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


Hmm. Some sort of magic clings to the door.


She'll turn on you. You'll see.


Enough! I will knock both of your heads together unless you cut it out.


<i>As an illithid, I have far surpassed who I ever was before. You, too, should embrace this change. </i>


You must hear me, devil. I will do whatever it takes - give you anything you ask.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Promise me, Gale. Promise me you'll find another way. Promise me you'll return home, when this is all over.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Minthara! Damn it all.


Effort v3


We're getting out - just one last loose end to take care of. Help me and I'll make it worth your while.


You stood in her presence yourself. Was it not enough to convince you of her fear? Her desperation?


He's tottering. Another drink might knock him out.


But you're not the gilding type. Straightforward, true as the day is long.


Baaa. <i>Argh. </i>BAAA.


I'm exactly where I want to be - don't you worry.


Huh. Needs to be activated elsewhere.


The city is only as strong as its walls. Gortash understands this.


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


The Blade of Frontiers!


VO_SFX : Spit


Right away.


Do it or don't, you bloody <i>ranga</i>!


Gustas dulcis!


In that case, we're a match made in... Faerûn.


She should have married my cousin, as I suggested. He has plenty of land out in Amn.


*You won't get away with vandalism around here. This witness will make sure of it. As will the guards.*


Fungal spores... Remain vigilant. We cannot be distracted.


I'm sure you're perfectly delightful, but I can't talk right now.


Get us out of this, and I swear we'll make it worth your while.


Fine. Keep your boots on.


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


What did you do?! My teacher gave me that! And she - and she's <i>dead</i>, you bastard.


Oh! That's very... visceral. I might tone it down a touch, but I'll keep the intent.


His only regret, that Karlach doth not fight beside him.


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


The Nine Hells. That's as close as I'd like to get...


Falling


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


You won't be much help from in here, soldier.


After two hundred years of rats, I think we deserve a real drink.


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Ignis!


Non movere!


Lathander. Sun god, I think. Seems like a good chap.


Ancient bones, but their equipment looks as sturdy as ever.


More than interested, if you feel the same.


That was <i>revolting</i>.


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


A pity such an impressive feat came on the heels of our children's tragedy, but you were not responsible for their deaths.


Bah, now you've gone and spoiled the fun. I like it better when they've got some fight in 'em.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


Say we'll take over. His work is sloppy; he'll kill the prisoner too quickly.


That's <i>certainly</i> the last wine festival we'll be hosting.


No more goblins. No more fighting. Just... <i>peace</i>.


It's all right, I'm not mad about it anymore. He tried his best to lead us in a terrible situation. I see that now.


<i>HHHNNNNNNHHHHHH.</i>


So... <i>Shadowheart</i>. Such a name implies yours is a difficult heart to find.


Pucker and peck all you like. Don't assume I care to watch.


A friend? You considered me '<i>a friend</i>'?


Baldur's Gate at last. We should find Sharess' Caress - Voss will be waiting.


Got it.


Time to push my luck again.


That was the last of them. Inside - all of you. More may follow.


Aye, well. Might be you should've, yeah?


You took pity on one of Shar's sorry little followers - or was it genuine affection? Let's take a closer look.


Come, Shadowheart. Do you think prayers alone can keep an army on the march?


If thou art ready, proceed to seal fate's image with thy final stitch.


The air is thick with blood. I can't see it - but I can smell it.


I suppose... I suppose the Absolute keeps some mysteries from us all.


I can't see any way to disarm it.


Ketheric's done, but that army's already on the move. This isn't done yet.


What the...


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Don't cry...


That's what you think, you son of a bitch!


Lae'zel. I see <i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i> in you - Sister in Freedom. Together, we will be our people's light.


Well - let's pry it open and have a look.


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


Pigeon blood. Some cat dines well tonight, perhaps.


What chewed you up and spit you out?


Now, where the devil did that bottle go?! My silk! We can't continue without it!


The conditions must not be disturbed if it is to have a fighting chance.


We get along quite well, I think.


I know they do not. It is my responsibility to cleanse myself.


Then you shall. We'll travel the lands together, tasting everything Faerûn has to offer.


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


Such agonies I would inflict upon you for what you've done here. But Bhaal's law is absolute. You may leave, unmauled.


Sa'varsh Kethk won't let us do anything fun 'til we pass this test.


We need to find the doll - now, before its hag magic gets its teeth in us.


Demento te!<br>v3


I'll set you loose.


The choice before is clear as a <i>var'ith'n</i>'s psi-quartz, inescapable as the expanse of wildspace itself.


The end must be near. No regrets, Gale? You may have been better off staying inside that boulder...


Need a little boost?


Do you hear the Absolute's voice? Do you feel Her inside you?


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


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


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


Looks like part of the Netherbrain. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.


'Absolute' this... 'end of the word' that... These young folk've <i>no</i> idea how good they've got it.


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


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


That was not just foolish. It was immoral.


Non movere!<br>v2


Time to bite, my owlbear friend!


Those two must have history.


Invoco te<br>v3


*A metallic tang fills the air as Orin's form is drained of life - ashes to ashes, blood to blood.*


If you have no business here... well. You have no<i> business </i>here.


C'mon! Gotta let the drow know where them looters is. We'll be heroes!


S-somewhere underneath the temple. There's a hidden p-passage.


What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.


<i>Fuck. Yes.</i>


I haven't forgotten. And as it happens, I was making something to help you on your way.


He'd hate to hear me say this, but I'm so fucking proud of Astarion. He could've had it all, but he kept his soul instead.


But you mess with Zariel's true faithful? You'll be turned to a lemure and answer to the Archduchess of Avernus.


But you: look how the succour of Shar eludes you. See how painfully present you remain...


By Helm, has someone finally bested the hag?


*She was only seeking your protection? What compelled you to end her?*


I'll handle these ignots. You go dominate the brain! Get to the Crown, and cast the spell!


Tell him I sent you - and if he stains it up with his sniffling, there'll be hell to pay.


Come on.


Another mask.


And a hard-won freedom at that. Well done.


Since the party, I've had a spring in my step. And I've got you to thank.


Now is <i>not</i> the time.


And the dwarf just... stops bleeding. Just stands back up.


I hope so. Anything that discourages a bite. I'm hunting a vampire, you see.


Eugh, the puzzle is coming together... I can just picture it.


*'And present it to death-father Bhaal' - verse by Invoker Grimlark*


What a nightmare.


No more than the ungrateful cur deserved.


Falling


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


I'm waiting!


No time for mercy.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


And that's precisely why I want you by my side in Baldur's Gate.


Then I guess Arabella and the snake now have something in common.


<i>*Sigh.*</i> I suppose that will do for now. But none that pose the threat of imminent death or destruction, for me, or yourself, or anyone else for that matter.


*The spilt wine is laced with the perfume of an exquisite poison - an unexpected treat.*


What's this... feeling of <i>power</i>?


Snore
zzZzz


There must be a way to undo this. There must be something.


Time for a quick talk.


Quickly now.


Impero tibi!


The Waiting Storm is arisen!


I will pay any toll, serve any foul whim. Name the price.


My best guess says it's whoever runs the tribunal - a Bhaalist ritual of initiation. It's all Dolor could talk about.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


I need you.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Should you hear word of Ravengard, seek me out. I will not fly far.


I gave him safety. I gave him purpose. More than any soul gave him in his mortal lifetime.


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


A gem. Doesn't strike me as purely decorative...


I had it all worked out, you know. I was going to cut your pretty little head off, and then kill Lora myself.


Let's DANCE.


I expect you to fall on your sword, if you do.


But he won't have him for long. Come morning, those vamps are mine.<br>


It has <i>everything </i>to do with this place. The rot is all around us.


Karlach treats every embrace as if it might be her last. Or your last. What a way to go...


That parasite was <i>mine</i>. Spend your days in fear, furless one, for I will return to dig my claws into your eyes and rip out your brains!


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


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


Stealth is our best option.


<i>She </i>caught you with Nibbles - that was his name. Forced you to get rid of him... in front of everyone as an example. You always loved animals, but you never let yourself get too close after that.


If this is the end, then we face it together. That, at least, I can promise you.


Need a little boost?


Can she possibly be Ketheric's daughter?


Frange! v3


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


One of 'em was prayin' when I slit its throat. Who do you devils even pray to?


Dying Deep Exhale


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I fight for justice - and will not hesitate to execute it.


Pizzled rancour!


The Harpers won't let you down.


Any sign of those brutes?


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


Worst of all, they don't know their fate's already set. They're doomed.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Nice - I promise I'll put it to good use.


When you run a plane-hopping circus of ragtags and ruffians, few things faze you.


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


*Your limbs are unresponsive, cut off by the device's magic. You can't move.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


<i>I'll</i> take that.


It's back!


This better be important. Every time I open my mouth, I taste the feculence of this place.


<i>The Morphic Pool is beneath the city. That is where we must go. But you cannot confront the brain without all three Netherstones! Turn back! </i>


I don't like the look of this. Was she summoning something?<br>


I just want a little look.


I'd pretty much trust them with my life.


And don't worry about me - I'll manage, one way or another. But I'll remember our little moments together fondly - they're amongst the few good memories I can lay claim to.


*With your holy mission came the power to commune with the beasts.*


Did you think me a fool? Did you think I wouldn't notice the theft of our final egg?


Look upon her.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


Attack Critical<br>var2


They won't see me coming.


*Your lips resist, then yield - Ansur's thoughts flow out of you as if they were your own.*


Quickly now.


I've no more riddles.


Downwards it is - and a stylish ride, no less.


This'll help with the pain.


You mean she's not in Moonrise? Then the curse...


Do as I do. We'll be fine as long as we show the <i>ch'r'ai</i> respect.


What an angry little creature that pixie is.


None other. She spoke to me - she <i>actually spoke to me</i>! And she gave me a mission.


So Gortash is a lord now. I'd like to clap eyes on this Steel Watch of his.


*The Lady of Loss blesses you - be troubled by neither memory nor misgiving.*


Everyone hates us. But we didn't do anything.


Didn't think I'd live to see this place again.


Listen, my love.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Or it'll come back to haunt us.


