You must take up his offer - go to his atelier, sit for him. Then perhaps you will understand what I see in him, flawed as he is.


Not all that arrive late are weak. I created this entire hatchery, despite being the last of my clutch to hatch.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


May be of  use.


Dialino!


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


Almost there. Keep your hips square, and I think you'll have it!


Githyanki scholars study <i>ghaik</i> devices closely. They even incorporate their findings into our own machines and magic.


Whatever you say, squirrelheart.


Malleus! v2


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Go on: kiss my foot.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


Pallida mors!


...Bastard. Fine. On one condition - no more songs.


Vlaakith... she spoke to you. May her will guide your mission.


Ship's going to buckle. I need to get to the helm.


I will never tire of sitting on dead men's thrones.


<i>Be careful. We cannot risk discovery here. Our path is treacherous enough. </i>


<i>Argh.</i>


<i>Do</i> ya now? And who says you can afford it, eh?


<i>Kaincha ghaik!</i>


It would be a waste of effort to strike her again.


<i>Enough talk - give me my freedom, freedom from this form.</i>


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


Two left hands, I see.


Your training serves you well, child of Gith. I'm in your debt.


Oh - that's quite all right. I don't need anything else from you.


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


Come now, have a heart. She's only a child.<br>


Of course, Jaheira! I <i>think </i>they have something to do with <i>illithids.</i>


A good opportunity.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


You shouldn't be nasty. You should just do what I want. It's easier for you, that way.


Gods bless you for your kindness!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Stupefacio!


(Well, we can't just stay in here until we rot, can we?)


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Bye-bye, now!


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


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


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


How about a 'thank you'?


Not a bother! Enjoy the shop.


Zarys! ZARYS, HELP!


Anything for a friend.


True Soul, please. Let me explain.


You live for power. You have proven it with every fallen foe, every chest opened, every skill claimed.


A valid point. But I think it's safe to assume that were the boot on the other foot, they'd have few regrets. Ruthlessness cuts both ways. And crushes too.


Rest easy, I've got you.


Is that so? Well, nature does abhor waste... I will keep watch, thank you. I had a feeling time in your company would prove fruitful.


He said never... never to finish.


As for what that is, well... you didn't think I planned to stop at running the Fetcher's Brats, did you?


Githyanki protocol is clear: when infected with a ghaik tadpole, we must report to a ghustil for purification.


What... what was that?


The kind it's not polite to talk about.


Hah! The best in the city, under or above. So smart a mouth as yours would enjoy it, provided you keep all your teeth.


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


...over her head... a betting man, I'd bet against her...


Arabella?


I have no illusions about who Astele was. She was a criminal. A brute, even, when she had to be.


Hm, just thought of something.


Yes. We will be powerful allies.


That's where the missing letters are, I'll bet.


*You see your beloved, standing on the precipice. On one side is untold power, at the cost of seven thousand souls. On the other - vulnerability and weakness. But perhaps redemption too.*


Ah-ah, my friend - Formula Gruna stays in the house, please! Go on - down the hatch.


Shit. <i>Shit. </i>They're onto us - move!


No! Wait - here.


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


This is it. I can practically taste his blood from here.


That seems likely. Everyone loves providing refuge for a poor, defenceless deep gnome.


It will be my privilege to follow you into battle, my lady.


Ale me!<br>v3


Sorry for what? Stupid <i>ranga.</i>


That song...


My mum says those tremors are from your kind digging up through the Underdark. My mum... doesn't get out much.


The 'Blood of Lathander' was on full display, all but <i>begging</i> to be thieved.


Ale me!


Necklace matches the sigil in that cave. The Harpers were busy.


The butcher calls.


How curious - I've only ever known Minthara to moan with pleasure when somebody's losing a limb.


What the hells just happened? What did you say to Jaheira?


Mm. Maybe. But you gotta help me first.


Recovered


Thank you.


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


My prey awaits.


*You will track down the blasted devil. And you will tear her wings and cleave her infernal flesh until her screams are lost in the fires.*


Time to get this toad tied up.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Right - let's keep moving.


<i>Help me. You must. </i>


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


A handy little trick.


Morio!


*A magical field surrounds the item, preventing you - or anyone - from touching it. You surmise it's controlled by a vocal component: magic words.*


Voco nubes!<br>v3


BORING.


To earn a meeting where you will face him alone, at the height of his powers?


I can close that up fast.


*Your vision thrums green and gold for a moment as your patron borrows your eye to see the vision before you.*


Exactly. Noble types won't want a tiefling cookin' for them, but common folk...


Well I'm not most. I respect drow. I've no quarrel with you, unless you make one.


You clearly have your secrets - I have mine.


But when yer takin' a tinkle, be sure to wave, eh? The bigwigs at Moonrise <i>love </i>a good show.


I can't waste any more time.


Steel yourself and follow me.


Tormentum!


<i>Tsk'va! </i>


...I apologise. I must have some time to myself.


There's... something I'd like to show you, if that's all right? Something out in the city.


I would tell you if I had one, I swear it!


She needs cherishing, now. And I'm up for the task.


Don't worry about him on the table. I'm not in the habit of killing drow.


Oh hurt me! Hurt me! I never want this to end!


Of course. Now, tell me what's been happening. Any symptoms? Strange events?


Sob<br>var 3


Resisto acidum!


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


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


You haven't - and so we place our faith in you instead.


Not only do you speak with a bear, but you free it, too? A true friend of nature - or perhaps a lunatic.


I ain't no use without my limbs! The lads'll make the prisoner squeal soon enough, I swear!


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Hag's curse, I guess.


I'm talking.


Why don't we see if we can find the perfect weapon for you?


<i>I had the good fortune to meet Duke Stelmane. We formed a partnership, and through her I became the governing force behind the Knights of the Shield, the largest mercantile operation in Baldur's Gate. </i>


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


Mors animae!<br>v3


But perhaps we might try a more intimate style.


Doesn't work.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Let's see.


I've got you.


It's really not that hard to figure out, honestly.


You triumphed over Bhaal's Chosen? Marvellous!


Thank the gods - I was sure we were about to be evicted.


Glower all you want - I was merely laying the path to Wyll's success.


My Lord Myrkul gave me the one thing I desired - the one thing that no other god could grant me.


To tha' duke's face when we gave 'im to the drow!


*A formula so dangerous it was stricken from history - if it ever existed to begin with.*


Hello, my sweet little spawn.


A little nose.


Welcome back. How can I assist?


If Orpheus stands with us, it won't matter what the Emperor thinks.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Here it comes.


Is it true you left your master? That you broke the spell that binds you to him?


You are quite correct - the best broadsheet around. I would <i>certainly</i> recommend picking up a copy in the near future.


Effort v3


*Chaos ignites in the ruins around you. Goblins howl and spit, clawing for their weapons.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I - yes. When the darkest hour fell, it was <i>us</i> that brought light.


*Names and heights have been carved into the wood over the years. The last two read 'Maggie Terrens' and 'Marcus Terrens'. Twins, perhaps.*


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


Ah - the disc rises when the altar is made lighter. Good to know.<br>


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


Well! Now you have two. Just in case.


A secret lair in the undercity ruins. What was Carrion doing there?


Or I'll kick yer head in, slug-face.


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


Karlach, no - fight it. You're stronger than this, my friend.


Don't worry, we'll get out of here - one way or another. We <i>have </i>to.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


If you're looking to get into the Upper City, you'll need to join the queue.


Hmm. I do not think Boo and past-you would have been the best of friends.


Heretics. Let Nere be your end.


I see you were gifted with the courage to stare into death's darkest corners, but not the intelligence to understand it.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


Closed Mouth Effort v3


I would've appreciated more details, personally. The rest of the note reads like gibberish.


Get out. We have no more business.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Looks like Halsin's our best bet for a cure.


Hasty graves. Selûnite, among others. Must've been quite the battle.


Nasty case of brain freeze. That dagger's frozen solid.


Malleus! v2


Be there at once.


I appreciate your enthusiasm. Just be sure it doesn't make you leap before you look.


I don't owe anyone <i>anything</i>.


Your heart made of stone? They deserved freedom - and you denied it.


She must have been killed a thousand times by now.


Intactilis sum!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


The House is home to many things. Most of them really want to kill you.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


Love... yeah... good love...


I've had my eye on you.


You remember... Kneeling afore a bucket. Scrubbing, scrubbing. It never works, does it?


Ow! That... took something. <i>And </i>it hurt.


*The cat remains cautious, but there's a look in its eyes: worry.*


A chosen butcher walks anew.
Thou standest 'mongst a bloody few.


*Its host will feast on gnoll-flesh to control the hunger, to keep her teeth from your throat.*


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


Submersible's broken. Can't seem to turn it on.


I shall see to this.


Drunk


<b><i>This was your role - and it is complete. </i></b>


((*the song is steady*))


The history of the city itself is captured in the archives here - a fascinating resource.


Efferve!


I didn't just come here to kill Orin - I came here to take her place at Bhaal's side.


Quiet, now - we don't want Chef Roveer overhearing us.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


The Absolute loves you, True Soul. And serving Her, as you have, is the path to true power.


Another long, shitty story. I'd love to sit down with a pint and tell 'em all to you, Fytz. And hear every last thing you've been up to, too.


Damned monster - back off!


These weapons look ancient. Who's using this stuff?


((*accept this gift. it will help you exterminate*))


You know what to do. <i>Kill the godsdamned thing.</i>


Effort v12


Pretty faces go chop... <i>faces? </i>No - no faces, only meat. Never think, never stop. Only chop. <i>Chop</i>. CHOP.


We could always spar if you want to practise.


Effort v5


That will make for a very interesting evening, I'm sure.


Dying Burning<br>v2


You know most of us didn't make it, right? Zevlor failed us.


Just good with a needle and thread?


I thank you for killing my granddaughter. She could not have been dispatched by better. Nor could I.


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


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


That is precisely why I sent you to retrieve her! She is lost. Confused. It is your <i>holy duty </i>to help me enlighten her.


<i>No.</i> You're telling me the Baldur's Mouth kept information back?


Help is at hand.


