Looks like a clown's pelvis. Not a sentence I ever thought I'd have to utter, but here we are...


The Neurocitor. I can hear its hum - familiar, yet painful.


How may I serve?


'Welcome to Waukeen's Rest.<br>West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


*Ragzlin's mind reels, then calms. <i>He will speak as you command.</i>*


I remember your heartbeat from before. Quick, light, like a frightened rabbit.


Fine, go ahead. I'll find a way to fish it back out, or get another.


Don't you worry, you were a joy to witness. But perhaps we might try a more intimate style.


From what I can gather from afar, they do seem mighty interesting.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Combat Vocals - Attack
Ah! Agh!
var 3


Indeed you did - I'll make sure the plebs of this city know who they should thank for their continued existence.


No hesitation.


Now what might you be hiding?


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Psst.


I told you to leave. What happens next is your fault.


You! You poisoned us!


All the strength of the lands we healed flows through me. And from me, to you. And whatever company you keep.


Arabella. No. NO.


Let's say I were to trust you. Let's say I knew that voice.


Ready?


Finally. I'm just glad your performance last night was better than your pillow talk.


Handy magic, that. Maybe it'll be of use to us.


Gods...


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


Downstairs is <i>off </i>limits, civvie. Take it up with Ettvard if it bothers you. <br>


Me too. Keep an eye out for any passing vagrants.


Now... now what do I do?


Save yourself the heartbreak, for Zethino knows!


This ritual your spawn-kin spoke of - it seems your master has prepared a homecoming for you, Astarion.


These glyphs look familiar - they were in 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


And so the Grand Harper raises her weapons against Sarevok once more.


PRAISE BOOOAL! PRAISE BOOOAL'S CHOSEN!


A dead drow. Hardly a welcoming sight.


I'd like to be alone, thank you.


This is Lolth's descent into the Underdark. Looks like her drider champions tearing open some mind flayers.


You'd like me to add bribery to your list of extra-legal pursuits? How <i>bold</i>.


What the... you messing with my mind? I won't stand for it!


*After all, Mystra herself was once no more than a mortal wizard. She has no more right than any other. It's time someone else had a go. Someone with more... ambition.*


But Karlach is long gone now. And Wyll fighteth in her name.


It suits you. And better than that, it'll make you immune to the lesser effects of the shadow curse, which will get you closer to the Towers.


Doesn't work.


It's close. Ready yourself.


You must go to Moonrise Towers. That is where the cultists are gathering.


More than I could count.


Your talents have outstripped my expectations.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Your kin will be held accountable for your actions, tieflings. Respect our grove, or face our claws.


Make your move!


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


The Absolute will not win this day.


*You recognise the symbol of the Dark Lady - you know these uniforms.*


*The druids of this grove cleansed the land once.*


If you return at all.


On with you, then.


They burst forth from that creature. I've not seen the likes of it.


You attempted to obliterate my mind for your own gain.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


<i>It's time, isn't it?</i>


Extra Recovered <br>V3


I don't want to talk now. Give me time. A lot of it.


Enough dawdling - come to my inner chambers.


I could close the 'Maid early - but then the bosun will be grumpy. Urgh.


Boo wonders if I should perhaps be carrying you instead.


Incende!


You bloody fool - I told you to leave that alone!


WYLL!


I told ya! I was tryin' to follow orders best I could!


You don't know Gyldro? Gyldro Angleiron? The smith? Really?


And away I go.


*You reach behind you, but the family runs before you can draw your sword - fleeing towards the Risen Road.*


No, my friend. The only thing I ask of you is to allow me by your side on the road ahead. I still owe you a debt, and I intend to pay.


I've come to know a fair few village clerics, but none with the skill to pull these worms from our heads.


Inexpugnabilis!


You didn't do abysmally, I suppose. That's worth something.


<i>He was only a boy. And I just... just froze while the worg tore his head clean off. Never again.</i>


((*and I sense only silence from the duergar hunters - the Rot is cleansed*))


Para bellum!


Dead drow, publicly displayed. The duergar are sending a message.


Perhaps. But perhaps not.


First Druid, and now last druid. Thanks to me.


The crows will be disappointed.


'Aggression'.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Non movere!


Hang on... <i>High Harper </i>Jaheira?! Saviour of Baldur's Gate? Incredible.


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


Come on. There's something I want to show you upstairs.


Death is for <i>other </i>people.


<i>And just like that... just like that... she proved herself right.</i>


*You've been confronted by the victim of a rather aggressive spell. What do you have to say?*


*Doubt casts a shadow on your mind. You've little chance to best Gortash's Steel Watchers.*


Better not be cursed.


Not again.


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


Don't look too far back. We only just met.


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


Don't waste a step.


Vlaakith has reigned unchallenged for millennia. Freeing Orpheus could be the first strike in a new war - as well as its last.


*Your mind still reels from what you have already received from the mirror. You cannot partake again.*


Then I can head to the city and gather allies.


Oh, and ask Wyll how we met - I've loosened his tongue. It's a real cracker of a tale. Ta-ta!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


*You sense it waits for the right words. It requires permission to open.*


Incredible. A light so radiant, not even the curse can dim it.


*The blood in your veins beats to the rhythms of Eilistraee as the Dark Dancer's blessing strums you like a lyre.*


Up to old tricks again, are we?


Do you. How interesting. Now do we have business, or no?


Attack Critical<br>var3


She is ready. I have deemed it so.


Yet other options are hard to come by. We owe the Emperor our lives, at least.


If the shapechanger wants Gortash dead, then let's kill Gortash and get Yenna back.


*This githyanki looks different from the others you've seen here.*


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


This city of stone and steel is an endless scream in nature's womb. I have felt no peace here. Until now.


You honour me, Your Radiance.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


When I succeed, I may look favourably upon you. If you are a friend along the way, that is.


<i>Rocks.</i>


Need any advantage I can get.


Each door named after a wizard of renown. The Annals must be behind Karsus' door.


*What happens next will be by your design, and yours alone.*


Well. Who am I to argue?


Deure!


First, we find a way to free Orpheus from his astral chains. Then, we cleave him from brain to belly.


There's magic keeping this chest sealed; I can feel its aura.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


You festering bubo!


So am I.


I want nothing more.


...My own foolishness does not absolve Minsc of his.


What a lovely invitation, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I intend to kill him, you see?


A pleasure to keep my weapon stayed for once. Go on, the lantern's yours.


There is only one reason why you should set your ambitions on such an item - to offer it over to Mystra as a token of your loyalty. Perhaps then she would overlook your earlier failings.


Breathe deep, and move.


Alas - not so much as a nibble.


I'd never think us allies, oathbreaker. Perish the thought - and the devil too, if you'd be so kind.


Smoke. Something's burning.


I was a fool to trust you. For the last time. Harpers! There's a traitor among us.


Olodan, strike. We take this grove for the shadows!


Shadowheart's search is concluded. The Nightsinger may inflict pain upon her, but never her will.


There is no wise use of the Hells' powers.


I have heard quite <i>enough</i>.


Who knows - with your help, might be we can even make a fight of it.


Make no mistake, that was always your fate. But I had hoped to make it painless.


At least there's no skeletons this time.


Once the washing is finished, you can play all you like.


Who takes a damn key? Dirty thieves, that's who.


Non movere!


What I wouldn't give for some respite.


I believe if you find this entrance, you'll discover a route that leads to Moonrise Towers, bypassing the worst of the shadow curse.


Moonrise? We're closing in on the Towers. And the curse...


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


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


One horn? Then you mean Karlach. Archdevil's bootlicker.


My Chosen. My Slayer. Violence incarnate. You will become a testament in blood.


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Gods... that sounds like <i>heaven.</i>


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


Needed here more than anywhere. This place is thick with Shar's curse. Can't be easy for our Lady to penetrate, but she finds a way.


Besides, I find it gives one an air of mystique. No one's more intriguing than a woman with one eye.


*Etched on its face is an image of the dawning sun.*


I've never seen such a fearless display of sheer idiocy. Bravo!


What is a hero, if not an actor for the greater good?


Of course, Dread Brother.


Are you incapable?


The light means that Ketheric will be gone soon, right? It is! I can tell by your face!


Father said I lacked a conscience. He said I was a nasty, evil thing, but he could make me good. He cured me.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


A vampire! Damn, Astarion!


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Selûnite graves. Shar's darkness snuffed out their lights.


An <i>interloper</i>? How did you get in here?


Let them have their baubles if they must. That the bones are left to rest is what matters to me.


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


Effort v10


*You quickly establish your innocence. Clearly this wasn't your doing.*<br>


We went through all that trouble to get inside, and now Gortash invites us to see him?


My orders come directly from the General. By all means, go to the rooftop and explain to him why you ignored them.


By Vlaakith, that is no mere fire elemental - it drips with <i>lava.</i>


How about you stop making messes? Grab a cane and whip these beasts into shape.


I can't see any way to disarm it.


*Using the cipher you found, you might be able to reveal the disc's meaning.*


Journals, marking Shadowheart's 'progress'. The girl may be permitted to forget her trials, but Viconia did not.


I reckon the sister's in trouble. We need to pay Ethel a visit.


Lux in tenebra!


That's it - you're done for now.


As for me, I'm going to drink until I know I won't hear you grunting in the bushes.


Ah, cries for help... I must be home.


It's lovely...


Let's get out of here!


Victory<br>


Umbrae!


Then why are you even here? Damn it.


And if I must do so alone, so be it.


Wherever this 'House of Hope' is, we need to go there <i>immediately</i> and destroy that contract. We must speak with Helsik - she's the only one who can show us the way.


Mors tua, vita mea!


May the gods take you first.


You have chosen non-compliance. Your next of kin will be notified of your offence and elimination.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


*In its horror, the Blood War unites you. Tiefling, dwarf and elf alike huddle behind the shields of your paladin order, waiting for salvation. But when it comes... disunity.*


This wasn't supposed to happen. It should have been easy...


There we have our answer. But we might as well hear it from you.


I must leave this, for now.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Oi!


This should burn going down.


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


Ah, well, it's too late for that now, isn't it, dear?


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


We hunger, True Soul. The Absolute promised us a feast of corpses, and still we starve!