Effort v10


Bet them guts are nice and juicy!


Hold on, I'm coming.


Dodge


And, erm, he wants us back at our camp. Right now.


We'd better not talk further. That arsehole will take any excuse to fire me.


<i>Vlaakith tavki na'zin.</i> I see only - only madness. Vlaakith bears the full might of Tu'narath's arms, and the covenant of the great Mother Gith!


Don't mind if I do.


I'm a businesswoman - I know a bluff when I hear it. Hand over the 'shroom or clear off.


Rest easy, I've got you.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


But we mightn't survive these things in our heads. They're going to consume us from the inside and turn us into mind flayers.


Someone kidnapped a duke - right on our bloody doorstep. The Flaming Fist will need someone to blame.


Until the boss gives word, <i>hold the line</i>.


Stronger together.


Not <i>that</i> kind of playing, silly - I want to play a game! It'll be really fun, let me show you.


I want to help you, but I can't unless you work with me. So: has anything unusual happened to you?


...Fine. But make any more trouble for us and you'll regret it, drow or not.


At least give me a sword!


Fine.


Gorgeous mail on that fist.


Gods, how many masks are there?


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


Ferio!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


All right... I guess being fearless won't help if an arrow comes flying right at me.


Oi! Someone's taking my sigil ring. You see anyone, you bloody well stab 'em.


You'll breath your last before you lay a single finger on me!


Shouldn't have wished to live in more interesting times.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


And you're covered in blood, but hardly look worse for wear. It isn't yours.


Which one will be the meat, and which one will be the tooth?


*Though the powers you gained are not savoury in their origin, that will matter little if they keep you, and the orb, in one piece.*


Gods above - what happened?


Blink and you'll miss me.


That's it, then. I can't jump any further.


Cave circulum!


I don't know - what more can I say?


Safe in Boo's sticky little fingers. Wait - are those fingers, or toes?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Great knowledge rests within these pages...


She's being kept in Wyrm's Rock.


Best think ahead, or I'm lost.


I'm sure even I could learn some new tricks from an old veteran such as yourself.


Strange... you know who I never thought I'd find myself caring for?


It's huge.


*With a shock of psychic pain, the pack leader's mind clamps onto yours.*


Always a pleasure.


This place is so peaceful. Maybe I should convert.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This cannot - <i>must </i>not - be our fate.


You'll be stronger than ever.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


Nighttime exertions...? Oh, I see. Well, considerate of you, I suppose.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


*You were seen vandalising someone else's property. Perhaps you should smooth things over.*


Exactly. Think of the potential!


It's awkward for me too, you know.


The grand piano plays the Lliirian Suites all by itself, and as we look out beyond the arches that lead to the terrace, we see the weary sun take its daily dive into the sea.


Please, stay your hand. My father's life is at stake.


You, on the other hand, you've probably seen your fair share of murders since you discovered your heritage.


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


*A chill draught strikes as you turn, as if distant eyes were set watching.*


Enjoying the show? Then you're going to love Dribbles! He's about to perform on stage.


Don't be fooled - Carrion's not gone. We need to sever every last of his connections to this plane.


Lady Shar permits me to plead ignorance.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Aw - these toy bears are adorable.


Trust a priest not to say it plain - he's dead, then. Godsdammit, Asharak.


Lost in the shadows all this time... he must have left some part of himself behind. Something we can use.


Hmm - only one serving for me, I guess.


Duke Ravengard - he still lives!


Voco murus!


More shapeshifters. The cult's got a whole heap of 'em.


Up there. Danthelon's Dancing Axe - the Harper safe-house Jaheira mentioned.<br>


Unlock my cell, escort me out of Wyrm's Rock.


Looks like the curse claimed some of the Absolute's followers as its own.


You know what else costs a lot? That inspection fee.


The circus is my family - they rescued me when I was but a youngling. They did not starve me - the <i>other </i>did.


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Isn't it obvious?


You did the best you could in an impossible situation. No one could ask for more.


This world is ripe to be plucked, Chosen... and mashed into a bloody pulp beneath your boot.


Resisto venenum!


Grey ones gone. Good. Will stay here, until it's safe to leave.


Please, stay with me.


Really? That's a pity.


Quick Boo - sit on my skull, so the light does not betray us!


You'll be free soon enough.


This hammer could shatter even the thickest of skulls.<br>


Tu es nihil!


On my way.<br>


I keep dreaming I'll wake up with my throat slit. May your sleep be more pleasant.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


Hm.


Ignis!


A map of the shapeshifters' locations - and Father Lorgan's name as well. The killer was here.


If only Wulbren shared your sentiments.


*The dark power within you grips tight. If you do not feed it something of the Weave, it will soon devour you instead.*


I never promised more than a night - though I can't deny the lure of your taste. Sweet, yes, but also bitter as ginger.


Don't be reckless. Kill the hag, and you kill the child.


Seems simple enough.


But we can look to the future tomorrow... or the day after. Today, let us think only of ourselves in this moment. We have won a lifetime together.


You should be more careful.


Our leader is a fool for love, Minthara. I'd never be compelled to conduct such a poorly-planned jailbreak.


Eh? Ain't nothin' wrong with me. You're the one who's sick in the head.


Falling


Best be on my way.<br>


N-no, not questionin', sir! Never! We know our place...


Let's take a gander.


Effort v5


This is the head... of a clown. Right.<br>


*You've heard tell of the prince who betrayed Vlaakith, but these writings accuse Vlaakith of betraying Gith herself. No wonder the tale was so expertly encoded.*


Victory v3


Jealous? You needn't be -  when Orin is in my hands, her agony will nourish me.


*You feel an all-too-familiar squirm in the recesses of your mind. She has a tadpole.*


Aye, fair enough. Just don't take too long.


*There's something in the squint of his eye. You suspect he's lying.*


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


<i>Friend. We are going to the helm.</i>


Tadpoles. These little monsters certainly do the rounds...


Not a subtle point, but well made. Keep the Gauntlets. Your threats aren't necessary, but your coin is still welcome, devil-slayer.


HA HA! Your <i>face</i>.


What's a swa-gog-gin?


Dying Burning<br>v6


Skewered monk. A delicacy to someone, no doubt.


*The merregon stares through you. It knows only to attend to its master.*


Good. That means you're back to your old ways.


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


I didn't think that would work. This shadow curse is something else.


Inside, hurry! We don't have much time!


I entertained our 'guests' here until Cazador appeared and took them away, but I never saw anything like this.


I mean, you're here too. You understand.


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


Simple - I followed you. It seems Shar still holds a grudge against General Thorm, and so sought to prevent me from entering in his name.


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


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


I'm exhausted. Better find somewhere to camp soon.


And then we will need no gods. We will be their equal. We will be Absolute.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


Sine metu!<br>v2


*There is no hesitation this time - the tendrils lash out like a waiting predator.*


Stale air in a grim cave. This must be the Underdark.


Such beauty. Such power.


Walk in blood, Unholy Assassin. It is Lord Bhaal's will.


Yes. He's just over there. Between you and I, his claims of mastery over pain are <i>unfounded.</i>


Hello darling.


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


I wonder, how did the Illithid Empire fall?


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


Ellie May's ring? Guess I got there before him.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Looks like a githyanki, if the armour is anything to go by.


These are tunnels under the Open Hand Temple...  The dead priest's name is written next to them.


Can't say I understand that. Not sure I want to.


Since they forced our hand.


Die, hellspawn-lover.


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


Thank you. You will not see us again.


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


I believe you fought and defeated an avatar of Myrkul, the god of necromancy. A remarkable feat.


Gone, and only a foul stench of sulphur left behind. Just like a devil to fart and flee.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


<i>Aggeniculamur in umbra</i>... did I say that out loud?


Yes. Yes I am.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


Letters? Ah, you mean the top secret communiqués attached by the tall one.


That doesn't look comfortable.


Let's fix this.


He's - dead? I prepared myself for this. Thought I was ready. But the sting still pierces deep.


This is a ritual killing. And the murderer wanted it found.


Hope it doesn't see us.


If the brain wins, the Illithid Empire returns, and worlds you've never even dreamed of will die.


Malleus!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Intactilis sum!


I'm glad to see you're not one to give up.


Impero te!


While I would love naught more than to join you in worship, Lord Bhaal requires your aid in another way first.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Help us. Save us.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Go on.


I can't even see a lock to pick.


I'm not opposed to a bowl of something mysterious and rib-sticking, but I certainly don't <i>identify </i>as one.


I stole an apple once when I was nine, but that thing won't know about it. I hope.


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


Don't mind Mig and her 'meat sounds'. It's just her brain slopping around in her skull.


Perfect spot for an ambush. Get into position.


Best be on my way.


I don't serve, and I don't rule. With or without tadpole.


Well, well, well.


*The Mouth's next edition appears to be led by a piece commemorating the late Lord Gortash.*


Sorry, Smart Stuff - threats ain't comedy, no matter how brawny you are. But thanks for the job security.


Perhaps he will sheathe his blade, and dedicate himself to your happiness one day.


Impero te!<br>v3


Punge!


He had... everything. A wonderful wife. A brilliant daughter. They lived not far from here.


You don't let yourself become weighed down by things that don't matter.


Gladly.


*Water and blood. They envelop you, they drag you downward. You are submerged in past, present, and future.*


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Breathe deep, and move.


You are useful - for now. And we may yet find a way to gut the prince before he can fly free.


From what I understand, there's a healer called Nettie in the grove. Perhaps she's got the talent.


Dead already.


Perfect. One more rhyme, for old times' sake.


Gods, I'd forgotten that. In my defence, it was his birthday and I'd had several glasses of wine.


Do you think because I'm an outsider that that makes me ignorant?


((*state your purpose*))


The little shit. And here I hoped I was your only night-time visitor.


You're more than welcome to do your very worst. I'll have the guards stop you if it starts to tickle.


Death giggle


Amo sanguinem!


Gond, forgive me - I'm awake. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!


If everyone else minds their business, I'll be fine.


Gods aid me, he does not mean the things he says.


That was <i>revolting</i>.


Won't budge.


Ferio!


Fine. I'd like to be able to carry all of my precious stock without the need of a team of oxen.


