be wise to play along.


To refuse Vlaakith is to refuse me. You will do as she asks. Or <i>I</i> will be her wrath.


Needs a key.


If you'd rather put such power in the hands of a devil than in me, your trusted companion, well... that companionship might prove a rather fleeting one.


Just because you're not my pet doesn't mean you're not useful.


The worm, of course. That explains things. Somewhat.


This next spell should be interesting.


Look, sorry, I'm looking for new interview subjects - we need some <i>fresh</i> takes on the demise of the dearly departed Duke Gortash.


Butterfingers, pick those up!


He rented a room upstairs in the hope that you'd drop by.


Make time. I want to play. Or else.


An earthquake - but they are not commonplace here, surely?


*It feels ten times its size. Alive, awake. Almost <i>smug.</i>*


Waiting with bated breath.<br>


Voco flagella!<br>v2


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


Tut. A pity you didn't prove a more reliable ally. You could've reaped the rewards of my good favour.


Thankfully with Ethel gone, no one else will know what it's like to shit pellets.


I'm seeing you at a desk. Pile of books up to the ceiling. And me barging in with a brace of rabbits for supper.


Careful - hot.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


You seem nice and all, but I've teamed up with someone else.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v3


You been out there spillin' blood for the Absolute?


Fuck. I'll never get used to that.


Timmask and torchstalks. Great.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


She is in council with the General below. Show proper respect, and perhaps you will be alive when we meet again.


But it's a journey I'd rather set out on with a good meal and a rest to my name. And a nightcap wouldn't go amiss.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


Cazazdor always warned us to stay clear of this neighbourhood. Never said why, though.


It's free. Go, go, go!


The battle in the Temple itself... it seems you followed in the bloody footsteps of the Gate's old Bhaalspawn hero.


And yet you share a Father - her relation to you is as strong as it is to me, blood kin. Perhaps stronger.


It's already finished.


This'll ruin someone's day.


That statue. It seems they worshipped some kind of... scholar?


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


We don't want trouble. We're leaving. Please.


Unlike Isobel, he could not be brought back.


Well this is <i>delightful</i>.


Gnomey gnomey gnome... gnomey gnomey gnome...


I am Thorm. My father's tower grazed the new moon. Yours means zero, nothing, naught.


The Adamantine Forge - the wizard Dhourn was set on finding it.


I wouldn't bother. It's a new god - unknowable and mysterious.


You, though? You're one of them - technically speaking, I mean. They might not kill someone carrying their parasite.


Please start fitting customers, not slogans. You know, your job.


Attack Critical<br>var2


It is precisely because you didn't touch her, that you are <i>insatiable</i>. Your Dark Urge will have death, one way or another. Tonight.


What are you doing here? Are you <i>following </i>me?


Incredible. I feel your mind expanding. It is... beautiful.


Who's that?


I'll take Astarion to the master. The rest of you - deal with the witnesses.


Gods above - why didn't you say so?


Imagine what these things could do to a person...


I thought I'd seen the whole of you. Mighty as Tiamat's dragons, monumental as the One in the Void.


Whoever built it, they've let it rot for ages.


Didn't ask for your help. You can keep your honour and stick it somewhere else.


Your little scrote of a friend left this on my floor the last time you visited.


Of course - you have your own business to attend to.


Do this, and the queen's forces will aid us against the Netherbrain.


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


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Hope it doesn't see us.


*In memory of Ruven Cawley, who lived stoically and died without complaint.*


Hm. A game for surface children.


Something's on my mind.


I promise you, the thought did cross my mind.


Effort v9


A mere shadow of a creature - yet it hears the Absolute's voice?


*A crackle at the edge of your consciousness... the Emperor has been silenced once more.*


Heh. Just about. But remember: you're nuffing 'ere.


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


*How cruel your old life must have been. What could have happened to make you forget?*


Thy wizard sacrificed thee to save the world.


Heh. Heh. You are?


Effort


We told our son that this is a holiday to spare him the truth. We don't have homes to go back to.


I hear the Stone Lord burst out from under Glitterbeard's chamber pot and ate him up whole. Finally - some <i>action</i>.


That disc will lead somewhere, I'll wager.


Be sure to savour each purchase!


A temple dedicated to Shar. More than a temple perhaps - a proving ground. This must be where Ketheric Thorm grew his dark-cloaked ranks.


I took my friend's life - but only after your god took her soul.


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


The only thing that <i>can </i>be happening. Here we are. Together. Now.


Hey - don't go! Please!


Victory v3


SmileOpen<br>var 5


That skull is massive! A ghargatula, maybe. Horrendous beasts, as tall as they are  ferocious.


Turn down the fire.


Do not be afraid, Boo! She is not here.


No more pricey artefacts for you then, is that it? Excellent. You were quickly becoming the most expensive pet in the Realms.


What's the big - eh... Where in the Hells are they?


Imitation horns, but barely distinguishable from the real thing.


Run Combat <br>v3


*Coo*


I bet you're pleased with yourself. Saving your father and making a fool out of me in a single swoop.


A pressure plate... but unarmed. Why is that?


Demento te!


Body parts? Is this some kind of... display?


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Chess? I'm hungry, Chess.


The true Ravengard is still clinging on, somewhere in that mind. It might not be too late for him.


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Feint, wait - and thrust!


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Ah - a familiar face, and a fondly-remembered one indeed. How have you been, Karlach?


That was... easy? I wish more of our enemies were that happy to destroy themselves.


Can't... can't continue like this...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


So an undead slinks among us.


Whatever made those tracks seems to be in here...


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Ah. This place never changes.


Tuebor!


*The magic's configuration is like nothing you know. Nausea climbs further up your throat the longer you try to discern its nature.*


Forward - <i>htak'-a!</i>


But how do we get into Moonrise? We can't fight those shadow things.


One of them pixie-lamps. If you're headin' to Moonrise, you won't last without it.


Star.


Tired... so tired...


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


Guardian of groves.


A real diabolist must've collected all this. Sad occupation, really.<br>


Viconia - to battle!


You cheeky thing. Sutton Farm. North of Baldur's Gate. Check if you like.


I know. I'm glad you are on my side.<br>


It's been a century since it was submerged in Grey Harbour. You can reach it by a submersible beneath the harbour docks.


Lanceboard, is it? Never had the patience.


Something's buried in the dirt. Is that a <i>femur?</i>


Aren't you one of those adventurers they say did all those bad things about? Maybe we shouldn't be talking.


<i>You. </i>Infected by a mind flayer. It's ridiculous...


Well, that was... interesting.


Intactilis sum!


It's important to me. Are you going to help me or not?


Something's wrong. I feel weak. <i>Drained</i>.


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


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Not that I'll get any thanks...


A little gratitude would be nice.


Oh! What is <i>in</i> that?


But I haven't accepted nothing yet. Sounds like you're in deeper than I am.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Believe it or not, but I witnessed a similar standoff back at the Yawning Portal.


My need is more urgent than ever - I <i>must</i> consume an item soon. I cannot stay in the company of good people otherwise. Too risky.


We can lay down later.


Do not fail me.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


To claim to know the lord's will is blasphemy. We interpret scripture and teachings - but we know nothing.


