QUIET, COUSINS! We <i>will </i>show Sarin proper respect.


Resisto mortem!


<i>But I require an equal. Return with the one you follow. I shall speak with them.</i>


Vocal Misc - Laugh<br>v2


*This imperious portrait of the githyanki warrior queen seems somewhat less so when adorned with your embellishments.*


Brother Thrumbo said you saved us. You are welcome to play here any time.


*Shame, joy, regret, relief, and a host of other emotions jostle for your attention. It's too much. You feel hot tears flood your eyes.*


I have never lacked confidence, but this conflict seems so much bigger than the two of us... it frightens me. I do not know if we will survive it.


Safe. For now.


That bastard cut me deep.


I need only tell her it's a gambling debt - it's happened before!


This egg is in my care. It does not need saving.


All that trouble I went to. The planning, the anticipation -


Something's on my mind.<br>


Ah, go on, ain't bothered muckin' my blade with ya. But mind your manners.


Actually - before we part ways - I wonder if I could appeal to you for a little favour.


These footprints are made of no ordinary muck.  They carry the sewers' stink.


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


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


I was going to ask him to marry me!


*The telescope points to the left.*


Unfortunately, Absolutists rarely seem interested in compromise.


I need to rest. Sunset can't come quickly enough.


Ready to pay that inspection fee now?


You get things done around here - maybe Gortash'd listen to you.


Still dropping - that's Father Lorgan's blood, or I'm fresh as spring dew.


Snore
zzZzz


Deure!


Crazy, deranged... monsters... shouldn't be allowed in 'ere.


They're... they're my parents? What have you done to them?


Speaking of, I hate to butt in, but I've seen the way you and Lae'zel have been looking at each other.


Vae victis!<br>v2


Invoco te!<br>v2


Fierce thing. Bet she could turn me inside out if she wanted.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


*You pour yourself into the tadpole's putrid magic. Its strength multiplied, it unleashes on the machine.*


Not as exhausting as all that boot-kissing you've been doing.


You! I knew you'd been mucking with our beer! You poisoned us!


That might be worth a look.


Dying Burning<br>v6


<i>Do not listen, Shadowheart. She seeks to distract, to confuse, to prolong her ugly existence and deny you your destiny. Shut out her words. </i>


Show some dignity and leave. You've burdened this place with your troubles long enough.


It's a sussur tree - absorbs magic.


A cave. Best stay sharp - I've been out of the dark for a while.


<i>They just keep coming. Push past them, get to the Netherbrain!</i>


<i>Harpers - now is the time!</i>


Normally talk like that's empty - but there's something behind those words of yours. I can <i>feel</i> it.


Corruptus!


We do not demand silence, but please keep prayers, words of encouragement, and friendly conversation to a minimum.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


We don't have time for this. Besides, I already explained myself.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


This is it. We're doing a vigil, it said. For its friend.


Thank you, for bringing Vanra back to me. We're gonna get help for you, sweet girl, all right?


Oh yeah? Are they bored to death?


Laughter Maniacal


And reminded me why I fight it in the first place. Truly - thank you.


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


Claw marks and spells. Is this Halsin's doing? Did he return to the grove?


You... kissed 'is feet...


Snore
zzZzz


Halsin? I... I don't know. He changed into a bear, but... I lost sight of him. I don't know if he's s-still alive.


Looked so... innocent. But the <i>teeth...</i>


<i>Have I ever told you how much I enjoy you? Lead the way...</i>


Get Meerna out of there. I'll do anything.


*You have nothing in your skull, besides your name and a headache. But you are in danger.*


What's that ticking?<br>


Away! Attend to your duties! Lazy little maid you are!


A wine bottle? A scholar with good taste, perhaps.


Everything felt so nice. I just wanted to get closer.


<i>No, Mr Needle, I, too, can't believe Absolutists would sneak into the city. </i>


My wrinkles are starting to chafe. As an officer of the law, I demand you free me at once.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


I take nothing I don't want to. Time you stopped sucking air.


A pity for us both. Until later.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


*You feel yourself weakening even further. The power nestled within you needs to feed on the Weave, and soon.*


Hush, Arnell. The Moonmaiden guides her, don't you see?


You could flee from Mystra's calling. Live the life of a hermit once again, and succumb to the orb all the same. Only, it will be a death without purpose.


An owlbear. It had him on the ground before we had a chance to react.


This corpse has been desecrated - <i>displayed. </i>And there's nothing random about it.


'Fraid I've no time to help you, I've got too many bodies to check.


...<i>seriously? </i>I'll take any fool's coin. Call it charity if it makes you feel better about it.


Working... job... with sister...


Then we have an understanding. I look forward to our next meeting.


Dead. Good.


The gnomes should be able to go where they please. They are not the duergar's to keep.


Locomotion


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


((*far you've come. reach into memory - tell me of home*))


Dying Burning<br>v3


I knew he wouldn't leave me alone even when I was just another wretched toy for him to play with.


And you will wish you could return to this lost moment.


Not happening!


Invoco te!<br>v2


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


I- I know it won't be good like she used to do. But I think I remembered everything.


Heh. You may be right. And worse - yes, worse by the day.


For the Absolute!


We've got plenty bards as is - so talk a long walk off a short cliff, yeah?


Dissolve!


So long as Nightsong's in that cage, Ketheric will keep getting back up.


Still have some mugrot in the stores, but no blueleaf sap.


They tortured the githyanki to learn about the Astral Prism. Look like it went on for <i>days...</i>


I've got the plans and the sussur bark. Now I need somewhere to craft it all.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


Hurt


Fork is bored. Fork wants to MURDERISE.


... you test us, great one. There are other ways of showing devotion.


*Two styles, two eras. The statue was carved from newer stone and erected by late-comers to this ancient fortress.*


Can't live my life without you.


Yeah. I know she would.


What is <i>that</i>?


You need this.


I need to get off this roof NOW!


We were supposed to be catching trout today.<br>


A patriar needs to get down into the Lower City now and again. Must keep one's finger on the pulse, eh?


This is it - its will is weakening!


It's called <i>character</i>. Anyone will tell you that.


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


So much for the miracle of childbirth...


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


An advertisement in the Mouth, perhaps. No, their readers are hardly the right calibre.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


That portrait - it's been warded with necrotic magic.


I didn't realise you were frightened of wolves, Shadowheart.<br>


Well I'll be godsdamned - the Blade of Frontiers. Thought I'd shaken you for good. That'll teach me to underestimate you.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


The hostel's up that way. You won't find better around here, unless you can pay for it.


Aylin made short work of Rolan. If its revenge she wants, I'll have to show her some real wizardry.


Mystra's likeness... It's been some time since I stood before her in a place like this...


Caedo!


Bathe in blood and ruin.


We'd owe you a great debt. If we're forced to leave now, more of my people will die.


Ale me!


You have a faraway look on your face, Astarion. Did you forget what you were going to say? Happens to the best of us.


Nothing but rocks.


That is why we should make sure we are the ones giving the orders, rather than the ones on the receiving end of them.


<i>Most </i>caretakers would not give the child its fair chance, but I shall. There could be greatness in that shell.


The mind flayer won't like that. If we take that road, we'd better be very, very sure it's the right one.


Maintaining temperature - steady at the mark.


Not that I'd ever get the chance to list the Wyrm's Rock penthouse. Still... Wait a minute, I know a guy!


Resurg


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


Unnoticed. Good.


Blast it all. We need to find it, before it hexes us.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Vae victis!<br>v2


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Is it true? You've decided to replace me?


Really? Could you bring him here? You'd be glad of the help, wouldn't you, sir?


I've got you.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


I won't go on without you.


Go home. Cave. Mother!


Victory<br>


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


Why in the Nine Hells have you come back here, Karlach? What could you possibly want?


You are a very irritating girl.


Come quickly!


You must excuse my brother, he forgets that we have a very pressing engagement.


*The phrase 'welcome absence' catches in your mind - it is the refrain of a popular Sharran hymn.*


Something is wrong. Very wrong.


My apologies, but I cannot speak further. I have quite the mess to clean up.


Dal Lightspark... scout...


Ugh. Fresh goblin stench. They're close.


An offering from Moonrise Towers.


Effort v8


Weak


These grooves are fresh. A creature of the dark, staking its claim.


Aradin was convinced there was a hidden entrance in the temple of Selûne - I'd start there.


Let us see.


Roam where you want, pup. But don't give me a reason to tighten the leash.


Recovered <br>V2


The prisoner can keep his tongue - it's Spike's I'll be removing.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


*Successfully inputting this will destroy the foundry - wiping it from the face of the Forgotten Realms.*


...just don't leave me.


<i>Timmasks cause confusion in those that approach them. The tongue is... self-explanatory.</i>


Smoke. Something's burning.


My pleasure.


Impossible. My rivals would have stopped at nothing.


And to think I couldn't imagine this place could get any more foreboding...


The prisoners will say anything to get your attention. Do not acknowledge them.


'Archduke Gortash'. I like the sound of that.


Begone, death. You will not take me.


Whoever's skulking about - show yourself!


Ah! It's you, isn't it? You're the talk of this place, you know. I'm Isobel.


That was a mistake. I did not join you to continue my service to Ketheric.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


She's going to get herself killed out here, powers or not.


Now: let us caper, dance, and engage in every ribald pleasure before a new dawn breaks.


I can't work without a blueprint.


Just another crate.


You the one Greymon mentioned? Heard you killed that thievin' gnome. Where's my boots?


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


I don't really agree with Lord Gortash's methods, but the man does get things done.


Let them. Heroes are half the damn problem. Fools that believe in right and wrong - good and evil.


Looks like there's something through there. Can't reach it from here, though.


I've been watching you fight, Shadowheart. Your skills are improving.


Scratch really gave that ball life.


Hate you? The coast would sooner be swallowed whole by the Sea of Swords.


I sh-should be able to make it to the grove on my own. They need to know they're in danger.


You're being a real thorn in my side.


Fire might cleanse the wood-rot - but to little end, if you must burn down the forest entire.


Oh. Thank you. I owe you more than you know.


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


The Guild is a collective of specialists - not a private army.


Don't worry - I'm motivated to help you. Scars often tell such wonderful stories - I think yours might be truly exquisite. I'll see you soon.


We should infiltrate the devil's home. I have always dreamed of visiting the hells.


Oh no.