How'd you survive it?


Right. You look harmless enough. The commander keeps an open house, so you may pass.


Make the best decision you can - that's all anyone could ask of you. I will stand by your side regardless.


Hopefully longer than I think.


No - that'd take too long. I'll just paraphrase. <i>The hero of Baldur's Gate looked in disgust at the tavern...</i>


Hark! A dung golem!


Hells, I didn't mean it that way. Halsin's important, but you're the first bit of good faith we've had since he left.


Go on. I'm sure you've got better places to be.


Good to know. For the future...


It doesn't matter. We can't help him from here.


What beautiful music...


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


The leader of some new crew that's intent on paining my arse.


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


Those ears are practically drooping, dearie! Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


This text is heresy. I can hardly bear to read it, let alone speak it.


Ex nihilo!


Spectacular. I would like to make a home for myself in the hells one day.


I'm sorry, Arka.


Operational? It is <i>exemplary</i>. I maintain it myself.


Mayrina is not fine - not even a little. Fix her - <i>please.</i>


What do you get up to all day without us, hmm?


Laughter Maniacal


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


There's some sort of magic bound to that door...


It is better to accept that, and to make sure she is ready to fight to the last.


Better to act swiftly than stand around and wonder.


Halsin... caged...


I don't know if this Duke Ravengard the same, but I will say this - the Flaming Fist are the cornerstone of the city, and the Dukes are its foundation.


<i>Do not </i>touch the egg! This is your final warning, <i>k'chakhi</i>.


It belongs to the shadows now. Better if it's just left alone.


I am a Child of Gith, not discarded rat-flesh. Am I not due your respect?


Use it when the need arises - and never a moment before.


Then I'm not looking for your stuff. That was easy. Anything else?


What to do?


Indeed. More than simple craft, it's a way of life for some of them.


Wyrm's Crossing. This place has been a haven, when Harpers were less than welcome in the city proper.


What-cha... this'n's some <i>booyahg</i>! They're tryna magick me!


I know! They were pure savages - not like you. I'm sure you would appreciate that this is all in the name of knowledge.


Mig hear meat. Mig <i>knows.</i>


When you find the lordling, tell him Orin is watching.


The Prince of the Comet will soar, and the age of Vlaakith will be ended!


<i>Tnak</i>. Fine. Hope Gribbo drinks it. At least then she'll shut up 'bout her bloody pigeon!


Dodge


Hurry. We are close to our cure.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Because it isn't my tale to tell. And because, in truth, I do not know the half of it. Only this:


You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.


Dying Burning<br>v2


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


Saved us from a mad druid and her snakes. A real class act.


You do. But I fear the world is ignorant to its debt, at least for now.


More about this forge. But the other notes mentioned some sort of guardian...<br>


So much blood. You could row a boat through it.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


SmileOpen<br>var 2


Doesn't matter what we think now - it would have broken us back then.


Meaningless words, Lunkbug - that's all they are. Now get back to digging.


Does Jaheira not set your heart at ease, Boo? It is comforting, to know that one so wise can be so wrong.


Now you're getting it. I'd sooner walk the Hells than be tortured at Moonrise!


You still have time to make a mark on the city, Astarion. You've certainly made an impression on me.


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


They may die on the road.


You either mount a quick rescue, or you condemn Wyll to an eternity sizzling in the Hells.


May the gods keep you and damn your enemies.


I'll get you right in no time.


Yes - I <i>must </i>try this technique. Or perhaps this one...


Gone again, without a word. She begins to hurt my feelings.


Immortality - and all it took was a betrayal of the highest order.


If you insist.


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


I will finish what my grandfather started. Sarevok brought this city to its knees, but I will be the one to slit its throat. I am Bhaal's Chosen.


I have my doubts. But first things first...


I need a little extra edge.


*Underdark fauna is a topic much written-on - but this title has never appeared in any collection you've seen.*


Your pain, my pleasure.


Whether or not you accepted my generous offer, the fact stands that you cannot control the elder brain without my expertise.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


Disturbing, you mean.


I'm supposed to bust up this guy what owes money to Uktar of the Guild, but Gherva says if I want to join her order that's a no-go.


Fine time for a chat.


I meant to do that.


*The poison burns your throat, but the goblin relaxes.*


Although she may be even more pleased to know who put that bounty on her head in the first place.


But I worry you are distracted from your glory. There are others to kill besides me!


What now?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Stop sneaking around, or I'll tell the <i>sa'varsh</i> on you!


You must not blame yourself. You were a child; your mother and I were supposed to protect you.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


I will keep close. When you are ready, sound the horn.


Quietly...


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


It's almost too good to be true. But I'd be a poor cleric indeed not to avail of a blessing when I see one.


You've actually fought goblins before, haven't you?


<i>You sound just like him.</i>


I'll get you moving again.


*Wyll freezes at the sight. His own father, Duke Ulder Ravengard, seized by the Chosen. Yet for now, there's little he can do.*


Things look... different.


My - what? But I don't...


Holy shit. An orthon. Powerful devils - I wouldn't get on their bad side without a good reason.


A little relief... but not much. The Weave seems <i>fainter </i>somehow. Is something amiss?


<i>I shall respect your privacy on this occasion. </i>


Is the little dog trying to intimidate us? If it continues to bark, I will snap its neck.


We need to get Arabella out. <i>Now. </i>


Go on - leave me alone!


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


No matter. Far be it for me to impose the majesty of the celestial canvas on those unwilling to partake of its beauty.


Quite the welcome.


Hold on! I'm coming.


We made short work of those who would hunt you, Astarion.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Of many hearts, one soul. Of many thoughts, one mind. Of many parts, one whole.
In Her name, Her design.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Snore
zzZzz
v2


To be illithid... to be forgotten...


We are small, but many. Leave, or see what happens.


I hope your goddess is pleased.


*If you could prove yourself worthy to Lady Shar in a place where her very power caresses the land, then even the Mother Superior could not deny you.*


Dodge
v2


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


Most people don't find it so easy to conquer. It's a good thing for us that we aren't 'most people'.


No, no! KARLACH!<br>


The Underdark? As much as I appreciate its shadows, I think Lady Shar will have use for me elsewhere...


Under pressure.


But I'm not here to seek revenge for the deaths they caused.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


You should've kept well away from us, gutsack!


Now go, before I change my mind about roasting you, brother.


There's more hags out there - and I'm going to do what I can to make sure no one else has to go through what I did.


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


We must pick up his trail at the Thorm Mausoleum.


You will need to end things with Lae'zel, though. Preferably while I'm not in range of any thrown weapons.


Poor kid.


Blissfully ignorant.


Forced to fight using my own flesh? How... unbecoming.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


CHICKEN-STRIKE!


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


A key. Wonder what it opens?


*Flaming Fists This Way!*


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v5


More like sketches than anything. Suppose he was still in the drafting stage.


Dying Burning


A temple of sorts? Though not a terribly inviting one.<br>


Your high regard for your own wits is no secret to anyone.


Play whatever part you must to get us closer to Orin's stone. It is not for me to question.


We share a common cause and a common enemy. Allegiances have been built on less.


A prayer sheet. With the same symbol as the one on the chest.


That's no mere disc - it's a lift. I've found the way forward.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


We've been travelling with a vampire - one that feeds on his friends.


*Accept Laduguer's blessing of bitter resentment! Count your grievances and draw strength therefrom, for in malice there is power.*


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Another waif dead before her time. I wonder how it happened.


I'm not normally one for literature, but there's something there.


I could leave - walk into the darkness and never look back.


You - you're not kidding. Huh.


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


I have something to ask.


Looks like Father Lorgan's help wasn't quite enough.


You there! Drow! Why are you in Gekh's raft?


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Exactly. Bloody traitors - the lot of them.


We need to find where they burrowed themselves up.


Wow - impressive. Too bad we can't get down there.


Oh no!


Do you wish to pay?


And I seem to recall a fond allusion to that moment afterwards.


*The mural depicts a purge, a sacred cleansing of the land on a scale you've never seen before.*


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


You look rather fine. Truly, art <i>is</i> an act of the imagination.


Oh. I saw a key earlier with those same markings.<br>


Choose. Your path is mine to follow.


*There will be no great tempest roaring through the skies, no dragon redeemer to help save the city.*<br>


Tch. Tough talk from the oversized lemon. But fine. Have it your way. I'll rip out your throat!


I don't relish the idea of your devil visiting our camp - let alone offering us anything resembling a 'deal'.


The flayer makes a great show of having all the answers. Let us see if it can save its own skin.


So many since... so much blood... never as satisfying... never like the first...


And here's your reward. We're square now. Get lost.


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


Keep your steel sharp.


Mors animae!<br>v3


Looks like someone's not a fan of Shar. Smeared the Absolute's symbol all over her.


Oculus tempestatis!


I can never unsee that. Gods...


Initiative v2


Perhaps there's something else I can offer you.


That bright tower... it's Moonrise. Or it used to be.


Hurt


Our old lives are shed. Our old dreams are dead. We are of One Mind, in Your Design.


Full-fledged vampires are not so easily slain. Astarion's master will be no exception.


Hmm...


<i>You mean to make the city bow to you and you alone!</i>


I wish this city - the people running it - were smarter than me. Gortash isn't their salvation. He's the monster at the gate.


*You may find some kindred spirits among the duergar, but alliances will be rare - and friendships, even rarer.*


Serene she might seem, but nature has fangs!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


*Here - Thorm Mausoleum
South - Central Square*


You have disobeyed your Father's wishes one time too many.


Yes, but who knows what's inside? It could be worth more than any purse she'll offer.


Is someone... singing?


I've spent so long feeling... inferior, shut out from my destiny over such a simple act of youthful enthusiasm.


Absolutely not.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


My weapon is yours - you need only call.


Yeah, right. No chance we're letting those bastards take the gnomes with them. Right?


Shhht, friend. Boo does not like worms. They make his butt go itchy and take his mind from butt-kicking. We do not need these tadpoles...


The Absolute brought you here for a reason - to throw open those gates and crush our enemies.


It's never been that simple before, I don't know why it would be now.


Excellent! Omeluum will be happy to answer all of your questions.


