*You see the hag. She walks <i>through</i> the door - its form shimmering.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Dhourn... House Ba'Tol... Gravenhollow scholar...


This is no place for amateurs.


All right. I suppose you've earned a little trust. But only a little.


He must give it to her when the time comes, or his lust for power might well consume him.


Attack! Get yer blades wet!


Staffs, tomes, cowls - the form doesn't matter, so long as it's brimming with Weave.


If you've been sent to test me - it's working.


A bit extra.


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


You know, somehow I can believe that.


And she's vanished. Again.


*Ravengard sees Mizora and her infernal sisters. He sees the agony in your face as an impossible choice is set before you.*


Enough chatter. We retrieve Halsin, we find a cure.


Damn it. So much for using that thing to protect us.


You would be lost without your Butler, but you shall never be without me.


It's hard to picture, honestly. That Cazador could never beat you in a fair fight.


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


That bloody freak won't get away with this. That's <i>my </i>wizard she took. And we're going to get him back.


These souls clawed their way back from the Fugue Plane for vengeance.


Sir... you'll want to speak to Gekh. He's in charge.


A magic keyword. That'll help us in the Archive.<br>


Morning. I hope last night's little unpleasantness hasn't left a bad taste in your-


Looks like you need a little help.<br>


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


Not working. Must be turned on elsewhere.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Many were painted by someone I held dear to my heart. And, as such, they are like him - priceless. I have some other pieces I'd be willing to part with, if you'd like to take a look?


Maybe.


I do not fall for my foes. I vanquish them.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


Liberating them may be a salve to your conscience, but it is not a kindness. The city's poorer quarters will be their feasthall.


<i>You, Mr Needle, for making their story known. </i>


Crusty rogue.


Of course! Browse responsibly, now.


My power walks with you.


Let's go. We don't need to listen to this.


I won't turn my back!


Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite.


Good idea, I think.


Might be some potions inside. Or a load of cursed scalpels flying at our faces.


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


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Attack Critical<br>var3


*It is a fitful night, haunted by the bitter memories of the past.*


Ah, the fighting foulblood. Glad to know one of you has a spine.


Can't talk - shades might come clambering over the barricade any time.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Seems the owner of this place is responsible for those explosive stuffed bears in the barn.<br>


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.


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


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Shadowheart! Don't you dare die here.


This will help you.


Effort v7


Alas, poor pigeon. Looks like it was dragged towards the temple.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


That water looks tainted. Better to avoid it.


It can only be a good thing when gith war against gith. Minsc and Boo are simply grateful to be included.


My crèche had one of these too. The stricter the discipline, the stronger the soldiers.


Finish what Lorroakan started, of course. I shall cage her and channel her invulnerability.


Moisten whatever you like, so long as you do not share dangerous secrets.


For all the gifts Bhaal's children inherit - a peaceful night's sleep is not among them.


*You will be immortalised in legend - generations upon generations will celebrate the tale of Gale of Waterdeep - the wizard that defeated a Netherbrain.*


The neighbours are talking out of their arses. Besides our pantry is <i>full.</i>


Now, on you go. And happy hunting.


Now you've smashed Ketheric, Mattis said it's safe to go to Baldur's Gate - thank you!


YEAH!


Home.


Damn. I better get over there.


You see a crowd, you join it. Normal behaviour. Completely normal.


This must be what's causing the curse. Now to find a way to stop it...


What are you talking about? I can shut up whenever I want!


You have one word. Tell me: what will you be?


Fading fast.<br>


Gortash's got all the protection he needs. A cultist makes so much as a peep, the Watch'll turn them to cinder.


Nothing. Better leave it for now.


...That's that, then.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Sine metu!<br>v3


Right - let's keep moving.


I'll know soon enough. The devil will deliver, once the price is right.


But! No matter. Here I am and here you are. Please - unlock this cell and we can both of us escape.


It feels like... my magic is getting drained!


You have already become illithid, but you do not yet know what it is to <i>be</i> illithid. Soon, you will be a fragment of the hivemind, nothing more.


'Blood of Lathander.' Real or metaphorical?


Very well - but I'm keeping an eye on you. And no wisecracks about having us for supper.


Of course.


By the Triad, <i>why would you do that?</i>


The reference to a 'hot hammer' is rather puzzling though. Whoever wrote these papers must have been rather delirious.


Leave me alone, you PIG!


To mete out the Absolute's justice, I hear.


Isn't that something? The artefact scattered the voice to the four winds.


Hunting... ingredients... noblestalk... with my love...


Watch your back.


I hope your goddess is pleased.


Whatever you do, just do it quickly. I can't go on waiting...


Mors animae!<br>v2


One of the little bastards tried to fight me with a wooden sword!


Laughter Maniacal


No - you don't understand!


Better keep an eye out for more.


I'll do worse to Nere's lapdog, <i>hoon. </i>


Not much of a god after all. Whatever power he had, it died with those creatures.


Laughter


Well... 'works' might be putting it a little strong, but... makes it feel less terrible, at least.


*Your little speech isn't enough to hide your guilt. You'll have to resolve this in a bloodier fashion.*


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Light in the sky. Light at last.


I think I'm going to be sick...<br>


And so many needed for the casting. Unusual.


Effort v4


Recovered <br>V4


I reckon those warriors holding the bridge can be fought off... if it comes to that.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


I'm no metalsmith, but I believe I need some fire.


*There she stands. Mystra. Your goddess. Your lover. Your past. And no ordinary idol.*


*A fetid smell assaults your nostrils. Dead flesh lies below - a great deal of it.*


Do you, now? Mistress Zariel will be pleased to hear it.


Footprints. <i>Deep gnome</i> footprints.


This place could use a little light.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


*You relinquish the spoils of your thievery. Never mind. There's more where that came from.*


Nothin' but the bird, True Soul.


*With a start, the spell knits your mind together - just about long enough for you to recall a single image.*


Hells. The great wyrm is nothing but bone and memories.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Even I cannot carry everything.


<i>This wretch has left destruction in her wake, made me a mockery. She will bring me the Netherstone - and then I will crush her.</i>


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


Looks like the mutts got here before I did.


Oh, just shut up and let the wizard leak.


On your feet, soldier.


But perhaps there are other flavours that might satisfy my palate.


*If you believe her, killing her would be a crime. But break your pact, and the consequences will be unfathomable.*


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


*Ragzlin's mind resists your penetration. He speaks his first question.*


Duke Ravengard...? Better free him.


Dodge


Tribe.


Reckon so... There's <i>something </i>off about you, anyway. Might be brain rot.


There can be no doubt about it. But even Dame Aylin experiences lapses in her fine judgement.


I admire any who follow their curiosity to novel and unexpected means. This is how the world changes for the better.


*Your conscience pricks - you did agree to an alliance, after all. But then again, what honour need there be with someone like Gortash?*


Guess it's activated elsewhere.


On my way.


I've no doubt she has the power to do so, but as for the permission... Ao would not look kindly on her meddling in mortal affairs. Divine intervention has a tendency to make things worse, not better.


To a holding cell, where she can cool down. I wouldn't dare harm such an old friend. But I can't have her disturbing our fete.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Ferio!


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


Open up.


<i>Hmm.</i> Lord Pox.


That light - it's protecting me from the curse.


Falling


Thank you. I prefer when they smile.


Wolves... arrived when our host left... slaughtered us...


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Time for some bloody work.


The latest challenger to the Guild's position. But probably the first one to actually make us sweat.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


Weak


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


Best step carefully if I don't want it to be my last.<br>


No. You're not saying? You're wrong. You're <i>wrong. </i>Bells...


That is the very purpose of training - to determine which children shall be warriors, and which are suited to other roles.<br>


A banquet lies before you. Why should you not gorge?


I'm on my way!


...thrashed 'is arm with my bare hands. Weaker than pixies, humans.


Research notes on the shadow curse. It may be wise to heed what's said here.


This whole journey's been one grim sight after another. Gnolls, goblins... <i>drow</i>.


I just wanted to go home.


You honour your clan, miss. I'm in your debt.


Come on, get up.


*He runs away. Only time will tell if he'll reappear.*


The path forward awaits.


This would be different, Karlach. Together, we can face anything - no matter what Avernus throws at us.


*That little confession appears to have sealed your fate.*


Maybe I'll drink my paints, hm? You won't get your damn ransom then!


Or it'll come back to haunt us.


It isn't too late to do the right thing, though.


Be a shame if you came all this way without havin' a look. But I can't let you pass just like that.


But something tells me you're not hurting for coin. A good, discreet killer's always in demand.


It doesn't matter how many times you try - I know who you are. You are not the one I wish to see.


Incredible - you actually think you hold the winning hand.


Dum vita est, spes est!


Danthelon's Dancing Axe. A Harper's home from home, according to Jaheira.


Non movere!<br>v2


Vlaakith guide me.


The arm of a clown. Some madman has a sense of whimsy.