*The Lodge. Meeting house of The Society of Brilliance.*


Now, to get through the maze without being seen or setting off any traps. Easy.


<i>Bargaining</i>, are you? A Kara-Tur warlord once tried the same - I made him watch as I ate his concubines and young, then fashioned a codpiece from his skull.


Well? What are you waiting for? You've a bloody conspiracy to solve - <i>move!</i>


And I <i>just</i> want to see what Manip Nestor has to say to you. Come on - with me.


You think my mind so flaccid? I will crack your bones and suck their marrow!


No use. It's blocked.


Then you'll understand why we must leave at once.


My business is slinging tankards, not hoarding secrets. I'd like to keep it that way.


Squished the mutineers flat. What I like to see.


Ah, the traditional Baldur's Gate welcome. I wonder what time they serve breakfast.


You've my gratitude for helping with the gnolls - but that ain't yours.


<i>Imagine - some of that could be in your grasp. Not enough to warp your appearance beyond recognition, but just enough to enhance your potential. </i>


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


Yet this is just one step towards githyanki freedom.


Most pleasant, in fact. Most welcome.


You face her already.


Ethel again? I was hoping she'd found some remote bog to rot in.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Unless I hide away from the world, I can't avoid it. So I'd rather face it head on - with you.


Truce?


The gazette can blow all the smoke up you that it likes - don't mean I have to care.


It's just a bridge. Is it really worth all that ire?


Come on. Up!


<i>Collateral. A threat to ensure Gortash's Steel Watch grip remains tight on the city.</i>


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


You close yourself to me, child? Such delightful hubris. The nation is stronger for it.


Best help before it gets worse.


Run! Rugan's friend set off the traps!


But nothing to worry about... right?


No. This is how it must be...


Show me myself through your eyes - let me see what I am to you.


Lucky I'm here.


But you - we see you. We know you by your true name... MAHKLOOMPAH!


Stay with me.


But you... you I'll remember. Have a fine evening, dear.


What are you waiting for? Help me!


A steady hand is needed.


No. I think the Hammer shall stay exactly where it is.


Effort v10


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Gith. Ch'mar, zal'a Gith. Ch'mar, zal'a Gith.</i>


Yes, yes, I'm back, and would you look at me? Am I not <i>glowing? </i>I've decided I'm ready for the ultimate joy.


*The <i>zaith'isk</i>'s psionic forces batter Lae'zel's thoughts. There is no chance she will survive this unscathed.*


Empty. Vacant. Unfilled. And so forth.


Jatlo is acting strange. Kled hopes he is all right.


Do not worry - it is of an earthly nature. It regards a conduit of mine, Thrumbo, who has recently deserted his duties.


Like this?


Dunno why you get to skip the line but go on, then.


May the gods take you first.


He... he kissed... <i>them</i>?


Dark. Pretentious. Shar's temples leave <i>nothing</i> to the imagination.


Ahh, smell that? Fresh forest air.


They <i>do</i> seem a bit short-handed.


Hear that? All I need is a second bit of infernal metal, and I'm cured!


Your saviour is here.


Gods, it's you! I'm sorry for thieving ya Mr Stone Lord, sir. I'll never do it again, don't hurt me!


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Effort v5


So would I. And I hope we can find some place for love in our new - whatever this is.


Best be careful.


<i>Swear it.</i>


Sounds like the mastiffs are still here, beyond the light.


<i>Eugh.</i> Boo has nibbled his share of enemy innards, but to display them so... it is a little much.


I can't <i>wait</i> to get moving.


Chk. Fine - let the ghustil carry out your fate.


Hm...


If it were my problem, I'd do something about it. Instead they've stuck me guarding this door while they squabble over the donations.


It seems that Wyll's determined to remain the Blade of Frontiers. I suppose he's truly earned the moniker, now.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Yes, it's all gone rather tits up, hasn't it? To think that happiness was just a few days ago...


Not an accusation - an observation, based on a thorough knowledge of your kind. And I note that your retort was not a denial.


Of course not. But perhaps, after enough lifetimes, I might make a start of it.


Your saviour is here.


Attack<br>var 3


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


I'm mildly impressed by your ingenuity, or is it blind luck?


But it's hard, because it means goodbye to our family's farm. Korson will never work those fields.


A new face. How wonderful. Always good to see fresh interest in the arts.


He's gone. A tragic loss - once slayed by his friend's hand, now by mine.


I want to have a word.


*The parasite in your mind quiets, pleased with itself.*


Sounds more like a challenge than advice. Keep an eye on your pack.


Didst truly believe thy ploy would succeed? Didst believe I would not notice?


East... west... blood is blessed...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


Did you think I was going to let you have all the fun? Mol looks out for her friends, and she'll have your back. Trust me.


Some bloody help.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


But who knows. You will have to take it upon yourself to go there and find out.


I know what you did to me. I see the memory of it, right there in your head.


Glacies!


Recovered <br>V4


Too wet. Too cold. No fun. Begone!


See, Master Meztli, <i>surely </i>you can't turn away a prospective customer.


Come on.


Hmm - only one serving for me, I guess.


They wanted tieflings out. They got their wish.


Oh, Master, Master, MASTER! You have come home to your royal dwelling!


Not now - I need a moment.


Allow me to assist.


What? You're disgusting.


If you are going to stare, kindly do it elsewhere. As I said - you are free to roam where you wish, but do not speak to the prisoners.


If you insist.


He's not wrong. There's always going to be a part of him in me.


Damn it. That tells me <i>nothing</i>!


I wouldn't debase myself so much.


Mr Dekarios! There you are!


My brothers? You saw them?


Bloody maniac!


Forward! It is not here that the battle will be won!


Ah! That - that was amazing.


We should speak to the innkeeper - sleep indoors for a change. Really live it up.


I... was... close... my hand... around... her throat...


This is chaos. Need to find a way through.


<i>Hmmm - </i>away. I dream of two-legs. <i>Hmmmmmmmm.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v7


A little help from my hamster.


Voco murus!<br>v2


Raphael hears everything you say.


You cannot be here - it is forbidden.


Hmm. Seems like this flame doesn't want to be snuffed.


Ubi es?


I think not. That is for me and my darling to share.


<i>It is time we resume our journey to find it. </i>


Dying Burning


Enough. A githyanki crèche must be near; its <i>ghustil</i> has the means to cleanse us.


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


I don't suppose you've, er, stumbled across those letters yet?


Hey, you're back. Here to trade?


Bloodied ring... Guess the killer didn't want jewellery.


Good to see you still standing. Ready to figure out what that critter in your head is doing?


An answer to our prayers!


<i>Relax your mind. I will show him.</i>


Go on, get out of my post house. We're closed.


I'm sure they'd last another while without us. But if you insist...


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


Orin changes shape faster than you and I change clothes. You know. She's tricked you before.


Out of harm's way.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


I cannot presume to know your parents, or what they suffered - but I know that they were proud, in the end.


Do mind your manners.


Another one? These gems must have some special purpose.


You will love every beast in the Hells, under my command. What a brilliant future awaits you!


Elf jewellery. <i>Royal </i>jewellery in fact, from Suldanessellar, I believe. A curious find.


Ah. Well... we had best not keep her waiting. Perhaps she will have mercy on Boo.


You were made to serve. Do not fight your nature.


I am afraid that I cannot take you back to Mephistopheles' vaults. That place is now locked tighter than Lord Mammon's coinpurse.


Wyll's a good man. He may actually be a tried-and-true storybook hero.


It is done.


Just a bit of slag - but that <i>glimmer</i>. A touch of adamantine, I daresay.


And lest we forget, we've a devil to rescue. Two missions, one destination.


*You'll be waiting.*


Illithid... one of... many...


Effort v6


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


He said he was Flaming Fist - that we had to empty our pockets if we wanted to enter the city. We didn't know it was a scam!


Unfinished business, and a lifetime of regret to repair.


I saw. I saw their bodies, too. Your doing, I take it.


He'd have betrayed the Circle. Same as the duergar - coward.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


Oh, but we couldn't accept your money for nothing -


Effort v7


*The corpse does not stir. It will answer no more questions.*


*You read aloud the words on the scroll.*


Our goal is clear, is it not? We defeat the remaining Chosen and the elder brain they control.


Might as well.


Dear me - I've overestimated you.


A 'weapon' huh. Sounds like it might be the artefact.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


What? N-no! We didn't do anything! Me and Mattis and Mol, we just...


...or die... it'll leave...


Qudenos - to the sky!


Follow the tunnels to the Underdark. You'll be... well, not 'safe' there, but in less peril.


Looks like that hurt.


Dodge
v2


Voco arvina!<br>v3


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Know that I love them best.


If that were true, you wouldn't have been feeding in our camp!


Let that be our backup plan's backup plan. We need you, beardy. Un-exploded.


There's a glint in your eye, Mr Dekarios. Explain.


Gaudy thing. Maybe it can be sold for something more useful.


Both turned out masterpieces, more's the pity. Not a stray brushstroke between them.


You will not fall, warlock. And if you do, Minsc shall simply pick you up again. What - do you doubt us in this final hour?


I hate to say it, but if Karlach wants to do this, perhaps you should let her?


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


Dying Burning<br>v5


No. Thank you.


Ungh. Think yer right.


You'll meet my master soon, and have a chance to show your gratitude.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


A cave. I mislike this stone sky - too easy for quarry to hide.


I've got more where that came from. Real cheap, too. Interested?


But... my research. You have to take the potion. It will change everything. You'll see.


I know. I've heard them screaming for you.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Expello te!<br>v3


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


In my world - in my HOUSE - there is order, and there are rules. You have broken the most important rule of all, and committed the cardinal sin.


At last! How foul it was to have hag in the head.


We'll prove him wrong.


It's time we had a talk with her, don't you think?


Tu es nihil!


Perhaps Bareki will find me again. His jokes were much better than Cousin's.


Selûnite symbols. They're just like the dwarf's poem described.<br>


Effort v6


A bronze dragon, to be precise. He sleeps beneath us even now, awaiting a hero to rouse him.


<i>Chk. </i>I've no need for friends.


It's been mostly drained, but even now contains a powerful dose of Shadow Weave.


Magis amica veritas!


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


We shall see how well your faith persists.


*Another vision. You see a clawed hand open a holding pod...*


Voco potentia!