...and with company to match.


All right - let's try. We've gotten this far, after all. Just... let me do the talking. You'd be amazed what a pretty face can get away with.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


By the Exile - what <i>was</i> that?


Show you! Bite!


Used to your new look yet, Wyll? I for one think you look smashing.


I will too!


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


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


Apart from a torturer of lyres.


Mizora. She lives off crumbs from Zariel's table. I've always hated the lick-arse. Obviously, the feeling is mutual.


I pray plenty. Day and night. Don't mean I can't educate myself as well.


Put plainly - I'd like your blood. A vial of <i>True Soul's </i>blood, specifically.


No traps, please.


What? <i>Really</i>? What could they possibly offer you that I can't do better?


And you. I <i>trusted</i> you. Must every ally betray me?


Last I checked, none of us was tied to a leash.


I'll make sure the others know you tried, but nothing's changed.


I don't remember you.


---You are--
         ---the flaw----
-FLAW---


Impero mortuos!


This ritual Astarion's spawn-kin spoke of - it seems his master has prepared a homecoming.


I suppose it's up to me.


I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?


<i>Straj.</i> Psionic pressure, even more excruciating than I suffered at Moonrise. It will destroy our minds.


Fork is gonna MURDERISE you.


*Mizora's lips meet yours, and Nessus rises. You are locked in torrid struggle, each fighting to conquer the other.*


Out of harm's way.


Minsc was never one to <i>need</i> much persuading. Not when it came to spilling my people's blood.


Intellego!


Two centuries walking the streets and I never knew this was under them. What other wonders have I missed...


Fierce kid. Doubt she'll survive the shadows, but I hope she'll surprise us.


Now you need my help.


It's the chair - it's connected to the ship. And the ship's connected to the mind flayers.


*A single prod is enough to send his fury into a twisted spiral, wrapping around you then storming over to Jaheira.*


But my locket!


Effort v8


Pity I can't make heads nor tails of the rest of it.


An unexpected wrinkle, but we shall tend to them. You have done enough.


Mundus vult decipi!


If you'll agree to look for him, I'll make myself useful here. I've spotted an alchemist's scales and had already been dreaming up a little something to help fight off those loathsome cultists.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


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


But - because of you, Thaniel is safe. Because of you, I could help him, as he helped me. So thank you, my friend, and know that I have no regrets.


So, you finally saw the light and turned on your mistress.


Recovered


Shape... shifter... sworn to... Orin...


Cutting to the chase.


VO_SFX : Downed


Even horror has a home. Find her nest, and slay her there.


Hurt Critical


Stay calm, I'll get you up.


<i>Wait - that hum of power. There's a Netherstone nearby!</i>


Hells - not this again.


I hoped to find at least one monster that could be redeemed, but it seems not.


Such power - I can <i>feel </i>it.


My energy's draining. The darkness is taking its toll.


...Lae'zel.


Clause Z, Section Thirteen: <i>'If the soul-binder consents to separation, she will release the soul-bearer from all obligation within six months.'</i>


Now, is there anything you'd like to buy? If not, move along.


That was most of them - time to press on.


Never took you for a coward.


We need some time, if you don't mind.


Coming to this plane was a mistake.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Maybe things are finally getting better.


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


C'mon.


*You haven't got permission to remain here; now you'll need to defend yourself.*


Enchanted? Nice.


Hello, darling. Don't be shy, I promise not to bite until we've been formally introduced.


I hear shouting up ahead.


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


I been in some druids' grove. This one sprang me. Now move over, so I can tell Ragzlin myself!


Away, eye-watering stench!


This will look well in your nest, Boo.


Right tool will do the trick.


Stop interferin'!


What the...? I am quite fine standing, thank you!


Well - all right. This shouldn't take long.


Recovered <br>V3


If I can join you and get close to Moonrise, perhaps I can lift this curse, same as you may find a cure for your infection.


Oh it certainly looks that way, but inside it is swarming with brutish, stupid, rude githyanki.


Felled by mortals.


Let no enemy escape Her justice.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Of course. Of course! One look into his beady little eyes should be enough to tell Minsc there is pure and untainted goodness in this world.


You mean I'd get to prove you wrong <i>and </i>thrash you? I love it.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


*Hiss!* BAAAA.


Attack<br>var 2


*Second Tide is the Umberlant holy day when the timber harvest for shipbuilding is blessed by the sacrifice of a juvenile kraken.*


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Well that's dealt with. But she wasn't the one pulling the strings here.


Good. I do not like to stand idle.


<i>Weird</i>. Does your kind like mysterious buried treasure more than bullying birds?


No traps, please.


An acceptable conclusion. But it is a shame I won't know the pleasure of executing a wardevil.


Something good here, I hope.


I would have done the same thing in your shoes. But what do I know about heroes?


What is the creature doing to those corpses?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Any luck openin' this cage?


Well of course it meant nothing! She's a devil, she's hardly going to fall in love.


Perhaps we can share the experience by reaching into the Weave together.


You go to bed as normal, I'll take first watch tonight. And if he appears, I'll be happy to take care of him.


Ha ha. Ha ha ha! A ho-ho-hopeless situation. Ha ha ha ha ha!


A sussur tree. Spells will be unreliable.


A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.


But regardless, the plan is simple - find him, stop him from gaining almighty power, and then really enjoy killing him.


You've got to be half-troll for your head to be that hard. I'm not working for Zariel. I'm <i>running</i> from her.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


What? No - not you.


Someone - some<i>thing</i> - is watching.


We've had enough <i>rough </i>to last us a good long while.


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


We ran to help, but he just... exploded. I got so much blood and pulp in my eyes... When I looked back, Carrion was just stood there - completely unharmed.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Mortarch, do you know of another graveyard we could use?


Volo non fugia!


Forget your love. I have seventeen husbands, scattered across the Coast's shores. They are mere meat.


Always something, isn't it.


Let's turn the tables.


YES. YOU WILL WIN THE JACKPOT THIS TIME - I AM SURE OF IT.


That tone might work on swaddled babes and puppies, but I am neither, True Soul.


Dead at last - but it will be some time before his foul vapours fade from my nostrils.


Vis medicatrix!


Shit. You got one of Nere's Moonlanterns, <i>jargh</i>?


He has escaped. More victims will appear in his wake, unless he is stopped.


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


Hey, soldier.


*Your heart seizes. Under questioning, the creature might recognise you as its killer.*


Have I been this way before?


If you insist.


<i>Liar.</i>


Let's go.


If it is the Annals of Karsus we seek, undoubtedly they are behind the door bearing his name.


Always room for more.


Always makes my day better.


Not getting back in that thing.


That <i>is </i>why you come to her lair, I take it? To bargain?


I press my finger to your bond and find a shield - impenetrable. It is... beautiful.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


What're you still 'ere for? I said OUT!


Dame Aylin has <i>unleashed </i>on this place. Ketheric will be waiting for us on the rooftop. Let's help her finish the job.


And I've only scratched the surface. I want to know <i>everything</i>.


*Once again, your mind opens to Lae'zel, and she considers the disc.*


You don't know who you're messin with. I'll kill you and eat you like that dwarf!


Silentium!


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Though she does not remember what she has done, the child Shadowheart became a proud woman today. And a strong leader.


Most of what I know is based on reading into Sarevok's history. I'm sure it's nothing next to your personal experience, but I'll share what I have.


Less air, more ale!


An ancient prayer. But why hidden back here? And what's this symbol?


Bah - let Shar exact her own revenge, if she's so inclined. Our concerns lie far elsewhere.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


I don't know what that was, but it sounds decidedly unpleasant.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Who's the stubborn one now?


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


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Witness me - immortal, until the end of all days.


These collars are stained with blood. A gruesome end to the mystery of the missing pets.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I must reach there.


*Malignant flame crosses your vision as your patron borrows your gaze - sizing up the vision in front of you.*


Pick up your Gazette today to find out how to stay <i>safe</i>.


On the contrary. I made you. That thing in your heart has made you more powerful than you had any right to be. You're <i>welcome.</i>


Blek'ith! <i>Why?</i>


GONNA BREAK YOU UNDER MY BOOTS! GONNA BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD!


Begone, putrid boil!


Bluhrngh...


Closed Mouth Effort v11


There's a gap here. Could fit a mould or - I don't know, some other blacksmithery?


You have quite the imagination. But that's all it can ever be with you two. <i>Imagination</i>. The Absolute offers the real.


One touch and this will fall apart.


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


A hidden threat.


All right, but we're keeping our eyes on you.


Well - hold on, I didn't say that. The parasites still have their advantages.


The moment you step outside this room, all hells will break loose.


A book's all about the journey, Morgan. <i>Obviously</i>.


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


During my time in the cult, I came to know one of his co-conspirators all too well - Bhaal's blood-letter, Orin.


Leave me to rot. But don't abandon our city.


A pity to leave this land in the shadow curse's blighted grip. But the Absolute's threat dwarfs even this.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


*Deep purples swirl into familiar shapes: gnomes in mining gear chased by duergar.*


These two outsiders are threatening me, Ikaron.


It's lovely...


*You slept like a babe, straight through the night. Dreamless, thoughtless, and almost entirely free.*


Your expertise is noted.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Ahead of <i>us</i>, I hope. I've a feeling we've many more adventures to come.


Te video!


Silent as the grave.


Something's got this lava stirred up.<br>


Even I'm not thick enough to fall for the same trick twice. But keep it up, kid, and you'll be scamming with the greats in no time.


They spoke of the Absolute - same as that goblin, Sazza. Curious.


Virtus et scientia!


Saer Rotblood.


Prayers, charms, battle cries - the Harpers' work. They were primed for combat.


Wouldn't expect him to be very friendly after an aeon of captivity.


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


Help is on the way.


*Nothing happens.*


Toe ring... magic...


He'd just made sense of the formula when the cult jumped us - so he <i>burned </i>the damn thing.


Don't worry, I'm coming.


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


No one back home will ever believe this.<br>


Dammit all. I vowed to hunt vicious monsters, not join their ranks.


These tracks... squat, bow-legged... goblins, I'd say.


Ooh!


*This feels like home.*


We must act now - Boo is afraid, and I cannot stand to feel his quivering!


Now, now, Karlach, let's not be <i>hasty.</i> We've begun something far greater than that temper of yours. You have a Netherstone. That bears discussion.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


Nine-Fingers is done. My Zhentarim stand ready to purge this place of everyone loyal to her.