An act of divine mercy!


You bonked yer head recently? Didn't spot them by the gate? Big metal bastards, even bigger swords?


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Good time for a chat.


You - what in the name of the Nine Hells are you doing here?!


Maybe when the patrol comes back I can learn what the outside's like.


Wherever this 'House of Hope' is, we need to go there <i>immediately</i> and destroy that contract. We must find a diabolist. Only one well-versed in devilry will know the way.


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


Powerful-looking piece of armament. Used on those githyanki, perhaps?


Hah! The heart of a berserker beats in the cleric's chest! Shar thinks this pain is a punishment? No!


You were the last to be alone with her. And just like that, she's gone.


But... you're right. I can't risk those people getting a hold of my daughter.


Shouldn't have wished to live in more interesting times.


Now get out, before I get the itch to take yours.


Oh you're no fun at all, are you?


Esto perpetua!


And I'm not convinced he's any more trustworthy.


Ha! No, my love, you and Shadowheart can hold hands all you want. It means nothing to me.


The effects on the mortal body of such unfettered magical exposure cannot be overestimated. She held back in order to protect us. To make sure I heard her.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Good nose. Like a nasty little terrier.


Whether the source is blood or books, magic is hard to master. Do or die indeed.


Lost prince... son of Gith... forbidden...


Son of Thorm. <b>Sot</b> of Sword Coast.


Big... fast... hit my head... everything went... black...


*There are recesses on the altar that look intended to house something. Another such receptacle already contains a gemstone.*


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Gale - that's your symbol on its collar. This isn't yours, is it?


Best to stay clear, or be ready for a fight.


Dead gnolls. Looks like someone toyed with them - made the pain last.


Ab uno disce omnes!


Shadowheart likes to keep secrets, but the two of you could not keep this from me.


It is only through competition that any of us can remain strong. The Guild may have become too comfortable to remember that.


What's the use being first in line if the line's not moving?


We should check it out - but be careful.


You look good, too. Enjoy it - after spending time in Avernus, I know better than most that you deserve a good turn.


Which world? There are so many, and so few of them are worth saving.


Strange - the dust on the leftmost door has been wiped clean.


It was my triumph to die among the stars, in the Astral Plane. It was a fine death. Perhaps the best.


I have an assistant, Thrumbo - a conduit I use to maintain my connections with the Ethereal Plane. Unfortunately, he has deserted his duties.


You're the one who helped at the gate? Glad to have another sword - we might need it.


So it is. We gave this city back its life. <i>We </i>did that.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


I'll soon be off to gather your compensation. With your track record, I'm sure you'll find Wulbren in no time - so I'll be quick!


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


Suit yourself.


You do not shy from the parasite's powers.


*You've read that harming spiders is illegal among Lolth's faithful - and often punishable by death.*


*A smile reaches your lips, then melts away. A full laugh could be next.*


I wonder if this Inquisitor is as fearsome as his reputation suggests...


Ad lapidem!


Dead - by our own kin's hand.


I don't feel any different - the book must be low on dark power.


Hey, sis. How long will it take to get to Baldur's Gate?


This is the worst moment. When the screams of the dying have faded, and the conquering hordes howl and yelp as they come to their vile climax.


We're on the same side, last time I checked!


He opens the door, I get his legs, you get his arms, and Kass goes for the eyes.


Oh? And what is he, then, wandering these forlorn barrens over seven hundred miles from home?


Bex!


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


How about this?


The githyanki speaks of rebellion, bloody battle, and then makes plans to meet us in a <i>tavern?</i>


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


At least they've calmed down now.


They say not to go poking bears. Perhaps we should apply that to oxen.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


A pair of wings.


SmileClosed<br>var 5


We nearly have an entire clown - just one piece left. I hope.


My apologies, Dame Aylin. I meant no disrespect.


Let's try this.


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


Why am I risen? This is not... where I was left...


An adoring crowd, fine wine - I daresay this place is almost civilised.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


Takes a lot to push Lord Gortash from the front pages.


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


You always were an idiot, Petras.


VO_SFX : Downed v2


Seems to be stuck.


That wall's barely holding together.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Vincit qui patitur!


Boo thinks the ringmaster is looking for a little more than this.


Oh, y-you're also - Y-yes, of course.


But whatever you do, a word of advice: do not listen to that false butler.


You shouldn't play with divine fire - it will burn you.


You. You're no True Soul.


<i>While I requested an interview, Captain Grisly certainly lives up to her name.</i>


Please, you must finish the job - Carrion can't be allowed to keep hurting people. You must stop him.


It's a little obvious, frankly.


Te video!<br>v3


Boo, I know you object to sharing your space - but this tadpole, it is <i>important</i>.


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Can you use it?


Yes.


*Taking such a holy weapon would be diabolical indeed, but the consequences... <i>disastrous</i>.*


It would have been quicker to kill them.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


I can't promise that'll be any time soon, but thank you, all the same.


You confuse fiction for fact. Even at my most loyal, I never longed for the githyanki throne.


I'll take that.


Don't worry, I'm coming.


Ah. That did it.


Dying


There's a breeze down here. Wonder where it's coming from.


Hells. After two centuries, Cazador still had new horrors to reveal.


That symbol, in the blood... what does it mean?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


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


I ought to just end it all now. On my terms.


*Now, you may yet rule, and rule unhindered, rid of your domineering Father.*


Well spotted, but if I wanted you dead, I'd have crushed you with my vines.


I assure you, it very much concerns you as well as us.


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


I ain't fighting them. Not a chance.


The land around Moonrise is cursed. Travelling there will sap your strength and your sanity.


So much as smack your lips when I'm near, and I will sever you piece by piece.


You're young, child. If you survive as long as I have, you will witness greater horrors than this.


*Only the sounds of the wilderness answer.*


Honey, we might not be able to afford <i>a room</i>, let alone anything else.


Straj. More trouble.


I don't care what's in every mind flayer colony, Gale - nobody does. Except you.


I don't feel like I've won. All I feel is tired.


Gah! Yes. Yes, <i>True Soul.</i>


Oh my gods. It's really happening. It's been so <i>long. </i>Just a sec - let me find my pals. I'll be right back!


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


*Astarion boldly throws himself into the centre of attention in your little group, and all lavish their pleasures on him.*


Those dirt-kissers would let us die for the sake of their bloody grove!


Unless you're buying - then he can wait 'til the Soul Forge goes dark.


Wise, I think. Losing our leader is a blow, but we have our own freedom to look to.


Stupid thing to die for...


Ellie May's ring? Guess I got there before him.


You would fight the goblins? For <i>me?</i>


Either unfinished, or mutilated. Either way, it's hideous.


Nothing interesting buried here.


This is it - keep the enemy away until the brain is completely subdued!


My joints stiffened up quicker than a brothel-browser's loins. Paralysed. My vision went black. When I woke up - I was in chains.


*And now that Shadowheart has the ear of her god... yes, perhaps it's best if they were removed from the equation.*


I'll have you up in no time.


I know you did everything you could. More than I had any right to expect. And I have no doubt that you are more than a match for this cult.


Excellent. Hers was a difficult mind to erase, no doubt - she was fierce, and erratic.


It's a nice horn - but useless now.


Our brains will liquefy if we have to endure much more of this.<br>


Time and again, Wyll's plight reinforces my decision not to pursue the path of a warlock.


After what's happened here, they might finally take this seriously. <i>Might.</i>


Veni et iuva me!


This place... stinks of blood and fear. That is all the <i>Absolute</i> offers.


*You realise the device is <i>hunting</i> your parasite. But it's doing so blindly. Without direction, your faculties could be permanently damaged.*


Look. It ain't much, but it might make all the difference.


Ignis!


It's bloated with poison. Better leave it be.<br>


Better make myself known.


*The trader appears encouraged by your interest in this item. Though, of course, you'll need to pay for it.*


You do not wish to irritate me - or the one I serve.


We'll have it clean soon. We'll have it perfect.


*Gortash's eyes blink in a consistent rhythm. He stands calmly, confidently. He fully intends to share his kingdom with you.*


Surely no one will notice.<br>


Hark! A dung golem!


This used to be such a beautiful city.


Can I get a minute?


Ugh, didya see? They did it. Gross.


What in the hells? It was a shape shifter!<br>


Didn't realise we were flirting - just be warned, I hear I taste bitter.


O-of course not! But this was our best defence!


Wheyy!


But this door is staying closed. Now leave!


A convincing composite, but nothing more.


You have no idea how good it feels to see these people smiling.


UNWORTHY.


Right away.


Let's go, we've wasted enough time talking.


Shameful death... dishonour to Vlaakith...


A bloody display of murderous power. Bhaal means to stoke fear, make us cower.


Attack! Get your blades wet!


You can't die - not like this!


My head? I walk among traitors.


Alas. It doesn't hurt to ponder the question, though.


Dying Freezing to Death


Mine.


This is a Harper emblem. What was she doing <i>here?</i>


A dragon. Hells above - quite literally.


Strange. It looks healthy, but it's stone dead.


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


Myconids. That explains the voices.


Haha! Get it!


Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gale can use.


*Another pod, just like yours. How many more of these can there be?*


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


HEH! I sure love it when they beg.


I know the feeling. We've got to set her free.


He's gone. Left this morning.


<i>Agh</i> - I can feel you, idiot. Keep out of my skull or I'll break yours open.


GruntAngry<br>var 3


AGH! Citizen, stop this at ONCE!


A frontal assault against such formidable foes would be ill-advised.


Lady Shar wouldn't bless me like this for no reason - there must be something she wants of me.


A Flaming Fist? Someone beat her to a pulp.


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


Blessed, Gaerdal - I never thought I'd see it again. Thank you.


Whatever you're doing, it's working wonders! Now a quick little pull should do the trick.


What did you just say?


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


The shadows have upended the ground itself. Such power...


He promised Balduran he'd protect the city if ever its existence was threatened - but just the once.


Ruined! Smash - I'll SMASH YOU!


With ease.


Built for battle!


<i>Still, you choose to break our alliance.</i>


Kled wants to help people like Kled. To help them not feel scared.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Malar's mark. How many more Harpers dead?