A map of tunnels running under the Open Hand Temple, with one murdered priest's name scrawled on top - 'Father Lorgan.'


A little souvenir.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


<i>We have warned... heed us... never opened... NEVER.</i>


Hideous. <i>All of it.</i>


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


We're in it now, whatever comes.


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Look at that.


There's figures hiding in the foliage - might be a trap.


Enjoy the party.


The old ways were lost over time - now some claim the rank simply by killing a single Selûnite. But before, they were a true elite. Many would attempt the trials, but few would succeed.


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


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


*The quiet, unassuming shadow to Jaheira's strength, Khalid was another warrior who helped end the Bhaalspawn Crisis. Shortly after, he was murdered by the mad mage Jon Irenicus.*


*Beneath the dirt and blood, you notice that every prisoner has a rune carved into their flesh.*


But there is one anchor still holding the shadows in place. The soul that brought it into being.


Yes, Boo, of course we will say hello.


A thing like that could swallow each of us whole - raw or incinerated.


I hardly think we need to consider something that drastic.


Come. The next page in our saga begins.


This execution was a farce, Counsellor Florrick didn't - wait. Where's her body?!


Please, we've got to get to light...


Second, there's a non-zero chance that it'll turn me into a purple, glistening monster.


What beautiful music...


Remember - once it's lit, you commit!


I need a hand... quickly!


I can't believe I actually kissed you once. May Lady Shar scour my tongue.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Don't bother the workers out here. They're already behind on deliveries without you lot pestering them.


You've made a grave mistake.


It's a secret, right. 'Tween you and me. That... that was amazin'. But don't tell 'im I said that.


Dum vita est, spes est!


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


Piles of bodies - very old, by the looks of them.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


No one mentioned he might have some old crone dropping in as backup.


You turned your back on me, on your city, to chase the she-devil and her power. She stinks up this place even now.


All this horn is good for now, is to sound a last farewell for those ogres.


I'd like to say I respect Lae'zel's choice. But her faith has turned to fanaticism.


A deep elf - in our grove, on this day. A sign. Or rather, a <i>gift</i>.


Always a pleasure.


Odd.


No. Stop. My love - We can save her. We can take her to Avernus.


When I have had my vengeance on the cult, I do not know if my oath will still hold.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


We let you in, and you go trashin' our stuff? Just bad manners, that.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


What are you waiting for? You cannot wield the Netherstones unless you become a mind flayer.


If the illithid objects, Minsc and Boo will tear off his tentacles.


I've got a long road ahead.<br>


Who cares what the illithid thinks. If we can get Orpheus on our side, we're golden.


Don't have anything to put here.


They could be sacrifices for the Black Mass, but where did he get them all?


<i>Good. On the other side, you'll find a passageway known only to those invited to do business.</i>


I can be social - if I must.


Not when this mess is of my making. I sent the Harpers hunting after the cult without thinking what it would mean to be hunted in turn. Now they are compromised.


Mystra has a shrine within the city. Located in the Stormshore Tabernacle, if my memory serves me.


I'm missing heat. Lava.


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


Ah, hm. Well good then. Let's carry on.


That's capitulation, not a solution. Let's search for less drastic means.


Excuse me? What plans? Lurking in the sewers, feasting on rat brains?


Our saviour! Please, I want to ask you something.


Effort v8


Meditation Breathing


I am also granted the power to provide holy resurrection through sales of revivification scrolls.


Making myself invulnerable, immortal or in any other fashion <i>unkillable</i> would render it useless. And gods only know what it might do to the orb itself...


Killed by cursed shadows. A fate I'd rather avoid.<br>


The chest's clearly worth a lot to the Zhentarim, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


Always another step to go.<br>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Capture... Selûne's... cleric...


The master will do as he wishes, but I will not disobey his command.


My name belongs to my mother, so our House will have a new name - your name - and the world will learn to fear it.


You were my very first, after all. I learnt everything about the parasites from you.


A wychlaran face veil, worn by powerful witches in the Urlingwood wilds of Rashemen. The adornment of a skilled spell-weaver.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


*Your eye finds the source of the gleam: a small mote of black metal. Adamantine.*


Stop meddling where you aren't wanted, <i>istik</i>.


It's been a fruitful partnership, no doubt. Without Nine-Fingers clogging up the works, the Zhentarim have a clear run of the cities on the coast now.


Me? This is home base. I'm not even going to ask what <i>you're </i>doing here. Plausible deniability.


All right. But hurry it along, yeah?


Nice try. You just want the book for yourself.


Shh.


Horribilissimus!


On the double.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Excuse me? I'm an eternally young vampire, not your doting grandmother.


I've got all sorts on offer, if you're worthy of 'em.


Tsk, poor bird. Looks like it was taken to the Open Hand temple.


Looks like those two are about to fight...


And you are <i>ghaik</i>.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v2


I overheard that the cultists are sending all of their captives to Moonrise Towers.


Te video!


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


Suit yourself.


Oh no. Tragic.<br>


*It is not a gnome who stands before you, but a mere husk.*


A druidic idol? Gale would love this.


Eyes to yourself, elf.


If I had a little coin, I could afford to be self-righteous too. Take it.


The gith from the nautiloid. Why did I survive, when he did not?<br>


Dying Deep Exhale


Th-thanks, I guess.


Non fit injura!


All dead. Seems Father Lorgan's help wasn't worth much.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


Hey!


Very well - we know our task. Find Voss' contact in Baldur's Gate. They hold the key to setting the Prism's dweller loose.


If the Steel watchers had eyes, at least you'd feel like you were being watched by something with a soul.


They're not Your faithful, Majesty.


She dreams that your corpse will be her masterpiece, but she forgets - before your incident, you were the true master.


Besides, we're talking about a slave.


I have powers of my own, unique powers. But know that we are alike.


All the good bits is yours, of course.


Might find something useful.


And I'll be delighted to see you try - from a safe distance.


It's only a lamp. What more was I expecting?


You're a precious little thing, aren't you? Would you like to live here with me?


Well, well. Look what we have here.


That's the worst thing I've seen all month, and I poke around corpses for a living.


Vlaakith will be furious. She fears nothing more than the loss of her empire. The knowledge I have of her deception will bring that about.


Imps on a <i>gh'ath?</i>


Seen her run with a barrel under her arm. Just a small one, but enough to blow the drow out.


I'll show you what a true fey does, dearie.<br>


<i>His hand moves lower, and he pulls me even closer toward him. I'm all nerves now, all starry, as my head explodes, showering him with skull fragments to reveal a mass of tentacles - OH GODS!</i>


They took her head. So that she could not spill her secrets, I think.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Something's improved, but his wits may take time.


Seen this mess? Flamin' Fist thuggo took a chunk outta me arm last raid out.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Stuck in place, I see.


Effort


Aylin seems a little subdued since you came back. Did something happen?


<i>Agent of CHAOS. </i>


And yet, there's too much a few answers could undo...


A power born of illithids might be dangerous in the wrong hands, but valuable in ours.


That's that, then. Is this some new art trend I've not been made aware of?


Remember when he could barely cast that?


What do we have here...?


Now, form a line. I'll not ask again.


*Tomorrow, you will fight harder than ever before.*


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


Selûnite. I would have looked on this with scorn, once...


Dying Burning<br>v2


You - you read it? Technically that's interfering with someone else's property. I should report you to the nearest manip.


*You recall Volo's treatise 'Libations in the Realms': duergar seldom drink as it can reawaken memories of mind flayer enslavement.*


He looks like a druid, all right. Halsin, I presume?


Curious. Looks like someone made a little den for themselves here.


<i>(Literature Department. Can I help you?)</i>


Well to the hells with you - and your god and all. Guards! Weapons!


Hmm. Bugger did eat our last chicken.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I think these were the people Father Lorgan was trying to help.


Effort v4


Scrawny thing like you? I'll believe that when I see it.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Ah, the joy's faded. No matter - I much prefer furious indignation.


We offer no gold, but we do give you a promise.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


What is... this place?


Lead on, soldier. This nasty hole has nothing on us.


One touch and this will fall apart.


The stone is quiet. So why am I so sad?


We find Voss at Sharess' Caress and retrieve the key to releasing the prince. <i>Orpheus tavki na'zin!</i>


Even injured, a <i>ghaik</i> can kill. Proceed with caution.


Swift progress.


The prize is claimed.


It's a trap!


Agreed. A bit of shiny armour doesn't impress me <i>that </i>much. I don't want to get taken in by a pretty offer and pay the price later on.


Something of an improvement, at least.


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


*But your journey is not over.*


I'll fix you up.


But if we are to succeed, we will need others.


Optimist that I am, I hope you are of similar heroic vintage.


That sounds about right. Best figure this thing out before we damn ourselves one way or another.


Run along, True Soul.


Scandals! Vandals! Where to buy sandals! It's all here in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette!


Thank you - for stepping up when I didn't. I'm damn glad you were here.