Let's try to survive, hmm?


A cambion. Do the Hells themselves answer the Absolute's call?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


I need some time to process this. To understand... what I've done.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


How about we both try a little harder, yes? That - or part ways.


<i>Zhentarim! To arms!</i>


You told me the armour was a 'bargain'.


You look spiffy to me. What d'you need a healer for?


The idea definitely has appeal.


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


Why are you doing this?!


No need f'such sauce, my friend. You're lucky I'm a happy drunk. Now - where was I?


Watch, maybe, but never intrude.


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


A common phenomenon in the Underdark, I'm afraid.


You ruled this place once,  and you shall rule it again.


Always at your side.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


Dying Burning<br>v6


Where will it bring us, though?


Dying Burning<br>v5


What, given up already?


I... yes, she must. I'll offer thanks to her in my prayers - and we should speak more later. Alone, ideally.


That staff seems like Gale's kind of thing.


I bet you never had to do all this <i>learning</i>...


That was not what I expected to see today.


I speak true, brothers! You know it in your hearts! You know it in your very souls!


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


Best of all, she speaks her mind, plainly and fully. Show her due respect.


Dissolve!


A lone pelvis and a bit of colourful cloth. Dribbles met a brutal end.


You look more green then yellow, dearie! Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


Extend your fealty one step further, and you will be rewarded beyond your mortal reckoning.


NO! I COLLECT THE TOLL. MORE GOLD - NOW!


You cow her so easily? I had thought I sensed more strength to her. Perhaps not... We shall begin.


That sign above. This must be a brewery - or distillery.


Nothing. I assume your kin are just as misguided as you are.


One monster slain, then. And another after that, and then another. There will always be one more evil to fell.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Woe betide any who stand against me.


Plus Raphael will have Zariel distracted. You can be free of her.


All I need to - there's an awful lot of folk flowing that way, and coin is sure to follow.


No time to rest.<br>


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


This is gonna be my ninth... no - <i>tenth </i>cup.


Should Baldur's Gate fall to the Absolute, every one of the Coast's cities will be ripe for the plucking.


What was that thing inside her?


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


Dolor is an <i>artist</i>. You'd do well to think on that.


Come. Step forward. I can see the love of Shar darken your eyes. Be welcome.


This darkness is suffocating. I - I can barely catch my breath. We need light...


Begone, pox-faced loon.


If I succeed, maybe I'll be allowed a pet... ugh, stop being silly.


I have no steel or spell to gift you, but I hope my words of encouragement and reassurance will strengthen your resolve.


Now let's get back to camp and our bedrolls. We should try to get some rest tonight.


By Vlaakith's blade, what devil's got hold of you, that you'd slay an unborn?!


A dragon's claw-scratches. Unmistakable.


A pixie's piss. I give you <b>Blackfire</b>.


Veterans of the Hells - to arms!


Hey, I remember you. The weaponsmith, right? Your city was swallowed up by Avernus. And you were enlisted against your will, like my good self.


There's no natural explanation for it. Some malevolent creature has taken hold of him, I'm sure of it.


Drow flingin' magic, gnolls snappin' off heads. Inn's nothin' but a pile of ash by now.


It's done, Karlach. By my living soul, you will forever <i>burn.</i>


No. Come closer - feed the new flesh.


No.


As for them personally: one never washes and instead douses himself with rose oil, while the other can't hold his drink.


We're leaving. It's what he wanted. As for you...


Closed Mouth Effort v9


We need Master Halsin. Without him, Kagha's ritual will divide this grove forever.


Hurry up, Zhent. Our guards are dead - this place is already compromised.


Te occludo oculos!


*In your Father's name, you must seize your rightful claim to the brain, not destroy it.*


A sad and desperate bluff. I need to be sure that Minsc understands I cannot make such a threat <i>twice.</i>


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


The githyanki people have a word for men like the Blade of Frontiers: <i>She'lak</i>.


Clausus!


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Half marks means you <i>fail, </i>True Soul.


Look, I know you're busy with big-time heroics, but we need your help. A child's <i>life</i> is on the line - and her mother is the best lead we've got.


I will, but we can't ignore the possibility that I don't make it to the brain. It won't hurt us to have a contingency.


Don't touch me! You won't stop me! Just a little closer...


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


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


Worry not, my heart.


Lesser? A Crèche <i>K'liir </i>hatchling would not have <i>dared</i> defy an elder.


Well. I hope your romp was worth it.


I better see to it.


I'll bear that in mind.


There you go, Rolan - the glory of dying first is all yours. Happy?


Hurt Critical<br>var3


How is that possible?


No! The Motivator - deactivate it, <i>hurry</i>!


Vae victis!<br>v3


We can talk after this is over - if we're alive.


It's Minsc who's found his faith with Faerûn's newest god. And a new name with it - the <i>Stone Lord</i>.


No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe Wyll...


No! Not allowed! GUARDS!


But you will be, and soon. I am curious to see if you survive.


The Ketheric Thorm's name faded into stone. Until the Nere came.


Yeah, they looked real mean in the broadsheet illustrations.


Now, more than ever, I need to find him. <i>We </i>need to find him. He's the only one I might be able to speak to sensibly.


Though, at present, my curiosity lies elsewhere than the vagaries of the children of Gith.


Some twisting of the tadpole to have me turn my blades against my own? No more - you are no better than these cultists.


Then you'll both die. No one else will free you from that tadpole.


Hang on, weren't you living in the sewer?


Thank you. And for what it's worth - I'm sorry. I wish I could return the ones taken from you.


There we have it. Lorroakan the immortal.


At least Shadowheart is armed with the truth now. May its keen edge draw forth whatever vengeance she desires.


<i>What the fuck am I supposed to do now?</i>


Morbidus!


I already told you the Absolute is growing stronger. If we don't act now, it will be too late.


Right - you <i>get it.</i> I've been watching. Learning.


Nocturnus!


For me?


I see it in your eyes... He got you, didn't he? I'm sorry...


I'm holding...


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


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


If you'd come inside, we could discuss something far more exciting than drow politics.


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


<i>Come. We will free the githyanki and dismantle the empire. Let them be imprisoned no longer!</i>


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Those two must have history.


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


Moonlight, guidance, <i>tides</i>... how fascinating. Consider me converted, Selûne.


A fine blade. Almost a pity to absorb it's magic, but I do so have need of it.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Can't give up. Not now.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


I'm not so lucky. Got to dispel these shadows... somehow...


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


Putting my talents to use.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Attack<br>var 4


These bones speak of some old, long-forgotten tragedy. Their equipment doesn't seem to be worse for wear though...


My... people... where are... my people...?


Pipe down!


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Debatable. But our common goals remain common, so I see no point in depriving each other of an ally.


Attack<br>var 6


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Whoever your enemies are, they have good reason to fear you.


For you, oh horned cheek.


This is our fault. These people died because of us. What were we thinking?


Save your excuses for the City of Judgement. Perhaps Tyr will take pity on you there, for he is the head of justice. We are merely its sword.


There's nothing in there that'll help - leave it!


<i>Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!</i>


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


Sealed by the judge's shadow. There must be a way to banish it.


Let's see.


This dog is property of Sword Coast Couriers. I'll take him off your hands now.


It's that obvious, is it? Urgh. Then there's no hope for us, even if we got out of here.


Well met, and thank you for beating back those goblins. Most brave of you.


Where am I? What's going on?


Enough of the dramatics. You're nursing a wound long-healed. We had the chance to  do something truly incredible here. Now. Not a short lifetime ago.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Te exsecror!<br>v3


The githyanki of the Sword Coast have a cure in their crèche, which I believe to be near. It's time you lend me your skills. Together, we can finally be cleansed.


Voco nubes!


Always makes my day better.


Really? I mean, good.


No complaining. You did not <i>need</i> all of that blood anyway.


Not enough damn hours in the day.


There is no true rest for those like thee, faithless. But when victory is won, I swear I shall find thee a home.


*The Death's Head does not speak, only stares, eyes full of malevolence. And, perhaps, excitement.*


I'm surprised I never saw you lurking in the shadows at any Baldurian balls, Astarion.


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


Thou inglorious hog.


Are we forgetting something? We need all three stones to face that brain.


*You were seen stealing. Resolving this peacefully will require more caution than you displayed in getting caught.*


When we next enter the Astral Prism, the Prince of the Comet will soar again.


You already relieved me of my boots. No hard feelings... once you use them to free my clan.


We shall. Gladly.


<i>The very first reward I gifted myself on completion of my first adventure. </i>


To think, Orpheus' release is within our grasp.


I'll know the signs for next time - I won't be fooled by a redcap. Never again.<br>


He's the most powerful wizard in Baldur's Gate. And I am his apprentice.


Voco arvina!


You hear me, don't you, sir? You might not be able to answer, but you hear me.


May he rest in Summeroak forever. I...


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


The rest of you - keep patrolling. I'll be heading back with the drow.


*This is Jol's house. No letters, no clerics, no herb-sellers, no potion-peddlers and NO Steel Watch.*


These Gondians are not poor, unknowing mages scribbling spell scrolls for Minute Meteors or Acid Arrows. They are <i>complicit</i>.


How to steady their hands, I wonder.


Resisto!


I think we can go through here - with a bit of force.<br>


The bark's like iron. This is a waste of time.


*The delicacy of the jay's severed wings.*


One, two.


*These people were Dark Justiciars, a reviled order within Shar's priesthood - one whose rite of entry includes killing a cleric of Selûne.*


I shall see to it.


Take these. May you have some comfort in bitter times.


*Your thoughts wander from your companions and everything you endured to your own piteous fate.*


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


Marks on the ground. I should look closer.


Mmm? Muuuu...


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


I swear, you would tear the horns off one dragon for plunging into another.


What do you mean 'not one for customer service'?


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Must be the tadpole.


Meaningless.


'Nothing' is doing a number on you, then, but suit yourself.


Minimus!


Hells, I need a magic item - <i>now</i>. Anything that the Weave flows through.


Magis amica veritas!


HAH! HAH! HAH!


You're slightly ahead of me there. As yet, my condition is stable. I've no need to consume anything.