*Assailed from all sides, you careen through the text, absorbing knowledge you can barely comprehend. And yet, for all the violence, you start to see.*


Don't group me with the likes of them!


Clear off.


One of us must take this step... and Karlach's time is already dwindling. Perhaps she is the champion we need.


Hells, more tremors.


Ale me!<br>v2


It's a figure of speech, darling. I'd be disappointed if you trusted me at all.


Te exsecror!


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


A bone. Dry and brittle.


Orpheus lives. Vlaakith has rejected me. I am Hshar'lak.


They're my people - I know them even if I don't remember them. You trust me, don't you?


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


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


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


Tsk. The sun is having an ill effect on my complexion.


((*intruder. interloper. invader*))


I've got this.


A rather sticky situation.


They are put to death, obviously.


Almost forgot - here's your generous fee. Now keep your nose clean and your tongue still.


Orin's bloody headquarters. Even worse than I expected.


Ack! What the hell is that?


Such insufferable shrieking. May we not kick the child instead?


I can swear a different oath if you like? Come baaaaaack!


The druid in me would like to say it was a thing of balance. The younger woman recalls rather more about a fine bottom, and the habit not to speak unless he had something to say.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Sleep on it, maybe. If you've thought of something by morning, I'd love to know. For now, it's enough just to know you care enough to try.


I'd rather you didn't. My spine has only just healed from the last time the master shattered it.


... <i>agh! </i>No, you were on the ship, captive. I can feel the parasite in your head.


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers?<br>


May the gods take you first.


And now you bring your thrall before me. How far has the great Balduran fallen?


Jaheira hoped there was still some flimsy light of good within you, small as Boo but just as bright.


Honestly? I think putting trust in anyone but ourselves is foolhardy at this stage. One way or another, I think <i>we</i> amount to the best chance of stopping this.


Wulbren, enough. The Gondians are no more - I am all that is left. You've won.


Trapped behind bars. I'd hoped for a warmer welcome to the Gate.


It affects me just fine. I need some light...


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


Bones everywhere... Someone's been engaging in dark rituals here.


You shall never see sunlight again.


I used that to my advantage more times than I care to remember.


Tell me you aren't going to go through with it!


Dissolve!


As you can see, I've already failed. It's obvious he needs more help than I can give.


Oh, one of them thieves? If he ain't dead, he's in the pits with the rest of 'em.


We've got to dispel these shadows... somehow.


Malleus! v2


A good opportunity.


<i>I shall be here, waiting for your return.</i>


Go slowly, this place is dangerous.


Well done. I doubt anyone will mourn this wicked mouthpiece of the Absolute.


You have my thanks for bringing Thrumbo back to me.


Victory v4


Perhaps you have a greater capacity for cruelty than I credited you with. <i>Aluve</i>.


Barely got away. Those githyanki aren't so lucky.


Ad vitam aeternam!


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


A power born of illithids is not one to take lightly. Its value is unproven.


No. Bigger. <i>Angrier.</i>


Take me by the hand.


Pride corrupted those who claimed to serve you, but no more.


Hmmm, that name doesn't ring a bell.


Ngh. My head...


No mundane stone - and no mundane means to break it, I'd wager.


Let's hope we find him in one piece.


A most excellent choice, master.


They say there's trouble heading for the city. If that's so, then these goods will be like gold dust before long.


And you just happened to STUMBLE on the <i>Astral Prism</i>?


<i>AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGH!</i>


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Video veritatem!


*Snarl!*


I have not seen this druid, but he harbours worshippers of a false god in a hidden grove nearby.


Please, don't mind me. I'll just watch.


You wouldn't either, if you knew him like I did.


True. But are we still deserving? Only time and nature can tell.


A pretty tune, but that's all this horn is good for now.


Her ladyship Minthara's tryin' to figure it out, studyin' the war map.


That pod - is that Mizora inside?


Good, yes, good.


Looks like a shrine to Selûne over there.<br>


Be thankful you don't carry one of their worms inside your skull.


Here goes nothing.


Morio!


What is that symbol supposed to mean?


Effort v7


Drow. And worse... What were they doing here?


Steel Watcher - those foes are for you!


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


Perure!


No - not Karlach!<br>


Mmmn. That smells delicious.


Good. Again!


Yes, good crunch! And sooo salty, <i>too</i>.


Victory v4


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Poison's not my style. Nor's becoming a mind flayer. We'll have to make sure to steer clear of both eventualities.


Snore
zzZzz


<i>But I'm glad you're not here to judge.</i>


So? H-how'd I do?


But... something's <i>different</i>. You're aware of the monster inside you. You don't bow to the Absolute, like the True Souls do...


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


*It turns away and utterly ignores you - as it would any lowly foot soldier.*


All right, we'll do this the old-fashioned way.


I can sympathise, truly.


Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?


Dost thou mind?


What are you doing? Get out of there!


Never knew drow to be the caring kind. In fact, the last drow I saw tried to slit me open. Glad to see you're different.


God forbid you risk your precious tail. But I shouldn't be surprised.


If only... my Gladiola... was free too.


*The sounds of battle do not disturb the creature. She seems to be in another time, another place.*


We'll best this - just think positively. Or at least... don't think murderously.


Out, foul deformity!


Yes. Judicious counsel - and vexing, given the source.


What's taking you two so long? Get the goods and get moving!


You, a True Soul? I'd be shakin' in my boots if you were, but all I'm feelin' is the urge to see your guts.


Look at that beast. Seems almost too big to take flight.


Intestines throb. Blood whispers.


Slaughter well, True Soul.


<i>If you do intend to stay in the city, the Undercellar may offer a suitable refuge while you learn how to hide in plain sight, as I once did.</i>


Disgusting. I'll be damned if that's in store for <i>us.</i>


The psionic detector is acting up - their must be gith nearby.


Now there's no grove, no coin, no one taking us to the city. I'm not letting my crew get eaten by shadows.


Painted today, gone tomorrow! Get 'em while they're hot.


Nothing is ever truly forgotten - I will remember them always - but thou mayst turn thy mind to the future.


In spite of my admittedly fierce curiosity, I'll have to decline. My humanity, however frail, is rather important to me for now. I'd rather keep it intact, if it's all the same to you.


*The ring slots perfectly into place, but nothing happens. However, you get a... <i>feeling </i>from the door, as if it expects something else.*


Seems we lucked out in keeping the Absolute's voice out of our heads.


We wasted so much time fighting each other.


Erm, Absolute's blessings, madam.


Even I could have told you - this was a silly thing to say.


<i>ROAR! </i>*Cough cough cough.*


It was steeped in shadow magic!


This lake of blood again. It's even bigger up close.


That much is clear. You've stricken out at my Steel Watch for reasons that are utterly incomprehensible.


Oi! Only one chaser at a time, them's the rules!


So Gale carries an explosive inside him? My allies do so love to keep simmering secrets.


Cheeky. But since you're asking...


Enough - stay your hand and proceed downwards. There is more to discuss.


Refugees. What a dreadful existence.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Enchanted? Nice.


Now tell me a story, a fable, a saga. <b>Delight</b> me.


Tch - you're no fun. I wanted you to stain your soul with the blood of an innocent mother.