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


Hmm. You might find some use for that thing if it's melted down for arrowheads, but that's all.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Food?


A rodent with an attitude. Not unlike a few githyanki I've known.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


I'm sure you have questions.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


You wear the flayer's face, and yet your noble soul has not fled before it! I do not know if Boo or I would have your courage.<br>


Too much dust to be a new outpost. I wonder why my brethren abandoned this place.


This is meant to render people undead - <i>glorious!</i>


And it would mean setting off on another adventure together.


Nothing of value comes easy. Overcome my trials, and win my embrace.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


A little gratitude would be nice.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


*The masked creature eyes you dispassionately. Its only thoughts are of killing and servitude.*


The Emperor deserves no more than a blade in its belly. But you are right, we must explore every option -


There's something glimmering down there. Could be valuables - or spikes.


He's dead. Good riddance.<br>


*The dog's excited fervour wanes at your beckoning. It looks around for its master, ready to leave.*


I won't hurt them!


Falling


Dead. So <i>this</i> is Marcus' secret.


I don't like the look of that mushroom. I should stay clear.


Controlling them may still be an option, but it's a dangerous game.


Oh, hey. I remember you. Booked it from the grove before the druids could kick us.


We're closer than we've ever been to finishing this thing. And we got here with the Emperor's help.


Back so soon?


Neat thing. What's it do?


Bah, baby teeth and an unmarked muzzle. Some coward killed this bear before it was yet grown.


Wait, 'ave ya been tamperin' with our beer? That what ye've been standin' 'round 'ere for?


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


You are full of surprises, aren't you? Incredible.


I saw it, in your head. You follow someone else's orders. I'll deal with them, not you.


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


Sure. I'll just...


I feel so weak. There's necrotic magic at work here.<br>


A pair of wings? Hm.


This is no concern of yours. I'm simply demonstrating what happens when we fail to follow orders.


I have a lot on my mind.


The cure for what ails you.


Try, motherfucker! See what happens!


Ha. I believe you would.


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


Hideous trinket. Lacking in function or taste.


And if it comes to a fight? You'll not shy away from bloodshed I hope.


Curious vault - must be protecting something awfully valuable...<br>


It's becoming something of an obsession of mine. You see, these murders have been cropping up all over the city.


*Seven thousand vampire spawn, including the stolen children of the Gur hunters. What will you do with them all?*


Te adstringo linguam!


But this one is no less of a nightmare.


...I suppose I deserve that.


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


*Except all you can picture is citizens with their skulls splintering open, tentacles sprouting from broken mouths.*


Even though you're already here and all?


Note this trunk of lies.


Spoken like someone who's never heard a dragonborn throatsong.


*Your mind lurches into her thoughts. Her gratitude is mixed with wariness - because you have a gith with you.*


Vae victis!<br>v2


Drunk <br>V4


Forgive me for raising a hand against you. The dragonborn worked hard to stoke our paranoia - yet the fiend was working for the hag this whole time.


Careful. This thing's warded with a magic spell.


Te absolvo!


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


Laughter Maniacal


Well. This is quite the mess you've gotten us into.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Good luck out there. And if things start to go bad - remember the vial. Remember your oath.


I have little affection for Nightsong, but I would have less for you if you gave her up without a fight.


A hag's lair, I'd wager. Her rotten presence thickens the very air down here.


Yes. Until Jaheira gives me reason to think otherwise.


Circulus mortis!


This disappearing act is starting to get irksome.


You clearly haven't met - you wouldn't soon forget a man like him. I know I can't.


The rest of you - charge!


A close alliance.


Oh no. Tragic.


You won't pin me down with a rhyme, wizard!


Must you? Does Gale's will not come into it?


The elf is sailing away, leaving a dragon looking over Baldur's Gate. Do the histories make mention of it?


Nice flask. Could you use this thing, Gale?


((*we laid waste to many. but intruders remain. lakeward*))


How long must we patrol this wretched hole? We should be outside - spreading His word, enforcing His will!


Who... am... <i>I?</i>


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


*Her hands slip under your clothes, running down your chest, your stomach, between your legs...*


Bah! A lamp without a djinni is like a sphinx without a riddle - always a disappointment.


Down there in the damp, you mean.


Tight fit. I won't be getting back in that way.


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


I feel the Platinum Dragon shining through you, cleric. Be welcome.


I think he's taken his leave. Strange fellow.


You louse, you mite!


Been there, mate. Come back when you've coin, and we can talk, eh?


We have what we need to proceed, and not a moment too soon - a winged aasimar flew overhead, and now an assault is brewing against Moonrise.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Allow me to fetch that.


Something over there.


*You felt the magic of Karsus draining from the stones as the Crown plummeted to the bottom of the Chionthar. A useless trinket, nothing more.*


Hyenas birthing gnolls? How horrid.


Well praying didn't help...


I'll sweeten the deal - come back tonight, and I'll give you the good hammock.


Hold out your hands, <i>hoon.</i>


Hope that good old Aylin holy fervour returns to her soon. I don't like to see her looking so... lost.


This could all be over soon. If you can lend a hand at the Towers, I hope you will.


Undead coming out of the dark... What a hellhole this is.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 3


I will never know who laid the egg I hatched from, and until I met your family, I never thought to wonder...


I'm Jaheira, and if our goals align, I may just be pleased to meet you.


Young Wyll planned to court you, and to win your heart.


*The skull's empty eye sockets flare with an eldritch gleam.*


Hurt


Consider me intrigued.


*Balduran, the city's founder, gazes out to sea.*


<i>Yes, they are indeed paragons of virtue. But there's another hero, too. </i>


The Wilden Oak. Legend has it it's stood since the Age of Dawn.


Pretty good point, for a religious type. Which one's your god again?


Searching... Hunting... For 'weapon'...


The boss is always right. Even though he's so very <i>wrong</i>.


They're not attacking. Seems they think we're allies.


Three others escaped with him, though they lack even Thrumbo's modicum of intelligence. They can no doubt point you in his direction.


You ain't walking away from this.


<i>You</i> have a manner of irresistible desperation about you.


Obedi me!<br>v2


Those mushrooms have a curious symmetry.


Pop it open.


I'm <i>never </i>going back!


Maledicte es!


*Somehow, the guard buys your excuse. You're free to roam Wyrm's Rock Prison.*


The Murder Lord demands a better offering. Something new, sticky sweet and delicious. He wants <i>you</i>.


Yes. We will stay. We will wait.


Never thought I'd be followin' a drow of my own free will - and then come out of battle alive!


*Grunt.*


Not that you'll be grateful.


I stomp on the detritus of a <b>dead town </b>every day. Tell me of another life.


Doesn't work.


Expensive imports, no doubt. A shame they have wilted.


Underdark too gloomy for ya, shroom-sucker?


He stashed his canopic jar inside a zombie? Oh, the clever boy.


We're not done here.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.<br>


He made it. Now let's just hope he survives what's on the other side.


Best help before it gets worse.


Sine metu!


You, maybe. I'm more than ready.


Move.<br>


Time for a boost.


Every step, every breath, every thought shall be - the Minsc-est.<br>


Ah! My finger.


Do you think Shadowheart would approve? I saw how she looked at you earlier.


You think my immortality so easily destroyed? What you have done can be undone, though you will not live to see it.


Oh, yes! The cleric said something about Ethel and, uh, death. It's in a safe in the back.


<i>'My Life, Part 12, The Boring Opponent...'</i>


Evanesco!


Then it's over... at least, until a new Bhaalspawn emerges.


Are we gonna blow this place to bits or wot?


Sage advice. My Steel Watchers take unkindly to threats - no matter how hollow.


Effort v12


Please. The only devils here are you lot.


*Security*


Quiet.


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


I feel a lot safer now you're here - these ghosts wouldn't <i>dare </i>try anything!


I - I suppose it couldn't hurt.


You - what? NO.


For there are few things in this realm that can parallel the joy of hunting monsters with his shining star, his love.


((*go. cross the lake and <b>kill the drow</b>*))


It would be nice to have a mentor who <i>actually</i> taught me magic. Or was competent.


The patriars leave their guard dogs below. They must feel safe around the Steel Watch indeed.


Now that's a low button.


Stuck? Of course.


Beautiful. And terrifying.


The Hells have had their vengeance - and I doubt they are done with me.


Effort v3


As good a guess as any.


Is that so? Then the book's protections must be broken before its true nature can be understood.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


*Her thoughts probe your own, finding - freedom. <i>Heresy</i>.*


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Hm hm. How humiliating for thee.


I do. But sometimes I don't mind being lied to.


I heard the explosion - this never would've happened if we had some Steel Watchers here!


Stop that! How dare you...


Very well.


Huh? It... seems to have disappeared.


Not getting back in that thing.


Ale me!<br>v3


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


The air feels different. Colder.


I recognise this. A merregon wore it. But they won't fight without a commander...


You really don't want to make me angry.


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


*Your gold is of no interest, except in adding bribery to your charges. You belong in prison.*


Pretty good, pretty good.


If it's cheaper then it's bads. Popper only sells handcrafted, uh, hands.


Duergar corpses. What is this beast doing to them?


Where did the djinni find this crap?


You have the makings of a leader. Your actions have already inspired those around you.


A sad thing, to raise a child down in the darkness. Small wonder Shadowheart is so pale. And smelling of damp.


Muddy footprints all over.


Effort v7


Wait, that's it? 'You're doomed, sorry', and then off to the next adventure?


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


What the fuck are those?!


What? Oh. You're still here. Maybe <i>you</i> should take the walk.


I seek no quarrel with you, kin. Go, speak with our <i>Kith'rak</i>, she might require your help.


There's an adamantine forge back there, <i>jargh. </i>And I'm not the sharing type.


Perhaps a demonstration of why you need my help will motivate you to make the right decision.


What? <i>How? </i>Nine Hells...


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


PainOpen<br>var 2


Into the bloody fray!


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


Let me give you a hand.


Still - we got some decent stuff. Made a nice change from picking through your dusty pockets.


Thanks for ruining my fun.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


Effort v5


Look at that idol. Silvanus is an ancient and powerful god. I'm sure the magic inside it is... delicious.


Nothing.