Hmm.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


I won't be nursing their pounding heads and sick stomachs in the morning.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


The shadows rended him in two when they bore him away to the Shadowfell. Half of his essence remained here, amidst the curse.


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


*You realise you're talking to an intellect devourer, a minion of the mind flayers who abducted you.*


*A curious, multi-sided artefact. Ancient-looking glyphs cover its dark metal exterior.*


A humble vegetable depicted amongst such adventurous company? That is a turnip for the books.


You'll find him in the caves. But I warn you not to start trouble. There's already enough going.


Balduran left his city in good hands - or so he thought. Odd that the histories make no mention of this dragon.


Thought you'd have figured it out before now.


The tadpole was tampered with? That complicates things...


Even if it means parlaying with the <i>ghaik.</i>


I can't imagine who would want to hear such a song, but... as you will. A rather large and heavily armed fellow has accompanied Head Banker Glitterbeard down to the vault.


*You see a frothing duergar, axe drawn, crazed by bloodlust, bearing down on a young myconid.*


Diminue!


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


I don't know. The boss didn't say.


It is time - kill her!


If only they knew the truth. The Dead Three orchestrated all of this. And it's <i>working.</i>


Every house has an entrance, vin'iisk - even those in the Hells.  You must find it.


Those beds look harder than a brig hammock, and twice as full of bugs.


Where are you?! Squeak, so I might know you are well!


Perhaps that's why you've agreed to look for him. I'm lucky - and grateful.


What's the harm in one more?


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


Cause it's <i>mine. </i>Got it?


I commend you! Thinking is a marvellous pastime.


*The gods are ready to receive your donation.*


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


By the gods, not Lae'zel.<br>


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


<i>Destroy the guard. I will subdue their master. </i>


We will take it from you soon.


Well well, what have we here.


Corellon preserve me. That cannot be our fate.


Remira? She's... she's alive then. Oh, thank the gods. I - I need to get out of here.


Perhaps on my birthday.


I'm still right here, you know...


I'm glad you were on our side.


A mind flayer. No intention of letting <i>that </i>happen.


A fellow paladin? What fortune. You might be able to succeed where we failed.


Erm... well, y'see... I just remembered... our boss - he's the same as you.


That old woman was certainly memorable.


<i>This thing is fucking hot. I feel like I'm falling apart. Am I... is this...?</i>


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


I knew it, I <i>knew</i> someone would come save us!


I will not fault you for fear. You think I don't fear Bhaal?


Stay away from the smokepowder!


And so will you, if you ever lay hands on me again. <i>That </i>I promise you.


But not for much longer. We have word on where he plans to hit next - and he'll find us ready to hit back this time.


But now, I don't need him. I have the tower. I have the Nightsong.


Hold still.


Laughter


Maybe for plebs.


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


You can do what's needed - I'm sure of it.


Protect the artefact. Deliver to Baldur's Gate...


No.


*Although you're well acquainted with most blades - implements of medicine aren't really your speciality.*


An opening in the metal. That mould should fit perfectly.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


No! There's something in here - I know it.


<i>Hurry - the guard must fall. </i>


That easel's crying out for something to be placed on it.


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


What - what happened? Where am I?


Ugh. I don't know what I slept on, but my neck's killing me.


And we're not going anywhere, Jenevelle.


Please - I can't go much further. Light up the darkness...


Bring them here for purification. I will be waiting.


SmileClosed<br>var 3


Oh gods, the whole building is collapsing...


Your pain, my pleasure.


Please Z'rell, and you will be called to ascend to the tower-top. Many have gone before you.


There can be no doubt. This is the place. This is where we'll discover the secret of the Absolute.


Shut your mouth. Ravengard is a legend.


I was thinking about a warm fire and charming company, actually.


What have we here?


That tadpoled Fist thinks we're his allies. No need to correct him just yet, if he can help us.


I could stay up here all day - the view is something else, isn't it?


Now if all our roles are clear, answer me. What is your true purpose?


Interesting. Looks like it needs something to activate it.


Is this a joke? You can't give me what you don't have.


No matter - they will all be disappointed. Lord Ao the Overgod could not take it from us.


Mortem tuum sum!


But Baldur's Gate can't.


Now, did you want something?


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


Hard to tell - more spittle than words. Something about a forge, I think. Not certain though.


Stand. I know you can.


<i>Glorious.</i>


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Now, it is time for you to join the others and complete our destiny.


I know. Perhaps you can give me some pointers?


I... had... so many... nice... conversations... with... the customers...


*You led so many of them into the dark. Who's to say you're not the one to lead them back to the light?*


An intruder? These people are under my protection, I'll not let you harm them!


But it's <i>our</i> job to bring Mol back.


This Emperor played a very cruel trick - it made me believe that something lost had been found.


I had better help.


Sob<br>var 1


Today's issue is smoking hot! Just like Ramazith's Tower! Find out why inside!


Rats, murderers... Always knew the chef gig wasn't going to be easy.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Laughter


*Something stirs deep within you, hungry and alert... it's taking something you'll never get back.*


What's an heroic story without a little risking of one's neck, eh?


All hail the mighty Sharran. A-glow with some victory she cannot even recall.


Whatever magic this tome may have held, it is gone.


But as a wise woman once said, there's no point in crying over spilt blood. We must go on.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


Let's get out of here!


Our host is at the top of the tower. Rude to keep him waiting, no?


Still on my feet.<br>


Again!


O Gith, Great Emancipator, Mother of my people, reveal your light and guide me forward. <i>Yisk Gith'ka tavki krash'ht.</i>


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


He... he might've! He doesn't know our true potential - our true splendour! Only Lolth knows that.


Mephistar - home of the arch-devil Mephistopheles. Raphael's brave to sneak around him.


All these rules. Reminds me of home.


The future. I foresee... sunny days - lots of them. A little place in the city. And more adventures with the likes of you.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Perhaps you have failed to consider all the piles of bodies that will fill the village?


Efforts


But we might've been able to save her!


Send her to the grove. Better to face them on familiar ground.


Better pick my next target wisely.


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


There's no lie a devil won't tell, no soul it won't reap.


An unusual strategy.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Ample space for trade goods - and treasure.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


On my way!


Dead, dead, and dead again. That's the last of Carrion.


Let me loosen the snare a little.


Da mihi facta!


I know you have questions. But for now, I need you safe. Go to my camp. We'll talk soon enough.


I'm alive and well, aren't I? Earning an honest living. Serving my community. I've plenty to be happy about.


Either way, we can't take the lack of symptoms for granted. We have to find a healer.


Now pass!


Good. Lacking a little passion perhaps. Bring me some nether parts - or failing that, a heart.


I will tell you now what the sergeant told Gekh: until you have the boots, you <i>will</i> not cross.


So, is it true? You killed Cazador and all of his prisoners? Including the children he took from us?


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


You are playing with fire, <i>k'chakhi.</i>


I skitter now. Best of the litter. And hungry. Want vittles sweet with rot. Simpler life. But harder.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


*Something stirs deep within you, hungry and alert... it's taking something you'll never get back.*


You have lied about the heirloom. I will have the truth, or I will have your life.


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


A fallen Watcher. Someone would mark me as a <i>fool.</i>


But I'm getting ahead of myself. We've a Netherbrain to defeat. <i>Then</i> we get to the fun stuff.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Ha ha ha!


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


Perfectly executed.


But Alaundo did not see. He did not know. He did not <i>revel</i> in the glory of what is to come.


Perhaps the parasite has weakened you. Or perhaps - perhaps you still long for my taste.


No, it cannot be cured. And I assure you I've left no page unturned in reaching that conclusion.


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


What? I must see to her at once!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


In the end, though Irenicus took the form of the Slayer for himself, it was a Bhaalspawn who thwarted him. The same that saved Baldur's Gate.


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


Now scram - I'm about to become <i>terrible</i> company.


WAIT! Come back!


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


I will... reflect on that, Disciple.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


*So, it seems, will the families of all the hostages rescued from the Throne.*


Fuck you! Fuck him and fuck you! I don't need life to be <i>fair</i>, I just need to <i>live </i>it!


Really?


Voco flagella!<br>v2


That dead bird's been corrupted by the shadows. Would be wise to leave it alone...


I think your new form rather suits you. It has a certain... cephalopodic charm to it. A tentacular tingle.


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


That should work.<br>


Is someone... singing?


Any goblin comes near me now, and they'll regret it. I feel <i>amazing</i>.


If that's the best you've got, Smart Stuff, you should quit before the crowd gets angry.


Ilmater's ashes...


Does he think we've gotten this far only to give up without a fight?


All right. Time to skulk about.


Raphael answered the first time I called out to him.


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


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


What in the hells happened? I feel so weak...


Help! Get me out of this thing before the whole building collapses!


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Who better to understand a watchful broodmother than a beloved child of Lolth?


Another mystery.


Attack<br>var 4


It certainly would have been a disappointment to spend so long resisting the instructions of my own god, only to die as the play thing of someone else's.


His one and only. My, but he's made us proud. Such humble beginnings, and look at him now.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Mol says we can't talk to you anymore. Um. Sorry.


Do not cost us victory.


*Your heart flutters with excitement, aspiration, and even - hope. The Astral Plane awaits, a rebellion takes shape.*


Shadowheart... it can't be.<br>


The Lich Queen's gaze... is inevitable...


The air reeks of death. Not sure how long I can hold out.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Ah, dance, the true language of love.


<i>That's</i> what those little brats were tormenting?


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


You <i>what? </i>Well, aren't the shittiest little spoilsport?


She has a good heart, and she would recognise the same in your actions here. I'm sure she'd approve of me lending myself to your efforts.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


Vis medicatrix!


They won't need to, if we keep killing each other for them! It's - it's stupid! Orph-


Take my hand!


A traitor's words - he means to fracture this Council!


If it comes down to such <i>barbaric</i> measures... Well, that's what I hired Zenovia here for.


Voco spicae!
v3


Hm. What sort of 'curio shop' has authentic infernal objects?


Think I found something.


Stupid, dead bastard. Give him a good kickin' - he deserves it!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


In short: you're in breach of contract, my friend. Oh dear.