*A mystical map glows before Lae'zel, revealing a githyanki refuge beyond the mountain pass.*


Maybe you should drink some water.


What are you... wait. <i>I know you.</i>


Or perhaps it isn't valued <i>highly </i>enough to be above the threshold.


Bah. I've seen far greater dangers on Crèche K'liir.


Let us be mindful in the future, at least. There are few fair bargains.


Rebels... troublemakers... freedom fighters...


No. It is not. To own something is to <i>know </i>it.


I will not let them harm you.


No... I'd imagine not.


What an odd gadget. What's it for, I wonder?


Hurt Critical


Leaving already?


*Searing agony grips you. For a brief moment, you see another cell, elsewhere. You hesitate before a bound prisoner. A harsh voice demands you inflict pain, for Lady Shar...*


Do you think a poultice will unspill your friend's guts? A herbal tea will ungouge his eyes? Try if you like - the time to save him is dwindling fast...


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


*And come, they most certainly will. Whoever this dream figure, Vlaakith would clearly sacrifice her own faithful to slay him.*


That is true, but he is also a living thing and has need of <i>all</i> his inner-parts.


Wait. You're not Illy.


Strange place for a button. Especially one that doesn't work.


The Ptarian Code must be obeyed. This is the only way to be sure. Do you follow it?


Detono!


<i>We will remain with you. Call Us, and we will be at your side.</i>


Trying... to... return... to... Moonrise...


I don't get it. What's got Dame Aylin so down?


Arcane lights. Of course.


Seemed to work.<br>


Tsk'va - her head's been taken. Tortured, killed - and her corpse forever silenced.


Enjoy the party. And enjoy so-and-so too, while you're at it. For now.


We have a sacrifice prepared for you, child of Murder. Let us celebrate your <i>becoming</i>.


That could have been worse.


Shhh... Speak not. Silence is precious, to die for - and Lady Orin is already too loud.


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


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


Looks empty.


It's back!


Let's cook with fire, baby.


We must press on in pursuit.


Hmm. Smells like wanton days as a young scholar.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


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


Crescit eundo!


The decision is made - no point in regrets now. Let's keep going.


I'm putting my own skills to use getting the others ready to leave.


No. Don't.


Your eyes are no less monstrous, I assure you. A lesser woman might be frightened. But I am no lesser woman.


Some bloody help.


We should find him, maybe he can help?


Bashful come the light of day?


<i>A very good question. One that I have been unable to answer.</i>


Risus abundat!<br>v2


I have no quarrel with you. Whatever you did down there... leave me out of it.


*This is the one Sceleritas sent you to kill. Every scrap of your marrow yearns to end her.*


Time to get going.


As you wish. There is little use fretting over spilt blood.


Losiir. I see you've earned your robes.


They got Astarion, damn it. He's probably back at Cazador's palace already.


No - please. NO!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Dying Burning<br>v6


Something's wrong. I feel weak. <i>Drained</i>.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


But there's something I think you should know.


Hm. What are these sigils for?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Don't know... don't care...


Head inside, now.


I'm sure you will enjoy watching my justice enacted.


I do hope you didn't come expecting my thanks. That would be most perplexing.


Is this... iron? What kind of currency is this?


*Ragzlin scowls, shocked by a question you shouldn't have asked, and a jolt shoots through you.*


Have you on your feet in no time.<br>


You did this to me! You did this to us all! You cursed us to this hell.


So all those sweet words were said in the hope of lying with him? Hah! A fine performance, O my itching liege!


<i>Another</i> one down?! You pisspots can't 'old your drink. Shameful.


Worth examining.


When I'm sure it's safe, I'll see about rounding people up to follow the light.


He and his loathsome advisor Balthazar lured me into the Shadowfell, claimed they'd found someone in need of my aid. There they trapped me in their infernal cage.


<i>Spill all the blood sworn to the night.</i>


Someone marked gnolls and goblins on the road, too. Oh boy.


*The bond you share with Gale is remarkable, considering the short time you've known each other. Risk honesty, and you're almost certain he'll accept you as you are.*


Engravings on this ring. But can't say I recognise this language...


A fake devil head? How darling.


I'm running out of patience. <i>Friend</i>.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Attack<br>var 2


You can die later.


*At least you would not be alone... if only Karlach's heart were healed.*


They would never see you as the hero I know you to be. They would only see a mind flayer.


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


Impero mortuos!


Dying Freezing to Death


Time to get this thing fired up.


There was that magma mephit once. Nice fellow - we kept in touch.


Taste.


Bold actions for someone in fireball distance.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


'The Prince of the Comet, Part One.'


I've got your back!<br>


Minthara's still locked in the towers. I am hardly fond of her - but she might be of use.


You scared of wolves, Shadowheart?<br>


The raven was right about you. Your name will be remembered.


I'll banish you for good, outsider!


Something's wrong. I feel weak. <i>Drained</i>.


Yes.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


<i>ALL QUIET, COMMANDER!</i>


Do you know him?


*Your contrition and the returned goods are enough to put things right. Just a simple misunderstanding.*


*You recognise the dragon as the mount of a githyanki knight. Perhaps it had been tracking the ship.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


It does not matter what I prefer, it matters what the General commands. And his orders were that the cleric Isobel be brought to Moonrise <i>alive</i>.


Voss, he who was once <i>Jhe'stil Kith'rak</i>, is dead. And his so-called prince is soon to follow, once we free him from his astral prison.


Resisto ignem!


Agilius!


I will spare you. In fact, I will help you.


Lucky you.


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


In any case, the problem is resolved. Leave me. I must salvage what I can.


That's not going to work.


Us. We are so many. And we are marching to Baldur's Gate, as soon as the Absolute gives word.


*You engage in a tepid night of the most memorable unremarkable sex. The drow seems to have the time of his life.*


A shark-person, Dim. They don't play nice.


Mumbus, why are lava elementals so <i>hot?</i>


At once.


Thank heaven you were here to specify, or I might have recorded a boldfaced lie!


Observe - and listen. You'll hear goblins before you see them.


What a laugh, to deprive yourself of the Hells' lavish vices.


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


When this is all over, we'll have time enough to unpick the specifics of your new condition. Psionics alone could take months to thoroughly evaluate, not to mention the matter of your diet -


*She is a ghost from your past come to haunt you - Counsellor Florrick, your father's closest confidante, and a loyal servant of Baldur's Gate.*


Guy named Gortash. Politician. Inventor. One of these wheeler-dealer types who seems to have a finger in every pie.


Effort v3


Some kind of tank?


We can't run forever. I'd rather stand and fight.


With Ethel gone, maybe I'll finally sleep in peace. Thanks - from me and the little one.


Open up.


A guardian dragon living under Baldur's Gate? How have I never heard the tale?


Glut's ambition comes full circle: from foolish inception to foolish demise. Good riddance.


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


All the more reason to hurry.


'Perfect'.


The scent of runepowder drifts through the city like a warm embrace - I see my bomb did the trick.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


A fallen warrior. Rest in peace, kin.


Gah! When was the last time these were washed?


Yes! Now we're talking.


Spit it out then.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


*And interesting items confiscated from prisoners lie above the Warden's office, just up the ladder.*


We're practically sisters! So much so, I even stopped trying to have her killed a few years back.