Suppose I'll lend a hand.


Whoa. What made grooves like that?


Dying


If what you say were true, you'd <i>be </i>a mind flayer by now.


Your flesh shall mend.


I shall not rest.


Para bellum!


And where do your loyalties lie? Not to the Absolute.


Canto te!


Still stuck fast by some mechanism.


Vicious filth. Best keep some distance, or this'll be a short fight...


*Lae'zel's touch is unusually gentle. Her fingers lightly graze your bruises and wipe away your sweat.*


Even I can feel the magic coming off this trinket. Have a look, Gale.


That's a rather jaunty hat lying in the mud there - and a sword too. Someone must have been in quite the hurry to get out of this swamp.<br>


Better to act swiftly than stand around and wonder.


Especially if you don't have a brand. Ought to see to that... all due respect.


Mortem tuum sum!


Frange! v2


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


You want father's personal mysterious - (secret) - secret. No, not, never!


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


So, Orin's a shapeshifter. That should make things interesting.


An unusual item. Where does it fit?


Evanesco!


It is no small thing to be a god's Chosen. Whatever life you once claimed to lead, it only follows from now on. Where Bhaal leads, you will be forced to go.


I used to work as a courtesan back home, and my sister as an artisanal masseuse, but men are treated like dogs by the Underdark's matriarchs, so we fled.


Persistent, aren't you? Under different circumstances, I'm sure we'd get on quite well.


Yes, all right.


I'm annoyed by it. And I admire you for it.


Why? You vicious creature!


<i>Then you must become a mind flayer. It is the only way. </i>


Don't mind me.


You'll need to bleed and carve this city if you want to turn him to grave meat. He shivers at the thought.


Let us see what this does...


Not one false move.


Muddy bootprints. Every corner of this city is filthy.


You sent from Moonrise, drow? 'Cos otherwise, I'll have to cut ya.


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


I AM BEING BOILED ALIVE AND FILLED WITH A THOUSAND PINS


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


'Specially since mum and pops - After Zevlor - When he -


I've had three.


But you should leave it to the professionals. It's not healthy for civilians to see scenes of such a sensitive nature.


An unfortunate place to die - if there's such a thing as a fortunate one.


Argh, that's hot!


I'm not an idiot. It has to be those tentacled monsters. Something they did...


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


I'll keep an eye on the kids, don't you worry.


'Sides, it's hardly ever I meet another with scales as lovely as mine. You're the kind of gorgeous I dreamed of nesting with as a girl.


Dying Burning


*The flames cool, dispelled as the image you know emerges again: blood and darkness.*<br>


Invoco te!<br>v3


Everyone here is mad - even you, especially me - and that makes them dangerous. But it also makes them stupid.


Quiet but uneasy. Even in the Moonmaiden's refuge, the curse feels close at hand.


A fallen warrior of my people. A crèche must be close.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


You want answers, you pay. Just like everyone else. Mammon is nothing if not egalitarian.


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Drunk


I question the wisdom of that decision.


But still - I would hear what <i>you</i> have to say on the matter, my friend.


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


You are neither. So tell me true - what is your purpose here?


*Somewhere in these shadow-cursed lands lies a power great enough that Mystra dare not speak its true name.*


Mystra is aware of the misadventures that have befallen you both. She knows of your strife with the Absolute, that most insidious of evils.


Believe me, these guys are anything but holy knights. They serve an archdevil; the same one I -


Omnia mutantur!


That's more than fair. Thank you for helping us when most wouldn't.


Seems like a good moment to talk.


We need to keep our guard up - those brigands got too close to use for my liking.


Then let us expose the truth through action.


Careful. I bite.


Got 'em - over here!


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


I have to admit, I don't love sitting down for a chat with people who've relentlessly hunted me.


These goblins have blood on their minds. I am leaving - I suggest you do the same.


Pigeon feathers. Maybe from one of the postmaster's birds.


The Fists don't swagger so much without their steel muscle to back them up.


It's a free party. But I won't lie, that's... concerning.


*It has heard the howls of slaughtered goblins.*


Paladins, ho! Tonight we decorate our hall with this devil's last horn.


No opening this with that lock still on it.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


<i>We're very close now.</i>


Step, parry, step-and-<i>swing!</i> Yes!


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


And the... other person with you - they enjoyed it?


What the hells happened to the door?


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


-- You know us - absolute WILL --- Absolute power ---


Then please - hurry!


Hmm. Tastes like dwarf.


You again? I hope we won't repeat the previous unpleasantness.


Mizora... Zariel's servant...


Quickly now.


*Your words are snatched away in the tempest of the parasite's power as it activates the Steel Watcher.*


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Aridissimus!


The long centuries of pain and suffering must be making me sentimental.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


I should speak up.


One thing - take care to the west. This new god has a tight grip on Moonrise Towers.


Right from the flames. By Vlaakith, I will be your end!


You exhaust me. Compassion is <i>not</i> a virtue.


Excuse me - where do you think you're going? You'll need to take the potion here, please!


Circles and the celestial. It's the seal from that journal.


Forged with Selûne's blessing. Yes, I can most certainly use this!


Farlin's dead - run!


We never should've come here - we should've kept going and taken our chances with the Absolute.


It seems I was right to put my faith in you after all. Thank you.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Just looking.


Let's remedy that, shall we?


Dying Burning<br>v4


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Figaro... of the... Beregost Pennygoods...


Heave ho!


Something's amiss. Shadowheart - what happened? Why did you vanish like that?


All I remember is, 'Down the stairs, across the sand. Down the stairs, across the sand.'


They've got him. They're taking Astarion back to Cazador.


It seems the Blade of Frontiers' legend will only grow from here.


An unseen hand at my throat, another squeezing my lungs. We're not welcome here.


Horrible little thing. She'd better not forget this.


I just wanna go home.


I haven't finished a song since Lihala died. Haven't played at all, if I'm honest.


*The wind softly rustles the flower petals. Somehow, the grave feels whole again.*


<i>Behold, the paintings tell the tale. My judgement is rendered; the thief earns his due.</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Sounds good to me.


*She will be executed by the light of tomorrow's sun.*


Let's honour them each and all - but preferably with a drink in hand.<br>


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Get that damn gate closed!


I feel it too. Losing energy... losing focus...


All filled up.


Demento te!<br>v3


Damn it. Ain't but one way we're dealing with this shit.


Never listen to your second thoughts. They always spoil the fun.


Someone's got to look after Derryth.


Boo will hold his nose and help.


A bloody leg. From a bloody awful clown, no doubt.


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


Very well. Let us see how long thy understanding takes.


*You notice a pin on the man's chest, identical to the one you found in Grymforge. He is a Harper.*


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


The Githyanki Empire is stronger with a free people. What use is a mighty dragon if you've severed its wings?


Frange! v2


My skellies will take <i>forever </i>to clean this place up...


You called me so many sweet things. My name sounded like a lyric on your tongue.


Heard about what happened with Marcus. Guess you really aren't like the rest of 'em. Strange bloody times.


They're with the hag!


There's something out there.


So - in the spirit of theoretical questions - if you had to take a bite from one of them, who would it be?


Attack Critical<br>var3


Dying Burning<br>v5


I'm yours. Completely.


Hear how your bond thrums with pleasure. Strong. Vital. Pulsing with affection.


Let me show you.


Lies, of course. Vlaakith spread a false image of Orpheus as monstrous betrayer, and her knights as the butchers who sliced him through.


I need some time alone. Please.


Morere!


I can't tell if this is a temple or a library.


<i>Complexum tuum, ab terra ortum, ad nos defer.</i>


Clearly Mol has put you up to stealing my britches so you can turn them into a flag for her gang.


A brother. And a sister. At the same time. Yeah - no. You do your thing, but that's not mine.


Maybe not.


Dying


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Thou roach-mocked jester.


It's clear crown and brain are intrinsically connected, and given the pressing urgency of us smiting the latter, understanding the former could make all the difference.


Ours is such a beautiful story, and this isn't the ending I wanted to write.


A fine offer - we are back in business.


Spurious prune-tart.


The Emperor can't shut us out forever.


What do you want now?


But Kled will be brave next time. Thank you, for saving Lady Mayrina.


We managed to drag him away, but the beast's claws had already done their work.


And torched the place while they were at it.


Don't know who 'the Stone Lord' is or what the hell he's gotten himself into. But that man is a legend.


You linger still?


So you say.


Looks like that hurt.


Yes, yes - on my way.<br>


Mm, mm, Thaniel and me...
Do just what we please, together...


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Eh? I'm busy. Watching, like.


I apologise if that sounds thankless. It's just that some secrets simply cannot be revealed.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I believe she quite lost her senses over the task. She came here insisting I purchase an owlbear egg from her, of all things.


I had to. I was sick. Real sick. The hag petrified me - to stop it spreading.


Where am I? I don't like this dream!


I don't give a shit about all that, it's how <i>I've</i> been treated which is the real travesty!


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


You couldn't resist the allure of the shadows, Gale? I don't blame you - it's the only power that truly counts.


<i>I greet you, child of the stars.</i>


Thank you. In darkness, I see your light.


Lae'zel. My brief time on the Astral Plane left quite the impression. You must miss it dearly.


*This squirrel might be the single most adorable creature you can recall in all your stunted memory!*


The Absolute turned her back on you, did she? Don't take it to heart - it'll happen to the rest of them in due time.


*Trespassing? What trespassing? You were always welcome here.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


<i>Pathetic.</i> You are polluting the power the Absolute has granted you.


Meaningless.


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


They won't write books of you, but if they do, let history tell: Sceleritas Fel died of a broken heart.


The wine is dosed with a paralytic agent.


Back into the battle!


I trust you. Do what you think is right, and I'll stand by you.


You have more control than you give yourself credit for.


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


*You can see from the glee in his face that he's telling the truth and he thinks you have no way forward. But then again, he didn't say whom the scars had to be carved into...*


No, I don't think so. You may think you look dangerous, but you haven't seen my crew. Now, shove off.


Lily... we can't leave her like this.


Now <i>this</i> will hurt.


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


My turn.


*Whatever this door is waiting to hear, it is not the name of some ancient tableware.*


*Enter those for whom justice and truth are thine guiding lights.*


Laughter Maniacal


Have no fear, the traps aren't meant for you. But - better to stick close, eh?