See, Add'ath. See how they whimper to their fledgling goddess.


But! I won't stand idle. I've spotted an alchemist's scales and had already been cooking up a little something that might help against those cultists.


Fine. Here, you ... huh, where is it?


You couldn't have. I had him in my sights - I could <i>smell </i>him.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Ubi es?<br>v2


Ugh, better offer help.


And the crypt can wait! Mari and Barton have been trying to break in for days. Now we - <i>Stop!</i>


Oi, oi! I've got a good thing going here - don't need you casting nasty aspersions. You can have it free if you shut your maw.


I can't believe I'm actually venturing into a gith stronghold again - <i>voluntarily</i>. This had better pay off.


Time for bitter business the light would fear to shine on.


Although in your case, the transformation may be an improvement.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


This 'Nightsong' is the source of Ketheric's invulnerability.


To <i>truly </i>know Master Lorroakan is the work of a lifetime. Suffice it to say he is a powerful, important man whose powers exceed the limitations by which <i>most </i>wizards are constrained.


Lorroakan's won immortality and all it took was heartless cruelty. A lesson, perhaps.


Praise the Absolute, brother!


Astarion has a certain swagger, don't you find? An interesting fellow. Nice hair, to boot.


Ketheric Thorm is clearly important, but I wonder if there's more to it than that.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers. Their corpses dissolve when they die.


You dead, Klaw? Or was you Small Klaw?


*Your association with Disciple Balthazar inspires respect and a touch of fear. You are free to speak to the prisoners.*


Purge the <i>infected</i> only. Leave enough to study.


Let's be quick - our metaphorical clock is ticking.


I wouldn't recommend it. I won't get you, but the mind flayers might.


We can lay down later.<br>


Victory v4


To greet those of our like, and weed out those who walk where they do not belong.


Got a death wish, have you? Contract came from a wizard in Baldur's Gate.


Right. You def'nately caught me the first and only time I stole.


Said I lost... my mind... then lost... his voice...


Could've tried that before. Saved me some time.


Fucking shapeshifter. She'll try to break our best asset: Our trust. Fortunately she's no match for our second-best asset: me.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


PainPretend<br>var 3


Pints of <i>wine</i>, Baz. Pints. Of. Wine.


Kiai<br>var 2


A strange coin. I wonder what it's worth.


Blessed day, I was worried I'd never see Master Halsin again.


Lost your footing, have you?


Vis medicatrix!


Goodnight, and thank you. I mean it.


It won't work! The Hammer is the only thing capable of shattering the chains.


I... yes. Whatever you want.


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


Speak quickly.


Haha! Go on, give us a turn next.<br>


You should've thought of that before you got close to that devil. Did you forget who she works for? Did you forget what Zariel did to me?


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Dammit - if that story goes to print, we're in trouble.


Effort v4


Given the subject matter, I probably won't.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


NO! YOU LITTLE <i>SHIT</i>.


Ah, sitting. Such an engaging activity.


<i>The ring I gave possessed no real capacity to control the tadpole's influence. I simply wished to give you hope. </i>


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Good idea. And let's trust the fox to safeguard the chicken coop, while we're at it.


Fine, <i>fine </i>- they can stay. Just don't blame me when they turn on you like the mongrels they are!


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


I won't go on without you.


You are wise not to waste your resting time. Come dawn, we resume our search for a crèche.


What is this place?


Shout


Thought we were safe here. But nowhere's safe, is it?


Excellent armour. Drowcraft, of course.


Hm? Oh, absolutely none. Fame and wealth suit me very well, no doubt.


V-very sorry - I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!


Funny how these things go.<br>


What's this?


Ach, there's nothing like a pain in the noggin to addle you. You need to look after that head of yours.


Cutting to the chase.


Time you got across the Ebonlake, madam. Nothing more to be done on this side.


It attends to the corpses. Does it mean to <i>raise</i> them?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Back to the anus that spat you out.


<i>He tore me from my home and brought me back to the brain where I became a slave once again. A slave he continued to call the Emperor. </i>


Para bellum!<br>v2


Your mother's right - she always is. Do not bend to the past. Look only to the future - on your own terms.


They tore us to pieces - vampire spawn and werewolves - I have never seen a vampire's lair so heavily guarded.


Remember - whatever evil is trying to control you, I know you are stronger. <i>Resist</i>.


The depth of your commitment to your cause truly knows no bounds. For him to have survived a Netherbrain only to be ended by your hand... well, it is an end, I suppose.


You didn't seek to gather the Harpers for one last charge? Fodder for heroic ballads yet to be written, perhaps.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


What... happened?


It's lovely...


*Calmness greets you as the submersible slows to a halt. Unlike the Iron Throne, you remain intact.*


I love surprises.


Huh.


I have faced Orin before, and she left scars on me that will never heal. She will enjoy adding to them, and she can strike whenever she pleases.


A minor fee for new accounts. So Our Lady of Trade might bless this business venture.


My people's freedom is at hand. I can feel it.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Not that that matters. We want to <i>use </i>it, not sell it.


As you wish.


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


*You can almost feel its thick skull in your grasp, almost smell its silver blood clogging the air.*


Controlling an unruly slave by holding a knife to the throat of their child is a time-honored tactic - the collars and hostages work on the same principle.


Undead crushed underfoot. The Dawnlord certainly knows how to make space for new life.


Stay alive a little longer, and we may all find ourselves en route to the city. Would you believe it?


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Do not waste my time. Your fate will be decided beyond those doors over there.


One thing, just before we go. I wanted to thank you again, for freeing me... even if you did knock me unconscious afterwards.


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


Don't go mistaking us for Zhentarim. Uktar's his own outfit - so it's business as usual.


Those beds look harder than a brig hammock, and twice as full of bugs.


We do not need to trust Viconia, we only need to know which side she will take in this conflict, and that is clear.


No... this isn't right...


A new era can begin, now that we have purged ourselves.


*The Lady of Loss has abandoned you. Whatever boon found here is no longer for you, surely... yet what harm in reading on?*


--OBEY--
    -thrall---


Moving in.


<i>Of many hearts, one soul.</i>


Fine, I'll play your game. But I amend the pact once I'm freed - <i>not</i> before.


Listen here.


*Perhaps. But you need to help her before she can return the favour. High time you got back to the hunt.*


Attack<br>var 2


Victory<br>


I- forgive me. I don't fear your blood, tiefling. I fear my brethren.


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


Forget your worries - indulge yourself.


My mum said if you can't play nicely, don't play at all. You've not been very nice.


Brilliant. Anything more?


*The counting house guard is very unhappy about you messing with forbidden items.*


Oi!


*The sheep stares at you with unsettling malice.*


Come. Let me help you.


Attack Critical<br>


The blacksmith's blueprints. Weapons, from the looks of it.


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


<i>Glory?! </i>There's no glory here. Now there's nothing here - only shadows and the total absence of hope.


Is this some sort of trick, or are you really so careless as to have misplaced it?


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


Spill some blood.


Mmm, I don't think so. Seems a little... I don't know. Just no.


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


Ketheric Thorm is - was - my father.


Speaking of which, I should get back to annotating my references. Is there anything else I can do for you?


The githyanki face similar prejudice, but I believe, if hatched in a less violent, more intellectually stimulating environment, the child can overcome its evil predispositions.


It's your turn now!


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


We're leaving soon - whenever Zevlor gives word.


Within days, we will be <i>ghaik</i>. Mind flayers.


Beg Silvanus, not me.


You're right. No one's safe if that thing goes loose.


It is a corrupted, half-born magic wrought in the brief moment Karsus ascended to godhood. It hungers for power just as he did, and it can <i>never </i>be sated.


I did. But our situation warrants we explore every opportunity presented to us, however grim.


<i>It makes little difference to me.</i>


These volumes... they're all about Shadowheart. Years of training and tutelage.<br>


Let's go before they realise we're out of our pods.


Effort v5


Out of sight, out of mind.


A boar stabbed her dozens of times? With a knife, no less?


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Look, if you don't trust me, that's on you. I've been straightforward this whole time. About who I am, about what I need.


I'll have you know he can also make them<i> blue.</i>


A casting mould. Looks like it fits that mechanism from earlier.


You funnin'? Pigeon don't take a <i>kra-kra </i>for that much.


Wildshape... that was no ordinary bear - that was a druid. Need to see the corpse.


Laughter Maniacal


I know enough. But I'll risk it over certain death.


That we can do.


We got visitors. Dunno who they are - mercenaries maybe?


You arsehole! It's about time!


The deal is done.


Training... becoming a <i>sarth</i>... leading my kin...


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


That's the spirit! Next stop: Baldur's Gate's cushiest inn!


I'm not made of magic, you know.


I understand. The people who hurt us have an annoying habit of lingering, one way or another. I'm sorry for what he did to you.


You already love another, Gale. I see them, waiting for you. It is to them you must return.


Looks like you need a hand.


You're uncharacteristically quiet, Astarion. Awed into silence?


Good girl.


Those were some interesting boots, right Gale?


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


I know that now.


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


If you want me to have another look, you know where to find me.


<i>I owe you a great debt, child of the stars - one I shall repay.</i>


Damn it all. Time to get off this roof.


Argh, the poison. It's too much. It's too late...


I don't know what I'm supposed to feel about Selûne now. I was fed lies for so long...


Argh, that's hot!


But more importantly, it enables the hosts to be controlled.


Baretha! Show this worm its place. I need to continue my hunt.


I'll stand, don't you worry. Jaheira's watching, after all.


Say no - the only thing she's offering is pain and I don't want to see you hurt.


No, no it isn't. She was always a pragmatist, and made sure our marriage contract left her estate protected.


Speak, damn it! What's going on?


No way, beardy. We need you alive. And we need me alive too. We need all of us alive.


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


It's Kagha's influence. Without her twisting things, I believe the druids might see sense.


Come on then, don't leave me in suspense. How are you feeling? No errant tentacles? No sudden cravings for a more cerebral diet?


No! Don't put him in the ground!


*A vast, living network, extending down into the dark - where something wakes.*


What about the tall one? He's a bit of all right.