I have done Vlaakith's will. I will be rewarded. <i>I must.</i>


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


No, I was thinking of a far more loathsome sound:


Vampire spawn assailing us in the night? I thought we had ample troubles as it was. At least Astarion is safe.


My bite could be stronger?


Yes?


Balthazar's dead. Luckily he can't use his necromancy on himself.<br>


What in the name of - what have you <i>done</i>?


Pallida mors!<br>v2


Whatever prevents you from doing what is necessary - face it, overcome it.


Then what about Dribbles? I heard he has a new show with Buddy the dog.


Halsin will be back any moment, surely - just need to hold on a little longer...


Harpers - hold this floor. Let none escape to warn the army - not until we've put Ketheric down.


'Sicarius'? An odd password, but all right. Once it works, I suppose...


Haha! Why would I do that?


You're smarter than that. It's part of what drew me to you.


What kind of contraption is this?


If I reach my contact in the city, I'll have my memories restored. Until then, I have to guard the artefact with my life.


Tsk. If she hadn't made a grand show of herself, my Steel Watch wouldn't have intervened.


*Whatever is within is stirring ever so slightly.*


... perhaps that doesn't translate. I don't know if githyanki have honey. Or vinegar. Or <i>flies</i>, even. Let's just show some restraint.


A mere interlude for the likes of you and I. But nevertheless, perhaps it is time for a new chapter.


Think you're clever, do you?


What is this bright tower? Strange.


Your cheeks are looking a bit pinker than usual.


*Your marrow quakes within your bones. Behind the pain, a new sensation rises: power.*


Looks like there's a chest buried in that hay.


Hah! Got an earful, did ya?


And... you and all now, I reckon. Go ahead, please - I'm sure you're expected.


Come on, shroomies, let's move!


If brute violence will not open it, there must be another way.


Ignore them, Umi. Go on, now - practise what you've learned.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Here. Give this bell a shake, speak the magic words, and you'll get what you've earned.


I would like to know more about this wyrm.


Look here!


Your body's a temple - to an idiot god.


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


Oh, Malar's mark. Here we go.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


In your dreams, knobhead.


Always makes my day better.


*The red dragon appears, poised to carry you to Tu'narath. The queen's covenant is fulfilled at last.*


Well. This is quite the mess you've gotten us into.


The Society of Brilliance believes that it's possible to raise a githyanki to be good.


Maybe I need more pockets.


<i>But no matter, I desire solitude. Leave me.</i>


Is too! I tunnelled in for a little thieving. Same as you, looks like.


You wound my honour! Consider me a peer for your vice.


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


Get Nere out and you'll have the Absolute's blessing, no doubting that.


Do not struggle, I have you.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


<i>But I could do with your assistance. You remain attached to your physical form. I suggest you shed that attachment. </i>


No! Please no! I'm innocent!


Effort v8


But it matters not, the doors are sealed. None are to enter, none are to leave.


Veni et iuva me!


Frange!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v11


An audience with the Absolute. That is my destiny. My <i>right.</i>


Father saved me. I was a nasty, evil thing, but his treatments made me good. I - I'm cured.


Victory v3


Scram.


We'll let the night run its course. And when everything is quieting down, safe in the arms of sleep, I'll come by to find safety in yours.


You'd have to be a fool to pick a fight with that lot. Best to keep away for now...


<i>Are you so keen to know my pain, young gith?</i>


Fists seem tired, don't they? Maybe some silver would perk them up - and get the line moving.


This is it - protect your illithid ally while they cast the spell!


I have power enough to share.


That's quite an egg.


I would have words with you.


This is the cost of your transgression.


Of course, if I succeed in wielding the crown, she'll have no say on the matter. But first, we must find a way to claim it.


This should burn going down.


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


I had hoped you'd join me on the Council - but the Blade's spirit is indomitable. You are destined for greatness.


They're not leaving here alive - let them learn it the hard way.


How about now?


CoughIll
var 4


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


*Magic tickles your senses, the same you felt around the Flaming Fist in Basilisk Gate. Someone, or something, has tampered with his memory.*


I hope Aylin's all right. Can't wait to have her in my arms again...


Looks like you need a little help.<br>


He is... absent. At peace.


Looks empty.


Pretty beautiful, isn't it?


You're no hero, no matter what the others say.


*With a jerk, you're pulled from the vision. The presence within shrinks - begging you not to run through it.*


*You seem to have rather aggravated the situation. The guards are being summoned.*


The Hells threatened to swallow the city. I made the only choice I could.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


The Dread Lord calls!


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


<i>Good. </i>That's how it should be.


Let us catch our breath, then we'll be right behind you, weapons at the ready.


Oohoohoo! This day has ended so much better than it started.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


There's a tension between us no doubt, but it's not the chemistry I took it for. I just don't like you very much. So, if you'll excuse me, I've better places to be.


Another fortune yet stands before you. A warrior's flesh, rarely tasted.


Pleasure to serve.


You came to me for help. Do you want it or not?


And mine. Oh-ho! And mine. Though one thing I find <i>quite </i>distasteful is being kept outside our intended city.


We draw near the source, then.


<i>Our</i> tyranny. And we are saviours. Defenders of the Sword Coast. Our loyal subjects will love us, not hate us.


Recovered


*And, of course, you'll be feeding for two now, thanks to your guest. Until it deigns to feast on your brains and split you open to reveal a newborn mind flayer...*


Lies. Just get rid of her.


If you say so, soldier. Might want to start learning to swing a sword. Stay behind me until then - I'll crack anyone who messes with you.


And I'm tired of good people dying. That's for sure.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Seco!


Halsin? Halsin!<br>


Smug words for a walking corpse. <i>Zavagh!</i>


Head, smashed. A crude kill, but a potent one.


Walk away, petal. And when the time comes and your back is up against the wall, you'll have the guts and glory of a hag at your side. You'll have <i>me.</i>


That was close. Get me out of here...


Now, up, up, double sharp! Or poor Buddy here might think you don't like him.


Didn't work. What now...


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Snore
zzZzz
v2


You fight as well as any Harper. Careful, or Jaheira might have to keep you.


Mirror mushrooms. Step on the wrong one - and plummet to your death.


So, Astarion. Which of us would you rather feed on? If you had free rein?


Effort v7


'Appily. Lead the way.


Thorm... the question... the answer...


Eiecto te!<br>v3


I told you already - I want to speak to whoever's <i>really </i>in charge.


Cultists ambushed us in the darkness - lined us up one by one...


I WILL BE OBEYED!


Para bellum!


Watch it, you - there's no guarantee Umberlee'll save you from a second drowning.


Finally free. I must find my kin.


You could feed an army with an egg that size... if you found an intact one.


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


It is something that General Thorm desires, and that he has ordered us to retrieve. That is all you need to know.


And not even a <i>whisker </i>light. Gods, you're a boring bastard.


Now, there's thirty in that pouch, forty in that one, eighteen, no, seventeen - wait.


And a more deserving one this time around.


The Dead Three and that bulging brain of theirs are a threat to more than this trifling city, you know.


I'd like some time alone now. We'll talk soon.


Didn't expect Ketheric to retreat - not sure he has. Could be a trap.


Eating is such a waste of time. Finding good food on this plane even more so.


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


<b>I WILL NOT BE REJECTED.</b>


CoughIll<br>var 2


Another letter from Orin.


<i>Let's see what the cub can do!</i>


Torre!


I can close that up fast.


Waste of my skills.


So, I've been travelling with a vampire? One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Arde!


Give them nine hells.


*The stones were supposed to allow you to dominate the brain - the Emperor said so. But it didn't work.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Yes, my queen.


<i>MIND CONTROL CHARMS! GET YOUR MIND CONTROL CHARMS HERE!</i>


It's decided. Let's go.


But whatever our fates, we should accept them. Not everyone is meant to live longer than the stars.


Hopefully Dame Aylin will be back to herself by then, so she can congratulate me on a murtherer well-broken.


Sounds like they've captured themselves a bard...


Falling<br>Var 2


Something over there.


Tonight we drink to them!


No bleeding out on my watch.


Not luck. <i>Skill.</i>


Rather unsuccessfully, it would seem. <br>


*There is no visible means of operating the device.*


Must've been those strangers!


Something's off. Pure shadow - around me, inside me.


No! Why?!


Arrogant <i>swine</i>.


I bring aid.


PHEW! A blast straight to the heart, was that one.


*The mechanisms are completely unrecognisable at first, but then you spy an empty socket.*


I won't keep you waiting.


Lead the way.


Ugh.


Well... cuz that's what you <i>are</i>, innit? One of them as hears our thoughts - and the voice of the Absolute.


I bet we can work out how to open it.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Might be useful.


I'll take that.


Yeah. I'll come down soon. Sorry.


Pizzled rancour!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Oh. Interesting.


You'll have more gratitude than you know how to count once the Nightsong is in my hands. Do you have it or not?


Barrelstalks, full of poison - and under myconid control, no doubt.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


*You recognise the symbol: it belongs to those sworn to Lathander, god of dawn and renewal.*


The grove isn't safe. Not anymore.


The illithids have not erased him entire. Perhaps there is hope yet.


But I won't give you love.


My body calls me to kneel and slip my hand into the mulch... I think it remembers... I may have killed this one in months past.


Astarion seems well - full of life, even. I hope that does not mean that someone else is <i>lacking </i>life.


This stuff's seen better days...


Joking aside, thank you. You won't regret this - I promise.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Gale! Come on, magic man, hang on!


And encourage you to browse my bits and pieces, of course. Let me know if anything catches your eye - myself included.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


It was. Thank you.


Besides - such a sacrifice won't be necessary if I claim the Crown of Karsus.


You deserve this, treacherous <i>prick</i>.


Fog?!


Open.


Tenebra!


Vita excolatur!


Closed Mouth Effort v6


There could be <i>thousands</i>. But they'd lose their nerve if we found the right weak spot.


What do ya wanna know?


If you're mistaken, this could be the end of everything. We will be failing, right at the last hurdle.


The whisper is, Lord Gortash is dead! But if someone asks, you didn't hear it from me. Unless that someone has more juicy details!


Ubi es?


A letter from Orin? Not the sort of quill-pal I'd wish for...


Well, that shoudn't be <i>particularly</i> difficult.


Lovely day, this. For now.


The safe lingers behind the right-hand painting of Raphael. He almost spends more time staring at those portraits than he does at me.