The only way for a Butler to die is if we are not of use to our Master. But you have always needed <i>abundant </i>assistance.


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


How dare you! After all I've done for you - after everything I've sacrificed!


But - but the Spider Queen! Lolth! Our due!


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


Don't waste a step.<br>


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


What are you, pirates?


Listen lass, only a special sort could'a done what you did. Thank you.


I was selfish to ask you to live a half-life as a plaything for the Blade of Avernus. And even more selfish, to be disappointed by your answer.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


Laughter


Heard about this wise woman out in the back-end of nowhere who could help. I knew it was too good to be true. But I didn't care.


Clearly the matter has hardly been a priority of yours, but even so, you can consider it closed.


<i>Washin' my pits, washin' my pits, this is my song when I'm -</i>


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


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


I know I had designs on you. But I'm glad you found a little happiness with someone who could actually give it to you.


These mark tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple. With the dead priest's name written above - do you smell fish, Boo?


Efforts


Disgusting burrow rat.<br>


Pickets, ballistas, siege engines... a little old-fashioned, too. A hundred years? More?


Stuck in place, I see.


A few things are missing from your pack. Is that right?


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


I intend to take my pleasure. Say the word 'no', and you return to the celebration untasted.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Drink must be tellin' on me. Guess I need some more. Heh.


Ugh. I haven't been this sick since I landed here.


Oh god. You know I want that more than fucking <i>anything.</i>


You <i>what</i>? Go on then, we're bored - give us a taste.


Then stop wasting my time, <i>istik</i>.


A dark relic, touched by Shar's very domain - perhaps as old as Gorothir himself.


You'll be stronger than ever.


Defying the gods themselves? I had <i>no </i>idea.


Stultissime!


Talk about cutting it close. The entire place could have come crashing down.


<i>His will be done.</i>


And we're happy to <i>be </i>helped. Now, what can I do for you?


*There's an almost endless world for you to explore. Even if you can only see it at night.*


You bear that which is ours. But are you friend, or are you thief?


A dragon lives under Baldur's Gate, waiting for a hero to wake him. Or so the author believes.


This Inquisitor sounds like a daunting chap. But who knows? Perhaps he'll answer our questions.


No, no - Wyll's down!


... goblins... laughing... cutting...


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


Enough. I am not your enemy!


Death won't take me yet.


They were beneath me, at times. But also above me, And standing, at certain points.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Yes, my boy?


Ready. Ready to curecure<i>cure</i>.


Brave words when you're hiding down here with the rest of us. Listening to stories and waiting for the end like the rest of the children?


Boo?! Have we angered the furnishings somehow?!


Yeah! Fun!


Frange! v2


A beautiful idol - crafted with reverence.


Oh <i>no.</i>


Vae victis!<br>v3


Karlach and Wyll seem to have put their differences aside. I thought it was going to come to blows for a moment.


The very same said to hold the weapon we seek.


Look - whoever you are, whatever you're into, you'll find it in Baldur's Gate. <i>I </i>only have eyes for this one here.


There'll be nothing left of this ship soon. No time to slow down.


By the Nine Hells - she's not going to like <i>that</i>.


The shades are long dead - no need to show any mercy.


<i>There</i> they are - the great champion of Baldur's Gate. I'll gather the snares, you can fletch the arrows.


I'm sorry, True Soul, sir. I didn't realise.


Praise the Absolute!


I'd never believe it if I hadn't just seen it. Nicely done!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


<i>You're</i> here? Good luck - this damned city's more treacherous than the Underdark.


I believe we're approaching the crèche. Once we're inside, let me do the talking.


Bunch of empty boxes and spiderwebs. Guess Lolth's cultists haven't been back here in a while.<br>


Voco potentia!


Send her to the dirt!


I can imagine. You rode out the storm most admirably.


Te curo!<br>v3


Okay, fair. Let's go again.


Artists are a peculiar breed... this one moreso than most.


Wise. To know, we must first observe.


A parasite grips my mind. My own people hunt me. But I am gnawed by an even greater torment.


Your love may be wanting, little one, but your heart will find its path.


Listen to her.


For a good cause, I promise.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


We thought we'd found sanctuary here, but the druids have determined to turn us out.


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


When he says 'punished' do you think he means 'locked up' or 'brutally murdered'?


<i>My meeting with you led me to a most unsettling conclusion. That my kind had begun to exert influence through this 'Cult of the Absolute.'</i>


*Your skull briefly aches, and you <i>are</i> her. You feel the woman's anger at the dragon-rider she'd confronted.*


A fair assumption. Perhaps not the truest answer of all, but still in good judgement.


If Alan is out of rooms... well, the Church of Last Hope has shut down ahead of the army's arrival. A bad joke, that.


Attack Critical<br>


The reference to a 'hot hammer' is rather puzzling though. Whoever wrote these papers must have been rather delirious.


I did not expect you to free us. But I am grateful.


The Rite of Thorns has ceased; it seems you will be allowed to stay - but behave.


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


So my kin are hunting cultists too. If nothing else, they'll be quick to cut down their numbers.


All right then, recruit - you can stock up here and be on your way. Bring the cargo to Baldur's Gate. Someone there will make contact.


Voss' next destination was Baldur's Gate. We should check out Sharess' Caress when we get there.


Time!


This is not exhaustion. This is ceremorphosis.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Ex nihilo!


Or run squealing. Sparky gets tired. Eventually.


Hope you weren't followed, mate.


I'd love to know the full story.


Effort


Now that you're back with us, we need to have a talk.


Best not to hang around. Whoever is responsible for this mess may still be here... unless this was <i>your</i> doing?


Gale stayed with Karlach 'til the very end. His love for her never wavered, even as she passed.


Resisto frigus!


I'll make a report to the city maintenance teams. They'll fix it, eventually.


Maybe I need more pockets.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


Free for the taking.<br>


There are no mistakes in nature. Only hidden purpose.


Get out of my mind!


Same kind of people who'd ask about it. Folks with a death wish.


Hee hee hee.


The celebration is in the main chamber. Praise Umberlee!


'Just be' what, exactly? Frustrated? Bored?


Ubi es?<br>v2


Could be, but there's a lot we don't know. Infected - folks like you - have been converging on an old temple of Selûne, and I've no idea why.


Wait just a moment, sweetie. Auntie is busy.


You are alive? Not for long.


My only regret is that Mayrina did not live to see this. But she want me to set aside my sorrow - and would also yell at me for 'ruining the mood'.


Sell it, burn it, have your servants tuck you in at night with it - I don't care, so long as I never hear about it again.


Fine, hear it out if you must. But I'd sooner butcher the <i>ghaik</i> than entertain more of its lies.


I tracked her through the Hells to the mind flayer ship. But the damned illithids infected me before I could end her.


Agh!


I know githyanki make a habit of paranoia, but 'tis just a healing potion.


Seems being a True Soul leaves you unconcerned about your tadpole - or unaware.


This'll do wonders for the shop.


Eh. Just how-to-<i>kill</i>... -ical.


*The door pulses with a heavy, melancholic magic. Whatever lies behind it concerns the living <i>and</i> the dead.*


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


Up, weakling.


Dying Burning<br>v6


And that's not the half of it. I've had to replace the same window three times now, not to mention the mess they've made of my front door.


Go on, enjoy yourself. I've squirreled away a few extra bottles.


I'm glad you're on the right side of this, Bhaalspawn. You could be invaluable, if you can get on the inside.


You have a <i>cure?</i>


Look out, lads and lasses, Tongs is starting to feel <i>amorous</i>.


If you intend to be with her, do not fool yourself into thinking it is more than a brief dalliance before her fire is extinguished for good.


Attack<br>var 3


Attack Critical<br>var2


But just because you're a monster, it doesn't mean we don't have a glorious future ahead of us.


That was close. No doubt there'll be others.


If you must find him, he lurks in the kennels below.


Part of the Nether Brain's stem. A bit higher, and we should be able to climb it.


*... but you sense more - a warm swell of embarrassment.*


I'm sorry, all right! It was the spur of the moment, and I'm sorry.


The ranger has the right of it. I owe you a debt for helping him - but not so much that I can blind myself to the things you have done.


Scratch gone. Miss him.


It's called 'The Art of the Night', and it details the first thousand nights of a newlywed king and queen.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Muddy footprints all over.


You and Wyll.


*Your parasites stir. You make a fleeting connection. You feel a single heartbeat - and the bond is nearly broken.*


They fought hard, for bone piles. We were lucky to escape with their loot.


Recovered <br>V4


Sir, I don't think... I...


Thank you for the offer, but the treatment for my condition is very specific.


'Foul Hag Finally Destroyed - Victims Freed Too'! Read up on all the gory details before we sell out!


In my years of study, they're the closest I've found to moral perfection. Only under such rigorous 'goodness' will the subject stand a chance of being cured.


I - !


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Don't worry. I'll free you.


If you've business up here, Disciple Z'rell will send for you.