If Scratch won't pick it up, I guess I will.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


This orthon isn't just a killer. He's an artist, too.


I - I don't know for sure, but Cazador turned everyone we brought him. I can only assume that included your children.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


It's beautiful...


Ouch.


Didn't work.


Such beauty. Such power.


*You hand over the loot, but it's too little, too late...*


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


A shame. He will be most disappointed, I fear.


I'd say you broke the poor fellow, but I wager he came that way.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


A fiend's horns. A war devil's, to be precise. Only a true warrior could sever these from live prey.


You might have put up a fight in another life, freak. But not in this one.


Hmm. Ask me a question, maybe. A getting-to-know-you type question.


Wait - this is a lamp. A <i>djinni's</i> lamp.


That flowery motif - it's the same as on that strange key we found. Whatever it unlocks must be inside.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>Whatever this <i>ghaik</i> offers is no gift to you.


We may have more important pursuits - but when it comes to slaying the Hells' minions, I'll find the time.


That feels good.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


This place wasn't built for the living.


Damn. I better get over there.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


LIAR. LIAR! THE GOLD IS FOR THE TOLL. YOU MUST PAY. PAY!


Hold tight, I'm coming.


You can frame many acts as service to the Dark Lady, if you put your mind to it. Seduction can be a worthy form of subterfuge. A snatched moment can practise the art of stealth.


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


Better hope the <i>ch'r'ai</i> doesn't see you wandering around aimlessly.


<i>This</i> is what Marcus buried? A dead Flaming Fist?


There is no gold in here.


... yes. It will be so.


Pain should be intimate and <i>loving</i> - not violent and brutish. Alas, he...


Still, swashbuckling heroics aside, I have the unfortunate suspicion your survival is still very much in jeopardy.


Huh. Don't think anyone's ever apologised for stealing my stuff before.


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


So that mirror from before - it was used to steal memories.


I thought you were going for a walk, Blars?


Cheers.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Dodge
v2


And look at that statue.


Begone, putrid boil!


The Stone Lord has proven an effective instrument. A surprise, that he was not drawn to worship Lord Bhaal.


Careful now - that's our last chicken!


Tempora mutantur!


So, I'll remain with you - if you'll have me, that is.


The machine - it's going to blow!


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


Dying Freezing to Death


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


Vita excolatur!


What are you waiting for? Begin!


... all you'd best take is this warning, yeah? Step lightly around here - you're outnumbered.


I thought maybe if I could read them myself, we wouldn't have to play whatever game that devil's concocting, but it's no use.


*You were just <i>robbed.*</i>


Weak


What are you doing?


((*defend the circle. stop the decay*))


I'm hoping something of use might be behind this door...


*You are a Steel Watcher charging through the streets in pursuit of a young girl. She is screaming.*


Are you the one doubting her now?


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Breathe easy.


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.<br>


These symbols are nonsense to me... so why can I read them?


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Athkatla, City of Coin, capital of Amn. They say the streets are paved with gold.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Can't see a thing.


<i>Dragons - overhead!</i> Stay low.


Hey! Please, over here. I've something to ask.


There are Harper and druid symbols on their equipment - an interesting pair.


It must be you, Gale. You are the one who carries Karsus' power within you. You are the only one who can.


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


<i>You </i>can still leave, if you are wise - surrender this one to me, now, and you can consider Lady Shar's forces your allies in the battles to come.


Aw, thanks - you're the best.


<i>My species devastated and enslaved yours. It is unforgivable.</i>


That's no surprise. It looks <i>powerful</i>.


What's this? Feels like I've <i>lost </i>something...


Some True Souls are not fit to go to war. They act as guards in these lands, or spread the cult's influence through more insidious means than conquest.


Perhaps we shouldn't take Gortash's word for granted... but if he speaks the truth, we need to be careful. Orin could have eyes and ears on us right now.


Very well - Minsc and Boo accept!


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


Mol says you're dead to us. Go away.


And yet - what if it's true? Could the City of Death have risen from a single Great Lie?


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


They are not attacking - perhaps they think you are one of their own.


... blessed Boooal... what...?


You lie worse than Ettvard spells. If you care so much, change them yourself. I have work to do.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


You know how much time I spent in the hells, right? Of course I've been scared!


I can't talk when we have a city to save, darling.


And when you kill someone, what do you feel?


*The spell's power wanes. You can ask no more questions.*


This is the armoury, not a bloody open house. Fists only. Now clear off.


That's curious.


Over here.


Heh. A little comfort and company doesn't sound bad...


If that is so, you succeed where others have failed.


Falling foul of Ketheric convinced me that my grand adventures were behind me - that even <i>if</i> I survived, I should hang up my blades.


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


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


There was barely anything of the man left, even before we finished him.


Hah! Didya really... really kiss his foot?


I could feel Loviatar's pleasure with every sting of my scourge.


<i>Drugh. </i>The cult-pricks are spreading like flies on shit.


You stood by an ally - can't fault you for that. But a vampire among us? It doesn't sit right.


Citius!


*This one has been engraved over so many times that no names are legible.*


What last caused you to shed a tear?


    ---spare me--    -join me---
-wield me----
    ----BECOME ABSOLUTE-----


Hmm, some strange grooves by the statues... I wonder if they can be moved?<br>


Never turn your back on a fallen foe until you are sure they are dead.


Ha! Nice try, shorty. Keep it up, though, and you'll be scamming with the greats in no time.


Kiai


Impero mortuos!


Trust me when I say - the loss of the occasional wizard's staff or tome of enchantment is a bargain given the cost of allowing me to deteriorate.


*The Crown is in the depths of the Chionthar, waiting for your summons. You could reforge it, and revive the power of Netheril.*


Don't bother. You'd only subject us to her inevitable wailing.


I thirst for combat.


Not this again.


The druids' enchantment is impassable. You should have killed them before they sealed their grove.


<i>Nobody messes with my family - I'm all they've got.</i>


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


I'll strip your bones clean.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Each corpse placed with such precision. Much ill-spent care was taken to create this abomination.


Attack Critical<br>var3


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


I don't believe it. They can't be...


Hurt Critical<br>var 4


Good time for a chat.


You trying to get me in trouble?


I relish our time.


Jhessem discovered an old family tree in my study. We haven't had a moment's peace since.


We can only hope he indeed proves to be an ally...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


We cannot win this battle. Fall back!


They always do.


<i>Not a drop left. Very good.</i>


So, one dead devil, and you might learn something new about yourself, Astarion. Seems promising... if you trust Raphael, that is.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


If we were at sea, the Bitch Queen would drown us for that <i>travesty </i>of a shanty. And she'd be right.


Devilkin. Am I in the Hells?


Only a true diabolist would have such an infernal collection.


Dying Deep Exhale


Come on - play along now. <i>Haaaaaappy biiiiiirthday deeeear... </i>


*She shies away in fear, not understanding.*


<i>I am a mind flayer, yes. And the one who saved you. Again. </i>


This place wasn't built for the living.


And you've been keeping this from me all this time...? I thought we trusted one another.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Burning! Feathers burning!


It's a gnome's life for me.


Your mother was a heartbeat away from fighting a bear.


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Can't leave you in the lurch.<br>


This is it. I guess we... go inside?


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


These rocks look ancient. Not sure I could break them if I tried.


*Candulhallow's Tombstones. Remembering the deceased with sympathy and skill.*


A word of advice, then, if I may.


I'm sorry? You think you can take my money and then just back out? I will not be robbed by the likes of you!


She is. Though we've got about as much in common as a princess and a pauper.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Victory<br>


A whole fleet of nautiloids. Here, on the Sword Coast.


Baretha! Kill this fiend. I will continue to hunt for the weapon elsewhere.


Light on my feet.


Worse than a bloody child.<br>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Didn't figure something as big and ugly as you for a coward.


You were good. But just you wait - I'll get <i>better</i>.


Effort v5


Spot on again.


Zarys promised good coin for an <i>unopened </i>chest. If we want to collect, it needs to stay shut.


Arde!


Locked. I need to look elsewhere.


I'll take a crack.


These melodies...


You think I can't tell true drunk from false? Mate, I been guzzlin' grog since the <i>teat</i>.


At once.


Better see to this.


Sniff<br>var 2


You know, this park used to be a lovely spot for some peace and quiet. Alone. I suppose everything changes, eventually...


The Absolute's armies are on the march - and Baldur's Gate is their target.


Time to play midwife, elbow-deep in hag-gore.


I wonder if they police <i>every </i>trade in the city the way they're watching over us.


Ch-chum yourself up, and whisk the old luggy j-jug bug you. So be what?


With big wiggly legs!


Yes, but -


We should check it out - but be careful.


On your feet, Minthara! Today's not your day.


Immortal - and angered. What have I done...?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Hmm - a steel mould. Used in forges to cast armour and weapons.


Macte virtute!


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


Oh goody. A pissed off immortal.


No! Up, Wyll - you've taken worse wounds than this!


Your blood is beyond hope of redemption. May it water these accursed grounds and grow the sickly roses that will mark your grave.


I'm going back to Baldur's Gate, to track Cazador down in his lair. I'll be the last thing the bastard ever sees.


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


Thou hast become a greater Chosen than ever thou wert before, thine intelligence and wisdom a beacon for those who would study the Weave, and a scourge to those who threaten it.


Rite of the Timeless Body'. Nearly as good as immortality.


Hm. A book on Netherese magic. Gale may like to know.


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


You there! You're not getting out of this mess!


I am iron, steel, and silver. I am Vlaakith's blade. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith!</i>


The cavalry is here.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


Mother -


Then what are we supposed to do?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Citius!


Go on - excel.


Here. Take Lorroakan's gold in the meantime - spend it as you wish.


I left my sword in the cave. Don't tell, but... I don't want to touch it again.


Excuse me? That's just mean - we're all adults here.


A clown's bloody torso. No more belly laughs for Dribbles.


But your suffering is over, Shadowheart - and so is your parents'. I hope you find comfort in that.


Let's go.


Free for the taking.


You'll need coin and stamina in abundance to enjoy their services - but the gold will be as well-spent as you are.