It won't be hard to keep their scent. That foul blood is everywhere.


Searching... Grand Duke... Baldur's Gate... kidnapped...


Maybe I need more pockets.


This speaks of magic that can divide someone into many... but many <i>what?</i>


When the brain is dead, I go my way - you go yours.


Fuck yes. They cornered me outside the tollhouse, just up the hill. Doubt they've gone far after the scorching I gave 'em.


What do you think happened to the Albrights anyway?


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


Ah, well, I admit I've had thoughts about it. In my own way.


Morbidus!


Effort v2


Understood. Just keep me from drowning, and don't laugh while I flail about in waist-high water. That's all I ask.


Darkness is my home.<br>


The wyrm goes by many names. Ansur. The Waiting Storm. The Heart of the Gate.


Mind never quiet.


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Snore
zzZzz
v3


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


Nosy, scum-sucking, lice-ridden little ballbag. Get outs! Or I bites tongue. Eats tongue. Delicious tongue.


*She's tense, that much is clear to see. But her professional veneer is simply too resistant to amateur probing.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


*Beware of the shadows.*


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


This is gonna be a rush.


Folks be going on about the 'good of the city', blah, blah. Fuck that, I say. It's everyone for themselves - so take it all, mate.


You're a monster. The worst kind. And you need to <i>leave</i>.


Looks like the goblins found her.


I riddle thee not. I speak only what requires telling.


Those tracks say fox, but the stride is odd. Hm. It must have jumped down there.


*You've grown accustomed to the rock. Hells, maybe - just maybe - you're even fond of it.*


Can't blame anyone for reacting with fear - but it might do to keep our condition on a need-to-know basis.


You think I'd kill you, just like that? Darling, I would never!


*Your wicked heart won't mourn. Deaths are to be celebrated. Every one.*


Unngghhh.


I'm so sorry!


VO_SFX : Downed


We will stop the rite and I will stand trial. My fate lies with the Treefather, may He have mercy.


I didn't exactly dress for hiking mountains. Shame we couldn't procure some pack mules, or horses.


An eyepatch. Wonder who it belongs to - or <i>belonged</i> to.


Interesting selection.<br>


So, Carrion has a secret lair in the bowels of the city. What mischief does he pursue there?


Kled is sorry.


Papa says I have to be strong to help mama. I don't know if I can be that strong... but I'll try.


Stop! No more squeaking. No more rat lies!


Right.


The others are... Think, damn it, think.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Fine. Money's useless to dead men.


Happy to assist a friend.


In Baldur's Gate... his palace...


RING RING, UNTER-SCUNTER.


Quite possible.  Enter then, and report to the infirmary. Do not stray, Crèche Y'llek watches you.


It's bloody happening. We're finally <i>going.</i>


What do you reckon got them all worked up like that?


Are we truly to feed on the gith princeling as if he were some fest-day goat?


What kind of question is that? Why does anyone steal anything?


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Stop interferin'!


Tight fit. I barely got through.


I'm glad you see it too. Baldur's Gate will never forget what you did - what we did.


Well it's certainly... something.


I'm going to take some time and reinvent myself - find a <i>new</i> source of inspiration.


*You recall them being an inner circle of Shar followers - elite warriors, loyal to their last breath.*


Don't you want to fight with your brothers and sisters?


I am sure Wyll knows that - but we would do well to remind him, when his days grow dark.


I kept on going though. Knew there'd be better days on the other side - and here they are.


Te occludo oculos!


I will not hurt you. My spiders will have that pleasure.


Exquisite. You're brimming with power already. But the Absolute can give you even more.


Yikes. I almost feel bad for the poor man.


Should briar hinder your path, do you not cut it down?


Dodge
v2


Forgive me - you're in no mood to talk about the weather. Your journey here was a hard one, no doubt.<br>


Paw prints? Where do they lead?<br>


Even if you had it, what in the Nine Hells would you do with it? Think a little, Captain Voss.


Fine. But when we get the chance to strike that arsehole where it hurts, we'll do it together - right?


Sometimes a lady has to make her presence known - delicately, of course.


You inflicted my wounds, and I inflicted yours. Some will stop hurting. But all of them will leave lasting marks.


Don't come <i>near </i>me. I mean it.


Hurt. <i>Hurt. </i>


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


I will not be taunted in this place - not after all it has taken from me. Show respect, or you will force my hand.


I hear something. Voices.


*The hideous corpse rises, tentacles writhing.*


Cosy spot, all in all - let's hope it stays that way.


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


<i>Please -</i> touch my mind, and purge it. The moment you do, my knowledge will be yours.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


A tidy slot, but no rune.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Still, you helped Meli get away from the adventurer.


I will do my best not to last more than two minutes for you, dearest.


...and I will speak the Rite of Ascension and fly to the Astral Plane.


In the Gate especially, it's uncommon to marry your first love nowadays.


This soul remembers its invective, but remembers not its tongue.


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


Well, that'll teach us never to judge an ox by its cover.<br>


Another survivor. We may yet see an end to this torment.


Spin. Spin good.


Does your blood sing as mine does, my love? There is no time for words - let us join the battle.<br>


*Suddenly you feel an unfamiliar weight amongst your belongings.*


I hardly think Lord Gortash needs the assistance of ink-stained librarians. Everything is under control.


Ugh, what is that? Looks like someone tried to grow their own friend but lost the instructions.


To know the reason for your fall is, perhaps, to know the shape of things to come.


My favourite ungainly animal!


Chk - vague allegations and undue demands. A poor introduction for an unproven vin'iisk.


Dread Brother, is it true the transport hit and killed someone?


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


---DESIGN---


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


This is a battlefield. An old one, but still.


Thy soul is forfeit, but thy curiosity is not. Thou hast still much to discover, and if I know thee, thou wilt find thy rewards.


Have a good long gander, now.


Lady Shar demanded an offering, and I provided. Are you truly that scandalised, Halsin?


Dammit. This shouldn't have happened.


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother.


Taste my fury!<br>


Horribilissimus!


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


Sewn shut with the finest hamster-hair!


No one ever cares about me like that. Not since my mum.


Looks like Father Lorgan's aid couldn't save them.


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


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


Dwelling in the ashes of dead worlds or in the space between stars, you will wander, endless. One among billions.


Quiet.


He must have returned to the grove.


Must've been those strangers!


Recovered <br>V4


*You feel Ragzlin's suspicions. He'd never have asked about his Master. You remain in control - <i>barely</i>.*


Woe, Boo, our friend has fallen! Oh. You're fine.


You are just <i>no </i>fun.


No.


Arka, what-


Guarded by some malicious aura. Need to dispell it to get past.


Duergar and myconid bodies. Someone's been fighting.


I am not needed. As you are disinherited, I have no Liege to serve.


Unkind, Aylin. Unkind and incorrect - I could never hate my masterwork.


Burned from the inside out. Must've been our warlock friend.


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


We've got to dispel these shadows... somehow.


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


Hurt Armor Piece Destroyed


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


The book seems to have escaped from me. I had it when I arrived at your camp, so I'm sure you'll find it somewhere hereabouts.


There is something I need, before we continue - the Spear of Night. We can find it in the Library.