Farewell until we next meet, friend. And for as long as Last Light stands, you're forever welcome.


And what does your gith companion have to say about that?


You've made a grave mistake.


Victory v3


Ale me!<br>v3


I take no responsibility for your plants. You know I'm more of a mushroom man.


They already heard how you disgraced yourself before Lady Shar. How she marked you as the enemy. But it is quite another thing for them to see it for themselves.


As much space as I possibly can.


What in the hells are you doing?


Funny. And sad. Z'rell: Kill this fool.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Let the wizard lick his wounds. Write some rickety rhymes, and weep most manfully into his hamster's hide. Eh - his <i>cat's</i> hide.


You most certainly are not. And whoever you are, you are already trying my extremely limited patience.


No ordinary tadpole, that. I can hear its call, deep in my head.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


We should check it out - but be careful.


Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?


Planting explosives in toys? Is Arfur intent on maiming children?<br>


Vast world out there.


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


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


Need to find a way forward.<br>


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


This place reeks of death.


And yet I have noticed you, and I do not like what I see.


<i>It is a big decision, perhaps the biggest you will ever make. No doubt your allies will have their opinions on it. Talk to them, before you commit - once you do, there will be no turning back. </i>


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


This cursed place is far from our Lady's favour - why would you walk here?


Orin told me she made a fool of you, but I should've known you wouldn't go down that easy.


Break time! Heading to the roof - sort your own drinks in the meantime.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Down, then - to see what waits.


Again with that judgy look. Well, I don't care what you think about the charms, I care about being safe.


Whatever has become of him, it is the relic that matters.


You're teasing me now. I'm certain of it.


It's a little obvious, frankly.


<i>Go away.</i>


Is something afoot?


I told you that I was a magistrate in Baldur's Gate, but that's only part of it.


Perhaps we will see him again, when we walk into his master's trap.


Perhaps you'll learn more in time then. If we have time, that is.


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


Not yet, I'm afraid. But my expectations are very, <i>very </i>high!


I sensed the soul within you chained to the to the contract. You do not deserve to call such a man 'Master'.


Best head inside. There's food and warmth to spare.


Cuz I'm loyal to Maglubiyet! Cuz I ain't havin' my 'ed turned by some upstart god!


How quaint! The hamster has a pet.<br>


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


Anything useful?


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


Laughter


I don't care what he's offering - I wouldn't have been so quick to sign with the devil.


Perhaps one day, we will learn to conquer the stars.


Ale? Don't even say it...


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Still breathing, despite everything.<br>


More of the mind flayers' pets.


Bomb in my head about to go off. Great.


Do not fret. Until another takes your place - you will have all the time in the many worlds to ponder. TOODLES!


*From the far distance, you hear a blast of goblin voices.*


*Ravengard was here, in this pod, not long ago.*


There is a note, beneath the canvas.


The collection is to be seen, not touched.


Hah! How y'like the smell of innocence? Bu' you're a good sport - so what was I sayin'?


Another gem. They must be used for something.<br>


Corellon's star! That is <i>grotesque</i>.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Falling


Finally free. I must find my kin.


Not now, perhaps.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


I can't believe I'm doing this.


Macte virtute!<br>v3


*As you fall asleep, you are a shivering and shaking mess.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Kiai<br>Var 4


Oh? You've got some juicy little tidbit I haven't heard yet?


*Killing Orpheus would leave you without his protection. You would be dooming yourself to be the Netherbrain's thrall.*


A little help from a friend.


One day, I'll catch a break.


Why the hells was this 'Halsin' messing with tadpoles?<br>


Effort v8


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


Let's see what we have...


An affront to the High Harper will be paid in blood.


They survived the dark, Majesty! Praise be.


*It may have been unwise to reveal just how much gold you have on your person.*


Merciless, but beautiful in its own way... Sounds familiar.


Bloody hell!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


It... it seems the key has gone missing. My apologies to Mother Superior. I must have misplaced it.


We'll need more business than this to keep the place afloat.


Interesting is an understatement, dear one.


I'm sure they were very enthusiastic. But zeal without efficacy is for <i>children</i>. Not servants.


Perhaps one day the book will reveal its secrets to you. Until then - they are best left between its covers.


My findings could change the perception of your kind and the peoples of the Underdark for generations to come.


The slavers are gone - Nere must be dead by now. Just need to grab his head.


It was a beast who took her life - an unnatural one whose very existence is an affront to Umberlee.


Seems the 'shrooms are letting in more people every day.


These boots have seen everything.


Don't spare the fire-arrows. Let's see if goblins are prettier with a coat of burning oil on.<br>


Was it? Was it <i>truly</i>? I don't believe that. Not for a second.


Tell me, pet: who's our first target?


You know what you need? A ripper of a ballad! Prepare your heart, nay - your very soul!


And the vaunted blade - it is <i>mine.</i>


Voco spicae!


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


Foul play afoot or tragic accident? The Baldur's Mouth investigates.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


A brain-hole has opened! Go, Boo, go!


You've made a grave mistake.


<i>(You mustn't have heard me before: DO. NOT. TOUCH. THE TOMES.)</i>


Well, I'm stealin' on my own when we get to Baldur's Gate.


Destroying this place is the Absolute's will. Would you defy Her?


And <i>you </i>will decide what is right?


You must be doing something right if you're on the Baldur's Mouth Gazette's shit list.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


I dunno. You don't look <i>that </i>scary.


*'But Gith had nurtured a son. Orpheus, Prince of the Comet, the True Heir! He knew Vlaakith's treachery.'*


Yet even a feared <i>sarth</i> could not break you in battle. Yes - you may be of considerable use.


<i>Chk - </i>a worthy ally, perhaps. But I'll waste no time chasing devils while a tadpole feasts on our skulls.


This place look all too familiar for my tastes. Just how deep does it go?


Dying Burning<br>v2


Ah. True Soul. How glad I am to see you again.


Volo non fugia!


It's just business. If there was money in being good, the Zhentarim would be pure as paladins.


It's fine. I have a very robust sense of humour.


One that's happy to use his fangs, it seems.


Besides, I've grown quite fond of this merry band of ours, and I'd quite like to see what happens to it.


It belonged to a merregon. Infernal soldiers.


I claim you for the Absolute!


I have thwarted the <i>ghaik</i> Grand Design. I have honoured my people, I have secured their future. our duty is fulfilled.


Pockets running a little empty, are they?


You're the True Soul we're taking to Moonrise, I'm guessing?


Effort v5


No use fighting. We need to make tracks!


You have Thorm's Netherstone. We must discuss what that means.


I don't feel too good. What did that druid scratch me with?


A strange sight indeed - and I've seen a great many.


--- Inconsequential -- Just a vessel -- - One of many -
-- It will perish - We will survive -
- We are the power that links you all ---


Consider it in the past now. We must look forward.


Gale's glowing with magic. Mystra must be mighty happy right about now.


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Again? Really?


Strange marking. What's it mean?


One of his mates woz a tasty-lookin' long pig - but he ain't ready for the spit yet.


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


I doubt I'll ever sleep again, for fear she'll be swiped from under my nose.


I would sooner sniff Boo's butt.


It's done. It had to be done. Astarion was... out of control. Gods <i>dammit.</i>


Used to love those - the ones about Kith'rak Voss were my favourite.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


If any of your stuff goes missing, just let me know. You're family now.


*You catch a glimpse of the lute-playing Flaming Fist. It's the catatonic man you encountered in Last Light Inn.*


Do not be craven. He stole your life. You deserve more than revenge - you deserve to take everything from him.


The objective of the scalpel, sisters, is to soothe, for the scalpel, indeed, is an extension of Shar.


Your fate is set. You will pay the price of Ulder Ravengard's death!


Attack Critical<br>var3


You revealed no fear to me... but perhaps spiders will enweb your courage.


Moonmaiden - have mercy on this poor soul.


Now, I wonder who that could be?


GruntAngry<br>var 3


*It doesn't take much. The sigils fade, the circle's tainted magic dissolving harmlessly into the ether.*


Better move in carefully.<br>


Effort v2


Enough to clean Crimson's cage but not enough to organise the wine - Madam Lucretious is very particular.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Acidum!


Right as fallin' rain. What's it to you, chuffer?


I'm ready. I... I... Stand back, I'm going to -


Our dead deserve a sober tribute. Not this... <i>display.</i>


*What will he say when he finds you can walk in the sunlight and he can't?*


Malleus! v2


Spurious prune-tart.


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


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


<i>What I found was an illithid colony, where I acquired a tadpole much like yours, and became a mind flayer, enthralled to the elder brain.</i>


Oh yes? Show me.


Now they see me...


DRAGON SHOVEL IS GONNA EAT YOUR BABIES.


By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gale?


Curious. I could never quite tell if she was proud of them or not.


Ah, well. If Boo were to be <i>technical</i>, he would say that it is not Jaheira alone who saved Minsc. It was this one here.


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


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


Busy, sorry.


*Just ahead, the diabolical figure called Karlach cuts through demonic invaders, her single horn blazing in flame. You are the hunter, and she is your prey.*


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I like her, and I bet she's a wildcat after midnight, but I'm just not sure I <i>trust </i>her yet. Mind yourself, all right?


What are you playing at? I will find a way yet to free the prince. This was my promise!


What's hiding here?


<i>Whatever our next step, we each have our own path to forge. Mine stranger than I ever believed possible - and yet, possible.</i>


This is your end!


Our lord Tyr told us of your guise: The one-horned tiefling hiding the devil within. Servant of Zariel, soldier of the Blood War.


In need of a hand?


No, no - nothing like that. Though if I fail to treat it then the consequences would not be contained to me alone.


*No tales of wilfully surrendering memory come to mind.*


But we're back now. Safe. And we can have soup! I made it. Want some?


I do.


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


You - you felt him? Extraordinary. Maybe what is lost... can be found.


Hm. Are you, by any chance, the bad smell that followed me up from the sewer?


<i>Tuuch! Tuuch! Tuuch!</i>


Long ride down. Is this... the Underdark?


Wyvern Whiskey, from Nimbral. Only the guild in Waterdeep imports this, I believe...


I'll be. Is lava supposed to do that?


I will take my pick.


As long as you don't remove any of the artefacts, nobody will remove your skin.


I see it - what's to come.


Please go in, my Liege! And take care to watch your step!