Ugh... sure.


When the parasite entered your ruined mind - you became a pawn in my design.


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


Ugh - hold still, will you?


*And suddenly, another presence looms in your mind. Another <i>tadpole</i>.*


That might be worth a look.


Come now, don't be hard on yourself. I'm sure you carefully weighed the pros and cons.


*'The Prince of the Comet, Part Three.'*


With pleasure, my Queen.


Keeping my head down.


Take the Torch. Put it to whatever use you see fit.


*But you know your work has just begun. The people need a champion. They need the Blade of Frontiers.*


Imprisoned in Wyrm's Rock. A cold homecoming for a Grand Duke's son.


It would be a waste of effort to strike her again.


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


Lord Gortash is expecting you. Please make your way to the audience chamber.


Still loiterin'?


Well, at least there are still flowers here!


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


Must get food for Lady Mayrina - maybe some tasty hay.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Ravengard? Yes, of course - pardon the trouble. A cult army's on the move and we know for a fact there are spies among the exiles.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


No judgement. It's hard to know the right thing. Better to let others do the thinking, eh?


Why couldn't you just run away, you <i>stlarning</i> lunatic?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


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


Yes. We. But mostly <i>you.</i>


All the years of waiting... for this.


Let us pray for our new leader, kin. May she guide us to to Lady Shar's ultimate victory.


Effort v11


Good riddance to the shapechanger. Couldn't have happened to a worse wretch.


Yep! That's me!


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


Ugh.


<i>Cowards.</i>


Rest and know that I will pray.


There's more to this chest than it appears - a false bottom.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


May they rest in peace.


Hmm, a pixie. A rather quaint little find, for a place like this.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


<i>There </i>you are. I was wondering where you'd run off to.


But good - that means Zarys and her little operation weren't found.


<i>Tsk'va!</i> Guards! To me!


Nothing left but ash and bone. A fitting end to the Chosen of Myrkul.


Need some oil over here!


Lae'zel! Hold on, child.<br>


The necromancer? The General won't leave one of his own behind.


Aggressive action will not be tolerated.


Falling


Dying Burning<br>v5


I remember the first time you set foot in the Tribunal. Fallen paladin, coated in the blood of your order. Pure corruption, I knew you would go far.


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


*You were their Master, and he was yours. A cruel Master, a Dread Lord... a devoted Father.*


<i>This is most untrue of the Blushing Mermaid. A raucous hive, as usual. </i>


Dying Burning<br>v2


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I'd given you up for dead at the goblin camp - I'm damn glad to be wrong.


*The cub's beak snaps in the air, eager to rend<i>, yearning </i>for blood and soft belly-flesh.*


Nine.


Chosen... Of the... Absolute...


Instead, you tasted me, tested me - and turned away when you'd had your fill.


She swore she was no cultist, but you all lie - the Absolute <i>turns</i> you...


So <i>gentle. </i>You think saving him will stop the bloodshed? It <i>won't</i>.


Lead the way, Astarion.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Drunk


<i>Tir'su</i> script, scratched in the ground. As I expected: the crèche must be nested in the temple below.


Nah, it's great getting paid to do nothing but scratch my arse. Dream job, this is.


We can't abandon all these people. Right?


Find them. Keep them alive if you can. Failing that, just bring that shipment back. Unopened.


Good craftsmanship wasted on Selûne. Maybe it can be repurposed somehow.


Very well.


Ah - a Continual Flame. Nothing can douse it, near as I can tell.


Shadowheart. I hope all is well, my dear.


Can't imagine why. You're sound, he's sound. You've got a tadpole, he's got a tadpole. Like jam and scones.


I am an ox and ever will be. It's enough for me.


Don't you <i>dare</i>!


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


The True Soul who's going to save us is a Sharran. Desperate times indeed.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


This place is full of monsters! When my family comes for us, we'll kill them all.


More of the mind flayers' pets.


Well, that was invigorating.


With all this darkness, I'd forgotten what light, true blazing light, felt like. Thank you - we needed a bit of hope.


Citius!


Let's see what you're hiding.<br>


I... I think we're done here.


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


No, no - all are welcome to come and celebrate the life of a fallen waveservant.


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


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


Mystra has given you her blessing, I see. A reward for good behaviour.


<i>Do not lose sight of our bigger goal. We must seek out the brain.</i>


This plane is a blister of corruption.


There will be no retribution, Z'rell. Only vengeance - and that shall be mine.


Do it - dominate the brain. NOW!


Auntie is with me all the time. She makes me feel good.


If you won't allow the gith to suffer, then I'll just have to trust you'll make the right decision.


That could've gone <i>terribly</i>.


Me too, but I am keen to find joy in the consequences of the killing as well as in the act itself.


The rest of the note is pure gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Onwards. Ketheric can't hide from us now!


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Voco glacies!


No.


The Stone Lord's got a plan to rob the Counting House - and Nine-Fingers intends to catch up to him there.


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


*It was not happenstance that brought this idol of Lady Shar to these lands. Dark Justiciars were once a power around here.*


I did not say it was unwelcome. Should a warrior not enjoy the flattery of her admirers?


Victory<br>


<i>I</i> think you should open it.


Hear us, Absolute. <i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


Caeco te!<br>v2


It takes more than mere fire to break me, Ito.


You might as well lock the cell. You're too late.


There's no time to waste.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


Look at this thing, Doober! It's still kind of scary, only not really.


After all these years - these centuries - it's really over.


Love to be taken for granted.


Look who it is! You're just in time - noblestalk's propagated a treat. Have a look.


Easy.


Attack<br>var 2


Ex Textura!<br>v3


How many brains do they <i>need</i>?


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


Effort v11


Now now, Minthara. Can I help it if I'm too tempting to refuse?


Spectator's dead. The spell could fade...


Even the power of a squeaky ball isn't enough to break the dog out of that kennel.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Pallida mors!


Is that it? Can I go?


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Don't waste a step.


Effort v8


I don't even want to think what gory applications these tools have...


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


A sorry prize, yes. One that I wish was not so... but the world has a narrow view of who can be its saviour.


You know I can set you, and possibly myself, on fire, right?


Being a grown-up tastes awful.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Parchment-pallored villain.


We've been travelling with a vampire this whole time?


And I suppose you were stupid enough to kill her?


Such a sweet little kitten. Oh how it <i>screamed</i>.


Take your time... get a feel for it.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Tell me, why do you wish to reclaim your oath?


I'm talking.


PainPretend<br>var 3


You're one of the few alive who know anything about him, then.


It is not the form - it is the <i>freedom</i>. Your kind walk free, and other beasts carry your burdens.


Speak for yourself - I've got plenty of harm intended.


An offering from Moonrise Towers.


Oh pardon, I didn't want to inconvenience you with my age-old curse.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


SmileOpen<br>var 5


Snore
zzZzz


Pus-supping maggot.


The curse did not stop at ground level. It pierced the very skin of the earth.


But let's not get bogged down in semantics. I believe you were just leaving, weren't you? <i>Taaa!</i>


Needs a key.


That expression must sound curious to a githyanki ear, given the way they're birthed.


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


He said he'd turn my eyes in on themselves. To see <i>inside </i>me. Rolling and rolling until they <i>burst</i>.


Please hurry - for both your sakes.


If you say so, but I'll be watching you.


You endanger the sick!


Canto te!<br>v3


This body... a sacrifice, or some kind of display?


*The message is clear - stay, if you wish, but she will flee at a moment's notice.*


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


I'm not leaving him here. Not for any reason.


Return to the Astral Prism. Slay Orpheus the pretender.


Low and slow shall see me there.


<i>Lae'zel! No - stop!</i>


Does this <i>look</i> like an infirmary?


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Kin.


It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!


Poor child, she doted on her grandfather, the only person who tried to protect her when her mother failed to kill her.


Trust me - when you see what I'm capable of, you won't regret it.


No final plea? Good - reckon I've heard enough of those today.


<i>Ah, Blurg. Are you in need of my expertise?</i>


Be very, very quiet - I'm hunting idiots.


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


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


As I mentioned, we have some... other clients carrying out a transaction below. I would ask for your discretion.


What are you doing over there?


Impero tibi!<br>v3


This view's almost worth the walk.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Irretio in sphaera!


A cadaver with the brain removed. Is this how they puppet the Steel Watch?


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


That orb - it's a scrying eye. Someone's watching.


A priestess. One of the leaders, no doubt about it. Let's make her squeal.


We made it safe. Firm ground - thanks to you. Won't forget it.


Relic's supposedly hidden underneath a temple 'round these parts, and he'll pay gobloads for it.


As you wish - but should you change your mind, you know where to find me.


SmileClosed<br>var 3


C'mere, just you, me, and my friends 'ere.


I've seen this language before - inscribed on the Szarrs' signet ring, I think.


I tell ya, the scryin' eye was lookin' at me all strange.


An Unholy Assassin of Bhaal has victims, not adversaries.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Voco murus!<br>v2


More of the same.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


What, Lady Ague still playing that game? I don't have one ready.


<i>(Buy? Books as temperamental as these are not on sale. They are secured in our vault, where none can harm them, nor can they do any harm.)</i>


Smooth talker, aren't you? What did you have in mind?


Letter says there's a Harper stash somewhere around here.


Locked. Best find another way in.


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


These boots have seen everything.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


Corpora sana!<br>v3


A bit of patience is all I ask.


Dying Panic Fall


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Looking forward to it.


Fine day to storm a tower! Carry on! Don't mind a frail old Butler.


MMMMMMRRRRM.


Assimilate him? <i>Tsk'va! </i>No - we must <i>liberate</i> him!


Hm. Next time's the charm?


Plenty of supplies if you're running low, True Soul.


Florrick - I need your aid!


Moving.


A rich bounty, I hope.


There is an old inn nearby called Last Light. Some rabble are sheltering there, along with a cleric named Isobel. We have a friend on the inside, watching her.


Well, that was... interesting.


Something's blocking it from the other side.<br>


This is Mol's eyepatch - what's become of her?


Argh! You son of a -


I'm going to let you through because I don't want to take any risks. But you'd better not be lying.