What did you - <i>hurk</i>. Stay down, Vanra  - URGH.


We won't be getting any help from him. He's only good for compost now.


((*the Rot still spreads. let me join you, so I may cleanse it*))


A pity Wulbren isn't here. You two would've gotten on like a house on fire, I think.


Ira et dolor!


*If Gale were alive right now, he'd impress upon you the urgency of his resurrection. You might want to look into that.*


Heh.


It seems Gale has made amends with Mystra. Good for him - though I don't see any such reconciliation between myself and Shar any time soon...


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


No, no clotting. I like my blood flowing in my veins, thank you most kindly.


My head is melting! I'm leaving before the damage is <i>permanent.</i>


Clausus!


Now he is dead. And his twisted facsimile of sweet Isobel, returned to the grave. I'd give anything for one more day with her - the <i>real </i>her.


I shall see it done.


O-of course. Uhm - but maybe not <i>this </i>club. It ain't worthy of you drow types.


Hey, I recognise this. Fits with the other part of  that shattered ring. Progress!


Next time, stay your hand. The Absolute may be keen to speak, but I don't share Her enthusiasm.


I'm <i>famished</i>. Maybe the worgs won't notice if I rob a bitta meat...


I did <i>not</i> nibble at the body. No matter how much I wanted to.


Down... in the dark... down... down...


Allow me to speak.


Not much use anymore.


You've scarcely signed up, boy, and there is a war coming. Why die a Harper, when you could still live as anything else?


Risum teneatis?


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


I won't go on without you.<br>


Besides, I think I'm due a sabbatical.


Suppose I'll lend a hand.<br>


A rather sticky situation.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Wine's evil Baz, it's <i>evil</i>.


What th-ink you of the zulkir known as Szass Tam?


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


Effort v4


*For the first time since the nautiloid, your mind is clear. It's... unsettling.*


Out of here - isn't that all that matters?


Good. After all we've been through, this is hardly the time to falter.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


I deserve better than anything that bounty hunter has planned for me, I promise you that.


I'll just put my feelings to one side. I think that's best for everyone. It's certainly the best thing for me.


A beautiful death.


*It brings you comfort, knowing that Mystra's hand rests on your shoulder. Though she remains aloof, she does not send you to your fate alone.*


Hey!


Lead on then, Lae'zel. Up in front, where I can keep an eye on you.


Esurio!


And you thought your first job was to go back to bed?


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


On my way.<br>


If it means getting paid, my blade's yours!


So, Orin is a shapeshifter. Better be extra-vigilant.


Ale me!<br>v2


Go on, Baelen, get on with it then.


Impero mortuos!


Damn - that place has me stinking worse than the wrong end of a cave troll.


We better be totally sure he's on our side, then. Things are bound to get ugly fast if we let him out.


Meditation Breathing


Te absolvo!<br>v2


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - a wizard of some talent, perhaps - is a different matter.


<i>Tsk. </i>Your soft heart will be the death of us.


Let's finish this.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Fiat lux!


She was doomed the moment she joined our camp then. She should have taken her chances out there alone rather than put herself at your mercy.


Cudo! v3


Boo does his best to hold my wounds closed, but some healing might help.


Just wait 'til you see 'em. Yellow all over. Covered in spots. No noses to speak of.


<i>That ferry's my last chance out of here. Bakshi's got to have something that'll cover the rest of my fare.</i>


A sword like this would certainly get Gale's attention.


Sob<br>var 1


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


Took him to tunnels... with the rest... fool... <i>fool</i>...


No, it was a present for me, so it's <i>my</i> ball! And you lost it.


Goodbye, Mr Dekarios. Try to regrow the bits of your brain that parasite has obviously been eating. Before it's too late.


((*...or protect the precious poltroon as it waits for the <b>Circle of Glut</b> to devour it whole*))


Stay the course - we can do this as long as the spell is completed!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


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


Our githyanki companion thinks little of killing those who deny her. An admirable quality, so long as her desires align with our own.


When I set my blades to your neck, the Murder Lord will taste my domination. His true Chosen, born of butchery. One fit to control the Crown.


What are you doing? The devil told us to kill this thing, so let's stop chatting and <i>kill it.</i>


This one died badly.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Poor Scratch. I miss him.


Go on, my good man - your goddess awaits. Let us pray that good wisdom prevails.


Well, we're not getting in this way.


*Something within the Steel Watcher reaches for your mind. Your parasite shivers, but cannot make a connection.*


Chin up and keep at it, sir. And don't forget to pet your favourite tressym for good luck.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Chances are many more graves than yours alone will soon be fed.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


Yes! That's the spirit, my dear! Not so long ago you did as you were told, no questions asked.


May the Absolute give us all power!


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


But you - you have defied Her will. You failed to take Isobel - the Selûnite cleric. Indeed, True Soul, she is <i>nowhere to be found.</i>


Silvanus has abandoned this place. It's nothing but stone, grime, smoke, pain. The trees choke here. The animals hang from butchers' hooks. Nature is dying in the gutter.


Just take the damn thing and leave me alone!


((*we laid waste to many. others remain. <b>you remain</b>*))


Resarcio!


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


You know this place, Boo? Hmph - <i>Minsc </i>has never been invited.


What's the point in having magic if I can't save you?


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Before you run off into the belly of the beast, there's something I need to tell you.


Attack<br>var 3


Yeah. And I want to see Dribbles <i>again</i>.


The worms'll feast on your sorry carcass when I'm done with you!


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


Charming place. Makes the rest of the crèche look like, well, a non-githyanki crèche.


A scrying eye. Someone's watching from afar.


Anything to that 'Absolute' talk, you think?


Maybe not.


Orin's a shapeshifter. That complicates things.


The master is not gone. The master cannot be gone.


Yes?


Well I - I just wanted you to give me a chance.


Vita excolatur!


Te occludo oculos!


Not a single act wasted.


Leave it, son.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


I just saved you. Keep that in mind, next time you want to air your grievances.


Shouldn't take long. So many people need killing.


Apologies for the tardiness, my festering liege.


Of course, what fun! <i>I'm going to fucking kill you.</i>


Oh, you need my help?


On the mend now, thanks to a stranger. Much longer and I'd have been with Earthcaller.


Not for any God worthy of the name.


You did well refusing Wulbren's proposition but I fear he'll find some fool who'll plant his bomb.


Well, there is a serial killer on the loose. Business is booming, unfortunately.


For once we are in agreement.


I expect better than this vague nonsense.


Whatever it is, I'm sure the rescue of a few innocent citizens will round it out nicely.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Finish what business brought you here as quickly as possible, and then leave. Otherwise, you will be lost, like the rest of us.


Propera!


You have slain my granddaughter, Orin.


They're sporting Harper and druid armour. Fought together and died together.


I wager you're right. Ah, Gale - what a pleasure to see a genius' mind at work.


Idle Peace 01<br>v3


So, it's a weapon they seek. Could they be referring to the artefact?


Some coward move, poisonin' our drink. But we'll get them, you'll see.


Locked up in Wyrm's Rock. Hardly the homecoming I expected.


Find weapon... for Absolute...


Dying Freezing to Death


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


Para bellum!<br>v2


I can tend to this.