Do you wish for death?


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


Oh, wait now, let's not be too hasty, shall we? Any friend of Gortash is a friend of ours.


The road waits - and beyond it, Baldur's Gate.


...too late now.


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


Your craven heart cannot flee this time.


There. Be careful who sees you using that, might draw the wrong sort of eyes.


This hunger... I'm <i>starving</i>.


Morere!


That water looks foul. Do not sup upon it.


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


Ad lapidem!


Oh, soon enough <i>everyone </i>in the Sword Coast and beyond will know about you.


All right, all right - just don't hurt me!


Shar's worshippers had ambitions beyond their strength, it seems. The Astral Prism - or its inhabitants - would never have yielded to them.


Vlaakith guide me.


Just look after it, all right?


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Nicely fought. You've got some chops.


What's in here?


This world... Is <i>sick</i>...


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


So Wyll's the Blade of Avernus now? I suppose that's a new sort of frontier for him.


Buck up already.


Killer might still be here. Look alive.


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


Yes, Chef.


That's putting it mildly.


Evanesco!


Do not stand here and wait - Cazador must be destroyed!


We need to keep pressing forward. The day isn't won until Ketheric Thorm has breathed his last.


Bloody, painted fingertips. This hand belonged to Dribbles, no question.<br>


These must be the people Father Lorgan was helping.


Ilmater grants us small mercies on occasion.


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


Baldur's Gate...


Lolth drow left an old resupply cache here.<br>


You've seen him twice already, peanut.


My friends, do you wish to bring a Steel Watcher down on our heads? Then <i>shut up</i>.


I better put the debtor's attire back on if I want to avoid battle with the debtors outside.<br>


I won't leave them to his whims.


Laughter Maniacal


You're looking a little lost. You want my advice? Leave this place and get lost for good.


I better help.


By Vlaakith's covenant, I know little more.


Before Kled met Lady Mayrina, Kled never left the house. But Lady Mayrina helped him. Kled is braver now, and doesn't leave friends behind - not ever.


Wonder who was inside...


Effort v5


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


In this place? Only a fool wouldn't be.


So. It's come to this.


I don't need any attention right now.


How dare she snuff out life with as much thought as snuffing out a bloody candle?<br>


*Little remains of the person this skeleton once was - only polished bone and brittle teeth.*


Shirra Clarwen should be interred here.


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


We need to stay alert.


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


Limp-witted slick-licker.


I do not know what this magic is. And I am in no hurry for answers.


You did me a service - doesn't make you one of us.


Come - I will make better use of your bones than you do.


The adamantine forge. Impressive - I didn't think <i>istik</i> were so capable.


Good thievin'.


I know what to do.


I hope you don't think less of me. Great ambition should not come at the expense of what you already hold dear. I see that now.


Few things in this world leave me speechless, but after what just happened... I'm lost for words.


Really? Buddy is my favourite!


Cudo! v3


Ungrateful child. Wretched child...


You've killed Orin - and brought me two Netherstones. It is time, my dear. Time to become what we were meant to be.


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


Few would dare dishonour their queen. Fewer still would be so brazen.


Flagello!


Yes... I did want to chat, Wendel.


I know you. You're with <i>them.</i>


Very well.<br>


*The decaying corpse lies before you.*


After we've mopped them up, we can work on evicting this parasite and take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


Secrecy is everything for Shar's children. It's our code, our creed, our shield.


There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!<br>


Listen to her.


Aqua pura!


I never know. I just wait, so, so nicely.


Flaming Fist letting Zhent run free? The situation must be grim.


Please. How many breathed their last just so we could make it this far? Trust me. This will help us.


*The Elfsong patrons think that one's funny. There may be hope for you yet.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I need help.


One condition though - you swipe anything in my home? You'll lose a <i>finger</i>. Don't think I didn't notice.


I cannot tell, Boo - is it stew gone bad, or the result of someone <i>eating</i> stew gone bad?


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


Ketheric Thorm had a daughter? I wonder what happened.


Deure!


Attack


I'm not surprised. My target is well-known for her brutality in service of her evil mistress.


How many <i>are </i>there?


We find a healer - fast. We can't have much time left before ceremorphosis takes hold.


I'll help.


A distillery. Not my preferred tipple, honestly.


Agh! It's hot - gods - it's burning!


What?!


Don't be naive. Half of the people here have been greedily eyeing our belongings since we arrived.


This mirror is ancient - Gorothir-ancient. It's like a window into the Shadowfell.


I fell in love with someone who was. And that is almost the same thing.


That I'm just like you.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


Ah! A little true to life for my tastes.


*You surmise that the druids allied with the Harpers. A formidable force.*


Of being a <i>dwarf</i>? I'd have thought you knew your own kind. I'm a halfling, you oaf!


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v2


Go, then. Quickly!


Mors tua, vita mea!


Para bellum!<br>v3


*His ears twitch as you speak, but his eyes don't shift from your tail. He sees you as a threat.*


A private word would be nice.


If I knew, I promise I'd tell you. But I don't. Can we just leave it at that for now, please?


No thanks.


That face... the one in my dreams...


I recommend you indulge in the pleasurable torments of the boudoir while you wait.


Hand in hand.


Too heavy. Whatever Marcus hid away, looks like it's staying a secret.


Eiecto te!


Astarion - you're starting to crisp up! Get out of the sun!


A dead elf? The druid Halsin, most certainly.


The gnomes have scarpered - get ready to move.


Aye, Now I know.


Moonrise... granted audience... the others...


No screaming children, no laughter, no scolding words. There is only silence and pain.


Better to control the elder brain though. Iron crumbles, steel breaks, but the power of a thought or an idea can be infinite.<br>


I know I can't stay forever. Here. With you. In fact, I feel like... like I don't have long left at all.


Admittedly, I don't care for most people, but this is a terrible waste.


Anything for a friend.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


A mirror. Riveting.


You <i>will</i> fight with us won't you?


Halfling essence...


I suspected you wouldn't be able to part from me. Looks like I was right.


Uh... I don't <i>think</i> so...?


*It's a heretical tale. Your <i>varsh</i> taught that Orpheus defied the will of his mother Gith. He would have usurped the throne and weakened the empire.*


Right. That seems to have worked.<br>


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Don't group me with the likes of them!


First you kill me, then you bring me back? You make quite the first impression.


Oh no. I'm chastened.


I take it you're the True Soul we're waiting on? Needs passage to Moonrise?


Mizora.


A sepulchral beckoning from beyond the veil!


Don't deny it - I know it was you! <i>You </i>stole my gold! Unless it was one of those filthy squatting vermin...


Onward, in Her name.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Tread carefully. That telepathic storm is now a tempest.


*Experience fills you - a lifetime in service of darkenss. Yet, most curious - there is light there also. Adventures, long past. Friends and companions, remembered with a secret fondness.*


A cunning disguise can serve a warrior of the Dark Lady better than any armour. That's what they always told us.


Cazador gave the key to Godey? And where is the sadistic old sack of bones?


It shall be done.


In the darkness, new power beckons. In the light, the promise of restoration. But in between, there is nothing.


*Time slows to a crawl while he scrutinises you.*


You don't belong here, Barcus. Soon as the Harpers give word that Moonrise has been handled, you ought to get out of here.


Spare me the indignity - you looked set to loot this sad little shrine.


That can't be Rolan, can it? He wouldn't be so foolish.


This has to be frowned upon.<br>


Where's our dream guardian?


Powdered iron-vine. Most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.


Light on my feet.<br>


*Devils and demons swarm your thoughts. Soon, they will be swarming your dreams.*


May the gods take you first.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


I find it surprisingly similar to Queen Vlaakiths aesthetic.


Lady Shar has chosen the very best to lead us.


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


Drow magic radiates from that cowl, and drow are masters at magic.


Frange!


Sob<br>var 2


Gale's lust for power is... concerning.


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


Hurt


Enjoy the respite. Come morning, we have matters to discuss.


I never knew vampires were so fast. They took us before I knew what was happening.


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


That did the trick. Nothing but ashes left of that jar now.


Back in the hag's lair. Good thing she's dead.


The killer escaped - he will ply his trade again soon, no doubt.


Dying Freezing to Death


No use.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


<i>Any advantage I could gain by restoring my original appearance, I already had to hand in the form of magic, and that humanoid shape you've come to know. </i>


<i>You again. Get rid of him.</i>


Then you would condemn us all to the Grand Design.


*And then there's the fire in your chest, filling you with white, hot, power, ready to be released at any moment.*


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


Damn. That didn't work.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


A pity. I kind of liked her.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


*The Wyrm's tempest and his roar hurtle through you.*


No routine here - we're the best in the city, delivering from Candlekeep to Waterdeep and beyond!


Could just look the other way.


Well, if you tell him about the book, then... then I'll tell him I got it from you!


Come, boy. It's all right.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Still a bit strange, your kind running around. Absolute says we're all one side now though, eh?


*A sharp metal fragment pokes out of the meat. It's of no use to you.*


I'm... Naaber...


Cured. Cured!


We need to stay alert.


We will live again, Astarion. The scars on our backs are sealed with the cruellest power. Seven spawn, seven sigils.


A kinder fate than to live as one's sworn enemy, though no less a pity for it. At least in legend, the Prince of the Comet will live forever.


Going to make this place famous, I reckon. Victim is a bloody duke - Belynne Stelmane. Well, she <i>was</i> a duke. Now she's just bloody.


<i>Straj</i>. Yet one more reason to despair for the fate of this city.


We can learn exactly what that means together, hm?


Odd things. Wonder what plane they're from.


*And what role will you play?*


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


You can't stall forever.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


You're to witness the master's ascension? Oh what fortune. What blessed eyes!


Recovered


Recovered <br>V4


Let's get you loose.


Do not test her. She <i>will </i>be our ruin.


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


It is possible you could turn it against the city's enemies, but it would be better to purge yourself of Bhaal's influence entirely.


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


Leave us alone.


Eager for battle.


*The only paw prints you can see belong to the beast itself - it has neither mate nor litter.*


It is he who must not pursue me.


Right Somi, you're on the door 'til our friends are done. Gods forbid we do any business today.