*Beneath the resilient veneer, a touch of fragility. He needs comfort.*


Thank you. If I become a Dark Justiciar, I'll have Lady Shar's highest blessing, and her arsenal at my disposal. This will be good for all of us. Let's explore.<br>


The bridge is down. There must be another way through.


Cal and Lia were dragged away, along with the others. Rolan isn't... taking it so well. None of us, to be honest.


Away, away!


Falling


I'll need to see who's around. But with cash like what Lorroakan's offering, I don't think I'll have any trouble recruiting help.


Don't you be judging<i> </i>me. Sure you made it to the city with curtsies and cajoles, is that right?


Omnia mutantur!


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


If I thought the city had despoiled the nature above - that harbour water was far from a sparkling blue.


Ira!


Cowards are not tolerated in our ranks. Though I gather they are welcome in yours.


Blink and you'll miss me.


But you're right - he's no true vampire. Not yet. I don't suppose you'll tell me where he is?


What madness is this? If you would make light of this butchery... you are a monster. And I will not suffer you to live.


Well who ever heard o' chicken chase without <i>fire? </i>We're not bloody amateurs.


Non movere!<br>v3


Zorru did not lie - we will soon reach a githyanki crèche. It lies within an ancient temple at the mountain pass.<br>


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Can you blame him? His brother and sister are gone. He's... dealing with it as best he can. We all are.


Gods, HELP! SOMEONE HELP!


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


Dying Burning<br>v5


<i>The design was lost when the gith rebelled and ended our dominion.</i>


Fiat lux!<br>v3


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


Got yourself in trouble?


This doesn't feel right. I don't know what else to do, but still...


A dragon and elf, apparently befriended. One day I'll share such a bond with a dragon of my own.


Vandalism, thievery, murder, dawdling-with-intent. What crime did you commit?


Told yeh humans have no spine.


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


Come on, are your eyes even open?


Dying Deep Exhale


Who's that rummaging around in there? Show yourself!


Just another crate.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


Join me and my warband at the grove. It <i>will</i> fall.


Too close a call, and for what - a handful of baubles?


You've done the same for me. Who would've thought a vampire and a hellspawn could go so far together?


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


And you're carousing with Lae'zel.


This must be the forge. What a sight to behold.


*Joy in Stone - Compliments of Stoney and Boney*


Lord Astarion, unleash your nocturnal servants!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Gods no. It sounds like a lot of work.


Someone forgot to oil their equipment. Everything here is rusted to the Hells and back.


Orin has taught us much in your absence. I can't wait for you to see...


Footprints. There may be even more that survived the crash.


Stuck in place, I see.


There! A mind flayer - and it's <i>hurt</i>.


Inveniam viam!


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' If I didn't know better, I might think this one of Queen Vlaakith's protocols.


But I didn't. And that's what matters.


It's been too long.


Hmm. It won't move.


You did not harm her as much as I had hoped, but your work was adequate, as will be your reward.


Had a nice break in the Hells. Now that we're back, my engine's in overdrive again.


An opening in the metal. That mould should fit perfectly.


Why did you bring us here? Why did you do this to us?


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


No response? Ogres aren't the types to enjoy a quiet night by the fire, I suppose.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Shadowheart needs to speak to her more than I do. Better wait until she is free.


Malleus! v3


Thou art saucy as gruel.


You'd underestimate Orin the Red? The last mistake you'll ever make.


Are you all right?!


A shapeshifter? Not to state the obvious, but this circus is no place for children.


SmileOpen<br>var 2


Forget them? What <i>drugnin' </i>game are you -


Sphaera mortis!


HA! Hahaha! I can't believe you did it! You stupid idiot!


Same... As killed... Me...


Dedicated to the goddess Shar. Which probably isn't good news.


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


This latest conspiracy is rather ordinary in comparison. As is the solution.


*The mirror has already leached away all it desires from you. Your mind is but an empty cup.*


If I must.


Keep your distance, darling.


A cheap imitation.


I should be on the frontline, cleaving skulls.


<i>Strange that they need directions. There's only one way into the prison - down the hatch at the end of the corridor on the left. </i>


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith.</i> My Queen, hear me!


Hurt


A message hidden behind the canvas? Must be a captivating read.


I asked for your help. Set us on course for what happened at the Guildhall. So perhaps I have no right to question.


You seek to sur-vive. You seek power.


Hm. And now you have to consume gear Karlach really wants because...


Now report to the Steel Watch Foundry for immediate dismantling. You may not be a Steel Watcher, but you are dangerously unstable.


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


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


Mind flayers buried tadpoles in our brains, and then we crashed to the ground on the banks of the Chionthar.<br>


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


Enough lying about.


Caveat incantator!


Mm. The weight of it. And that blaze of <i>chaos</i>. Can't imagine this where my heart should be. Must be quite the experience.


You were sloppy.


Take that tone with me again, and you'll see no one. You'll be called when you're called.


You want <i>how much</i>? It was half that a tenday ago.


No! Not faster, you imbecile!


I didn't think anyone would ever actually find me...


Blood follows me everywhere.


You'll move a little lighter now. You're welcome.<br>


Good idea, I think.


That's it. Gather your might, slaughter the fiend that stalks you!


<i>Hrnng, chewy.</i> <i>Best </i>flesh.


You know the Maiden of Pain? How refreshing. But there is more to us than that.


You! What happened?


Used to be magic in this mirror. Something... dark. Shattered, now.


That you even entertain this ghaik shows you have learned nothing from our time together.


Hells, did I have to <i>sing?</i> The things I did for Lady Shar...


*You see flashes of flesh, all lumped together in a mass grave. No single image sticks out.*


Breathe deep, and move.


*That loss blooms into a sudden fury, burying claws in your mind.*


You must visit as soon as you can - there will be much for you to see, and not a soul among our numbers who will not wish to praise the saviour of Baldur's Gate.


Laughter


Is!


Better stay on guard - that thing's on edge.


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


Please, leave me be. I'm not in the mood for idle chatter.


Has that wriggler eaten your brain already? Leave. Or you'll end up in tonight's stew.


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


Said you could pass, didn't I?


The circus is gone...


But if you won't accept my kindness, that's on your slimy head.


Feel my hamster's healing touch!


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Do it, and I'll let Wyll off his leash. A devil <i>always</i> keeps her promises.


Why <i>exactly</i> would I choose that course now, when I have so much to live for?


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


What in the hells - get back!


Now I have a question for thee: what is the worth of a single mortal's life?


I'm afraid your estate is not registered on the Sword Coast customs censuses - have you been paying your mansion taxes?


If one of ours was a traitor, one of the Harpers might be too. It's always the do-gooders, isn't it?<br>


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Wine? A student with decadent tastes, perhaps.


I am the red dragon Qudenos - Master of Flames, Splitter of Skies. I will be the one to carry Voss into battle against Vlaakith -


Not bad. Again.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Oh my, the frail old dear cowers behind a child - and thinks it will <i>save</i> her.


Another mind, clouded by the disruptor's lies. Another soul to cleanse.


Heh. Then I'd best track down a bottle - before the rest polish it off.


Victory<br>


No effect. It's lost whatever magic it held.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Agh!


<i>Chk</i> - seems magic concealed the true nature of 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. Clever - almost.


Get used to the new form, pet - there's no going back. Some magic, even I can't undo.


Very good, sir.


Ugh. I haven't been this sick since I landed here.


You. Up.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Wait, it's bloody <i>gone. </i>Where the -


I am not Orin; I know the value of alliance. Bane teaches his followers to <i>reward</i> those who support his chosen, not to betray them.


I won't leave. It's safe in here. But not for you.


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


In another life, you'd have made an excellent Ironhand Gnome. Farewell.


May it please Mystra.


Thank you for agreeing to find Wulbren. It means a great deal to me, indeed.


Don't worry. My master sent me to help.


Lice-ridden cur!


Bah! It looks like a duergar, but it speaks like a beast.


We'll still be with you. By the Moonmaiden's grace, we'll never be far. Please, Jenevelle.


Victory v3


Door won't budge. Must be a way to open it...


Employees only past this point. You wanna buy something, talk to Mr Sonshal.


Piles of bodies - very old, by the looks of them.


And also... when we get there, I'd be head of the Thieves' Guild.


We could go for a walk - would you like that?


Dying


I know your fears, girl -the unknown father, offering an embrace of fang and claw.


Saw... brain... in water...


<i>Infinite permutations. Infinite possibilities. Before, they'd have driven me mad. Now, I can see them all.</i>


Dying Freezing to Death


Get out here, cub! It's time to finally earn your keep.


That was close - this entire place would've been destroyed.


Scab-licking vagrant!


Excellent - now all I need is that lantern.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


...School? <i>School?</i>


Tell me, darling - how is she?


True, we'd never have to fear the sun. Never have to fear vampire hunters.


I can't believe that worked. These shadows really do twist people.


As you were, citizen.


Do not presume any would follow <i>your </i>path, Sarevok. After all, you've shown them its sad and meaningless end.


Kiai


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


Silence is all you can muster? An extraordinary show of contempt. Is our bond worth so little?


These wounds will heal.


Unfortunately. I stuck my nose in a hag's business, and she hexed me in return.


*Hiss!*


*Your attention wanders for a moment and you miss the import of Vellioth's ghostly whisper.*


This head's a long way from home. Belongs to one of the Fugue Plane's death devils.


Time to go.


By the planes, it is bound to us. A grave portent - or perhaps an encouraging one.


Keep me at your side, and I will invoke protocol. It is my people's duty to aid infected githyanki.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Death is just the beginning. You will suffer for eternity.


Inaccessus!


You spherical git.


I'm feeling rather unsteady...


The druid Halsin is in here <i>somewhere.</i>


Well, you don't see power like that every day.


Look, I really need you all to leave right this instant.


But it'll cost you.


I haven't survived for two centuries by being reckless. And I hope to survive at least two more.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Maybe if I squint?


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Better get you out of there.<br>


She has a rather loathsome habit of popping into existence all over the house to shout words of encouragement to the other denizens.


Connor? Connor!


Pay attention.


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


Won't budge.