I cannot let the <i>ghaik</i> empire swarm the Astral Plane. And it seems you are my best hope of an ally.


True. And I have no proof to offer but my word.


I only pray something of their innocence remains.


Falling<br>Var 3


I'd better get some beauty sleep. It seems I need it if I'm to catch up with the competition.


<i>Omeluum!</i>


The <i>ghaik </i>has fallen. Once we escape, we are free.


Boh! A pity. But you may change your mind - and if you do, don't hesitate to seek me out. I'll always be happy to see you.


... wizard's shipment... secret... dangerous...


So one person could use this spell to become many. Pretty powerful.


This is it.


*You don't have the gold to buy your way out of this situation.*


Auntie Ethel - it's time to hold up your end of our bargain!


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Boo prefers a scratch behind the ears - but this shall do for you.


No, I'm afraid I must insist you do <i>not</i> pet the hound. I know he's very attractive, but it does startle him so.


Vos curo!


Wishing isn't good enough!


Nine-Fingers - <i>Astele</i>. Call off your ambush. Tell us where he is, and we'll handle this.


Sewn shut with the finest hamster-hair!


Bells, it's our job to get us out of here safely - not yours.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


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


There is nothing to forgive. You did what was necessary. To survive.


Happy? Now - away wir ye. We wan' drink in <i>peace.</i>


Ketheric is vulnerable now. We should hasten to Moonrise, lest our angelic friend kills him before we have a chance to.


Recovered <br>V2


You're here. Just like it told me you'd be, gith.


You toiled, and for what, Thrinn? For someone <i>else</i> to free me?


Closed Mouth Effort v5


As you should. But I am not sure that I can trust you.


I've not ruled out the possibility that it <i>is</i> Sarevok himself.


I suppose I can't really blame you - Astarion has a knack for making people swoon even while the blood's still in their veins. I hope you two find your version of happiness together.


<i>And I didn't know I had a chance at life - more life. I'm so... happy.</i>


Let's turn the tables.


Taking my time in the shadows.<br>


Amicus animalis!


Where in the hells has Tamrin got to?


Ever tempted to rejoin the ranks, soldier?


<i>Hostes subeunt. Protege nos. Muni nos.</i>


You're not wrong, but maybe let's try to take fewer of those risks in future.


How mercenary of you.


What's the plan with the Grand Duke's counsellor?


There's a sight. Is there an abductee in every one of those...?


Aye, finally! Let's get a shimmy on, folks, there's not much time.


No gods can stop us. Soon, we bring Her glory to Baldur's Gate.


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


You're both <i>this</i> close to getting a slap.


How to make a wealthy one feel loss...? Besides emptying the city's wine cellars.


Hang on - what's going on? Stop this, before it's too late!


I doubt a bear this size went down without a fight.


I'm talking.


Figured I'd give him to the drow. Keep the Absolute happy.


Goodnight forever, stink-breath.


I am the keeper of the dead - and you are not welcome here!


If I have to.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Can't people just bugger off and leave us be?


Just like you, I was infected with a mind flayer parasite. Just like you, I seek to be free of it.


Say the refugees agree to work for you - how much are you going to pay them?


Yeah? Are they bored to death?


May the prince have not fallen in vain. <i>Orpheus gha'g shkath zai.</i>


I made my promise. I will not fail Gith's son on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


You angered a <i>kith'rak? </i>You are lucky your heart still beats.


<i>We must press on. I will bolster your mental defences. Let us hope that allows us to regain some of our lost advantage before it finds you. </i>


Get ready to run.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


<i>Astarion, unleash the dead!</i>


But! He's been quite captured by them already. Ironic, really.


No one is food today, alas. It seems we are friends.


Give me the stone <i>now</i>, Karlach, or face the black hand of Lord Bane.


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


Come inside. Then we can talk.


This blade's wicked look matches its deeds - poor Father Lorgan.


Use it wisely.


Strange place for a button. Especially one that doesn't work.


My oath is broken. I still hold to the tenets of vengeance, but I am no longer bound by any word of vow.


I dug in, see? Looking for trinkets. Found 'em too.


Effort v7


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Bleed for me.


Perhaps I can aid you all the same - it seems the Dark Lady holds you in high favour.


Tell me where we can meet each other, once we've slipped the goblin yoke, and I'll offer much more than gold. Knowledge, my friend, is priceless.


It's not that. I just wish there was another way.


I truly wouldn't have faulted you if you wanted Karlach. Those arms are built to sweep someone off their feet.


I think so. You?


Hells. The curse has torn open the ground itself...


We've found Orin's home base. And a house of horrors it is.


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


Let's meet Wyll in your camp, work something out.


Chests like that don't hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Maybe, but he did take it. There's almost nothing left of the person I was. Just a name on a rock.


I'll wait here. She'll make a run for it eventually. Then I'll get her.


Fair point.


It would be amusing to see you explode, Gale. But Minsc would rather we all die with swords in our hands and spells on our lips.


*Your prince has been sacrificed, and you have failed your queen.*


... yet a True Soul still lives. I am sure there's a <i>sane</i> explanation.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


All of my wares are tried and true - hells, some of them have probably already killed before.


It is through my master's mercy that your heart still beats. Do not forget it.


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


Nothing.


Are we so flush with friends that you would just cast one aside? If we are to win, we need her.


And how gracious of you, master, to tender your own flesh.


Fairly certain. Prudence was a contributing factor, at the very least.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


*The sealed stopper suggests it is inhabited.*


Sorry, I don't have any change.


It may not transform you immediately, but it's only a matter of time.


Looks empty.


Hurt


Part of One Mind. Four little feet. Dancing. To same song.


I fear that may have been the intention of those who abducted him.


Why you succulent schemer! You promised meat, but offer nary a scrap!


Of course, of course... I am. Believe me, I really am.


Impero te!<br>v2


I know this design - Shar's faithful wield crossbows like these.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


And what about <i>our </i>people? Half the crew's lying dead back in that ruin.


You're no fighter. And I need you <i>here.</i>


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


I see movement! The patient's awake! Hello, can you hear me?


I'll set my rats on ya. My cute, little girls.


We're only looking, Boo!


Dying Freezing to Death


Have to keep going.


Doing my duty.


I shall go at once.


Sphaera mortis!


So as you say, and so it is done, Master.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Look, I appreciate the 'amateur investigator' act. It's oddly flattering, with emphasis on the 'odd'. But without hard evidence and an alternate motive, I consider this case <i>closed</i>.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


Not again.


Dissolve!


I've never felt so drained...


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Hmm... good back support, but a little too tyrannical for my tastes.


There are traitors among us - Marcus and the True Soul!


Good<i>bye</i>.


They'll squirm a bit, maybe give you some lip.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


This calls for careful footwork.


A Guardian of Faith spell, and a remarkably long-lasting one at that.


I know, love. I think about it too.


It is a shame Ravengard didn't pass through our chamber.


Too much noise, too many lanterns kept burning... nature's rhythm is ignored here.


*The patient is physically well, but psychologically detached, dissociated from himself.*


'The Legend of Ansur.' An epic poem, from the looks of it.


But if you break your promise, I'll kill you. Sleep well.