*Whimper.*


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


*You recall seeing Shadowheart with it before. But how do you now have it...?*


I've had my suspicions about you for some time now. And there you go, confirming them with truly audacious gusto.


Try me.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


What's up for discussion?


We'd best not disappoint her - the thought of a scolding from Jaheira's ghost is <i>not</i> one I particularly relish.


((*do not feign understanding of the Circle's melody. you were a useful servant - but your service is done*))


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


Though it may not be your city, though it may not be your cause, you must find it within you to fight side by side. For today -


Get yourself set before that powder goes <i>boom.</i>


*Through her eyes, you see yourself: skin glistening with sweat, hands bound. Ecstasy... or terror. Maybe both.*


The marshal should spin up a special unit to deal with monsters like this.


You! You're from the <i>grove.</i> Are you all right?


Next time you feel like wasting gold, I'll happily unburden you of it myself.


And kill you will. Tonight, the moment you close your eyes, your favourite person will be brutalised.


You wanted to hurt me.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


The shadows are blocking me. I need to get rid of them - somehow.


There's got to be another way in.


<i>Chk.</i> A cheap trick.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


*No more Devils, no more debts. With its master gone, the house is nothing more now than an empty carcass.*


*The room swims back into focus. Your mind is fractured, but intact. Inside it, the tadpole lives on. And you feel <i>different.</i>*


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Behave. Ritual or not, my claws are still sharp.


Still, if you see sense in making an alliance, I won't question it. I'll just look forward to the inevitable <i>breaking </i>Gortash spoke of.


This shape feels deliberate, like it might have some sort of purpose.


I can't even see a lock to pick.


Although I'd love to watch you struggle to open the safe without it, this key should help. You've laboured enough, pet.


Far as I'm concerned, the deal you made with the boss holds. 'Til I hear otherwise, anyway.


At magic.


Such an empty and  meaningless life.


One moment.


That will be all, thank you!


A secret lair in the Undercity ruins. That doesn't sound at all nefarious.


What, then? You intend to die here? Now?


She certainly is. And she always <i>will </i>be, won't she? Gods, I miss her already.


Risum teneatis?


Let's see what you've got.


What good would it do for me to be troubled? We can't save them all.


Netherese power like nothing anyone's seen in ages. They say magic led to the destruction of Netheril itself...


Locked. Best find another way in.


These sad little citizens actually think we'll let them off the hook if they complain loudly enough. Ha! What dopes.


Most of what he says is complete gibberish, of course, but when he does make any kind of sense, he mentions the atelier.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Impero mortuos!


The brain's been removed... is this how the Steel Watchers are controlled?


Thousands of vampire spawn on the run. We will be busy, no doubt about it.


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


I have to find my parents. They must be close.


Falling


Dominate the brain! Now, soldier, <i>now</i>!


Losing your mind it is! Probably the tadpole - the weirdest things seem to be...


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


Go. Our freedom depends on it.


This doesn't do anything else.


Gods spare me, why did I think eating a second one was a good idea?


Dying Burning


Locked to keep the evil in, or the prying eyes out? Let's see.


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


A Selûne prayer book? We should leave it, unless we need kindling for our campfire.


Gith's spirit help me, but it does. We have thwarted the <i>ghaik</i> Grand Design. We have honoured our people, we have secured their future. Our duty is fulfilled.


Captives have wants and needs, my pun-tifal patron. It is my pleasure - nay, my duty - to fulfil them.


As still as the water in her halted lungs! A most fitting tribute, received with gratitude.


Dodge
v2


Strength will not save us from an enemy that can dominate our will.


I only live to advise.


Seems not everyone made it out of that tower. But it'd be none at all with you - thank you. Truly.


Listen, you!


But if what Zevlor said of you is true... you have unfinished business out here.


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


When we met, it was like a lightning strike. My father wasn't sure about us - she was immortal, after all - but I never doubted.


Eye's still patrolling. Ain't you s'posed to smash it?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


There we have it. Lorroakan the immortal.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


*It is clear that you are both outsider and trespasser. You will answer for this.*


Should step in before it gets worse.


My love... you were dead. I saw your body...


Time for a chat.


Well - enough conjecture. I'm done with the matter.


Not a chance I'd fit.


Careful. If we lose the Netherstones, we lose everything.


... scoutin'... snoopin'...


Voco glacies!


Must've been part of the first group that raided this place.<br>


You should be more careful.


I ain't scared. I'll claw yer eyes out if you come any closer.


I'm tempted to leave with the rest of you... but I can't abandon my home.


Laughter Maniacal


Rest now, little one. You deserved better than this.


You ally with an archdevil's chosen, and -


...<i>dead?</i>


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Well, looks can be deceiving.


*His old master lies dead, never to control Astarion again. He's free - unlike the thousands of spawn still trapped in their cells.*


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Victory<br>


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


I can't work without a blueprint.


Jaheira's support has been invaluable. We should return it in kind.


I need rest.


Quiet.


Thank you.


Oh, I've never had trouble attracting foolish, pretty people.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


See that symbol on the ground? This was a masons' guild.


That looks painful.


He's someone else's problem now, anyway. Woods are full of boars. Maybe he'll learn his lesson and start hunting something that won't miss him when he goes.


Blessed Nightsinger, grant me mercy.


Pay attention.


Mm.


Would it be a mistake if my dagger were to find your heart? I think not.


Sine metu!<br>v3


It's ready to go. Time to get to work.


Like a ghost.


Another mimic! Aw, look at all those teeth.


What do you get if you cross an owlbear with a bugbear? An... owlbug! Geddit? Hey, would it kill you to laugh a little?


If so, uh, sorry.


And to watch Lady Orin at work... Why, that would sate me for an <i>eternity</i>.


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


As for the rest of you slave-worms - you've caused enough trouble.


But if brother's right, we're more useful to him dead.


Aside from the obvious.


Well. Can't quite seal the deal with all my soldiers dead...


Prinski's Motivation Sequence activated.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Extra Recovered <br>V3


As if this cult of the Absolute wasn't enough to worry about...


An unstoppable force.


Hmmm.


Oh, why not? What's the point in power if you don't get to have a little fun every now and again?


Hmm, let's see...<br>


Carrion...


I'd break you in two... if you were worth it.


Now?<br>


Elturgard. Further from Baldur's Gate than I'd hoped.


A hiccup, nothing more. It is not steel that strengthens us, friends. It is <i>courage</i>.


You would turn on him? How delightfully treacherous. Hmm...


That was ample excitement for one evening. We should rest.


The disc is moving. This must lead to the next part of Shar's Gauntlet.


A monster may be precisely what we need if we are to survive what is coming.


*Mystra has forgotten how carefully mortals tend to their brief and fragile lives. And what lengths they will go to to protect them.*


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


Resisto acidum!


You don't know him like I do. He may play the lamb, but beneath it all, he's a black-hearted ogre. I got the scars to prove it.


More heretical symbols. Of course.


Kobold drank twice, set his belly aflame!


A foul-seeming place. Nothing good can come from lingering here.


They struck the same night. I woke to one of them strangling Chelvin, while smiling at me out of her face.


A Sharran crossbow. As magnificent as the Dark Lady herself.


<i>That's</i> what was in there? Those brats deserve a taste of their own medicine.


Victory v4


I bet Master Figaro has the perfect outfit to complement your scale-sheen.


I would have been compelled to offer a prayer to Shar here once... but no longer.


We need to get out of here - <i>now.</i>


There must be a way out of here, please. I don't want to end up on some necromancer's slab.


You wish to patronise the Sword Coast's most eminent bank.


Another outsider? This place has certainly become popular.


Extende!


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


Damn right, pecker. Now shut your face before I melt it clean off.


<i>Since you destroyed my gift, there is nothing further I can do for you right now. Proceed.</i>


If this is really goodbye, soldier, I guess... well... thanks for everything. I'd hoped we'd be able to stick together a bit longer, but that's life, isn't it.


Later. I promise. Right now I just... I just can't.


You want to play? Let me show you my favourite toy.


Get moving, unless you want a belly full of steel.


But let's not get into tragic backstories now. It's such a beautiful night.


Those mushrooms have a curious symmetry.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


You - you started that fight. I saw it with my own two eyes! You're a <i>monster</i>.


Argh. STUPID KITTY BEAST. Looks me deads in the eyes while it takes a shit.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


After Cazador caught me, the bastard sealed me, starving, inside a dusty tomb, all on my own, for an entire year.


I told you, nowhere is safe. Not while this rot festers. Once it is cut out - once the grove is secure - then I shall leave.


Magic-eating flowers as a light source. Ingenious.


Then perhaps you would like to go and do them. Get thee hence.


Initiative


Mutatis mutandis!


We can play this game for as long as you wish. But please don't kill me again: I feel a blushing adulterer when I am not dying by Master's hand.


<i>Aggeniculamur in umbra tua, Pater Arborum.</i>


Walk in death.