The Flaming Fist are playing it cool, but look at them - they're scared.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Gnolls erupting from corpses? I've not seen the likes of it.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


I don't blame that monster. I blame him.


Plenty. Lots of angry people in this city. No one else to take it out on.


*The very same skeleton you catch trying to sneak up on you now.*


Then look no further. The Zhentarim can protect the city - but only with Nine-Fingers out of the way.


Time!


Superb.


You cannot deny your own blood.


Heh.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


Another fight. Let's go.


Ugh - what a horrid sight that was.


Huh. Weird.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


We need Mol. <i>Please </i>get her back<i>. </i>


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


Pretty as you are, this is no time for a natter. Head on in to Last Light.


We get along quite well, I think.


It is a decision worthy of consideration.


I need a little extra edge.


I'm on my way!


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


These shitheads aren't worth the hassle. You got yourself a deal.


Head to the city why don't you? There'll be plenty more there to interest you than here, I'm sure.


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


I can't believe I didn't see you for what you are. A <i>murderer</i>. You killed her, and in doing so you've spelled our doom.


Employees only past here. If you're expecting any packages, they'll bring them down to you.


I bet that sword's loaded with magic, Gale.


<i>Enjoyed</i> it? Sir, I had no less than two maidens and a bachelor clawing at my door the very next morn.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Now answer - what is your true purpose?


As do I.


I have a lot on my mind.


If it's not too serious, you could try his apprentice, Nettie. She's with the other druids, in the inner grove.


Gems from the plane of Minauros. Pretty enough, though they lack the lustre of Boo's eyes.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


Voss, to battle!


Hurt


You're gonna have to tell one of the others to scram if you want to make room for me.


Don't like patrolling? Don't join the cashguards!


I should've closed my eyes.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


VO_SFX : Downed v2


Extra Recovered <br>V2


The time has come.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


What lies within?


Effort v2


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


New considerations.


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


<i>Argh...</i>I'm coming along. Just not fast enough. Any word on my people?


That thing - a monster hiding in plain sight.


Te curo!<br>v2


We grew complacent - underestimated the depths of Shar's bitterness, the fanaticism of her followers.


<i>You have exhausted our alliance, and in so doing, you have ruined us all.</i>


It's back!


You know, if you'd just look the other way for a minute...


I am coming.


*You feel hot bile rising in your throat as your body breaks into a sweat. Your vision blurs and your legs threaten to give in.*


Orin's own Butler. Isn't it meant to be undying?


Seems we'll have to free Nere before we can collect the bounty on his head.


Looks as though the homeowner's up to no good - I only hope no one gets hurt.


Now you need my help.


Listen up, folks - I got a job needs doing.


Omnia mutantur!


Hmm, a pixie. Curious little thing.


Gods. You caused so much sorrow, all for a damnable <i>fling.</i>


Mundus vult decipi!


Until recently, I'd never felt the regret of an unwanted farewell. And now, I feel it double.


The little lordling has been whispering in your ears? He always knew how to tumble and twist your mind matter, leave you knotted in his cords.


Baldur's... Gate... Brampton... district...


*A goblin priestess seems an unlikely ally, but you have faith she can destroy the tadpole in your brain.*


Mors animae!


You swore to deliver vengeance, to hunt down those who had wronged and ensure they felt the sting of justice.


Barbarian Idle Roars


Sad.


They didn't live here though. Steps are too big.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


Te curo!<br>v2


Stuck, eh? Hold on.<br>


IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT THAT YOU DON'T PANIC EVEN WHEN YOUR EYES EVAPORATE FROM THE HEAT


From the lady's <i>story.</i>


Keep it down in there! Some of us are trying to drink in <i>peace</i>.


Look at that face! That's disgusting!


We go and have a little chat with Nestor. Well, <i>you</i> do.


Y-you what? <i>You </i>did this?


Where do I go from here?<br>


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


Please keep an eye on her while you're looking for Master Halsin... just in case.


I will not turn from my queen! EXALTED VLAAKITH. I AM RESTORED!


Hm?


If you insist. Don't expect to fare well without me to save you.


Keep your bloody thoughts to yourself and your head down.


<i>First you must forget. The sacrifice has been made. Surrender all memories of these two to my embrace.</i>


That ritual. A common growth spell, but... <i>altered</i>, somehow.


Looks like some high value items. Wonder if they can get gotten...


Hang on!


What was that?!


With glee.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Effort v8


Unclog your hole - just shitting around.


You reek of <i>his </i>blood. You snivel here looking for scab-scrapings of<i> his </i>favour. <i>Snivel well</i>, murder-whelp.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


*Where once the mirror showed nothing, there is now <i>something</i>. Memories, experiences, skills. All prised from the minds of others, and now offered to you, to choose from.*


- but I cannot let you live!


Murder sounds better every day. If I wasn't such a coward, I'd join a cult of Bhaal.


Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.


On my way.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


A grim-looking piece. I'll bet it's responsible for more than a few howls and screams.


((*<b>King of Kings, I am.</b> let this place be sacred: <b>Circle Glut </b>takes root!*))


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Thou didst dare to challenge Mystra, to claim her domain as thine own.


But... so be it. It is you who has the key to Moonrise, not I. Do what you must - if it rids us of this cult, we'll consider the price well-paid.


The disc moved - must be connected to the offerings on the altar.


*You catch a waft of something foul - metallic and sickly-sweet.*


G'wan, line is that way!


((*I can mend neither skin nor spirit. but we still might commune*))


Recovered <br>V3


I can't believe you signed that contract. We'll discuss this. Later.


I'll use it to heal blight wherever it reaches.


Effort v9


That's putting it mildly.


An unbeknownst command by fools that would intrude.


Stop it! I know you want to help them, but I can't let you find the antidote.


Karlach. Since when has flattery been in your bag of tricks?


You got the gnome leader's head?


Worked a treat. Watcher lost track of us right away - we'd have been stomped to paste without the grenade.


Poor Oskar. Held to ransom again...


*It was in Vlaakith's name that you learned the art of the blade. It was by her protocol that you sought purification.*


Wyll told me you gave us up to the goblins - bloody glad he had it wrong.


A living witness is unlikely, I'll admit. But perhaps there'll be an <i>unliving </i>witness, or some lingering echo of what we seek.


<i>Eliminate.</i>


Don't look down your nose - it's gotta be done. Followers of the Absolute are everywhere.


Minthara's pregnant. A new life, a little one, sprung from all this fuckin' chaos.


...M... any... heaaarts... one... <i>soul</i>...


A key. Wonder what it opens?


The Duke's counsellor!


Down but not out.


Lift, damn it!


Now your turn. What do <i>you</i> know about the killings?


Should have watched your footing.


What, exactly, was the point of that?


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


He was willing to hire anyone who'd work for cheap. And I am nothing if not cheap.


Lice-ridden cur!


Not that you'll be grateful.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Tell the sergeant where she went - Beldron's still trapped with that maniac Nere!


Hey, cut it out, will you? I've got deliveries to manage.


<i>That means... I won't burn out.</i>


A strange coin. I wonder what it's worth.


Nice and quiet now.


As impossible as that task sounds, there must be a way to break the spell that makes him invincible. There are secrets in this ancient waste, hidden from...


Toodle-oo.


A dragon and elf, apparently befriended. One day I'll share such a bond with a dragon of my own.


It's no use.


Damned slavers. Just the sight of them turns my stomach.


Goblins ahead!


Someone's already slain these creatures. A pity they didn't leave any for us.


All these Fists just to keep us out of the Upper City. I <i>live </i>there! They've got no right!


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Big noises are happenin'. Popper is closed! CLOSED.


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


*Here lies Ogre Bob (his arm, anyway, it's all that would fit). He will be missed at Whitburn Quarry.*


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Look at this place. It's filthy! The Guild isn't what it was in my mother's time.


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


*A hero is nothing without the right equipment. See Danthelon's Dancing Axe for all your adventuring needs!*


Go to hell.


What to do?<br>


Quite a collection of famed wizards - one for each door.


'Vlaakith's faithful roar out this tale. But beneath the roars, we hear whispers carrying truth and prophecy.'


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


I guess... we'll never... find out... now...


Timmasks - known to cause confusion. Best not get too close.


Spare me your salutes, guardswoman. You let us slip right past you.


But I wouldn't bother him if I were you - he doesn't like to be disturbed when he's in <i>the zone. </i>


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Pity we had to kill him. He seemed more lonely than cruel.


Yield to this pilgrim. Do not hamper his path.


I want to help, but I can't. Not until I know they'll do what has to be done, if it comes to that.


I don't care which necromancer they've killed - it's taking up too many pages.


Karsus. The child-who-would-become-a-god. He was the most powerful wizard ever known... and he attempted to unseat the goddess of magic herself.


Perished... but that means... but <i>Wulbren</i>. How could it be...?


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Come on, buy, buy, buy!


You haven't disappointed me yet, True Soul. I hope, for your sake, you're on Balthazar's trail.


Have to keep going.


*You recognise the crest she bears - the winged serpent of the Zhentarim.*


Off we go, then.


Doesn't open from here.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


And my patron will reward you for my rescue - tenfold whatever ransom you pay, I guarantee it.


Curious - what are those marks there?


Strange. And useful, perhaps.


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Didn't you hear me the first time?


You just want to go to the Velveteen Elixir, don't you?


Must be drawing close.


A merregon mask, no less. Hells' footsoldiers - their bodies disintegrate, leaving only these behind.


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


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


Useless.


That should work.


<i>What?</i>


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


I must admit, some of the items here are quite marvellous.


Really? I figured you would have joined your fellow gith in a colony raid.


DRAGON FORK IS GONNA EAT YOUR BABIES.


In Bhaal's name.


Grateful? I've got Laduguer's Bite! I'm dying! Why else do you think I was petrified?


No word from the scouts yet?


Oof, that must have hurt.


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


A prayer - and with the same symbol as that chest. Seems I found myself a key.


Don't get too close - beasties are hungry, and you look like food.


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


He's my husband. He's worth everything.


Wait - isn't he from the grove? He had the idol-stealing daughter...


Don't think - just run.