Fronti nulla fides!


*Rest eludes you. All you can think of is this strange new place, where  even the stars themselves have been smothered by Lady Shar's embrace.*


Dying


Did it make you feel important, huh? Did it make you feel <i>big?</i>


My head - it feels like it's being <i>crushed.</i>


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


Another scrying eye, same as the one skulking around the goblins' camp. Someone's watching.


Obedi me!


Pus-supping maggot.


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


Drow sez they've got kids in there...


Is that... yes! His hallucinations made real.


Wonderful. I'll begin making preliminary notes at once.


The Zhentarim - mercenaries and cut-throats. Useful friends, if you can afford them.


The principle holds, but the practice should be handled <i>carefully</i>.


Yes! My mother proclaims you cleansed, our allegiances aligned once more. By her Word, let it be so.


I better get a 'thank you'.


Wyll gave up his father to have freedom? An understandable decision. Sacrifices must be made, after all.


You shouldn't have brought Liam along. Lad was too young.


What a crude teleportation mechanism. But it's a simple way to the Underdark.


*His thoughts become yours. You are the Blade of Frontiers, racing through the wastes of Avernus after a diabolical figure blazing in flame. Racing after <i>you</i>.*


I cannot say I understand the reason for his death, but nature will reclaim him all the same.


The skeletons, then.


I'll be at your back in our next fight. Remember that.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Effort v5


This is no githyanki relic. It must do something else.


HAH. HOW DID THE DESPICABLE CHEATER ENJOY HER VACATION?


A good opportunity.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


A shame the curse did not fall with Ketheric Thorm. Beware the shadows.


Study... hidden... Emerald Grove...


A shipment from... Cor-myr? Some outlying province, no doubt.<br>


I'm worthless.


Let's have a look at myself...


Looking for - for who?


Da mihi facta!


Come on, open up.


Confusio!


<i>One final test. Will they defy me and prove their worth, or will they cower?</i>


Listen. Dost thou not hear it? Where creation meets ruin, where morning meets midnight - the root of all being.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Look - please, just let us in. They're almost on us.


*You're reminded of the man you met beneath the Grey Harbour - and the submersible he <br>commanded.*


Good day, guv'nor, I gots a copy of the Bladder's Mouth Gazette fresh off the presses for you - good price, too!


Good to see a familiar face. I have the strangest feeling every time you pass by. Like you're meant to be here.


Recovered <br>V4


Hook horrors - there, on the cliff!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Tell you what, I <i>really</i> enjoyed our book this month. Dusk's Dark Desires - highly recommend it.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


My life will be coloured by blood-red and death-black. I face many battles to come. And I would ask you to join me.


I quite agree, but I have the unfortunate suspicion your survival is still very much in jeopardy.


There's an inscription on the ring. Looks like the same language as that book from earlier.


Glad that caught my eye.


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


A key, free for the taking. This looks to belong to the Counting House.


What a strange looking doll.


This is my territory. And <i>you're </i>in it.


*You are rotted with joy; you are sick with pleasure. This is not happiness - it's an illusion.*


No... nothing of the sort. But that is not to say it isn't connected. Best be careful, all the same.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


But even brawn deserves recompense. Here - this should suffice.


Fresh letters - support for our cause.


Your loss then. If you're struck down in the battles to come, remember that you refused Lady Shar's shield.


A tollhouse. All passing trade would have paid their way - once.


Attack


Insubordinate at best. A blood traitor and deserter at worst.


*The creature stares at you with unmitigated fury - marking you as his next meal.*


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


So I have. And it looks like a bit of the Hells have come <i>with </i>me.


So what <i>exactly</i> did you see?


Mephits. Send them back to the Hells!


Did I not already? How remiss of me.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


*The presence deep in your mind is awake, unblinking. This is it. A single word pervades your consciousness: 'Soon'.*


Hurt


You won't be hurting for long.<br>


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


A promise broken, a price paid. You know the terms.


I'd <i>love </i>to see that. I've always hated this place.


The terrible tyrant himself. Strike him down, pet - let freedom's bells ring. The brain won't be too far beyond.


Hurt Critical


CoughIll<br>var 3


You have no honour.


Talk is done.


Demento te!<br>v3


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


A pleasure, as always.


You can rest easy, I don't intend a repeat performance. Although I do wonder how the others might taste.


Attack


I should hope so! When adventure calls, I am always thoroughly prepared. Take a look.


The printing block has never been so hot!


Now that's a lock that screams 'pick me'.


Kill him and take his stone. The Grand Design cannot come to pass.


Without you, it is entirely possible your companion would already be lost. Bhaal's will is not easily overcome.


Intactilis sum!


We're lost, aren't we?


After you.


I'm gonna bite the 'eads of yer kids. An' yer birdies. An' yer dogs!


I - I'd like to stay. I confess, I never felt ours was a marriage of substance. I rather thought you just liked me for my art.


*If you were looking for attention - you've found it.*


Over there - a shrine to Selûne. By Moonmaiden's grace.


*The roaring furnace awaits an offering.*


Who? No one cares - no one but <i>us.</i>


You could send an elf to sleep!


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Look upon her.


Stick close. One sight of us, and they'll lash out.


We should not have held you back from your destiny, child. I am sorry.<br>


Shifty eyes expose lies. Entry refused.


No, no! KARLACH!<br>


His chambers are on the upper level of the tower, but he rarely occupies them.


I will hear your case.


What - you want to me kiss your knee and make it better?


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


Corruptus!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


I <i>told</i> you - I'll be fine. It'll wear off soon.


It's all mine.


I <i>gave</i> you time, but you used it to strike at my Steel Watch.


Sob<br>var 2


You sent from Moonrise, drow? 'Cos otherwise, I'll have to cut ya.


Something smells tasty.


You have the delicious honour of being my crowning achievement. Your body is my ultimate gift to my lord Bhaal.


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


That's it. Soon your suffering will be over, kin.


No talk, only bite! Go to goblin leader for talk.


Enough!


Effort v3


Thank the gods for that.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


But if you believe in this cause so strongly, why not help the society prove your point?


I - I died. They killed me!


<i>(Yes.)</i>


VO_SFX : Downed


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


That means I have to survive tonight. And this party.


That business is what sent us after the powder to begin with. Now... we'll have to make other arrangements.


Come on, no excuses.


<i>Gods</i>, no. Can't see how a grown woman sobbing is going to lighten the mood much.


Don't you have <i>anything </i>better to do than bother me?


But he was a dull kill. No blood to spill, no guts to rip - a desiccated husk, all dust and hollow.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Ah, yes. The good old days.


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


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


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


Sa'varsh Kethk is a wonderful teacher.


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Oh no! There are far more important matters at hand. But if you must waste time thinking of your Butler, I will attend to your curiosity.


Effort


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Hail, Unholy Assassin, sublime malfeasor.


Tha's the that of it. Heh!


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Let's have some carnage.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


For the record, you have a prying heart.


Do you know this scent, Boo? You have finer tastes than I.


Perhaps it's some artist trying to make a statement.<br>


Can't keep me out.


Hm...


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


Ah, well. I had a good run.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


I will miss that all-consuming heat of yours, mind.


Though she did not restore thee as her Chosen, she believes in thy potential yet. She cured thee of the orb's affliction, that thou mayest continue thy studies of magic with improved and blessèd wisdom.


Did she now? You'll find her inside, though you'll want to speak to Z'rell first.


Gods, it's like trying to sleep with a mosquito in the room.


I raged - but only for a decade or so - then I waited, ever-watching, for more than a thousand years, for a mistake, a mishap, a misadventure.


It weren't our fault! We heard something calling out from the wreckage. It... it sounded like my daughter.


If the gazette's publishing garbage about you, I guess there's less space in their columns for all these lies, eh?


All these bone arrangements reek of dark magic afoot - necromancy, I'll wager.


Not by boat! It's the army marching towards us makes things dangerous.


No way to ignite these. Strange.


I shall take a look.


I'm flattered, but pick another. Watching the dryad make you cry will be entertainment enough.


A portrait of Gortash.


Are you here to learn from our <i>sa'varsh? </i>


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


On my own? No. I <i>can't. </i>


Place is swarming with Absolute-buggers - a whole army. And I ain't gonna mess about with them.


That's enough!


'Sicarius.' Guess we know what to say to this tombstone-purveyor.


Da mihi facta!


Of course. Wouldn't be alive to hold 'em if it weren't for you.


Effort v10


Wasn't sure he had it in him, but he's changed so much. Overcome so much darkness. Ooh, I could smooch that pointy little face!


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


Whatever that thing was you turned into, I'd rather not see it again. <i>By the gods...</i>


Give me a moment. I'll be right with you.


If you must. Nothing good can come of it.


Right. All right. I'll go.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Orin's home base. Gives me the chills.


More doppelgangers. The Absolute has won their loyalty, it seems.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale


One touch and this will fall apart.


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


Why don't they let us have any wine? It's just grape juice isn't it?


Should step in before it gets worse.


This land is more than just soil and rock, root and leaf... it is a living being, in the form of a young fey boy, with the forest itself in his eyes. His name is Thaniel - I've met him, in my meditations.


You sees me? <i>Tch. </i>


Then we're of one mind, I think.


You know there is murder slumbering within you, and in controlling it, it has grown <i>insatiable</i>. Your Dark Urge will have death tonight, one way or another.


Well I'll give you a hint, shall I? <i>They ain't down here. </i>On your way.


Feculent beast!


What now?


I sacrificed my memory's for Shar- to preserve my mission. But one thing I do remember about myself is that I can't swim. I think it's time I remedied that. And washed off Shar's bile at the same time.


We went through all that trouble to get inside, and now Gortash invites us to see him?


Oh, I do believe we are <i>both </i>going to enjoy this.


Glowing eyes are so rarely a good sign. Best tread carefully.


Swiftly, Boo! VANRA - WE WILL POP YOU FREE FROM YOUR FLESHY PRISON!


The weakness was my disgrace, but it was an honour to give myself to Bhaal's embrace.


Delinquent fool. Allow me to re-educate you.


What's inside?


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Snuffed out in an instant, but to whose satisfaction? They will never feed and never be hunted. And never have a chance to hew their own paths.


And you have brought a sombre guest. I did not think you would willingly return, spawn.