I only need a taste, I swear.


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


State your purpose, ground-walker. I don't have all day.


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


So much blood... Must be where Father Lorgan was slaughtered.<br>


Hold it! You're not going anywhere. Not 'til you tell me why you're sniffin' around.


Dominate the brain - do it now!


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


A vampire spawn turned into mist. Didn't know they could do that.


I've been trying to cheer them up, but I think they're just humouring me...


You will pay for this.


I can smell the alcohol on their breath from here. Drunk and flammable - what a combination.


So Cazador saw fit to carve his ambitions right into your flesh, Astarion. If I was you, I'd return the favour with interest.


Steel Watcher - on guard!


The corpses were mutilated. Did anyone see?


Don't bleed out on me.


To owe one's life to a mind flayer? It seems to make mockery of this entire struggle.


Perhaps we can force it out of him once we have him up against a wall.


Yes. Yes - I sense justice. Honour. A new god, to show us the way!


The Weaver's servant. Abhorrent - and <i>captivating.</i>


Not that I approve of goblins, of course - filthy little beasts - but I do like a good den of debauchery.


No feuding under this roof, True Soul. We're all one under the Absolute - more's the pity.


The urge to kill is common in nature - for some creatures it is the core of their being... Still, though, you seem to speak of a darker impulse. Be careful how it manifests itself.


We should prolly eat him... right?


We lost a good one today. Yonas. He was green as they come, poor kid.


I looked for you high and low, across mountain and swamp. You were an elusive quarry indeed.


Lia is <i>dead. </i>I don't know what else to tell you.


Good - the cell's open. One step closer.


*Here lies Arthur Billfold, dedicated patron of unconventional arts.*


Attack Critical<br>


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


Dame Aylin, I have discovered a device that would allow your immortality to be shared. It would cause you no harm, no pain of any kind.


Stupid beast was probably out of its mind with fear.


Something good here, I hope.


Only a fool would resist such power.


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


Blast it, this cargo's heavy as lead, and I've got lumbago issues!


Dodge
v2


Let's move - we'll be long dead before they run out of reinforcements.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Whatever the bastard wrote, it won't change what he did to me.


The wretched undead.


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


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


I'm afraid you're out of luck there, friend. She had a taste of all of them.


Hehehe.


Hag can't have gone far.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


Harpers - to me!


Let nature's fury be unleashed.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


<i>Tsk'va</i> - I barely have the strength to move forward...


Then you betray Orin, and Bhaal himself. Your blood will spill for this.


Keep focused. We can talk once I'm free.


*You've been caught sneaking around. Someone with authority will have to grant you safe passage.*


Damn it, Astarion's probably been whisked back to Cazador by now.


You chose. You die with them.


Bare your throat, spider-bait.<br>


I thought us of one mind, I see now I was wrong.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Here - for your services. However, a friendly warning - be careful, or you may be the next murderer I bring to justice.


*Your parasite tingles. Minsc knows that Wyll speaks true.*


A shame, really. Still so much to learn from this little scallywag!


M-my drowness, if you wanted a try at torture, you only had to say so!


Siccut cattus!


YOU CAN'T HELP ME YOU CAN'T EVEN HELP YOURSELF YOU'RE GOING TO DIE HERE


Thanks to you. You know, you're lucky - you've helped a <i>very</i> powerful lady.


I wish the cult hadn't burnt our farm, though. At least we got Biscotti out of that burning barn!


Vis medicatrix!


Condoning the slaughter of the weak? Not the most charitable perspective to take.


Do you understand what you've done? Without Isobel, everyone in this inn is as good as dead!


<i>Booyahg.</i>


I... I need a moment. Sorry.


Oof, that must have hurt.


*It appears your rather unsettling departure has cut the conversation short.*


Heh.


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


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


*You embody a merchant, deep in mourning. His wife died, and he cannot bear to go on. Only the House of Grief can help him.*


Te curo!<br>v2


No prayers needed. On my way.


How bothersome.


*A delicious aroma still lingers around the table - your mouth waters, just a little.*


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


I'm afraid I'm not taking new clients.


For killing grey ones - yes. I will do this.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a Nightfall ritual. Eating and drinking your fill before sacrificing an innocent to Shar... I've missed these.


If you insist. Don't expect to fare well without me to save you.


You need to be freed. Of course.


Clumsy tools.


It's funny seeing you so smitten, Minthara. Didn't think you were able.


Ohoho, I'd so love to see them try.


File a report and I'm sure the manip will deal with it.


I spy a scrying eye. Let's not get its attention.


Then the Archduchess I shall be.


Let's see.


Prodigal servants, each returned to do his bidding eternally.


Where do we go now? Where's home?


No! I wanted him to suffer! N-not that you killed him too easily, your drowness. I meant no offence.


I shall investigate.


They were desperate. Nobody deserves this.


It's not what you think - I'm not some monster!


Those who speak of the Zhent end up unable to speak.


Te curo!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v11


General Thorm is in the throne room, passing judgement on some of the troops. Doesn't look good for them.


A grey dwarf - in our grove, on this day. A sign. Or rather, a <i>gift</i>.


Dying Deep Exhale


I thought we were weaving our own tale, you and me. Don't turn your back on it.<br>


*The hyena watches you, and the surrounding camp, with eyes burdened by fear. He appears terrified.*


Something's on my mind.<br>


Seems I can understand illithid script. Thank you, tadpole.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Focus on the brain! Get to the Crown, and cast the spell. The rest, you leave to us.


((*come, then. bring me to Spaw and I will sing its doom*))


*Ancient, indecipherable text covers the plaque.*


Let's not dance around the subject - I know you're a vampire.


What's that? I didn't quite catch the words, but your tone was clear enough.


I missed this smell. It is <i>invigorating</i>.


We must go there at once.


Nay sir hides within me. I am merely a skull, nay more and nay less.


Wasn't expectin' any drow to join us... an honour, madam.


Ugh, that reeks.


Damn thing... open.


Rusted - not a useful weapon among the lot.


There you are. Where's Aylin?


He - he once told me, 'When the people call for a miracle, you cannot wait for the gods to answer.'


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


It is unsettling, to know we have such eyes as Orin's upon our party.


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


You're the unrivalled Queen of the... sea? Surf... waves! <i>Wavemother</i>! Oh, cocks...


Voco arvina!


The stones have failed us. What in nature's realm could possibly best a Netherbrain?


List of names. Some crossed off. Doesn't bode well for the others.


*The man nods thoughtfully and adds another dismembered limb to his sketch.*


Exactly.


But shouldn't the shadow have crept closer, gone darker by now?


No, that wasn't me!


Closed Mouth Effort


Mother Gith, forgive me. If we're to end the Grand Design, the prince must be consumed.<br>


We were wrong to trust you. I see that now.


A spot of healing will help.


You... wait... Absolute... will make you pay...


But you're too late. The doors have been sealed - the ritual is about to begin!


*The future seems... well, not 'bright', but certainly not as dark as it could be.*


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Sounds like there's gold inside. Their proceeds?


Effort v4


*You drink in the sight until the dawn.*


Well, if the wine's here already, I might as well drink it.


Go on and gloat, bow to your pretend crowd.


Rot in the Hells, Volo!


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


SCARIER THINGS THAN YOU LITTLE MOUSE


*Hollow eyes, pale gums - this beast isn't angry, he's <i>starving</i>.*


You've got blood on you...


Not the first. I killed my sister in her crib to secure my inheritance.


My need is more urgent than ever - I <i>must</i> consume an item soon. We have exactly what I need in our possession - please, just give it to me.


*There is only one man who would make such a brazen claim about Mystra. His suspicions confirmed, Lorroakan's curiosity settles into a sneer - this is Gale of Waterdeep. However else he might appear.*


<i>Lakrissa.</i>


<i>Farewell, jhe'stil. My liberator. </i>


My, your imagination runs hot, doesn't it? Perhaps you should turn to poetry, or offer your services to Baldur's Mouth. I hear those rag traders enjoy a bit of fiction.


When I squeeze, I make sure they're quiet. I made them all quiet now.


Only the Master is allowed to hurt me like that!


*'The Judgement'. A stern judge, his pockets full of coin, orders a red-haired man to the gallows.*


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Time for some bloody work.


Ah, but you must mean Zevlor and the lot! I spent some time with them myself. Kind, if underfortunate people.


They are the executioners of Bhaal's will, and slaughter in His name.


Strange. I thought for a moment I remembered these mannequins... but no.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Hah. I believe you may believe that. The Absolute takes people, <i>twists</i> them...


I'll spare you the finer details, but it begins with a simple biological deterioration. Muscle spasms, disorientation, a slight ringing in the ears. And if left for too long...


Having fun yet?


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


At - at least we know who did it. Thank you.


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


Be free!


Find us when you're done. We'll join your camp and drink to fallen foes tonight - if you'll have us.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.


Yes, the larder needs to be cleaned, the guts wiped from the walls...