I must admit, the Crown of Karsus has occupied my every thought since I learned of it. If I can seize it, and use it... the possibilities for both of us are <i>infinite</i>.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


This is what we get for putting our faith in a network of spies, I suppose.


I'VE GOT GOOD NEWS. AND BAD NEWS. AND WORST NEWS.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Ah! AHHH. NO. BAD MAGIC. SORRY. SORRRRY.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


Breaking a mirror of this size must lead to quite a lot of bad luck...


<i>I was as surprised as you were.</i>


Vincere est vivere!


Cheese from the Dalelands. Or what's left of it.


I do not wish to spill blood here. Come daylight, we will find a place to end this.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Even your boss can't resist a good story.


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


Still useless, I see.


It shall be done.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


The Emperor was clear. Nothing but death waits ahead.


You serve your queen well, child. Hunt those who escaped the <i>ghaik</i> ship. Find the weapon.


The brain - there is no more time!


((*Sovereign. he has come. the Rot has come*))


See there? Something tore through that rock like paper.


Now - what do you need of Minsc?


I'm sure the cook would be happy to share with you - so long as you like the smell of ham.


Can I pet Crimson? Please, oh, please!


<i>Come quickly - I can't do this without you!</i>


Shout


These artist types are always so soft, aren't they? You make one little comment and their egos crumble to dust.


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Initiative v2


Argh! It's screeching for help!


With a flick of the wrist.


You must be new here - quite the time to be passing through.


And you can see what <i>I</i> want.


All the dwarf sellouts I know would disagree.


For my part, I'll keep your contract safe and secure in my house.


Extra Recovered <br>V4


The password is... 'Sicarius'. Let's beat feet to Candulhallow.<br>


Careful. You don't know what I'm about to ask.


So, all it took to get Mystra's attention was to learn how to reforge an artefact that once destroyed her.


Shhh. Nearly there.


Since when has yielding been an option? Gut the little rodent.


Well, that's one grunt down, but someone else is calling the shots around here.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


What is this?<br>


Perhaps I can explain.


It's complicated. But I'm an adventurer, just like you.


Want to hear a hot one? The other day I met some folks who'd banded together to 'fight back'. Against what, you ask?


After everything we've been through, you're going to let them rot here?


Tonitrus!


You do not need luck to survive, Astarion. Not when you have me.


It's one of them 'letting you walk away with all your blood' kinda fees.


Why don't you clear things with your leader before we team up. Send 'em my way so we can work out the particulars.


She is quite fond of her garden. Lenore has always been a lonely sort - nature was her only companion.


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


You must be here to shop. I am sundries, while Tolna deals with tomes.


Help Thrinn free Nere - then you and my chums grind him up.


So, doesn't know the meaning of the word soap? Hmm. I don't fancy subjecting our patrons to such a stink.


Tell you what, though: look me up if you're ever in the city. I owe you a pint.


That is a risky move. But if you think it's the right one...


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


A lock? How tempting.


Give me the lantern, and follow. I know a refuge from the darkness. You can rest there.


A seafaring elf and a dragon. And... not locked in glorious battle?


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


You walk in the darkness, unafraid? How curious.


Duke Ravengard's still alive, you reckon?<br>


Guy is cursed and totally soused. Those types don't go down easy.


Wherever this is, I don't intend to linger.<br>


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


I'm going back to camp. If I don't immolate in the night, I'll deal with this sorry shit tomorrow.


The drinks are a little <i>peculiar</i>, but the bosun assured me that I'll get used to the taste. I recommend the ale.


Indeed, that poor halfling couple nearly died!


Look, Investigator, Brilgor might have been a criminal, but he was no murderer. You're missing something, you have to be -


Shout


What is this place?


Listen - the psionic detector. Githyanki are lurking nearby.


Wow. It must be love.


<i>The Absolute. </i>Of course.


You're really better speaking to Master Figaro. He'll be able to find you an outfit that's <i>just </i>right.


*As bold as you may feel, with neither stones nor parasite you have no means to control or dominate the Netherbrain. You will die.*


Tell them that Father Lorgan was nice to us, and that we didn't do anything! We swear!


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Mm. You crave the icy heat of iron and steel.


Some goblin cultists were about to stumble on where those two Bright boys were hiding. So I just kind of drew their attention.


*As the lock opens, weak magic pulses from the book. Such a waste, binding it to dry, dead parchment.*


Selûnite rubbish.


*Suddenly you feel smaller - <i>younger</i>. And surrounded by jeering, pushing shadows. You cannot discern their words, but you blood boils with anger and embarrassment.*


*A thief's been emptying pockets around here. You might want to allay some suspicions, before things get out of hand.*


Hard life, working these docks. But steady, at least. Always something that needs hauling.


The inscription on this ring - the same tongue as the old book we found. Kozakuran.


A face I once trusted, now allied with the shadows' most favoured.


Is that Shar's voice? Not present in person, surely...


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


I appreciate that - but I can't help how I feel. Sorry.


That's odd. The flame won't go out.


Ugh, that reeks.


Got it.


Whatever. My soul's not gonna matter if we get eaten by shadow freaks.


If it were only me it wouldn't be so bad, but I've got mouths to feed.


Vacant as an orc's skull.


A long way to go still.<br>


Whatever they are, Shadowheart will pay dearly for them. Shar will make sure of it.


My brothers had the dreams too, same as me. But they wouldn't admit it.


I'll have you up in no time.


We should heed the Emperor's warning. Passing the gate could be the death of us.


I'm not sure - all I know is there's a p-passageway to the Nightsong.


An ordinary rat alone. But together? Something more.


Minsc's skull has been split many times. But never with quite a sting such as <i>this</i>.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


...Somehow, you are making even less sense than usual.


But bad as she is, I'm betting whatever drove you to her door is worse.


You don't have a choice - neither of us do.


I'm surprised to see you again, True Soul. You are here to assist and not to meddle, I trust.


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


Hurt Critical


Loose brickwork. Best not lean against it.<br>


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


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


I wanted to... to thank you. I was sinking into a dark place, but you reminded me there is still light in the world, if I should care to look for it.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


And you are <i>sure</i> we cannot leave them behind, Boo...?


I want to go where you go.


More doppelgangers. Just how many has Orin enlisted?


Attack Critical<br>var2


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


Excellent work, ra'stil. Enter, and seek Kith'rak Therezzyn.


Another letter from Orin.


I put a special meat inside.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Mind flayer horticulture.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


Gnomes - it's your lucky day. Get your squat arses moving, before I take a brand to them.


I do not expect you to mourn. But I will not tolerate your rejoicing, either.


If there's one thing Zariel taught me, it's not to fuck with the top dog until it's absolutely necessary.


This is what happened with Alfira, isn't it? By Balduran's helm, if only I'd known.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Yes, because every function comes with a handy switch.


Looks like an ambush.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Friend, yes - and more.


<i>Down the hatch!</i>


Voco spicae!
v3


You like him for more than his looks, but he will never believe that. Why not make him a pretty corpse?


I swear...


The blood stains I could ignore, but chanting always sounds ominous.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


There is no time to tarry.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


It is stand and <i>deliver</i>, little Fig. Though... I think I like yours better. You bellow like a true berserker!


Though it was subtly done, I'll grant you that. Maybe I can use you.


Though the orb yet burns within thy chest, she didst contain its hunger. Thy life is thine own once more.


Same to you. Though unless my senses deceive me, you brought a bit of the Hells back with you. Infernal engine?


*Those doubts cluster in swarms, and the thickest is around her sense of self. She pushes past, revealing the image of her you hold in your mind.*


Gods, all these drow. Someone's trying to send a message.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Minsc, the great ranger. He's alive - and infected? Hells. We need to act.


Here goes nothing.<br>


Even Selûne's faithful are driven to the darkness in such a place.


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


I look forward to the day. Meanwhile, my hunger for you will only deepen.


No need. Should be able to stand soon enough - once this bloody potion wears off.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


*The cruelty of the Slayer leaps around within.*


You huff and puff at the door. I'll find my own way in.


A runepowder bomb - first of its kind. Fifty wizards high on the Weave couldn't summon this kind of firepower.


A spell a day...


Have you back on your feet soon.


I will carry his legacy, I will do him proud.


And you're quite sure it wasn't a dream? Cheese partaken at a late hour can wreak havoc on the unconscious... Go on, tell me about it.


No question. The people will sing psalms praising your name - and my voice will be the loudest among them.


Success!<br>


My gods. What in all Nine Hells is wrong with you?!


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


Recovered


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


Better search around for his other parts.


Enough, Fig. There's no point getting your hopes up. She'll be back when she's back.


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality.


... then my brothers have perished in my absence? With no sons to replace them...


So, you feeling up to killing Ethel yet?


Killed a few giant bats in my day, Astarion - but never hunted a vampire.


The usurper is dead. So much for 'Circle Glut'.


Don't fight fair. Fight to live.


Suffer!


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


Oi!


To have a rage so fierce the dark quivers - you must have blessed them, my Queen! But if so... where is their lantern?


The fate you seal is your own. To be a Dark Justiciar is to turn your heart from everything but loss. You will know no love, no joy - only servitude.


I'm so glad I found - wait!


So, how much will this tasting session lighten my coinpurse?


Your knowledge betrays a closer experience than you let on. You're infected.


Anyway, I meant what I said. Thanks for what you did. I gotta go.


The Orphic Hammer is ours. Now to put it to use.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Would you believe me if I said this was probably the best day of my life?


We're not done playing yet.


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


<i>Deaddeaddead.</i>


Remember the name Oskar Fevras. It will be back on society's lips in no time.


That doll must be the source of the curse - because <i>look at it.</i> Now, just to undo it...


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I don't believe it. Lady Shar would never bless the likes of you. Some charlatan's trick, no doubt.


NO!


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


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


The unworthy had to be removed. It was the Nightsinger's will.


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


Likely you're right. I'll tuck him up tight 'til I can ship him back to his mother. What are you going to do?


Ah, that put the wind back in my sails.


Bodies, bloods - this is the dream! Knew I was smarts to sneaks in. The skelly boy said I could stay if I solds ya stuff. So hurry up - BUY, BUY BUY.