*The craft is ready to sail.*


Help's coming.


Evil don't begin to cover it.


Oh, stop complaining. Boo gets by with less blood than that.


Very well.


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


I'll work on the barrier. Someone, find the way out of here.


The sun was banished from my life - forbidden. And we all lust after the forbidden, don't we?


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


We've had some close calls already. There could be even tougher days ahead...


Make one up.


I suppose there's no harm continuing to entertain the idea. <i>Quietly.</i>


That's it. You're calm, I'm calm, snake's calm.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


This is a bleeding shitshow. Half my squad's dead, the other half's sporting tentacles.


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


My apologies. Welcome back, True Soul - what news?


In short, Gale - through his own doing - has become a living explosive that could wipe from this world this very gathering, and much more besides.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Kill... yes.


It's a little obvious, frankly.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


I'd be by his side, but an illithid trap left me retired - permanently.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


<i>I can sense its fury, its greed. We're close.</i>


A broken trinket. Beyond repair from the looks of it.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Our enemies lie to the west, in Baldur's Gate. Do you intend to retreat from them?


What lies within?


That depends - you plan on buying anything?


Maledicte es!<br>v3


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


A flock without souls - yet to what end, O tempted one? This is the question thou must come to answer.


Eye-catching insignia. Not sure what it means though.


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


Te absolvo!<br>v2


We'll be pulling a late one tonight.


Made it out.


Am I... <i>explosive?!</i>


Right. I'll try to keep up.


That's it. Oh. And this slip of scratch. And now we're done.


You're being a real thorn in my side.


The move along, I've got papers to sell!


You napping?


Rise, or don't - I care not.<br>


You won't be hurting for long.<br>


Perhaps, perhaps not - that depends on you. Lady Shar may honour you, but your memories are a privilege. Time will tell if you have earned them.


You think anyone told me? Nine-Fingers sent word the Stone Lord was going to try his luck on our vaults. So she told me to <i>cooperate</i> - lure him in.


... I... <i>we</i>... from Elturel... left...


That should do it. Time to see what's back there.


Vos curo!<br>v2


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Effort v12


Attack


Please - trust me. Your help could be the difference between life and death.


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


*You raise a mighty leg.*


PainOpen<br>var 2


What business have you in a crèche dormitory, <i>istik</i>? Move along.


<i>You FOOL. You have ruined us all.</i>


Trinkets for some rich tosser in Baldur's Gate.


What a view.<br>


Let's get that patched up.


Strike hard. Slice flesh. No hesitation.


Somebody slipped something into my pocket.


Pay Minsc no mind!


Very well.


Still no.


Always.


Meet Elminster Aumar. A good friend of mine, but rather more significantly, he's the most famed and respected wizard in the realms.


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


When you're still full of that netherese bile? I'll pass, thank you.


Lice-ridden cur!


What is this liquid?


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


These fellows fought to the last. Between fight or flight, they picked the wrong response.


Inveniam viam!


You've got more courage than half this city <i>combined.</i>


You're right. If I become strong, they will look on me with pride from beyond.


My editor Mr Needle was a brilliant journalist, but recently... well, now he's got friends in high places, he seems more interested in keeping them happy.


Effort v12


Obedi me!<br>v3


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


What's that thing doing? Feeding? Something else?


Funny. Well, your long lost twin was an old friend of mine. Haven't seen her in ten years, but... well, I guess she must still be off in Neverwinter, or wherever she vanished to.


I already have two copies of this...


Happy to assist a friend.


The only missing ingredient is Astarion.


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


I will only be welcomed once I obtain a mind flayer's head.


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


Wouldn't take much to send that stone crashing downwards...


Let me help you, love.


*You feel a familiar squirm deep in your mind. She has a tadpole - but something grasps at it. Something powerful.*


The brain... it's high above the city now - far away from any innocents.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


--subjugate--


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


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


You should have seen them. They were brave but also terrifying - in a good way.


You don't know what you've done. And you never will.


You had my attention, now you have my fury.


Come out or I'll have to come find you, Lorroakan.


Ought to do it.


Yes I do. You can't make me do anything.


Fool. You think striking down my body will be the end of me?


Thank you for your forbearance.


Hm. No. Still incapable.


<i>Defende nos ab imminentibus aequilibrio tuo.</i>


The element of surprise.


City Watch - into position!


((*you shout, but you will never sing*))


Almost worth the subterfuge.


It gives me some courage, to think that you see greatness in me. I hope I live up to your expectations.


*Your escape has been cut short. Choose your next move wisely.*


You couldn't wait ten seconds before being an absolute freak?


I've spent my life treating folk and never once saw a mind flayer infection. Then suddenly there's dozens of you - maybe more.


Obedient thing - I love to see it.


Have it your way. We depart come dawn, and no later.


Then hold to you oath. Let it be a comfort and a guide.


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


An art gallery. Hardly the legendary trreasure trove I was hoping for.


Stelmane's dead! Read all about it!


Back again? Let's do this!


The sight is unnatural, but I can look past the form, to the spirit within. You did this for all of us - I am indebted, not repulsed.


Get 'em, Boo!


Fine, I shall help.


Another brain.


Honestly...? I'd hoped for more from you. But perhaps things can yet be turned around.


Ugh. Minsc would rather crack his own skull than let it be some squishy illithid plaything. What other perversions does this elder brain commit?


I'll be tellin' the boss myself! Kill 'em!


I profess there is another more profound.


Merely contemplating.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Agh!


No - the General will understand that none of this was my fault. He will understand, because <i>you</i> will tell him.


What? Why would anyone...? Do you think she was poisoned?


Gale - no!


Come morning, you will wonder.


*Another vision consumes you. A memory, seen through the creature's soul-dead eyes.*


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


You're lucky I don't report you for stealing him in the first place.


Move along, little bug.


*Lockpicking is one way to enrage a guard. This one seems about ready to teach you a lesson.*


Lady Shar's domain shall enshroud all.


I know you're on a little crusade of your own, so let's come to a compromise, hm?


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


You won't be hurting for long.


Only fools have ever lingered in my presence. Dead fools. <i>Go</i>.


Maybe Nine-Fingers will add you to her Lady's Court. She's had stranger.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


Look, I know I have a casual relationship with murder - I don't remember everyone I've killed. But I do remember everyone I've killed <i>in the last five minutes</i>.


Karlach, yes? You burn for each other in more ways than one.


Close your hatch, Morghal. He's one of those Absolute crackpots. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing Gekh's skiff.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


A summoning circle? I wonder who she was reaching out to.


It would be my pleasure.


Not working.


Stop the intruders! They must not escape!


The youngest Unholy Assassin ever to follow in Bhaal's bloody trail. And his <i>Chosen</i>.


Apologies, m'lady. We didn't mean to doubt a <i>True Soul</i>. We'll be off.


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


If you have not changed after all this time, I believe you are safe.


Karlach... I thought after all we've survived, maybe one last miracle would rear its head... but no. I'm sorry.<br>


Hurt


Dissolve!


'Goblins... struck... fear... and... awe... in... heart... of... wilting... witness...'


I thought our connection meant something to you. Certainly, it did to me.


Well, I have to applaud the rather <i>bold</i> strategy. But alas, it is uniquely my business.


Try me.


Yeah. And I'm <i>way </i>too hot to touch.


You're a monster! A freak!


I shot a svirfneblin in Menzoberranzan just to watch him die.


Wait. This was different a moment ago...


Plenty left to see.


Hrm. Guess anyone can saunter in and make threats now that the Watchers are disabled.


Did you hear that scum-sucker Gortash bit the big one? Good, says I. Prick was too oily by half.


Still breathing, despite everything.<br>


I... don't know. It's been so long since I've had to decide what I wanted.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


I'm feeling a touch... woozy. I must say.


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


Yeah... yeah, you're right. This is better.


A spot of healing will help.


We're damn near helpless without Isobel. It's only a matter of time now.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


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


Yes! Please, you're most welcome - we have much to be thankful for.


Meanin' you ain't one of us. Change of plans, lads! Kill 'em!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Maledicte es!<br>v2


No luck. What am I missing?<br>


Oh, you're no fun.


Let's get this over with.


Cover me - I'm goin' for the alarm!


Victory v4


All I wanted was a bit of hay, a good brushing, and a clean stall. The simple life. <i>IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!</i>


Looks like we're out of options...


The city bleeds quicker and quicker. Have more come to seek Bhaal's blessing?


Hold out your hands, <i>clan-sen.</i>


Don't be shy, gang - they're one of the good ones.


The price is the price. Pay up or get lost.


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


Well, that's not good.<br>


I have longed to hear your voice. Speak to me.


It's too late, Godey has sealed the doors and will not open them until the ritual is complete.


Art... Cullagh of... the Flaming Fist.


Then feel free to browse our workshop, but be <i>quiet</i>. My wife is at her creative zenith, and I do not wish her to be disturbed.


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


More doppelgangers - what a happy little Bhaalist brood Orin has made.


And yet there's not a scratch on you, while she's... well, scratched rather badly.


Look, if you find anything that's not quite right about your rental property, let me know. I'll get Alan to shave the price for you.


And when we were married - on an upturned cart in the rainy Dalelands - he stammered so much, I've never been sure if our vows actually <i>counted</i>.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Lakrissa, I'd be more than happy to help you out at work. I could -


More of the mind flayers' pets.


No.


That may well be, but we can't just invite danger in to our hearth like that. We must be more careful.


I'll blame your little lie on simple curiosity. This time.


I'd live with the risk of something going wrong. Of the tadpole finding some new trick, reasserting itself, and making me a slave again.


Laridda. She speaks the maxim. She can help.


Ugh. That potion... did not go down well.


I wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


A once-in-a-lifetime moment of passion. Every day. What could be better? Don't you want to try it?


Incredible. Every rock, every jewel tells a story.


That's the best you can do? So <i>weak</i>.


I, er... didn't mean nothin' by it, yer ladyship. Honest I didn't.


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


Not now - we must go to the helm.


Spurious prune-tart.


You protected a child-stealing vampire? Bold choice.


Dead tiefling. Hasn't been here long, but nobody I recognise.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Come on, already!


In nocte consilium!


You seek purity. I may yet grant it.