Non fit injura!


You louse, you mite!


I need to move.


This darkness bites back. Will have to make do without a torch.


My Lady does not want you to.


Wonder if there's anything interesting we might... borrow.


...I can't trust anyone, can I?


*According to the label, this urn is filled with G-Cube Lubricant. How many gelatinous cubes would have to be rendered down into slippery salve to fill an urn this size?*


You saw the truth. I never wanted to serve Zariel. I was enlisted in her army against my will. Forced to fight, and fight I did.


Frange!


Please. I've... I've been through enough.


Shepherding... the faithful... carrying... our Lady's light...


I'm probably going to regret this, but Gale - if I'm to be wed, would you like to make a speech?


<i>This reporter found himself distracted by both Lord Gortash's tragic death and unbearably talkative street vagrants outside the Blushing Mermaid...</i>


Hey now - what's that about?


You know, if you want to spend time with me you only have to say so.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Hells. Where's Gimblebock and the others?


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


I could drown in that song...


He should <i>never </i>have joined those bloody Ironhand Gnomes. I told him, and I told him, and I told him. And now? Now he's <i>dead.</i>


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


People treasure the most insignificant things - pets, children, memories.


Zhentarim... precious... treasure...


*Until something descended down into the darkness... and the dreamer awoke.*


Ha! Ally mine, you continue to delight.


Imitation horns, but barely distinguishable from the real thing.


Frange! v2


A hollow forgery.


It isn't fair. Not after everything we've been through.


Behold - this tree is plagued by pestilence, yet refuses to die. The goddess Chauntea wishes me to save it - I can feel it.


Beautiful. And terrifying.


If the first wave can't hold the dark, it'll be up to us - you, me, and the rest.


And worse.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


You were lucky I was there to save you once again.


*You know this rite - a blasphemous ritual that desecrates Lolth by offering your blood to honour the weak.*


Canto te!


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


Sorry mate, trying to have a conflab here. No offence.


My professional services are available to you, should you be prepared to do something for me. The choice is entirely yours.


What-cha... this guy's some <i>booyahg</i>! He's tryna magick me!


I'm getting nowhere.


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


*You spend the night drifting from one torture to another, but in time the memories become less visceral.*


Please, leave her be. She deserves peace.


Wrong direction. Come into the light, hands high.


Gods, Shadowheart looks like stack of gold! Never thought I could get so excited about someone's forehead, but here we are.


Whoa, whoa, mate - this is the last place you need to be. Clear off, yeah?


You won't be hurting for long.


Hurt


Hahaha! Oh wow. Yes. That's what you get, fucker.


Good. When I am stronger, <i>we</i> are stronger.


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


You're needed in battle.


*You remember this girl - Arabella, from the druids' grove, the thief Kagha tried to punish.*


You won't mistake the First Druid for anyone else.


Sorry, sorry. I've just never seen... your face is... well. I should get back to it.


What in the hells, Astarion? You tried to bite me last night!


Wonder if that's one of those Moonlanterns.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


No idea what this says.


A - a True Soul? Why would one of your followers fight with the Harpers, Majesty?


Started to panic, didn't I? Took three waveservants to hold me under.


Never has Boo been more proud of my failures.


<i>Straj! </i>Is this to be our fate?


A Harper's gaze can only be turned by proof. By the looks of it, a tall tale is all you have to offer.


*Your gold buys contempt, but not freedom. You're about to be detained.*


Bye-bye, lovelies.


*The cub tilts his head. He's considering it.*


Those tentacles look nasty. One hit, and it's over.


Quite the welcome.


Let the hunt begin...


We have a beautiful, bloody future to look forward to, my love. I can't be sure what it holds for us, but I know one thing.


I don't want to know what <i>that </i>is.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


<i>Giant space hamsters</i>.


We could've been far away from this place by now.


We stoop... and struggle.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I bloody hope so - my feet are getting soaked with gods know what. This party had better be worth it.


A passageway to Mephistar, the frozen citadel of Mephistopheles. Not a destination I yearn for.


That's the trouble - he's got the gold on him. Sergeant's arm is falling off with all the gnome slaves she's been beating.


I only need a moment.


Lovely to see you, sir.


I'm still waiting for someone with a spare eye...


It's about you! I hope you like it.


He is all he is and all he is not!


I have no idea what in the hells happened back there, but I know me and my kid are standing because of you. Thank you.


'Unshackled from shadows, she will rise in moonlit glory and carve a path of brightness to the accursed one's second death.'


I smell only fear - the fear of cowards lying in wait for an ambush.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


True Soul? Absolute? What were they raving on about?


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


Looks like an ambush.


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


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


HAH! HAH! HAH!


All right. Time to skulk about.


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


Here, you can't talk to Clo that way, you... you vagabond! Take that back, or else!


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


A letter from Orin...


Auntie promised me treasure. I'm gonna be rich, so rich.


Aaaaaand here I go.


I'm surprised you're so fond of swords. A battleaxe would seem more suitable for a man of your... stature.


*And it finds nothing. You expel him from your mind as if he were an unpleasant clot in a fine vintage.*


Words won't repair what's been done to this land. Nothing will... I need to be alone.


I hope this time he stays dead.


Who is to say? Perhaps there's a half-orc buried somewhere in my ancestry?


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


Or what.


A dead bird. What happened to it?


Fronti nulla fides!


*Though spoken with a different voice, you recognise the eloquent drawl of Withers, the wraith that summoned the hireling.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


We must find Thaniel. He is the embodiment of nature's power, but... but he is just a child. A child who has been trapped in this place for a hundred years.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Excellent. If we ever become friends, I'll know what to call you.


*The lava elemental stares back at you - you think you can feel your eyelashes starting to singe.*


Invoco te


But I don't want to stray far. I've already learned the consequences the hard way.


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


What a fool you are. I am death. She is mine. She will return - always return. And you...


So long as Kagha leads them, we'll never be safe here. If you're suggesting we remove her...


*All these years alive and you have spent almost all of them trapped in the same wretched palace.*


Got it!


You rest. I'll keep watch.


I look forward to the day we show the <i>Archduke </i>that his tongue is not half so silvered as he thinks.


Must've come in with the drider, did you? Well, you're in good time. General Ketheric's in the main hall. Don't say I didn't warn you.


Crude manners, but you speak well enough. For a <i>peasant.</i>


<i>How very gumptious of him.</i>


Looks like an ambush.


Dying Burning


No sense apologising for what can't be helped. You made it here safely - that's what matters.


Stop that.


And it looks like someone took my money too. Got nothing to give you but my thanks.


Hmph. Humans. What did they expect?


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


Boo will do the honours!


A waste of artisanship.


Pallida mors!


No shame, my love. We have all been there.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Just stay out of their way and hope they stay out of yours.


I wish I could, but... I have nothing left.


Within the inner sanctum, of course. It is not for us to fight <i>your </i>battles.


Most illithids prefer to dominate their thralls through transformation, yet here you stand, only partially transformed.


Look, I didn't know it was the lady's. How could I? Ain't no one's name on it.


What-


I had been pondering what exactly I should say to you. This was not a conversation we were ever supposed to have, m'boy.


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Go for it! I believe in you!


It's my fault. I thought I'd given them the slip, but they followed me through the tunnel back there.


We did. Together. And now it's done.


Oh? Are you suddenly incapable of touching the weave? Do your spells fizzle before you can cast them? I think not.


You will find Varsh Ko'kuu watching over his clutch of one.


Auribus teneo lupum!


You're lying. I can't believe it. You helped him, didn't you?


Oh yeah? Well we're... we're -


I trust you to make choices that are not going to hurt what we have.


I used to be able to pay to eat at this tavern. Now look at me - begging for scraps at the back door.


Might be worth talking to some of the gnome slaves - before they're worked to death, that is.


Rest. Dawn breaks all too soon.


Ab uno disce omnes!


... at least the Absolute loves me.


Hah! Lads, looks like this idiot just went and raised the alarm on theirselves!


Too dangerous, even, for Mystra. But I would sooner trust it with a god than a man - including you.


No one's coming - the deal is done.


Dodge


Something different.


You're leaving me?


Who knows what unnatural trickery awaits us.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Effort v3


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Murder, oppression, conspiracies. This city has its charms after all.


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


Now if you'll excuse me, I've got orders to fulfil, and this Kalain won't forge itself.


You utter bastard.


The <i>ch'r'ai </i>is waiting. You will tell him what you saw, or your corpse will be the next thrown in the crèche's burial pit.


Argh, that's hot!


Some wouldn't pay their dues. Some couldn't.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


Best act fast.


They will turn on you, in time. When you hear the whispers, and see the blades drawn, remember my face.


Ale me!


Proper measures.


We can lay down later.


My people tell tales of Minsc and his ferocious hamster Boo to frighten our children.


The grove doesn't feel the same.


Your chance has come. Place the artefact - or know my rage.