Go on, rodent - we both know you like me better anyway!


Remember, outsider - you are tolerated more than you are welcome.


No, that is not right. My body is but a vessel to serve nature with. To take pride in it is to indulge in vanity.


I'm ready for the goo.


Recovered <br>V3


Listen to yourself. A mouse who fancies itself an eagle.


The plan is what it's always been - to bring the work and innovations of the Ironhand Gnomes to every corner of the realm.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


*You recognise this as a trial, where initiates would prove themselves to Lady Shar. This one would challenge their combat prowess.*


Closed Mouth Effort


Then - then there is hope yet. To think I'd all but given up.


Netherese? Ancient magic, that. Netheril is a memory so distant, I wager even the elves have forgotten.


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


Is that Volo?


The mirror takes memories. Wow.


You... you have no idea what you've done.


Nature can provide for the cub. Perhaps it'll live.


Now that's not good.


You're a vision. And you're so much more than that.


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


As does everyone. I have little doubt your efforts will be rewarded in whatever way you see fit.<br>


You'll be pleased to know those sahuagin you offed have been cleaned up - gods, the <i>smell</i>.


Boo's eyes are sharper than your teeth, grave-lord. <i>He</i> will guide Astarion's blade.


Come. I'll let you in. My pleasure.


Goodness, but what hath come over thee?


<i>Chk</i>. Enough viscera to rival a githyanki sparring circle.


Strange collar... it's got runes all over it.


Looks like they're warded from within the tower. Must be something around here that can help.


Just this once.


Flagello!


Hells no. They'll be devoured one way or another.


I will be waiting beneath the city.


Something over there.


*Your mind is full, bursting with ecstasy and terror. Finally, it is coming. You are becoming.*


Surge!


I'd say the swamp is a breath of fresh air compared to the hag, but... not really.


*Every scrap of your marrow yearns to end her. Dooming the village would bring foul glory. You can almost taste it.*


There must be a way. This cannot be the end.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


I'm in no place to rest yet. Today has been a lot.


I am harmless - until we are cornered.


A fascinating process, if a touch grim.


No. Let me do this on my terms. Besides - I need someone left to sing my praises, after I'm gone.


But that does not mean I wish an illithid to carry Orpheus' power. Better it lives within you than within it.


Stupid pests. The next person that wakes me dies.


Time to kill the hag - permanently.


You don't know what you're talking about - Mol's a survivor.


I can't work without a blueprint.


Ah! A circus! Can we go?!


*If only you could explain yourself... But this will be settled with violence, not words.*


Eh. Nah!


Sharran magic once imbued this mirror - I can feel it. But it works no more.<br>


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


Welcome, stranger! If you were hoping to get some of the Elfsong's famous plum rhum, too bad - I just drank the last of it!


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


I'll try to restrain myself if you do. Shall we?


I promise you - the gods will <i>never</i> grant us such a blessing, no matter how much we worship and adore them.


I'd like my mom to be here for the burial rites.


Now get outta my way - I need another drink!


Poor lad. I could give ya peace, ya know.


Hope this barrier will hold.


Fantastic work. You're a right master of beasts.


You again. What are you doing?


Gods, you can see right inside it...


Now. Don't move.


Fair enough.


I - no need, madam. Travel the Towers as you see fit.


Your plan is falling apart, lordling. Give me a reason not to cut you to ribbons.


*Whether it's mirth or mending, we've the beverage for you. Bottles for here or to go.*


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


Would my brothers even <i>want</i> to return here? I don't know...


Voco arvina!


I said I <i>don't know</i>. Forget it.


A red dragon? Then githyanki are near! Onward - purification awaits us.


We're rooting out disloyal elements among the problem citizens, all right? Now move along.


Don't worry your pretty head about the Fist, love. I can play them all like a lute.


AKABI HAS TRAVELLED ACROSS THE PLANES - BURNING AND CONQUERING ALL. WIN THE SPOILS OF SUCH CONQUEST!


I c-can't tell you where the grove is, please. If they find out, they'll... they'll kill everyone!


Sure is. We work for Fetcher, handling what you might call pre-owned goods. Talk to Sticky, he'll cut you a deal.


A fake.


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


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


You're right. We can't give in - not now. Thank you.


I'm glad to hear it. But you realise, we can't just tell him we changed our minds.


Need... meat.


I hope we never have to turn to the final page.


From your pocket to mine.<br>


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


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


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


A gruesome display. Someone's idea of art, it seems.


Let's get you moving.


I'd bow, but the Zhentarim prefer to look their business partners in the eye.


If I was back I'd my teahouse, I'd make you a cuppa and tell you to put your feet up. Alas, here I can only tell you to be <i>kind</i> to yourself, petal.


You fight harder than ever now that you have a lover to protect from harm, Lae'zel.


Something over there.


In fact, I bet we'll even get there first.


*Lae'zel's words sound final. Any move to assimilate Orpheus could provoke her to attack.*


Burrow deep into their entrails, little hamster!


We know how this story truly ends. With the death of the prince, and a throne left unchallenged.


Plus, Cazador could search for a thousand years and never find me there.


Hold on, Jaheira. I think I know this one.


<i>There's no time to waste.</i>


Good luck with the brain, darling.


It's fine. But we're on the right path. I'm right where I need to be - under Lady Shar's gaze.


When I find that godsdamned djinn...


Strange. It looks healthy, but it's stone dead.


Really? That detachment must be so liberating. Who knows what you're capable of?


Nor am I.


Sick. Quite. But on the cusp of a cure:


Explain yourself, illithid, or we will end you.


Here's your cut. Half the spoils, like Brithvar said.


Perhaps what he's saying isn't true. If you're here, surely there has to be some hope.


I tell ya anything, and my life ain't worth a rat's breakfast.


Far be it from me to judge. Blood must still be running a little hot after everything.


Very well.<br>


Hang on. If we play this right, we might be able to stop this before it starts.


My eyes!


<i>Aithyas!</i> Teela, to me.


Karlach. Darling. How good to see you.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>var3


<i>Curious. I appear to have left them elsewhere in the Lodge.</i>


All in its own time, the Sharran-who-wasn't.


From what I've seen, your talents extend well beyond magic. Trust me - you'll be fine.


I won't risk you too, love. We'll find another way.


*You picked a fight. The consequences are hardly surprising.*


A genuine pleasure. I'm in your debt - as is my patron. My <i>betrothed</i>, I should say.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


I don't have time for this. That pile of junk is done interrogating innocent citizens.


Not even a whiff of curse in here. It's nice to breathe easy.


Why do you invite archers to give you a feathered tail?


--gather-
     -prepare--
        ---become----


At the ready!


Elturel...


I've got you.


I can't sit here until the end of bloody time.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


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


Better pick my next target wisely.


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


So we're going to meet Voss in the city, are we? Set the tenant of the Prism free? This is all very... I don't know. I like a good caper, but I'd long for a tiny bit of status quo now and again.


Let's see what this does.


Spectators don't normally possess the ability to petrify. Something's not adding up.


Free for the taking.<br>


This must have been quite a view, once.


You really don't want to make me angry.


The bark is in place. Now what?


A religion. Or a cult. All influenced by their Absolute.


I'm talking.


Lathander's got no love for ravening undead, does he?


I know you're there, Godey. Stop skulking and show yourself.


No traps, please.


Yes. Menzoberranzan rules. If we're found, we die.


Taking position!


You will offer your services to the tieflings' leader - Zevlor, he's called. And you will guide the outlanders out of the grove.


A scrying eye. Better keep any mischief out of its view.


I'm burnt out!


I've been trying to summon the courage to ask for Captain Grisly. I'll get there... eventually.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Just in case.


Holy hells. <i>Under-dwarf.</i>


Come on, get up.


Vos curo!<br>v3


Something about that blade seems familiar...


Doesn't look like you're showering yourself in glory so far, bumbling around down here.


I see something - they're coming!


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Can't do it without you.


Sniff<br>var 2


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Fie!


We face a threat capable of eradicating this city - capable of eradicating <i>us</i> with a thought.


Odd.


*You focus on the source of the power, but it is quiet and still. You can only watch as the Steel Watcher raises its leg.*


Using a five finger discount.


You are looking at Lorroakan's newest apprentice.


I expect to be made True Soul myself by the time the fighting's done. Watch me.


Shovel is bored. Shovel wants to MURDERISE.


Let there be no doubt: I have marked you, as you have me. In time, we might brazenly bare our marks.


My friend here can vouch for me. For how <i>seriously</i> I took our marriage.


Drink?


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


Nice shot. Hope that hatchet-faced fella is ok.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


But her skin will make a pretty-pretty tapestry.


Finally. I can <i>think</i> again.


The hierarchy of command is not yet clear, child. Can you be sure the illithids are in control?


Closed Mouth Effort v8


I don't have to do <i>anything.</i>


The sussur tree's native to the Underdark, if my teachings were correct.


*A sharp pain shoots through your arm as the bone pops out of place. The chains hold tight.*


Then we've nothing more to talk about.


And Minsc?


What're you playing at?


Killed without a mark. Who the hells does she serve?


Seeing as I ain't getting paid soon, I need all the coin I can bloody get.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


*Ketheric lost his daughter, but the bastard knows why you <i>lost everything</i>.*


If they will not see sense, then bleed them dry!


What's this? A heretic in our midst? Your death, in the Dread Lord's name.


The means to do so was within our grasp - and you refused it.


You utter brat. You're going to burn this place down!


You will realise, soon, how little you need her. Or you will die, mourning a loss that has no meaning.


Fear not, Karlach. Sun, moon and stars will still be there waiting for us.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


Aww magic peoples gets the best stuff. <i>Fine.</i>


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


We are in the midst of a battle against a being that can kill worlds with a thought, and we are still standing.


Victory v2


Do you harass every old woman you meet?


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. An old druid ritual - I'd best ask Jaheira about it.


A foot, smeared with paint... among other things. This must belong to Dribbles.


Here's all I've found. The duke was paralysed by poison, Absolutist symbol scrawled on the floor in blood. Hand removed pre-mortem.


This is love. I am sure.


Hope the forge is close by - I'm sweating from the heat.