Dying Deep Exhale


--  <b>reunite</b> ----


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


Keep it together.


...behold!


What's hiding here?<br>


Thanks. I prefer when they smile.


One! That's a True Soul you're talkin' to. Show some respect!


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


Cut the crap, Anders. I know what you are.


Propera!


Why wasn't it me?


I'll help myself, shall I?


Effort v11


Our friend is not like you were, Sarevok. When Boo speaks to him of goodness, he does not get that stupid, soon-to-sneeze look on his face, as you used to.


An old friend gifted me this. Call it thanks for setting me at ease.


There's truth in you, stranger.


If any child of mine spoke of me as disrespectfully as Jaheira's offspring speak of her, their lives would be exceedingly short.


There is a tome - 'The Legend of Ansur'. An ancient epic, ill-remembered, dismissed as a mere tale.


A shapeshifter. And here I hoped - er, thought - that I'd slayed a clown.


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


Never thought I'd be the one to destroy a crèche. And get away with it.


It happens, my dear. Best not to dwell on it. Not if you can move on to the next conquest.


Still, he wasn't the worst company, bloodlust aside. Part of me will miss him.


Whoever did this, I'd like to shake their hand. Did you hear how patronising those Watchers were? Awful.


That doesn't sound true...


---you--
-WEAK---
        --failure--


Meanwhile, illithid <i>sickness</i> spreads right in front of us.


*You can almost feel the heat from the forge. This one was once a blacksmith.*


Quod dico face!<br>v3


I can't.


*Then the sovereign drones a new melody, cautious but welcoming.*


Dying Burning<br>v4


The toys from the barn - this must be where they were crafted.


LOOOOOT!


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


So much blood... Must be where Father Lorgan was slaughtered.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v8


HAH. HOW DID THE DESPICABLE CHEATER ENJOY THEIR VACATION?


Free, but with the memory of what I've done. Don't ask me to kill my parents, please. I can't live with that.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


The bond wavers, but we have only just begun. Have faith.


Gortash isn't going to find out about this, is he? I don't fancy the look of those prisons.


The githyanki asked me to teach her some combat techniques - naturally, I was pleased to be consulted.


Hag's curse, I guess.


I will not be replaced by Shadow...


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


Look, I'll be fine. I liked you, but I'll survive. It's kind of my thing.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


A logical question. But you're not ready for the answer.


Let's make the most of this.


A little magic never hurt.


Kill 'em!


Ugh. Are you going to try and teach me about exceptional uses for a mage hand or what?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Looks like it. I didn't hear a sound, though.


Caedo!


Never felt an earthquake in Baldur's Gate before. What the <i>hells.</i>


Recovered <br>V4


There I was, thinking we were finally about to put an end to all this. Too good to be true, I suppose.


Dying


You don't have time for anything else. That tadpole will kill you.


I'll help.


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


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


I will go and assemble any allies I can find. When the battle horns call, we'll stand ready.


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


You did me in, then brought me back. I'd be impressed if I weren't so pissed off.


Time to bite, my owlbear friend!


Sol Invictus!


No. When I first awoke, I felt him. Here. But that's faded.


A spell - but not one I'm familiar with.


You hear what our friend says, Boo? Viconia is gone for good this time!


*The edges of your vision thrum with green and gold for a moment as your patron borrows your eyes to see the vision before you.*


Ludus non factum est!


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


Fading fast.<br>


Ugh. I haven't been this sick since I landed here.


I need a little extra edge.


Have you seen what she's doing? Counting gold in front of a beggar. It's like eating bread in front of a starving child!


But first, first, you must make gutspill of the tyrant.


This won't be the last of them.


Lia, Cal - if you see this, stay put. I will return in a tenday at most. I repeat - <i>stay put.</i>


Wait. Did that just transform?


Oh, we're not queuing for Sharess' Carress - not yet anyway. Head on in!


Ira et dolor!


Can't write a bloody shopping list at the minute with all these eyes on me.


It's hot. It's cold. It's hot. It's cold.


Tread carefully. We are very close to the source of the Absolute now. That telepathic storm has become a tempest.


Although, I couldn't help but notice you said 'we' should find them.


The longer you look at them, the more unsettling they get.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Here, take this. It'll stop the poison, but I can't do anything for that wriggler in your head.


Dying


*For the split second you wrest control the Steel Watcher's legs lock. It crashes to the ground.*


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


This place is a blister of corruption.


An old friend. The kind one doesn't simply leave to his own reckless fate - even when it leads to the heart of a murderous cult!


After the attack, I'm second-guessing everyone.


Refreshing.


I found this book. Old, dusty, full of strange lettering. Pretty sure it's magic.


You were all the luck I needed.


Go! There has to be another way in!


A magical device, no doubt. Now to get it working.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


First Druid, and now last druid. Thanks to us.


Time.


Some do, yes.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


The valiant Scratch deserves his rest. Best leave him be for another while.<br>


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Father, they will die for you.


You flatter yourself - you're not the only soul of interest in this ruin. This is Last Light, where hope hangs on by a single withered thread.


Falling


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Not least for the rumours of the illithid that doth frequent them.


If only I might have remained there. Oh, to soar the skies above Tu'narath atop a red dragon...


Tempestas!


So, you're Fork's master now? I like gutting. Killing. Tearing. Smearing. And dancing on dead kiddies.


Mutatis mutandis!


*You and Karlach haven't exactly earned each other's trust. Perhaps this isn't a good idea.*


I understand you are still misguided by your faith in the lich queen. But such faith is blinding you from the truth.


Oh, I remember you. You're the one who made me return the ugly human's jewellery.


Curious. Looks like someone made a little den for themselves here.


This necklace's sigil was also in the cave. The Harpers have been unusually active here.


<i>Cut their throats and beat them back!</i>


Whatever Marcus hid under here, he hid it well.


Git! This'n's mine.


I... I don't feel good. I want my mum. I want to go home.


Most unhelpful. In that case, I shall have to seek my own salvation. Elsewhere.


*Your allies' journeys may have ended with the Netherbrain's death, but yours has not.*


A statue of Shar - but it's been vandalised. What is that symbol?


Oh! Gods, sorry, I was in my own world. Hi. Hello, good morning.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


Kill my... husband...


Our holy - um - most holy - sacrilege - heretic? GOD. Bless us. Please?


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


Good. Someone should be.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Looks like it gored one of its attackers, before it died.<br>


Now we're talking! I can whip some up for you, no problem - but I'll need a little time to gather the right supplies.


Well! Look who's gettin' dragged back. And by such high company! How badly did you mess up?


And know that those who oppose Lord Gortash will burn in the all-consuming radiance of the one true light!


Where matters of balance are concerned, I am eternally called.


Victory v3


Non compos mentis!


Leave me to my ruminations.


Ah, the wizard. I could not help but notice that you have been exploring new avenues of knowledge recently - I approve.


Intellego!


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


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


They tortured the githyanki to learn about the Astral Prism. Look like it went on for <i>days...</i>


Always.


Hope you're the praying sort. We need all the help we can get.


*She probes your mind, tangling your thoughts with hers. A familiar sensation - she, too, carries a parasite.*


Listen here.


I knew it! Karlach, my gods!