He's not without his uses - as long as we can keep him in line.


Yes.


You don't understand. A memory shard ought to hold its glow for years - and look at it! It's <i>fading.</i>


<i>I am an ox</i>. All I've got on my mind is grass... stables... and a steady cart to pull.


It was the start of something incredible - two heroes on the hunt for justice, no matter the cost.


<i>Of course, the larva remains. Be ever-vigilant of its growth.</i>


Yellow, I think. With blue flowers?


This isn't a decision to make in haste - let's discuss it together beforehand.


What a dismal forest. Monsters could be lurking behind any and every tree.


It's beautiful...


Rolan can finally have his own sock drawer - folded, colour-coordinated, even <i>ironed.</i>


Hah, not likely! That bird is long gone, no way you talked to them.


*He may have no reason to thank you, yet. You promised your Queen that you would end him. Now that the Netherbrain is defeated, the moment is yours.*


Hm - what was that?


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Better not die on me.


<i>Eliminate.</i>


Morio!


Hurt


<i>Chk</i>. The traitor's destiny is to adorn my queen's throne as a trophy.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


You new 'ere? You look new. Strange... weird-like. For a goblin. 'S why you don't know, right?


Mol isn't exactly my first choice as a guardian.


*The boy doesn't like these questions - because he has no real answers. And perhaps no real family.*


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


The <i>Brilliant Retort </i>is ready. It's yours.


Ketheric ruled from here for centuries. No more.


A bit of patience is all I ask.


Hang on - <i>you're</i> the reason they cut it! That bloody great article about your shady nonsense. Arsehole.


I am the one who asks the questions. She is the one who answers. You are the one who remains silent.


Fight, struggle, beg. It'll make no difference.


This language - it's Kozakuran. Same as on the door.


It's new type of smokepowder. Plenty of firepower in it, but with an extra surprise. Sure to take those cultists down a short road, if you catch my meaning.


Free... for now.


Leave these hallowed grounds now.


*SCREECH!*


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


Fortunately, thy friends fare better than thee.


It'd be madness to attack a vampire stronghold at night. Better just rest and wait for sunrise.


Alfira wouldn't have harmed a housefly. A gentle young soul, slain in her prime.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Silly, silly little slaughter hound. My assassins will not let you. If you hunt me, then they hunt you.


Try not to get under my feet, hm?


For you to keep sucking air, it is necessary for you to tell me something of worth.


Even now, at the cusp, you waste your breath on prattle.


Voco murus!<br>v2


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


*This altar isn't dedicated to a single god, but instead acts as a conduit to many.*


What? Why?<br>


Maybe you will. But personally, I doubt it.


Gone thou might be, alas...


Lookit, Klaw! Supper's here.


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


Chin up. This'll help.


Heh. She'd have said the same thing.


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


He's still young. I remember Gomwick would let me sleep under his cloak when I was a pup. It helps.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


I was on my way to the Upper City when I heard a commotion. I stepped in to see if I could help.


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


You can lie to Minsc. Perhaps even to Jaheira. But not to Boo.


Gold won't stop her stabbing me in my sleep over an <i>imaginary kid</i>.


An unforgivable loss. He'd have made a fine ally.


Your breath reeks of blood-iron. You slink like a darkling and preen like a parrot. You wear your identity like a second skin.


Let's use this.


You are a fighter, are you not? Master of combat - and this brain without even a set of fists to defend itself!


I like her. She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety, should the need arise.


Laughter Maniacal


A new life. Imagine.


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


<i>Now is the time. It wants to evolve you. Don't be afraid - the transformation will only be partial, and you will benefit from it greatly. </i>


Miri... MIRI!


Mors certa!


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice...


Stay away!


Apologies, sir. I already lost a lot of blood durin' the fight - an' I still have to see the shrine finished.


*These notes are no mere diary. These are the visions of Karsus himself. Designs for the crown he hoped to forge, and the new form of magic he planned to create with it.*


With haste.


I can't hold it any longer!


Oh they will.


What lies within?


No. <i>No</i>. You do <i>not </i>get to do that.


Better pick my next target wisely.


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


What are those?


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


How are you not more upset by this?


Gah! That sting will linger... necrotic, I'd guess.


There must be another way out!


I bow to your boundless kindness.


Are we finished? You were only mildly disappointing. Well done.


Falling


I don't like it any more than you do... but I'm hungry. <i>Starved</i>.


I came seeking allies to our cause. Watchers spotted me, dragged me to Ulder's husk.


The tall one volunteered another - the apothecary. A principled dwarf - a scritcher of heads, and a giver of scraps.


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


Remarkably calm for a man I planned to run through.  I can appreciate that.


Oh, you need my help?


The black king endures. You are lesser than pawn, lower than grub. In a battle of wits, you are fated to fail.


You giving me eyes? Too bad - this full mast is reserved for the <i>captain</i>.


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Every step counts.


I can live with that.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Be free!


Private business, that is. <i>Raidin'</i> business. But if anyone wants a pisspot guarded, we'll call.


Sorry - there's only so much of me to go around.


Forgive me, I have the most pounding of headaches. If you have any issues, one of my subordinates will see to you.


At your bidding.


I wouldn't have this - the tower, my family - without you. What can I do to thank you?


Dead. Seems these True Souls have their limits.


If my ancestors were here, they would eat you alive - literally.


The githyanki must meet many giant space hamsters, but I bet they have ever seen one as small as Boo!


Welcome, friend. You find us on a solemn day.


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


You heard 'em. More goblins on the way. We better move.


Et alibi!<br>v3


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Diminue!


Seeing you as yourself again, Jen. It kept us going, all this time.


Adrift and unmourned, like a fly in red wine. <b>Poetic.</b>


It's no use.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Effort v10


This is the spot that was marked on that map before.<br>


I don't understand - what am I supposed to do?


Open up.


No Spider Queen. No Spider Queen. Father Murmath.


Murdered? Ye gods, the poor thing. By the Mother of Cats, I pray she didn't suffer.


Playing coy? Very well. I'll enjoy breaking you when the time comes.


Why, home, of course. The only one you have ever known. I was told to keep watch for you and point you towards home, should you ever appear.


I'll enjoy this.


Look, we're grateful for your good deeds but there's nothing for you to do here.


*Sharess' Caress.*


We're celebratin' a raid. Set Waukeen's Rest ablaze - caught ourselves a duke an' all.


More drow. Fist - at the ready!


A favour given is a favour owed. Lady Keene - time to repay your debt.


*Athkatla: Fortunes await.*


<i>Fool.</i>


You read about Gortash dying? The gazette's speculating foul play.


Submitting the necessary paperwork will take no more than six infernal cycles, amounting to thirty-seven of your mortal years.


Eltan. I am my father's son. Will you really trust the word of a devil over mine?


You'll call me mad, but... fine. Wulbren's found the formula for runepowder.


Might've, if you spent any time in the Outer City. We didn't exactly hide ourselves under a bushel.


In need of aid?


There's promise in patience, I assure you. Let the night run its course so that we can run ours as well.


Victory v2


You're lucky I didn't have anything more dangerous to throw than undergarments.


I can't stand here and do nothing.


Elturel... everyone was angry... we ran away...


Let's hope she doesn't seek revenge. I don't fancy facing an aasimar's wrath.


No, it's not true - you're here to test my faith. And I will not fail.


*Mizora's voice rings in your mind. If you continue without freeing her, you will perish, and the Hells will claim your soul as their prize.*


'Aggression'.


You must make your way inside. Once I am in position, on your signal, we <i>break</i> them.


... gonna try an' catch one. Be a nice plaything for my little 'uns.


Goblins and gnolls are marked on here, too. In us, they'll meet their match.


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


Lower City. Basilisk Gate. Guildhall. And that's all you're getting from me.


Victory<br>


Very well, <i>istik</i>. Seek out survivors from the ship that crashed on this wretched world.


Something feels... off about this tree.


Remember who saved you.


That ritual. A common growth spell, but... <i>altered</i>, somehow.


What is to be had?


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


Brandobaris curse me, I should have taken that deal the first time it was offered at half today's price. I'm a sap.


Not everyone squanders their gifts like you, Karlach.


Understood. No pressure, my love. These things are not for everyone. Come back if you change your mind.


The path to the Towers is drenched in blackness so deep, even a torch cannot quell it.


Lucky you. Sometimes I think I'd be better off indulging in a bit of light oblivion.


This is the way to Moonrise Towers. We've no choice but to push forward.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


We'll find a way into Raphael's lair. And we'll take the Orphic Hammer and smash Orpheus' bonds.


I'm sure it will come to pass. Find me when it's done - I'll want to hear your story.


Lux in tenebra!


Not playing at all, boss.


A gruesome sight. A necromantic ritual, perhaps?


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


These tunnels are under the Open Hand Temple. Dead priest's name is written on here too.


Look at you, soldier. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're falling in love.


Kill the goblins, too.