Recovered <br>V3


And besides, I do not share what I desire.


No surprise you'd find me renting a room off the local diabolist I suppose. But you've found me now, and there's something I need to tell you.


Dying Burning


My dreams never included a giant brain or smouldering ruins, but I'll take what I can get.


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


Help is at hand.


Out of sight, out of mind.


Footprints on the ground. Always worth a look.


*Arabella seems not to notice you as you approach. She's as intent on examining a peculiar stone as she is unbothered by the corpses littered on the ground.*


I've got you.


I <i>will </i>rip your face off, fancy boy.


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


Still, you've given us a shot at Ketheric. That's certainly worth a little killing.


<i>I still hear it!</i>


Why is this made of <i>paper</i>?


Feel that? Heavy air. Maybe cursed. Well, bring it on I guess.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


You hear that? Blades out!


Please be safe, Rolan. Please, come back soon.


Veni et iuva me!


You did what you could. I'm the one that should have done more.


Victory<br>


Who? If he ain't one of us, and if he's here, he's down in the pits.


Nothing to donate? Then, again, do kindly leave.


Aha! I <i>knew</i>  it. I knew you'd try something like that eventually. Though I wish you'd done it with a bit less enthusiasm.


How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.


... priestess Gut... powerful...


Ai, Boo - you have covered yourself in pocket-fluff.


Cosy down here. Secret, even.


The pier over there is our way out. We'll escape right under the bastards' noses.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


You need not ask twice.


Take the leader down - we'll try to hold the rest back!


The dragon seems to be allied with Balduran, the unpleasant little elf who founded this city.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


Ready for another round?


He's out of his mind.


Fall by my hand.


No sign of Astarion. I assume the Gur found his mark.


I - I need a drink. Bloody hells.


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


It's in a safe in the back - take the damn thing, preferably far away. I didn't sign up for this.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


A few more stitches, and this bear'll be cute as a space hamster's tail.


Blessed... by the Chosen...


Agilius!


Dodge
v2


*With or without your powers you're at ease. Magic cannot be tamed - not even by you.*


My instructions were clear - bring me back the boy or suffer.


Pallida mors!<br>v3


What do you know of infernal machinery?


You're mad. I'd try to get you help, but there's nowhere to take you, and no time to figure out what the fuck to do. I guess this is goodbye. Don't struggle - it'll only hurt more.


And I truly mean <i>we</i>, if you wish. Every moment counts, and I've asked much of you already without being at your side.


This was no random attack. Your father was their target.


Look there - a shrine.<br>


Strange contraption. What does it do?


Hold tight, I'll help.<br>


Dying Burning<br>v6


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


Gale's ambitions are far more modest now. He returned home to Waterdeep. The only thing he doth hunger to consume is an excellent book.


Ketheric may be gone, but the shadows remain. On our guard.


Without you - without the Prism - I cannot risk going to the city. The Absolute would take my mind again.


Watch yourself - I spy a trap.


Look, I respect your decision. Of course I do. But right now I need <i>more </i>than a friend.


Impero te!<br>v3


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


You were sloppy.


The cure! <i>Vlaakith m' zath'ak, isk'a'zaith!</i>


What's the safest path?


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


*This tomb has been defaced with crude marks pointing downward.*


I'm ready.


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


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


So many. <i>Too</i> many.


<i>Share? </i>You really are in the wrong place, sun-scum. Try this for useful:


A tressym. Never seen one in the flesh before.


Go fuck yourself, Astarion.


All right, then.


*Yet you will labour under Mizora's shadow. What fiendish plans could she be concocting?*


They're trapped inside!


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


Arde!


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


I'll do better, and the patients will be better, and it will all be fine...


If I must.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


Minsc knows little of <i>irony</i>, but he would be happy to show you his steel again, Sarevok.


Effort v6


I'll do the best I can.


S-sorry, ma'am. I'll open the cage for ya.


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


*Wherever hardship walks, a willingness to forget does not trail far behind.*


I am not.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Attack<br>var 4


Someone's in agony. Coming from beneath the windmill.


HAH! Are you afraid, Sharran? Do you rattle and jump at the realisation that an immortal has your face emblazoned in her mind forevermore?


To your health.


Stars and moons like that dwarf's poem said. And these plates can be turned.


It's my fault - we never should have stayed in the grove with these people. They were doomed from the start.


<i>We're not getting anywhere. We need to make for the brain!</i>


Time for a chat.


Speak, True Soul. The hunt must begin soon.


Hmmm. Yes, my spirits stir. They think you might be capable.


Quite an oddity to behold... but not without beauty, either.


Hmm.


I can't see any way to disarm it.


My mind is clear, its burden lifted. When the Netherbrain died, the tadpoles died with it.


It's about Shadowheart. Forty years of her life, tracking and recording every detail.


What was in that mead? My arse is on <i>fire</i>.


You've messed up. At least you won't live to regret it!


Barbarian Idle Roars


Ketheric Thorm is close. Check your gear and say your prayers - this won't be easy...


<i>I do not share my kind's opinions on the value of other living beings. I would have seen them all saved, if I could.</i>


Let's meet in your camp, lay everything out.


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


Stand down, lads! We got a True Soul comin' through!


The streets will be clear of Watchers in no time.


<i>In my name.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v11


They don't care - look at 'em!


Interesting jewellery. Certainly not from around here.


*A great fire roars through you - the fire of the Hells you've escaped.*


Farewell.


Thou hast found value in thy mortal life that even gods may envy.


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


But no matter - you rule us now. What comes next?


Stuck. Hold on.<br>


Open up!


More forge talk? I figured it for a tall tale. Now I'm not so sure.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


I'm being interrupted, that's what. We can talk later.


No Harpers, just doppelgangers. Jaheira won't be happy to hear of this.


You RAT! You raised our hopes just to kill them. You're worse than Cazador!


Extende!


Invoco te


From now on, I promise him the same measure of respect he's shown his father.


How horrible!<br>


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


That symbol on the collar... Gale, is this one yours?


There's no maybe about it.


You'll turn a blind eye for me, won't you?


For you, oh horned cheek.


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


We scout the roads and scan the skies for children of Gith. They will lead us to a crèche. There, we will be purified.


You'll be free soon enough.


*Flymm Cargo. All imports and exports duly handled in accordance with the Trades Act, as decreed by the Council.*


Why is this happening? Why our baby girl?


You've got this.


Aylin left to face that wizard - Lorroakan, was it?


You seem to know a good deal about our condition, Gale.


Perure!


Dying


There? Of course.


*Sigh*


I guess you need this.


Behold the dance of death.


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


Just don't bleed on me.


A Magic Mouth spell - so that voice must be from someone long-deceased.


Prisoners. More unwilling flesh for the Absolute's schemes.


I think I might've had my fill of fish for the next few tendays.


*The tracks are a chaotic mess. Gleaning any information from them is impossible.*


Better get to work.<br>


*The corpse remains silent. You did not ask it a question.*


This is the big one, lads! And I'll get more kills than any of ya!


Shadowheart is one of <i>us. </i>Betray her, and you betray us all.


But how am I to ensure your most-deserved renown without a suitably thrilling title?


The Absolute's taken him, then - no question about it.


Of course. It's a big city, lots of opportunity.


A little help from a friend.


You've done so much for me - I can't blame you for refusing. But I hope you'll reconsider.


Kiai<br>Var 3


Truly horrendous.


Aye? Heading out for forage - you need something?


Caveat incantator!


No chicken. Taste like fish!


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


<i>Where is that wizard? Rolan, to the fray!</i>


Amazing that the sword stayed sharp for so long.


I heard about you. You're the one that helped us with the goblins.


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


Those are full of <i>ghaik</i> parasites. A fraction of what's been smuggled, I wager.


I feel as though a light breeze would float me away - how quaint.


((*Sovereign. they have come. they are here*))


You damnable rat - I'll make you pay. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


Ya better learn yer place.


Go on, then.


But let us observe the customs of the locals.


*As the symbol glows, power courses through you. <i>Authority.</i>*


Lord Gortash wanted to steal something from Mephistopheles, so I punched a portal into the Archdevil's dusty vaults.


Still warm to the touch, if you can believe it.


Intactilis sum!


Might be useful.


No. Not this time.


Listen, uh, I got me some business over on the other side of yonder mountain. See you never, yeah?


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


It's been a while since these two breathed their last.


Someone's in trouble. We have to help!


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


The Temple is all tidied and ready for your worshipful act of mortal combat!


Shadowheart. She's as much a part of who I am as Jenevelle; I can't just forget her - that's not what I do anymore.


Let me demonstrate why you made the right choice.


Quite an elaborate door, for a tunnel underground.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


None shall withstand me.


Keep the Harper out of trouble. Just because I don't want to kill her doesn't mean I won't.


Agreed.


*She cries for her mother as you draw your lance - raising it above your head.*


Wonder what's causing it?


Maybe I need more pockets.


I'm sorry, True Soul, ma'am. I didn't realise.


The necromancer Balthazar should be our next target.


*The Dead Three. Myrkul, Bane, and Bhaal - lords of deathly tenets, and traitors to Ao, god of gods.*


Non movere!<br>v3


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Tch, there's more bones than fish in this one.


And if I can't see it, you certainly can't.


Another trick up my sleeve.


*Your parasites connect. Wyll's doubts grip you, then relax.*


I can understand why he'd want me dead. Without me keeping the curse at bay, everyone in this inn - everyone intent on killing him - is dead too.


Your friend is lending a hand, but I'll not turn down extra help. Got any tools?


Dust everywhere. Been a while since the last prayer was said.


I thought you were his Chosen... But you are nothing.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


I am your servant, my heart.


So many unfortunates must have been infected in this place. Imagine the horrors...


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


There we are.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


YOU! What have you done?! What have you done to me?!


Tight fit. I barely got through.


We're low on time - the guards are spooked and will be watching us both. I've got a plan, if you're up to the task.


Are they all like this?


Astarion likes to put on a show of nonchalant decadence, but he is as delicate as a flake of snow.


Help's on the way.


If you're going to torment me, at least try harder.


You'll have to confide in someone else. I'm spoken for.


Et alibi!<br>v2


Minsc, no!


That - that was amazing.


Delivered, safe and sound. Don't forget us as you claw your way up the ranks, True Soul.