Let's get out of here before we stop to chat.


A stroke of fortune.


Typical. Suppose I'll help.<br>


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


What if this is my chance? I'd be a fool not to take it...


No need to thank me - this is out of pure necessity - pure <i>desperation</i>, in fact.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Then go read a book, or pray to your god of choice - just leave me alone.


Hey - what's wrong? You look spooked.


Of course - as the spider invites the fly. You need something, I expect. And she sensed it.


Absolute's taken a shine to us, clan. But She won't wait forever.


Effort v11


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


To be honest, I'm kind of shocked you chose me. Of everyone with a great big question mark over their future, mine is the biggest and most questionable.


One excepted, of course. We made a bargain, sweet stuff - and I've come to collect.


Oh, my hand slipped.


*A fleshy carapace, securely sealed. It emits a noiseless hum that makes your tadpole shiver.*


Of course. Didn't mean to hold out on you, True Soul.


I thought as much. You moaned like a dragon thrice-struck with a broadsword.


Hmm, a pixie. A rather quaint little find.


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


Gondians, mostly. Collateral to keep those working in the Steel Watch Foundry under control.


That's odd. The flame won't go out.


These cells won't stay empty for long. There are still so many who defy the Absolute.


*It seems that you are very welcome to try.*<br>


Duke Ravengard is more than our leader, he's<i> family.</i> I can't believe one of us would betray him.


No way to ignite these. Strange.


Spare me your thanks, <i>Hshar'lak</i>.


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


Another aviary, you say? Well, that does sound quite interesting. The brood here <i>is </i>getting a little thin.


I - I know that corpse. Arabella's father.


*Caught in the act. Your touch isn't as light as you'd hoped.*


*Volo carefully withdraws the needle from your eye. Then, reaching into his bag, he produces an ice pick.*


Very well, though they hardly deserve it.


*You notice something odd on the fallen soldier - a faint glow about the face, like an aura fast-fading.*


Nature cares little for nobility - it is pure artifice - but I can still respect your achievement, Wyll. You shall be a fine Duke, I am sure.


Hells - not a lick of damage! What am I missing?


Attack<br>var 3


Should have worn better boots.<br>


My! A scholar after my own heart. Spent much time among goblins?


What are you doing? <i>Fight. </i>Fight!


Yeah, well, Gruumsh didn't risk his neck to save me - you did.


And people complain about the <i>Steel Watch </i>taking up resources.


*Wanted: 'The Stone Man' - leader of a dangerous criminal enterprise. Reported to travel with a mouse.*


Hm - the place is remarkably well-kept, as underground lairs go.


Not a clue. Just keep doing what we were doing, I guess.


Is someone... singing?


Father was false! I am false! <i>Everything is false!</i>


Secreti umbrarum!


Looks like that hurt.


Good pet.


This place reeks of death.


Horror... True horror...


Aw, precious baby. Loves to bleed you - yes. Turn your corpse into sponge. Lots of holes. <i>Yes.</i>


You have fallen prey to its manipulation.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


It's planting spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


Fine. Spill what you want, True Soul, before I choke on your stench.


Lass! No!


Oh the... conversations... we could... have had...


If it can strike us like that, we're close. Almost close enough to strike back.


Nothing. Merely an observation.


Tonitrus!


I don't think I'll ever look at an ox quite the same.


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


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Dodge


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


Let them come. We will rip them from top to tail.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


When I find sister, I will ask her if you can join our game. She's the oldest.


Not exactly. But you answered my question.


This was meant to be a simple operation - I arrive, those pack animals clear the debris, and I walk into the temple.


No wonder, if they're leaping from hyenas left and right.


It's broken, but not too badly.


At the ready.<br>


I wonder who will take charge now that Gortash is gone.


Buff


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


You're meant to go to the Iron Throne, and I'm the King of the Sword Coast.


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Queen's blessing upon you.


Free me  - lay a hand upon me in friendship. I will <i>end </i>him - and I will lay your path at your feet. Then, you must walk it.


*Picking a lock in front of a guard wasn't your best idea. But it might be your last.*


You haven't changed one bit, have you? I hope you remember it all, in the end. I want you to know how much of a failure you truly are.


And it's when you think 'agog' is an impressive word that I remember you're just a child.


Viam sapientiae!


Let's get you free.


Wulbren's gone... We will avenge him. We will uphold the cause!


An idol of Lady Shar. It's beautiful... Curious that I found it. Not the first sign of the Dark Lady's power that I've encountered.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Drunk <br>V3


Ahaha! So life-like!


Rise, or don't. I care not.


Thought I would've noticed some explosive teddy bears lying around - guess not. Well done, I suppose.


I don't like the look of this thing. Its 'cure' could be a metal bolt punched through your skull.


Shout


Let nature guide every step.


Don't get used to it. One taste of regal power might have you craving more.


Exactly! They've never had time to <i>be</i> kids. And who knows when they'll get a chance again...


The great dragon lies beyond. He must be freed.


Effort v5


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


Does this count as adventuring?


I did not sleep. I did not snore. It was a battle-trance.


Let's try to avoid any more punching - we need to find a healer.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Ververo!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


The Grand Design ends today!


So be it. Follow the needle of your own wisdom. We shall see how truly it leads you.


Be quick about it too.


We've heard the same ones, I bet. A fistful of fire that can turn cities to dust.


Abandon the master? At his moment of triumph?


Please - continue to believe in me. I want to show you the wizard I am capable of being, rather than the poor excuse for a man who's kept you company thus far.


In case little weasels like you come sniffing around.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


Around here silence is golden mate. Best remember that. Now, what can I get you?


Weak


Today: 'Murder at Lathander's Feet! Head Priest Killed!' Investigator Valeria is on the case!


A friend in need.


Adventurous.


<i>And we. Do not. Serve</i>.


Stars and moons like that dwarf's poem said. And these plates can be turned.


When we return to the surface, there is no telling what carnage the brain will have wrought. We must be ready for all-out war.


You have beaten me, True Soul. But the gods beat me first.


To the Hells with you devil - and may you forever burn.


I will not mince words.


Six months? It can be done. A long life well lived will soon render it but a fleeting memory.


Veiled in shadow.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


I don't care for fish. Red meat - now that's a different matter. Rare as can be... dripping.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Another brain.


Closer... I need to get closer!


The guards! Get the guards!


Heh. Here, your coin - were only a joke! Heh, <i>rules.</i>


And I do not need lectures on responsibility from somebody who does not know their own mind.


Of course - he offered the clearest solution to our problem. All I have to do is find the right place and time, close my eyes, and let go...


Too dark to tell.


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


Video veritatem!


Sooner or later, other outsiders will bring trouble to the grove.


Whatever it is, the Absolute has a powerful hold over them.


Be whole!


That egg's the key to proving my genetic morality theory! Hand it over - but gently.


Indeed you are. Look at you - cold-blooded as ever.


Fighter... Blade of the Undying Queen...


Nothing, no not a thing! Still gasping and gagging on the foul airs of Bhaal's temple.


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


What's up for discussion?<br>


Mm. You have given in.


Bombs away!


Nothing.


How does this <i>pastry</i> taste worse the second time?


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


And so we should swoon and offer a kiss, abomination? I would not even know where to plant it.


Proper nice that swamp was.


I need to get out of here!


The goblin could prove useful. If she causes problems, tear her open.


*The box is inscribed with unfamiliar glyphs.*


A Githyanki piece. The Sharrans must have studied this while seeking the Astral Prism.


This is gonna be a rush.


I will wring his neck until he's dead.


I do miss your pretty face, though.


Have you known me to joke?


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


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


Oh, but do keep calling her 'flower'. She'll love that.


Phew. This place is... heavy.


We did what we did. Let's just see this through to the end.


Prayers, charms, battle cries - the Harpers' work. They were primed for combat.


Don't <i>linger</i>. Whatever you're doing, get on with it.


Baelen! There you are.


The same Astarion that came in the night with his wretched siblings and stole away my tribe's children.


If you've had a smooth experience here today, saer - maybe pass it on upstairs? Bit worried they'll replace us with the Steel Watch, heh.


Art thou certain?


I'd like room for animals. Lots of them - all shapes and sizes, so long as they appreciate a warm fire and more affection than they know what to do with.


Te curo!<br>v3


So what if Raphael's a devil? Means he's got the power to keep his promise.


Looks like a hospital.


Did that artist really paint all those things?


This must be the forge. What a sight to behold.


(We should open up - it's the quickest way out.)


Laughter Maniacal


Why do you say this? Only the shadows would name the sun a tyrant.


We will empty this place and begin the march. You may catch up with the army once you've retrieved the weapon.


Many... so many... legions o' goblins... an' more... serving... the Absolute...


How thoughtful. And where did you find this friend?


He is below.


Ah, forgive me, Jaheira. But it is just so good to be together again!


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Closed Mouth Effort v8


You wound me!


It is unwise to irritate someone who can <i>command the Weave.</i>


Dark Justiciar uniforms... these were Shar worshippers - her most elite warriors. Curious.


I can take what I please.


I can do whatever I please - he's <i>my </i>dog. Now get out - this is a private yard.


It's suddenly obvious. I do as I'm told, don't I. Don't I? Or...


It's functional. That will have to do.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


It is the very least of Queen Vlaakith's deceptions.


Awh... boooring.


Vae victis!<br>v2


The Moonmaiden Isobel... she is all but alone now... I have been watching her.


I should send you back to the fish pits, Oyster Boy.


And I'd even let you.


Aw, don't worry. Big Liar's just pulling your leg.


Well, hello. Looking for a cuddle?


Perhaps, but words alone are not enough...


I don't hear any voices...


Effort v11


*Silver swords stained with shimmering <i>ghaik</i> blood - a comforting notion. Your queen is eternal and your people untouchable.*


You're here on a different matter, I suspect?


Return Thrumbo's body to me, and I will see that you are suitably compensated.


Yes, Boo, I think this Chosen <i>does</i> have too much time on her hands.


I have plenty of time, now I'm the only one hunting for the forge. Or... <i>almost </i>the only one.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


With pleasure.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


Very well. A little longer won't hurt... Actually, it might, but I shall try all the same.