Et alibi!<br>v2


If this is a lie, it is a dangerous one. Show me.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Lia, answer me. Where is Cal?


Closed Mouth Effort v5


The Guild will kill us for this - if we're lucky. I hope you're bloody happy.


Go quietly, kin. The <i>sa'varsh</i> here<i> </i>does not like to be interrupted.


The Nielsen boy is a lovely chap - good family stock too. This marriage is for the best, you'll see.


That was too close of a fight for my liking. Better be careful down here.<br>


Poor fool. He resisted the Dark Lady's embrace, and suffered for it. He should have just accepted her.


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers?<br>


Out of sight, out of mind.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Wherever we are, it's falling apart.<br>


Holy fucking hells.


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


But it's... unpleasant. So how about we be civilised about this, hmm? I have something you <i>want.</i>


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


Such imagery. You are an <i>artist </i>with a weapon in your hand, I can tell.


The djinni's so-called treasures are worthless.


Don't mind if I do.


Thou inglorious hog.


<i>Raphael! </i>I can smell him all over you. Where is he?!


After years working here, though, Mamzell is like family, and makes sure our clients treat us with as much respect as we want to be treated with.


Yeah? That lot always were a bit soft.


In our hands, it keeps this city ticking over. Stock in merchants' stalls, food in hungry bellies.


This isn't coin - it's <i>paper</i>.


There is a stamp on your soul, as distinct as a mason's mark. Raphael owns you, just as he owns me.


Attack<br>var 2


Better pick my next target wisely.


What can I say? I'm a creature of habit.


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


Oh. It was probably pointless anyway.


I'll take that.


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


Absolute's army won't stand a chance. Gortash'll crush 'em like roaches under his boot.


It was not ideal... but not without its positives either. I did what was necessary to survive. And perhaps a few things that were less than necessary.


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


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


*Congratulations - you've convinced them to give you access. Now what?*


Not sure I've got the energy for any vigorous adventuring after all that excitement. I'll be back at camp, counting my blessings.


This is... well... <i>most</i> unorthodox. So it shall be.


Is that what a mind flayer looks like on the inside? As if the outside wasn't disturbing enough.


The service here is worse than ever. What do you have to do to get a drink around here?


You are Gale, Wizard of Waterdeep, and with or without Mystra, you are as great a practitioner of magic as anyone I have ever known.


He attacked Master Halsin and I in the woods, leading a pack of goblins.


Think the bar is open?


Not like you needed it.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


I've got you.


<i>It's weakened - this is our chance.</i>


What's next?


Don't worry. Even if I could remember them, none could withstand comparison to you.


Stop that.


Into the bloody fray!


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


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


Relationship? Such terms belong to civilisation - a little unfamiliar to my lips. You know what we share is more fluid, more founded in the principles of nature.


-- necromancer - dead --- - tyrant fallen --
-- only changeling remains ---- KILL HER -


We'll be butchered alive when the Absolute gets here - and they won't care a fig.


Is that Darkmaw the Wicked? I don't believe it.


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


*You are the Blade of Frontiers. You'd conquered bugbears and banshees! You'd conquer this challenge, too.*


Shadowheart. One moment...


We have the barricades - just not the warriors to man them. If we're to survive, we'll need to thin the goblin numbers quickly.


*Your confession isn't enough to earn you your freedom. Though the other guards will laugh when they hear about it.*<br>


Dedicated to the moonwitch - no - <i>moonmaiden</i>. She is not the enemy.


I suspect that what you seek might <i>also</i> be found beneath the Counting House. I tell you this only as a matter of mutual interest.


Nina - come back! You've condemned a child for nothing more than your own <i>amusement.</i> Kelemvor's judgement upon you, wretch.


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


For the sake of scholarship, give me that egg!


Eiecto te!<br>v3


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


He never did salvage the Crown of Karsus.


I can't believe we made it.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


Better.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


I better hurry.


Just so.


Shouldn't have bet the rent on that dice throw. What was I thinking?


No matter. He is gored now. All maggot meal and bone-broken by your humbled butchery.


Wait. You're... joking, yeah?


Karlach was here when I went to sleep... Where is she?


Then share it with the Realms. After all, it does little good collecting dust in an old tower.


Only this? Gladly. Once you hand me the artefact.


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


I'm sure there are other bugbears to kill. Best of luck finding them.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


She's <i>gone,</i> Rolan. I saw it.


There must be a way to reverse what those tentacled freaks did.


Viam sapientiae!


Fitting. Seeing you fight makes us, makes <i>me</i>, feel like I'm capable of anything.


I'm on my way!


Of course - the <i>book.</i>


*Duergar society is shrouded in mystery. Nothing useful comes to mind.*


But as we seem so intent on doing things differently today, why not?


Brother - your sword!


Clausus!


What's this? Cheese? Or something that used to be cheese...


Laughter


I'm slipping away. Help.<br>


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


You're so very welcome. Now - you must have better things to do than hang around in a stable, surely?


Down by the Blushing Mermaid, there's a stink of something <i>fey</i>. Smell of arse, too, but boss doesn't care about that.


I felt for the bard, seeing you like that. Poor Alfira never stood a chance, did she?


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


You had your chance, and you wasted it.


Something over there.


Come on, soldier.


A philosopher... Who could've thought. Name's Zorru.


I'm not done with you yet. My parents. Where are they?


You'll have to stop by my house - just at the edge of the forest!


Hey. Something clicked in place above.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


Runnin' out of time, worgmeat. My family'll be 'ere soon. Lemme <i>out</i>.


The feeling's highly mutual, bear man.


Laughter Maniacal


Protect yourself. For now, we've no other choice - when she hears the truth, Vlaakith will absolve us.


This is no typical gloom. Need to stay alert.


Paw prints? Where do they lead?<br>


I've seduced people who repulsed me more times than I can count.


<i>Steel Watcher - on guard! </i>


A little soothing's in order.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


You are here because something grieves you. Perhaps you know what that is. Perhaps you merely <i>think </i>you know.


Oh this is far too nice to be duergar-made.


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


An idol of the Lady of Loss - now found. Lovely.


Now, uh, look guv, don't shoot the messenger, all right? I just hawk the broadsheet, I don't pen it.


Yes. You are right. There is work, only work. I will clear the rock.


And again, we leave this place blighted by the curse. Always a bigger battle somewhere else.


You will make a pretty feast.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


*You glimpse a future where you lose all the gifts the parasite gave you - a future where you no longer see the sun.*


Or <i>you</i> can be the one to return all that money, and get a nice, shiny reward in return.


Generous, but I'd prefer to keep it. It may be rather valuable.


Maior, fortior!


For a little while longer, you and I are destined to fight side by side, but if the shades don't take you, I have the next claim on your head.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Yes yes. Bhaal shudders beneath us. He calls our crimson forth. He will be sated.


*Mizora's body burns, but when your lips meet hers, they are cold as Cania itself. She is void, she is nothingness. She is here to be lost in.*


Laughter Maniacal


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


This one's smile distresses Boo. If it is slaughter he wants, I will give it to him <i>directly</i>.


You will do more than 'see'.


Wait. Perhaps we <i>shouldn't</i>. You're not the one I need to talk to, are you? Not really.


Another scrying eye. Best to keep my distance.


*You suddenly feel a strange anxiety take hold - not your own, but that of the artefact you carry. Somehow, <i>it's afraid</i>...*


Not your best moment.


Victory v3


I won't be guilted into indulging your whims. I have my limits, and you will respect them.


AARGH! P-please, why... s-stop... pl...ease... I -


That ritual was my one shot at security, at independence - and you snatched it from my hands.


His spirit screams within these walls now. I think it's time you joined him.


Did I play games like this in my youth? Was I sweet once?


Glad you and Karlach are all right. Well - as all right as any of us.


I hope your goddess is pleased.


My senses betray me. What is it that I'm missing?


Wasn't expecting that. This jar fights back.


Shh! Boss!


*If you want to be free of your Urge, you must confront your past.*


Grand Duke though he may now be, every highsun, Wyll still maketh time to tend to more humble roots.


I've got just the fix.


Ooo, if you <i>dare </i>rob Master of their birthright, you will have Bhaal to answer to! As genocidal maniacs go, he is not the nicest!


A common misconception. Even the simplest of flavours are elevated by the choice to appreciate them. Don't deny yourself such pleasures.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


TEAR 'EM APART!


Recovered <br>V3


Too... far... gone...


Mm, mm, Thaniel and me are...
Climb, climb, climbing up a tree...


A true child of the Nightsinger embraces the shadows and passes unseen.


You did it. You really did it. There's no coming back from this, Astarion. Was it worth it?


The Banites must have a way of getting to and from the prison. I suggest you search the docks.


Was't your father a flounder?


Shame it's only pretending to be 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. That sounds <i>fascinating</i>.


<i>What.</i>


Death. We will butcher the <i>ghaik</i>, and free Orpheus from its grasp. Gith's Heir will rise once more!


Oh my sweet, there are no vampires like me. And there never will be again.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Turning your back on the needy to save your own skin? Maybe we'll get along after all.


When he is not with his troops, he is usually at the rooftop chapel, where he communes with the Absolute, while surveying his army from above.


The Warden has eyes everywhere. And ears.


Hells - we've run out of options.


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


Gale of Waterdeep. You look well.


So that, one day... we might <i>destroy</i> them.


That's getting me nowhere.


PainOpen<br>var 1


This cowl is exquisite - Gale would love it.


*Your embarrassment is noted - but you are to be swiftly removed from the premises regardless.*


A drow...? Erm, I mean, glory to you, madam.


*In the darkness, he instinctively caresses your neck, before realising he must do worse. He squeezes your rear with a limp grasp.*


By the hells' fires, has your heart shrunk so small?


On that note, I'd better head back to my bunk. <i>You </i>might not be able to touch me, but you've given me a lot to... <i>think </i>about.


Karlach. Know you part us with honour. You are strong. You are ready.<br>


Upstairs, downstairs, in boxes, atop chairs - it matters not. The moment we find it, it vanishes. This is a fool's errand.


Another quirk of my affliction.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


Oh yes, that's yours all right. Even stale, I'd recognise that bouquet anywhere.


Obedi me!


You have already made that choice. You returned Ketheric's relic to him. Perhaps you won his favour - but now you must face the full force of his power, alone.


Living flesh - or some residue of it. Perhaps something nests in the rafters above.