*A splinter of ice works its way into your mind.*


Right away.


I'm glad you see reason. To martyr oneself for the fickle gods is insanity.


Trust me, when you're older, you'll appreciate the breaks.


Gigans!


To camp, says Boo! She may have slipped into a new skin, but her scent still singes my hamster's nose.


I assure you - the feeling is mutual.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


This wine's poisonous.


May Ironhand be with her.


We should leave - and soon.


This place wasn't built for the living.


Wonderful, let the healing begin. First comes the Mapping of the Heart. You will be asked questions - it is important that you answer as truthfully as possible, so that we may know precisely what burdens you the most.


But what if we didn't need them? What if we wielded their power instead, and helped ourselves in all the ways they refuse to. I could make that happen. I could make this illusion a reality, with you by my side.


Damn knots...


Sahuagin. But why are they so close to the city?


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


*The persistent music coaxes you forward. The sovereign expects you.*


This is why Boo never allows such silence to fall. Prick your ears, and there is always another buttock crying out for a kick.


*Your thoughts come up short.*


Fine. It's worthless anyway.


Doors can be unsealed. Just give us the key and we'll show ourselves in.


PainTeeth<br>var 1


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Boo is with you until the very end. And Minsc will always be with Boo.


This world has made you soft, like rotten fruit. I will not let you shame Vlaakith any longer...


We got hagged. And it sounds like that sister of theirs might've been, too.


Phew. Another one down.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


This is no threat. It is a certainty. Orin is coming.


A magic keyword. That'll help us in the Archive.<br>


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Once inside, smash Orpheus' bonds. His cry will shake the planes, and I will fly to your aid.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


No, no, no.


*A violent vision grips you: duergar like yourself, chopping myconid remains.*


No. I don't believe it.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Meenlocks? Damnable things.


... how much do you think it's worth? Old Ethel said she'd offer me gold for it.


I wonder what they say...


*The splendid city of Athkatla hums beyond the portal.*


A vampire. <i>Chk</i> - I should have seen the signs.


What? I was only making conversation!


Slave - TAKE IT!


Weak


The hag liked to save herself some walking, it seems.


Out of sight, out of mind.<br>


I'd hate to get between the gith and her trophy. No, I think we'll end this evening as friends.


S-stop - that's my mum! Help!


What? I've said thank you. Should I write you a poem, too?


I hate this! That lousy smuggler won't take all of us because we can't afford four berths. Greedy bastard!


At least it won't suffer anymore.


Quite a spear. Why hide it away...?


We'll need every blade if we're to make a fight of this.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Hells - it won't give.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Quite an unusual spear.


They want to hurt Auntie - they have the book. I will <i>die</i> before I let anyone touch a hair on her head.


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Into position. We'll follow your lead.


Up you go then, Gale. Best make this count... The whole world's watching.


You done with the rat?


Impero te!


Oh, sister. I'm going to make this very worth your while.


Huh. This goes very far down. We'll have to go in to see the bottom.


*You wonder what it would be like to fly as the birds do.*


Now - is there anything else you need?


You may rest assured that I do not speak out of self preservation alone: many lives depend on my return to the living within the span of two days.


You got candles all 'round ya! Use 'em!


Time for some bloody work.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


*Better to die than live on an earth walked by you. Each of your deaths is a mercy.*


Looks like we owe Raphael a semi-friendly visit.<br>


Anything of use?


But go with the Watch. You're too honest to be a mercenary.


Tastes even better when you nick it outta their cold, dead 'ands.


The way I see it, if you've got nothing to hide, you've got nothing to fear from being watched.


I know. And I'll be right alongside you if it comes to that.


My crèche had one of these too. The stricter the discipline, the stronger the soldiers.


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


*Meow! <i>Meow!</i>*


This is Mol's. Where <i>is</i> she?


I saw it, True Soul. The army. They're nearly ready. It's nearly time.


It's liberation.


Tell me, Bhaalspawn. How do you wish to die?


Francis... merchant... selling pottery...


The Society of Brilliance has quite the reputation. Even Waterdhavian academics refer to their works from time to time.


First things first, I need to get this engine tuned up. Thing's powerful, but it's been feeling volatile ever since I left the Hells.


What have I done? Dearest Rath...


I thought I'd never see you again ...


I want to go hooooome. Sparky!


Viam sapientiae!


<i>In my name.</i>


<i>Hey!</i> Get me out of here... The lever...


Blocked. Just my luck.


I have defied Vlaakith. <i>Unthinkable.</i>


You should be there - all his children were to attend. He'll be furious you're not.


The boat's heading to Baldur's Gate. I'm almost tempted to stow away.


Do you mind? I was rather enjoying my view of the ceiling.


Ale me!


Isn't 'e amazin'? Killed a dwarf just like that...


But you'd look so good on your knees.


A statue of Shar - but it's been vandalised. What is that symbol?


Hiiiiii! Welcome to The Rivington General! Browse carefully - the weapons are sharp!


It's run or sit on my arse praying! And the gods don't give a damn about us.


Waterdeep - the forces of the Absolute could threaten even the City of Splendors if they were to reach it.


Victory v2


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


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


I've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire? You'd better keep those fangs to yourself.


Repositioning.


So, we're travelling with the famed 'Blade of Frontiers'. I feel safer already.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Now you need my help.


*Let it listen. You will dream of all the ways to make this power your own.*


Perhaps, but whatever it was, I don't want to experience it again.


Oh wow.  I bet that can do some real damage.


Would you look at that, Kur. Someone's having a listen.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Like a shadow.


Te video!


Zarys promised good coin for an <i>unopened </i>chest. If we want to collect, it needs to stay shut.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


Impero te!<br>v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Um - sure. I'll just... raise my fists and...


Yah!


All right, freak. Don't move.


Invoco te<br>v2


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.<br>


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Tell me, did the Banite squirm beneath your screws?


I do not believe you were invited. One moment - I shall consult the visitors' schedule.


Now let's move, before this discussion turns maudlin.


Need a lot of propping up, don't you?


Seco!


Quakes. The bedrock must be under incredible strain.


Seems a good use of them, to me.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


Eldath ease your wounds.


We could at least hear the Emperor's words first - that does not oblige us to heed them.


By the gory gods, what's all that shaking about?


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


So, Wyll - you have your mind set on marriage.


Hey, not so loud!


You are nothing but another parasite to be crushed. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


Couldn't he just stay a bear? Pelt'd make a nice rug.


The same way I'm not just the lowly thief, vagabond, and murderer the Watch and Peers would paint me as. I happen to be a fine singer, too.


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


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


A stink of sulphur. Either the shopkeeper is egg-sick... or she is no simple shopkeeper.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


Wyll, my pet. I was hoping you'd bound along.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Was cleaning duty this awful at your crèche?


Where did he go...?


Carrion... offered shelter... safety... I was desperate...


More follow Kagha every day. They are afraid and she offers a simple solution - eject the refugees and we will be safe.


No, no - you mustn't! The city is full of criminals. We can't let them know we're vulnerable.


((*hush. the Sovereign awaits*))


My... father...


Speak.


A scrying eye, forever blinded.


In that way, you are like many a young githyanki - wise to the ways of battle, if not to the wider world.


We can be the reminder. Soft citizens make easy targets.


But perhaps... an inoculation, to make the sickness less catching. If you seek to harm Ketheric, our aims are aligned. If you seek to make him vulnerable, your task is done.


Mmmn. That smells delicious.


With a flick of the wrist.


CoughIll<br>var 2


Maior, fortior!


I could peel a fine pelt from the mutt I caught sniffing at your heels. Drag skin from flesh from bone -


We haven't much time, so listen closely.


Dead - by our own kin's hand.


Perhaps his eyes are on Master Halsin now.


I'm told the druids have stopped their damn chanting. What happened?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Astarion... he has ascended amongst the ranks of the undead. I can only hope that he does not come to regret the price that he paid.


Hmm. You might find some use for that thing if it's melted down for arrowheads, but that's all.


There is no one I would rather talk to.


You? You're smaller than a worg whelp. Guys - get this idiot!<br>


So, you're free from your hunger, free from any lingering fear of the sun... but all those lives you sacrificed, Astarion. I'm not sure I'll forget their final screams any time soon.


At the Gazette's print house. Though it's in the Lower City, so you'll need to get past the gates first.


The master doesn't need to lie to us. He controls us, fully. Why go through the trouble of giving us hope...


The Absolute's blessings have far greater value than any price you could name. Be wise - <i>obey</i>.


Looks like the barrier's turned off. Lucky me.


More of those wretched things.


I'm not willing to let servants of Zariel roam the Sword Coast unchecked. Or to regroup and come after me again. Let's go get 'em. Together.


Come on, open up.


Yes, majesty, your light can shield another of your faithful. They will join us on the road.


Those whelps are blocking the bridge. Time to put them in their place.


Dwarf better. Dwarf sweet like honey.


A quick peek will have to do.<br>


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


These webs are everywhere.<br>


Sounds like a runt that needs putting down.


If you wish to open an account, you are more than welcome. Otherwise, I do have work to do.


And so Lorroakan meets the fate of all ambitious wizards! They're mostly frauds, you know, wizards. Abracadabra, my arse.


Obedi me!<br>v3


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


<i>Finally. </i>Goodnight, Carrion.


The Underdark has its violent charms. I might just pay you a visit once you're settled.


<i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i> - Sister in Freedom. I welcome you to the fight.


And written in code too, I'm afraid.


*You pause for consideration - while the army of the Absolute marches on Baldur's Gate, is it really wise to turn back?*


The engravings on the ring match the language on that strange door. I still can't read it, though.


Looks like there's a temple under this place - and something deadly sealed inside it.


Talk about appearances being deceiving...


Here, pup.


Because the precious, sweet little girl I ate? She's still <i>alive.</i>


Love to be taken for granted.


Have no fear, my love.


We have to get them out!


How in the... this looks like the Underdark!


If you are lying, it'll be a painful death. The Inquisitor is deeper in the crèche.


Holy hells, that was a close one. And I'm not about to stick around.


*You feel the quake of its heavy footsteps before you see it: an owlbear, its beaked face looming out of the darkness.*


The disc is in motion. A welcome boon for an arduous journey.