...My, they are letting all sorts become a True Soul these days.


Ugh.


I've good mind to march up there and speak to Lorroakan myself.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Oh that's easy. During year two of my fabulous adventure in celibacy in Avernus, I once got so, erm, <i>pent up</i>, I burnt down my field tent.


We should hurry to the Inquisitor.


*Lae'zel has been ostracised by her queen. Why should she not feel bitter?*


PainTeeth<br>var 2


Attack Critical<br>


*He claims his ambition is to unite the Hells. But can he be trusted to stop there? Do you trust him more than you trust the Emperor?*


We can't pursue them until daybreak - we'd be at too much of a disadvantage.


Corpora sana!


Hah! Oh, you do make me laugh.


Ketheric Thorm at the helm of a Sharran army. Volo himself couldn't have written a better twist.


This man served Lady Shar in secret, and taught me his skills. He is in her embrace now.


Looks like the goblins found her.


Your kind happened!


You want Nere, you claw him out. My drinking hand's busy.


Just this once.


No, Boo! It was not <i>'something I ate'.</i>


The things <i>we</i> have done, True Soul.


Scarlet.


I know this is all unreal, but I created it for you. You must know that you're... That you're very special to me.


Fine - no date. But let's say we grab another one here for the road - my treat?


Make Auntie give him back! Make her give me back <i>my baby</i>.


<i>Drugnin' </i>shithead - like hell she should!


Do you feel it, Boo? The path of virtue beneath my boots once more! Boo and I - we are in your debt, my friend.


Or - no. Derryth - she's got it. Yes. Right.


Food and drink, followed by murder in Shar's name. Barbaric.


Our warriors must possess strength and skill far superior to any spawned from this putrescent plane.


Nobody belongs entirely to their bloodline, even those fathered by a god.


Te absolvo!


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


You do not. You <i>can't.</i>


Like what, then?


With these killings, the glory of the Bhaalists has risen beyond what we dreamed possible during those dark days.


Appalling. I am glad my memories of the infection are not so clear.


Let's have a look.


Closed Mouth Effort


I hate hide and seek. All right that's not true. But I don't like this vanishing act.


I don't know what to do now.


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


Truthfully, it took more courage to ask for a soft touch than it would to meet the gaze of the Ninefold Dragon.


Someone was exceedingly protective of what was kept in here.


Show you're worthy of serving the Absolute.


*Apparently satisfied, he beckons you with a squeak - follow.*


Ah. You've opened it, I see.


Te adstringo linguam!


Perhaps. But why should I be punished for a mistake I took no part in? The Gondians refuse us, time and time again.


Never mind. Come with me - I must enter the Prism. Vlaakith commanded it.


Ad vitam aeternam!


...yes. I may have something at home!


Prick up your ears, Boo! Something in this tricky tower moved.


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


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


Patience, child. Our Father has much in store for you.


We will end up fodder for some goblin's blade - all because Lia insists on helping every wounded foal we see.


What a strange looking doll.


No explanation required. The loyal soldier serves her queen, and receives rewards undying in return.


You are no longer the same person you once were. You are better.


What a mess.


Ah!


The sooner we leave for Baldur's Gate, the better.


We must find her, before it is too late - to camp, quickly!


I bet we can work out how to open it.


A Flaming Fist? Someone beat her to a pulp.


*After all, the most pressing business lies ahead - in the city itself.*


Think if you respect a turd it'll smell any sweeter? Waste of bloody time.


*No good. The rothé is more agitated than ever.*


Laridda...


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


Vanra! My baby. My sweet girl.


Allow me.


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


Mol says you're dead to us. Go away, dead boy.<br>


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


What do you mean? Think of the things I can offer you! You're not going to say no to that, surely?


<i>Mine is.</i>


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


I didn't realise we had time to read childrens' stories.


Terrific. If I'm ever harangued by a rodent, I'll know who to call for.


Attack Critical<br>var 3


No duergar built this place. They don't have the style.


Does your body force you to blink? To breathe? To piss?


I... We should head back.


Odd statue. Probably cost an arm and a leg - or worse, considering it's Raphael's.


Oh gods, the whole building is collapsing...


Is that Volo?


Fronti nulla fides!


Bloody worthless.


As I said - <i>in due time</i>. First you submit to the Mapping of the Heart - only then can we know what is to be done with you.


Home and hearth, reduced to ruins. The shadow curse stole more than the light from this place.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


*Is he your cousin? Great-uncle? Brother, even? Bhaal's bilious waters are always a little murky.*


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


I'm afraid when one falls in love with an artist, such drama comes with the territory.


Maybe I can help with that. Us True Souls got to look out for one another.


All right, but it's very much your loss.


Fool. Think anyone will miss you if you vanish in a place like this? Let's find out...


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


Looked like he was doin' a pretty good job. If I had to deal with gods and worms in my head, I'd make a deal with anyone.


*The cub seems anxious to leave, but afraid to defy the goblins. They have to be dealt with, one way or another.*


Must be the tadpole.


Those beds look harder than a brig hammock, and twice as full of bugs.


Never wanted the easy path.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


The more weapons we have on show, the less likely anyone'll give us trouble.<br>


So, has anyone in the camp caught your eye?


Though I cannot swear to his condition once my tribe are done with him. Is he known to you?


Another friend of Felogyr? All right. Just remember the top floor's off-limits, password or not.


Aw - these toy bears are adorable.


I'm... I'm sure Beldron can give you something once he's out. Please, just listen.


I can't unlock this from here.


Moonrise has been cleansed - Baldur's Gate is next.


We all have our hungers to sate. Some just happen to hunger for blood.


<i>I can sense its fury, its greed. We're close.</i>


At least this looks sharp.


*The Watcher this brain controls is offline for maintenance. The brain dreams, images of life in a garden cottage in spring.*


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


That should work.


Adults have parents too! Cora said so.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Now leave. I have a battle to return to.


Shout


That sword - you must feel its magic, Gale.


What comes next?


That machine's going blow - and it'll take this whole place with it!<br>


<i>Cockroaches </i>are survivors. Yet I do not congratulate them.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


You'll be free soon enough.


My dumb little stinker. Took you long enough.


And so the idiot ranger raises his weapon against Sarevok once more.


*Apparently you can't put a price on murder.*


Dying Burning


Argh - it's trapped!


*The faintest sensation of approval quickens your heart. A hard-won blessing from your Mistress.*


Thank you - a thousand times, thank you. One last favour? Take this off my hands - it suits you better.


This is no new affliction, is it? To think you'd keep this from me.


<i>In my name.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Combat Vocals - Dying
Ahhhhhhhhhh.....
v2


But all that gold ain't gonna do you any good if you're too cold to spend it.


Where am I? What's going on?


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


I was just thinking the same thing, but less poetically.


Aha! That did it.


Need... visitors.


It is better than sprouting tentacles, I'll give you that.


I understand. Allow me to remember for the both of us - it changed my life for the better.


Why? Was her innocence just an act?


What do you need of me, my Lady?


This idiot wants to fight, lads!


I bleed for you, Nightsinger. Reward me with your embrace.


You festering bubo!


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


Victory v2


A <i>tadpole</i>? Maiden's milk - how could that be?


Effort v5


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


Oculus tempestatis!


You have already chosen a distraction for the night, I see.


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


Dying Burning<br>v5


I have suffered one parasite; I can no longer suffer the other.


What are you... this one's tryin' to control my mind or somethin'!


*First you break the rules, then you lie to get out of trouble. The guards will be hearing of this.*


A list of names... Father Lorgan's on here, crossed off. A target list, perhaps?


Now - what would you ask of me?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


That smug <i>shka'keth</i> of a devil stores it at his vaunted House of Hope. Our destination is clear, our mission undeniable:


It's not so terrible... The smell's rather invigorating, once you're used to it.


YOU'RE MY ONLY FRIEND


Did you do that on purpose?!


Treasure, Boo?! Ah, you are wise - they are priests, not pirates.


That said, I assume you have some questions for me.


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


*Franc Peartree. Our Lady's Traitor. His life now given, gladly taken.*


Here's your cut. I always keep my word.


If I were you, I'd get my arse back to the party before somebody put me to work.


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


Things get more interesting by the moment.


I am called... Fumm...


If you release me from this cell I'll bless you with a faerie spell!


Sussur bark. A rare commodity.


I'm not so lucky. Got to dispel these shadows... somehow...


Mol is gonna be waiting for us at the gates of the city - I know it.


I suppose it's up to me.


<i>To the helm we go. We are going to the helm.</i>


He is rash - but he is not wrong. I will go with him. Gods speed you in the fight to come.


Loviatar herself found your performance<i> inspiring </i>and wishes to bless you.


Let's see if <i>you</i> can hold my interest.


I didn't think we'd survive the goblins. I kept imagining the screams, the blood...


Look, if I don't remain vigilant, <i>something</i> could happen to poor Biscotti. I'd never forgive myself.


Shit. This isn't good.


*Sifting deeper, she sees the mind flayer holding a wriggling tadpole to your eye.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


<i>Chk</i> - such tedium. No blades, no battle cries.


I need to leave this place, to recover. She left scars on me that will never heal.


Cheese from the Dalelands. Or what's left of it.


I am surprised to see you standing. I thought Astarion might have sucked you dry by now.


Surge!


No. Doesn't matter... if his loot's good...


Hang on!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


*Your body aches pleasingly with the memory of past bruises. Perhaps it is the same for her.*


I can't forgive you, either.


If you're wise, you'll withdraw everything and clear out before this army arrives. I'm not taking any chances.


But I know the truth. Only one face haunts your dreams each night. Close your eyes, sweetness, and she will come to you...


I'm not sure what I believe.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


So much blood... Must be where Father Lorgan was slaughtered.<br>


Warded no more. Let's see what this door has to hide.


That which I speak of, as Gale well knows, is neither idle nor false. Rather it is... unnatural.


I provide a personalised service for my customers. To make sure the weapon I choose is the perfect fit.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Voss' next destination was Baldur's Gate. We should check out Sharess' Caress when we get there.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Looks simple enough.


Is that a gem for the altar? Or just a pretty rock?