Dying Burning<br>v4


Well - that was a little excitement, at least. Now who's going to clean up all the corpses?


With diligence and care.


Aw, come on, Saer Fist, we got urgent deliveries to make.


How generous. Do you charge by the bell, or the spell?


Ah. Then Minsc and Boo <i>prefer</i> him this way. Better stern than smug.


The printing block has never been so hot!


A crack in its defences! Now we can destroy its true self.


Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.


No one's coming - the deal is done.


Time for some bloody work.


Elf jewellery. <i>Royal </i>jewellery in fact, from Suldanessellar, I believe. A curious find.


Didn't we see a red 'x' right here? On that map?


How's the orb treating you, Gale?


Perhaps he convinces himself he can save you, perhaps he slinks back like a beaten dog. It does not matter, either way he will return. Either way he will be mine.


An unusual chest. The sort that holds more than just a few worthless baubles.


I cannot see you. M-aster? Speak.


So you think. Let's see if you're right.


There's a breeze down here. Wonder where it's coming from.


<i>Arrogance.</i>


Perhaps next time we shouldn't poke the mysterious ox.


I doubt a bear this size went down without a fight.


Landlord... contraband storage...


Hah! Not of late - unless you want more lordly boot-licking - <i>straight from the Baldur's Mouth!</i>


Your fear of Vlaakith consumes you.


Justice is swift and severe in Baldur's Gate - as it should be.


Flowers as a light source! Necessity really is the mother of invention.


Something's on my mind.


Odd - someone's cut a notch in the tree there.


That collar looks familiar... does this cat belong to Gale?


These boots pulse with magic. Gale might want a look.


A talking-to from the Grand Marshal himself. Quite the introduction to a life of crime - what did he say?


<i>What?! </i>How... how am I still breathin'?


We - we could try? If that's truly what you want.


Breathe deep, and move.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Dying


Dying Burning<br>v3


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


You don't scare me, tough-buckets! I'll take you all on, all three or, or six of you, or... wuurrgh! Gah!


Gaudy thing. Maybe it can be sold for something more useful.


My grandkids are going to be <i>sick </i>of hearing about the time I met the greatest hag-slayer of them all. Thank you.


Dragon and elf - and I suppose that is the city below.


Thou didst not kill thine own friend. Thou offered thy friend as <i>sacrifice</i>.


'To look all sharp like a mover and shaker, get your garbs from Figaro Facemaker!'


You don't exactly look desperate for gold, but I can't help but admire such <i>solid </i>business acumen.


Caeco te!


Swoon!


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


First we need to find it. Something that valuable won't be sitting on a shelf somewhere.


You spherical git.


Walk in death.


<i>Tsk'va!</i> Best to watch my step.


At best, I was sure you'd say no. At worst...


And he does not deem you worthy of his dread touch.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


No! Damn! What just happened?!


Easy does it.


A reasonable person would say 'no'. I still want you to say 'yes'.


A torch will not avail us here.


You got your junk back. Take it and get out.


Please. Allow me to explain.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


We'll be sure to free them - <i>after </i>Ketheric is dead.


<i>Time you made good on your bargain, hag.</i>


These people aren't fighters. We can <i>help. </i>


Feck off!


Vae victis!<br>v3


I've had enough of this. I've got a good mind to-


I'm on my way.


Victory v3


Maledicte es!


In seriousness, my home needs me. It's still enveloped in Shar's horrific curse. If it can be cleansed, I'll find a way.


I have no mercy left in me - but it is for the Absolute to decide your fate.


Very much. Now get out of our territory.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Behold the dance of death.


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


Heh.


Don't want to draw any attention.


Ah!


Today's copy lands with a BANG! The Steel Watch Foundry has been destroyed by sabotage!


Won't leave you stuck.<br>


I will visit your camp later. Perhaps the madness of battle will have left you, and you will be ready to speak sense.


Damn it!


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


None of us know every detail of one another's past. But we know who we are now - together.


Victory is ours - alas, not without consequence.


Erm. Meow.


I'm still wondering about the dead drow.


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


Weak-minded... sycophantic... cruel...


His troops will disarm you and groar you the truth!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


A giant nest... let's see what we can find.


I don't think I'll ever look at an ox quite the same.


Let's hope.


Looks like a Selûnite necklace.


Doubtful. We'd hear her knees cracking.


Listen - avoid the bridge. I doubt a fight with that lot would go your way, no offence.


Go bother someone else.


Always a pleasure.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


I'll never forget how Ketheric humiliated me here.


Thou hast my gratitude.


I've got you.


If you had learned, if you had obeyed, there would be no pain. But you struggle on. You make things worse for yourself. And for them.


'ere! Whatcha doing? Get them sausage fingers off my crate!


Is someone... singing?


Hidden - for now.<br>


Is that all?!


Hostium munera!


Only a Patriar's Loss can open this door.


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


But know this - Ramazith's Tower, and its master, are now your friends. And when the time comes, we will stand by you as allies.


The shapeshifters flooded these tunnels by the looks of it. And is that - Father Lorgan's name?


It senses something, doesn't it? I'll keep my guard up.


...This belonged to the lost girl. Mol.


Now's your chance, Dame Aylin.


*You are a mind flayer, the very thing you sought to eradicate. Whatever self you still possess is quickly ebbing away.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Warded no more. Let's see what this door has to hide.


Kneel before the Absolute's altar. Throw yourself at Her mercy. Or try to earn Her forgiveness by retrieving the cleric Isobel. Your choice.


I'm not so lucky. Got to dispel these shadows... somehow...


Voss, to battle!


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


A little magic never hurt.


Argh! That felt even worse, somehow.


I have heard the spirits whisper its name. Few books have the power to send a shiver through the living <i>and</i> the dead.


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


((*turn back. I am... weak...*))


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


Now please leave. You're making me <i>hungry</i>.


Now, I've an antidote - um... where is the bloody thing?


Some lunatics enter the city and suddenly it's <i>all</i> the broadsheet will print.


*With the withdrawal of Orpheus' power, Karlach's mind is rushed with the full force of the Netherbrain.*


Probably not the last time that'll happen.


What was that?!


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Effort v3


Something is on your mind, Dread Sister - speak.


Majesty rewards us. Majesty <i>sees </i>us.


See you on the other side, Gale. It's been an honour.


Treated like what? Pampered? Fed? Given a master to <i>adore? </i>


<i>You...? </i>Brynna - kill him!


That's not my chest.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


Let me make myself indispensable.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Hostium munera!


West door... took most beautiful people away... never saw again...


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


Nice key. It's just like the one that corpse in the tunnels held.


Blasted <i>sunlight</i>. Why did the mushrooms lead us here?


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


*The hyena brightens, cautiously pleased.*


Hm. All right, then - if you turn up looking for hugs and kisses, I'll make sure to shoot first.


'When our allies fail us, we must turn to our enemies.' My father's words. Where the Emperor's concerned, I fear we've no choice but to trust.


Isobel. That is the name of the Selunite cleric at Last Light Inn.


*Like its living counterparts, the corpse speaks in your mind.*


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Oh, but you ward something far more sinister than faith alone, don't you?


*Your minds brush against one another but are swiftly parted.*