We... we need you, sir. One of our own's been taken - a Grand Duke. You might know something that could help us bring him back.


Look, you obviously want something. What is it?


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Stabilio!


How close you are. Two hearts beating a perfect rhythm.


These Selûnite words do nothing.


Happy to assist a friend.


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


They're not attacking. Seems they think we're allies.


Gnolls and goblins marked on the map. Travel won't be easy.


Effort v3


*Her mind enters yours, a splinter of ice piercing your memories.*


Your rage is most impressive, Karlach. If the lesson is to not provoke your temper, consider it well-learned.


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


So, we kill Gortash or Gale dies? It's not an easy call.


He's down. Time to hit him with all I've got.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Good - try using it on that machine next to me.


*Draconic essence infuses the helm, instilling you with power for as long as you wear it.*


You were an excellent friend, Scratch - and that's coming from a cat-lover.


A... a drow? Why the hells would you bring her <i>here</i>?


*The passage narrows and bends, becoming impassable before you're even elbow-deep.*


That thing doesn't look too happy to be free.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Let me be. I've got to get Beldron out of there!


Effort v12


Tails!


An ugly thought. With the echo of truth to it.


The Inquisitor? On what grounds?


My sense of self-preservation outmuscled it on this occasion.


You won't deny me.


Hark! A dung golem!


Poxy pissered pervert!


Oh, here we go.


The truth according to Gale: the abridged edition. Now, care to tell me the details, or will you be leaving me to guess?


<i>But whoever becomes the Absolute faces a war with the entire githyanki army.</i>


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


That must have hurt.


Inveniam viam!


Understood.


Busy times. Maybe later.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Weapon at ready, lass - company's calling.


Better find a way out - I haven't come this far just to wind up in a cell.


Time to kill the hag - permanently.


Trust is a rare currency. Not sure I'd spend it on someone who drew a knife on me moments after I met them.


Boy! At the ready. Once I've taken control of the aasimar, she must go directly into the caging runes.


Do you mind?


I handled it perfectly! It's you and your damn engine that ruined it.


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


Oakfather... a mind flayer spawn. You should be far gone by now.


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


Then we'll gut them like the rest.


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


I'll write an anonymous account of your largesse, then! None will know your name, yet your doings will live on!


The words of the Treefather, spoken plain.


I should get these wounds taken care of.


The tower sits on top of a <i>ghaik</i> infestation. How deep does it run?


Please - keep bothering me. I've no work to get on with.


What to choose?


It's taken me long enough to find you. I'll be damned if I'm letting you go.


Of course. But please remember: you're not the only one in need.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


A gem. Looks like it might fit in the altar from before.<br>


A word is in order.


<b><i>It will not be broken by you. </i></b>


But hey - enough about that. That's history now. I want to think about the future.


*No need for bloodshed? It appears Faerûn's Fellowship of Financiers respectfully disagrees.*


Everyone looks so tired. You should have let me <i>help</i>.


Help! Someone, please!<br>


Returning from Elturel, I discovered the plans of the Absolutists. I immediately realised the city couldn't defend itself against such an army.


You do look the sort. Well - if you're craving blood, better theirs than mine.


Perhaps we should exercise a <i>touch</i> more caution in future.


Treachery... doppelgangers... cult...


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on the githyanki nearby.


Omnia mutantur!


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


Why don't you take a long walk off a short cliff?


Chult, Thay, Amn, Waterdeep... there is a world of wonders to discover, and boundless Realms to conquer.


And how long has that career been exactly?


Clag-bottomed coward!


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Hells. We've got a vampire among us?


Now, I must return to my prey. It  has been too long since it felt the bite of fear.


Take... prisoners to... Moonrise...


I have worked too long on this ritual to have that brat spoil it now.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Effort v7


Te exsecror!<br>v3


That was Gortash - the 'gauntlet of Bane'. The man who sold me to Zariel. I'm fucking speechless.


Anything of use?


*You can't tell if the mind flayer is smiling or not. A symptom of your wider problem.*


Well, well. The fabled haunt of Nine-Fingers Keene.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Many came... few left... men slaughtered...


The boys ready?


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


I have something to ask.


Move on.


The shadow curse still holds sway - please, we must not go on without lifting it.


Auribus teneo lupum!


I have heard good words of thee from Mystra. She is proud of thee.


I'll eat them, too. I need her knowledge - the thing I hunt has gone to ground.


Attack<br>var 3


Probably not the last time that'll happen.


None. You?


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


I hope it doesn't come to that but... thank you. Here.


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


No ordinary creature did this. Redcaps ripped the place to pieces.


Your case has set us on quite the detour from our planned expedition work. We've thought about very little else.


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


Nature shall be defended, at any cost.


It won't take more than two moments of your time. If you play your cards right, this could make the cover. I just need some extra details.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


The curse touches every part of this land. Only the water is safe - an unhappy prospect.


A missive from Orin. An ill omen.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


Yet behold: the parasite lives! She eats our food, drinks our water. Then steals our most holy idol in thanks!


... guards... abandoned me... and Vance...


Nobody talk to me. Not in the mood today.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


A fitting death for a <i>traitor</i>.


I shouldn't be celebrated tonight. That's why I left.


Oh no! Whatever shall we do?


Death awaits you.


Please, leave me be. I've got an awful lot to get done.


Aye. We had to remove him from the premises, but unfortunately we couldn't stop him from being a nuisance just outside.


Ugh, get out of my head!


Gods help them. But perhaps they'll find some kind of peace at the end of all this.


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


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


We have to move faster!


You need all the help you can get.


The prince will be suspicious. But he won't be reckless enough to turn on his liberators.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


<i>It was always in your nature to give in to temptation.</i>


Nothing but rocks.


Ugh, fungal spores. Is a little blood mist too much to ask for?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


It's easy for some. I see Lae'zel's marked you as her territory.


GOLD... GOLD! GOLD...


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


There. Don't know why you cared so much. It's junk.


If only I knew where to find some.


Bombs away!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


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


What's inside?


Crusty rogue.


Or at least I will try.


'God of the oppressed' my eye. Damn priests.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


As long as it takes for what?


You're so good to me.


Better get you out of there.<br>


The glaive the druid's notebook mentioned. Its owner thought it was cursed...


Mutatis mutandis!


Sure. Meantime, if you need to stock up, everything I have is available.


My respects?! You're lucky I've agreed not to shove my boot up your -


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


I go away for a few days, and the place is <i>ruined</i>.


You! You cast some kind of <i>fell magic</i> on me!


In Bhaal's name.


You fight again. This time, daggers only. And to the death as instructed.


Better not die on me.


Resisto frigus!


Fool. <i>Htak'a!</i>


Unholy Assassin. Does have a certain... ring to it.


A blood ring. Guess the killer wasn't in it for the money.


Lady Jannath tolerates many things, but your clumsiness... it is <i>unacceptable</i>.


Damned squatties, time they got what was coming. I'm looking for heads - who wants the bounty?


The quicker, the better.


Gods... it's all my fault.


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


Stay with me, my love.


*'In darkest hour, a concord made,
'Twixt harp and wild against the shade.'*


Bene curatur!<br>v2


I know this wine - it's laced with a paralysing decoction.


Ngh. Feels like my brain is leaking out of my nose. We must be close.


I wonder, which breath will be your last?


*Your thoughts weave through the <i>zaith'isk</i>'s psionic pathways, turning its own power against it.*


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


All the more reason to put this place to rights. Give Little Minthy every chance of a normal life. And hey - if you're in the market for godmothers, I have availability from now 'til the rest of my life.


The artefact. That's what you want to hear about, isn't it?


This corpse has been desecrated - <i>displayed. </i>And there's nothing random about it.


So, the untouchable Karlach is untouchable no more.


Yeah! Right in the gnashers! You're all right.


It is this, or throwing an enemy through.


You are trying to raise my spirits. I appreciate it, but any joy the sight of Orin's corpse brings me is but a speck of comforting shade.


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


Bollocks to yer Absolute and bollocks to you an' all.


To speak thusly takes little of my effort. Besides, what better use is there of time than discourse?


I expected goblins at our gate any moment. Glad to say that you made a prettier sight.


Honestly, if you pissed them writers off, you're good in my books. Either way, it's gold for a copy, if you're curious.


Recovered <br>V4


*He chases the fiend, ignited with rancour. She is an infernal wardevil, a threat to the living - evil incarnate.*


Like I said, I've lived a long time, travelled far and wide. I've lain with elf maidens under the boughs of oaks. I've had a Nelanther pirate claw my back and cry my name until he was hoarse.


Oh, not a creepy doll. Oh that's just awful.


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


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


Attack Critical<br>var2


Enough dawdling - come to my inner chambers.


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


Is it done? I did not feel her mind break.


Beg pardon True Soul, but that's for callin' on the lads if we need 'em.


Don't worry, I'll make it better.


Not half as sorry as I, who lived for you alone. Goodbye, Master.


Dying Freezing to Death


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


<i>Get rid of them.</i>


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


I'm just glad you're being sensible about these revelations. I was worried people might turn up with torches and pitchforks.


Confusio!


Well, this is a novel use for familiars.


Hostium munera!


Halt, citizen! This is a restricted area - explain yourself.


Oh! You must have slipped by me earlier. Raphael's very disappointed you turned him down.


Not polite to lay divine hands on a body without asking... but thanks. Now <i>why?</i>


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Here's the key. Pigeon's all yours.


Attack<br>var 3


Ain't looking for company neither. Take a walk - go find yerself a minotaur to wrestle or something.


And a true rebel dies for his cause.


Eh, you did fine. Reckon the chicken lost on purpose.


I'm afraid you missed the ship, True Soul.


Careful. The jailor will swallow you whole if you take another step.


I expected Raphael's servant to be evil and sneaksome. But to be so <i>rude</i>.


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


I'll patch you right up.


Caeco te!<br>v3


I - ...I do understand - there's always a risk we'll become the monsters we want to slay.


All slaughtered. Looks like their prisoner escaped.


What path doth await them now is yet untold. The world entire is theirs to venture into, and perhaps theirs to claim.


<i>Did you make the bargain?</i>


Ale me!<br>v3


I know I can make you melt. And I know you can touch me without getting burned. Oh, the possibilities.


Watch how you go - there's a trap.


Parchment-pallored villain.


*A blind eye can only be bought so many times. This was the last of those times.*


I can't hold it any longer!


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Enough. My Lord beckons me.


*Any thought of resistance or control is fading. You will obey, giving yourself body and mind to them.*


You're suffering. You might be surprised, but - it pains me to see.


Until I realized what I'd done. Perhaps I fought - I don't recall. Either way, I was deemed... unworthy of becoming a True Soul.


Should get started.


Darkness take you!


Footprints. There may be even more that survived the crash.


When I told you I need powerful magic to keep my condition under control, I didn't tell you why. Well, here's part of the why:


Th-this one's all right, lads! Knows nothin' about no poisonin'!


Gently does it.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min0:36-1:23<br>var 1


Gortash's forces will crush the cultists before we see the gleams of their helms.


Time to fill some graves.


If they die, it is their own fault.


Piece of cake. I just turn up and chop what I'm told to chop.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Can't leave you in the lurch.<br>


So be it.


Aha. What an interesting question...


Oh, what a tangled Weave we web!


Odd.


Dying Freezing to Death


ARGH! It's impossible.


Where ever are the City Watch when you need them?


At once.


To camp. I will not let my guard slip again, I swear by Mother Gith's scion.


May he rest in Summeroak forever. I...


This is a bad idea.


Oh, kitten, be <i>bad </i>for me. Be <i>bad at sex</i>.


Into the fray.


Waaah!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Always at your side.


Must be getting soft - almost felt bad for 'em.


A coincidence surely... or perhaps not.


What are those?


Always.


So tell me, do you want some roleplay, an unusual sensation, or perhaps... my legendary Menzoberranzan Love Trick?


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


You did not choose the easy path today, but you chose the right one.


I've told you everything I know.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Go, go, GO.


The stone says the boat - the boat is the way!


And look what you've gained. Together, we can take on the world.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


*His eyes are glassy, and he is sweating profusely - absolutely terrified, but pretending all is well.*


*How might he take it? Difficult to say. You have some rapport with him, but is it enough? You won't know for sure until you tell him...*


Demento te!<br>v3


But hey. At least some of us are getting a little action.


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


Still yourself. The saw's teeth will open the way for her shadow.


So many authentic devillish items - a diabolist's at work here.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


We need to stand up. The longer they treat us like this, the harder it'll be to force some change.


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


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


I call upon you, gracious patron, to rid me of this worm.


Together we've shed blood, shared words. Yet you've learned so little.


You must be awfully familiar with our esteemed Archduke to know about a thing like that.


I still have no idea what to do in Baldur's Gate. Bah. That's tomorrow's problem.


If that Selûnite amulet is really god-touched, Gale would want to see it.


Hells, I wouldn't want to get hit by that.


Is that it, then? I'm no stranger to indifference, True Soul.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


Fine. But do not let your guard down, even for a moment. Any hunter worth their blade seeks an illithid head as a trophy.


I stripped the flesh from his bones and carved my resignation into his skull. He accepted.


Pus-supping maggot.


We'll be stronger for all of this.


A pity, then. We could have had something truly special.


But I haven't sprouted any tentacles - least not yet, thank Balduran.


At least now we can benefit from her presence, and perhaps work to a common goal.


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


What a wonderful language it is. Bleeding. Slicing. Snapping. Goring. They taste divine on my tongue.


It's your job to make sure we get that far. So why don't you go take care of that?


I had to find you - to bring you home - and I had to do it quickly. In my haste, I made a terrible mistake.


*Here lies Petyr Vreeze; scholar and hermit.*


While I'm at it.


What a hammer - looks like it has a history, too.


Bet that honour of yours shatters easy as your scales.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


No.


Claws inside my throat.


We were just about prepared for travel rations. Not a bloody <i>siege</i>.


*Your mind doesn't want to cooperate. Every time you try to focus on the hunt before you, thoughts of the tadpole brush it aside. You have to find a cure.*


LEAVE ME.


I have the strangest memory of a fey-like creature - perhaps I should rest before my next shift.


There is no point in running from the inevitable. Better to meet it, on my own terms.


<i>Kherek-nor!</i>


Tell me what you are doing with it.


Hateful. Utterly hateful.<i></i>


*Your heart stirs. Despite Ravengard's words, Helm's watchful gaze remains upon you.*


I'm the only one who can.


Good work. Thought we had a fight on our hands.


Hope? Hope is for the weak.


Ketheric Thorm, grieving his daughter. He'd have been devastated...


Don't mind if I do.


You mean the Grand Design? The restoration of the Illithid Empire? Why, it is of the <i>utmost </i>importance.


Locked from the inside.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


'Less you wanna join him up there, you'd best pay the toll.


Over time, the infected victim turns into a mind flayer.


The murderer's body is gone - and with it, any change of justice.


I know. One of my many fine qualities.


Come now, Wyll won't agree to that. He's stuck in the past, and that's coming from a vampire.


Please, stay with me.<br>


Not that you'll be grateful.


You're right. She'd have said the same.


Come on, boys - let's take out the trash.


Shadowheart - aid us!


Scratch really gave that ball life.


*The cold shell of Minthara's mind melts away, and you are drawn into the heart of her - warm, passionate, and dangerous.*


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Thou walkest 'pon unhallowed ground,
A place your corpse will not be found.


Shit - up there? Forget it. I hear the land's cursed clear to Moonrise.


I could drown in that song...


LEAVE ME.


For now, we will travel together, and fight together. In time, perhaps we will lie together again.


To Gortash!


Victory<br>


My patience wanes.


Where would you be without me?


Can't keep me out.


*The dark clouds of your imagination part, and a speck of hope shines through.*


Won't hear me argue. Your mouth's got the might to back it.


Well, that was a kindness. Can you imagine living like that? Urgh.


Killing him was an inspired choice. I wish I'd thought of that.


So you're still standing here <i>why</i>?


Interferin' gutsack! Kill her!


Almost frightened. If you feel my heart quicken, it's not from fear.


Tempora mutantur!


This trunk's rotten; shouldn't put too much weight on it.


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


Minsc is soft of heart. Do not make him regret it.


Next, I just need to interview somebody who speaks Classical Meenlock.


Someone's having a bad day. Sounds like it came from the windmill.


The psionic detector went off near the githyanki, just like Voss said.


Feculent beast!


<i>But he failed to understand - I wanted no healing. I was not sick.</i>


It's a good job the festival was right on our doorstep - at least she didn't have far to go.


Please - enjoy the day. Just don't touch anything.


Eee! Fake wall! What's on the other side?


Good. I wasn't intending to.


Sure. The vine trick, at least. Maybe some others.


Dwarf... Dolor...


I said <i>go away</i>. You people have endangered this sacred place long enough.


Can't slow down.<br>


Let's leave that horror show behind.


Falling


We're finally marching - and it's because of you.


Boo likes him.


You crave elations unknown on this mortal plane. Something more satisfying than flesh, blood, and bone.


With silver tongue.


Can you feel it - that ache in your skull, that silent scream? The brain wants us for its puppets.


'Cause they're <i>family. </i>Why else?


For the Absolute.


Hurry - or we're all <i>dead.</i>


*The back of your mind warms with a rush of feeling, the Emperor's feeling - heat, care, <i>arousal</i>.*


<i>Zhak vo'n'fynh duj </i>- source of my joy, I wish...


The brain seized control with the smallest of efforts. Its power must not be underestimated.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Sicarius'. Is that a password? It might be worth trying at the tombstone store.


That's one word for it, I suppose. You can turn around again.


We must leave quickly - I cannot hold my fury for long.


You have done me a great service, Child of Murder. In eliminating Orin, you have cleared the way for me.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


If you notice any odours before then, treat the body with jasmine, honeysuckle - whatever you can get.


Even now, these shadows gather around you. They sense the cracks in your armour. They yearn to be used, to be <i>inflicted</i>.


A fallen warrior. Rest in peace, kin.


I hope we chose the right ally.


Decapitated - but still warm.


I guess things are already better. I've learned a lot.


There's a parasite nearby - you should take a closer look.


Keep that hole under your nose shut. Or things will get <i>messy</i>.


Can they have found my - no. No, surely not. It's too well hidden.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


Krug... hunter...


*Lae'zel's other reasons for refusing her own assimilation come into focus:*


What?! Mate - you've got to be kidding.


What did you expect? <i>You layed a half-devil</i>. She does not give without taking.


It just doesn't stop. We are being bombarded by waves of telepathic energy.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Well I'll be. So even the ferocious Lae'zel has a soft side.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Fair is fair. Tonight, I lost the right to be called 'hero'.


Whatever we do, we need to do it quick. Time is not on our side.


Stop that.


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


Voco potentia!


I'm Shadowheart. Enchanted to meet you - as much as circumstances allow.


How long has it been?


At least it won't suffer anymore.


I should have known. Gods, what a fool he took me for all those years.


No use digging with my bare hands...


How does this <i>pastry</i> taste worse the second time?


The locals going to kick us out, sergeant?


Stronger than before. Much stronger.


Your friend here denied having the pleasure of your acquaintance, Gale, but I'll assume this feigned ignorance was committed with more or less noble intentions.


Keep up the good work and Baldur's Mouth will keep licking your boots.


As for Elminster... He's saved the realms more times than legend can recount. But to take on a god is no easy feat, even for him. My orb is the best chance we have - and only I can wield it.


And, of course, your mother would still think you a prince, no matter how many tentacles you had. And with a nautiloid, you may even manage to visit her more often.


*A fiery cackle echoes in the corners of your mind. Your patron knows a thing or two about turning people.*


In truth, I rarely imbibe. The stuff goes right to my head. Before you know it, I'd be breaking into song or declaring love to the first person I laid eyes on.


Te video!<br>v3


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


I see your sickness. A poison in the skull. Do not touch me, do not come close.


You need all the help you can get.


Who knows. There is often more ignorance than insight in what 'they' say.


I won't be your girlfriend. But I will be your lay.


I suppose it's up to me.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Oh, you have. You definitely have.


Enjoying party... drinking... talking...


I can take what I please.


But I know what it is like to be burdened by forces outside of your control.


<i>PERISH!</i>


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Please - get away! We're building a raft - we'll bloody swim if need be. Just leave us be.


Seems I ain't done with you. Report to the drow. Minthara's the name.


*The worm in your head has never slept more peacefully. You know in your heart it was something deeper, <i>hungrier</i>.*