I see you are whole once again. Tell me, child - would you care to begin?


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You need to go. <i>Now</i>.


It is. It's Tara! What's she doing all the way out here?


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


He called me a 'ragged little devil'.


Free... for now.


The wood panelling cost a fortune - but it was <i>so</i> worth it for the luxe atmosphere it provides.


We'll cut their horns off!


Snore
zzZzz


Let's try not to get spotted for as long as possible.<br>


Let's just stick to the list.


Knock knock.


The guards will see you out.


Every step into the darkness leads us away from the crèche. Cleansing awaits - do not lose sight of our prize.


I am glad to have Gale back with us. The group would be poorer without his insights - and his company.<br>


It has its place, but it is not for me. The wolf mates for life, but the bear roams free and partners as its instinct dictates.


Hope this ends well.


<i>(Do exercise caution. These tomes are rare and frighteningly powerful - </i>and <i>expensive.)</i>


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Like hells. I don't know what you're gettin' at, but answer the question. What were you doin'?


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


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


*Ansur binds you despite your best efforts - yet thought flows effortlessly between you.*


Orin's own Butler. Isn't it meant to be undying?


Let's get that patched up.


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, sir. <i>Very </i>sorry.


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


Effort v11


<i>Well, don't.</i>


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


They won't be back here any time soon, thanks to us.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Oh! Why didn't you lead with that? I trust you're gonna balance the books too, yeah?


Then what you standin' <i>here</i> for? The True Souls're inside the temple!


So you want me to... I mean, I'll just-...


The githyanki should encourage relations between their soldiers. It is a proven tactic for morale.


I see the slaughter has already begun. We will eliminate those who remain together, True Soul.


Are you all right?


I know we had our fun, but I wish you and Shadowheart well. I've grown rather fond of seeing you together.


Incredible. How old <i>is</i> this place?


Listen, uh, I got me some business over on the other side of yonder mountain. See you never, yeah?


Macte virtute!<br>v3


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


No...


One mighty thrust, one life purged.


Te curo!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Lord Gortash needs to send the Steel Watch through here, mop up all this riffraff.


We were trekking through the darkness when the cultists jumped us. Bastards gutted half of us - just for the fun.


Agh. Well. Good feelings never last, I suppose.


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


Good. Let that be the end of it.


So, we owe our lack of tentacles to one of the very creatures that kidnapped us.


Hunt the monsters of the Sword Coast, protect the people - that was my promise.


Baretha - keep hunting. And do better. Qudenos - we fly!


*You dive forward but miss the ring entirely. The tressym flies away, and the ring disappears with her.*


The disc is moving. The Gauntlet of Shar must continue wherever it leads.


I've been pondering something, Lae-zel. Why is it that githyanki have belly-buttons, when they hatch from eggs?


Well, we all have secrets in one form or another. So long as his don't come back to bite us, I'm not one to judge.


More of those wretched things.


Gela!


Victory<br>


O-of course. I'd never!


I might enjoy watching you tangled up with the drow, as long as I was five paces back.


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


The shadows'll get you eventually, the deeper in you go. Keep to the light to buy yourself some time.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Snore
zzZzz


Cheeky bugger. Get 'em!


Hard to care about losing anything now I've got the one thing that matters back though.


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


So - what now? I don't know about you, but I could use a flagon or three of ale.


I won't let you down.


Oculus tempestatis!


Stop the intruders! They must not escape!


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


*Mystra chose you for this task, not Elminster. Could jealousy lie at the heart of his insistence that you intentionally fail in your duty?*


Has everyone's brains leaked from their skulls? We took the Orphic Hammer for a reason. 'Think', indeed.


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


I can't even see a lock to pick.


The curse is feeding on me - Shar's withdrawn her protection.


*It closely resembles the disc that Lae'zel deciphered.*


Is there a dead tadpole in that jar?


Grant me patience...


What does it matter?


What do you need?


You've proven me wrong at every turn. You are efficient. Dominant. Courageous.


Submit to the Mapping, and reveal what lurks in your heart. If you consent, follow me. If you do not, leave.


Knowing what I know usually comes at a cost. But let's say we'll put it on your tab.


SmileOpen<br>var 4


As an ally must.


Dance somewhere else.


You know there is no being alive Bhaal will not claim. The ultimate victory in his war is to strike the last killing blow ever to be struck.


You will be well.


Well, murderer or not, I can take no chances. I'm afraid you'll have to move along - no circus for you.


A Bhaal plot? You as well?


Hey, soldier. Doing the rounds before bed, ey?


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Come close. Your mind to mine.


My my, what a mess. I'll get the duke to the submersible; you can take care of the clutter.


<i>Rat.</i>


And I'm not sure even I would stop them.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


May it please Mystra.


Yes - but not here. For the sake of these children, I'll stay my blade.


I was too late.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


What lies within?


<i>Yurgir - to battle!</i>


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


Let me see.


SmileOpen<br>var 4


That's that settled.


Now that's not good.


Gods... I feel sick. We're not ready for this.


The Absolute's regard is poison, Z'rell.


Attack<br>var 2


<i>ROAAAAR!</i>


I missed this smell. It is <i>invigorating</i>.


Chef Roveer has been staying most vigilant since your warning, yes. Only murders in this kitchen will be of the rat-kind.


It... was... three... years... ago... but... I... remember it... like... yesterday...


Should have watched your footing.


What sorcery you playing at? Boys - destroy him!


Voco murus!<br>v3


Without the promise of your blood, I fear you have lost part of your strength that you can never regain.


That is true. And it would have been the honourable outcome for one destined to become <i>ghaik</i>.


Freedom, from all that pains the spirit. We show those in suffering the wonder of Lady Shar's gift.


Made it out.


Killing's never my first choice, but those three were too dangerous to leave alive.


Odd statue. Probably cost an arm and a leg - or worse, considering it's Raphael's.


Thanks so much.


I'd sooner trade blows than words. Meaning violence.


I see you like to handle underlings physically? So do I.


Pity we had to kill him. He seemed more lonely than cruel.


You don't trust journalists? I'm not like the others - your words are safe with me.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Do not fear the gallows! It is here to serve you - the people of Baldur's Gate.


Back, villain!


And stay down.


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


They have their purpose. I'd just rather we didn't have to wade through their purpose.


I want to have a word.


Gods protect you.


You - grab a cane and whip these <i>drugnin' </i>beasts into shape.


More importantly - what happened? We've spotted them massing in the woods.<br>


Is that - Balduran with a bronze dragon? Must have been quite an adventure.


The goblins will be out for blood after what happened at the grove.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Please. Now's hardly the time.


What to choose?<br>


Unlucky choice of campsite, judging by all the blood.


This is why I like you, petal. You say what's on your mind.


Glad to be out. Now let's get a move on.


Try me.


Blaze Portyr is perfectly fine, she's simply, ah, under tremendous pressure. There's nothing to worry about.


Careful. There's something about these two.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


This fabric... I think I attended a ball, once. Infiltrated it, rather.


The chapel has been there forever - hidden from all. There will be a sacrifice -


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Looks like they were trying to hide - to no avail.


This 'weapon' they seek - perhaps it's the artefact.


((*smooth-flesh. you are like them*))


Gods. Well, maybe it's for the best. I don't know if killing them feels right, but freeing them? I'm not sure the world is ready to have seven thousand hungry spawn unleashed on it.


As I supposed. If you'll excuse me, I have something terribly important to attend to.


As I said. Baldur's Gate will ascend. Toril's first and only Grand City.


A friend in need.


Pray tell - how exactly will you disseminate that information? What's the name of <i>your</i> highly popular broadsheet? No? Exactly.


*Mystra, Goddess of Magic, is offended that you would rob her altar. Her disapproval hovers heavily around you - best to keep your hands to yourself.*


You will have it, <i>ra'stil</i>. Our silver will light this world's sky in righteous crusade.


With your help, we'll destroy their convoy. Then you can forge a path to the tower, with their light to guide you.


Magis amica veritas!


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


It resembles the slate from Crèche Y'llek. I see similar patterns among the glyphs.


Laughter Maniacal


*Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. These were the lessons your father taught you, and the ones by which you will guide your fair city.*


I expected worse. <i>Much</i> worse.


Nothing at all, friend. I was merely admiring your ambition.


Please. I've been inside you. You're ready.


It is easy to get tired of the intrigue. The high causes shrouded in secrecy. I thought I might find another way to be of use to the world.


Yes. He's gone.


Hells, are those... tremors?


Leave me be, interloper.


It is the same power that enabled Orpheus' mother to bring about the fall of the Illithid Empire aeons ago, a power she passed on to him, and that I leveraged for you.


Dodge
v2


Please, close your eyes a moment.


Victory v3


Attack<br>var 3


My, my.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


*In its stead, a new power answers your call. One beyond the bounds of Mystra's authority. And beyond her approval.*


Psst!


I think these were the people Father Lorgan was trying to help.


Perhaps it's time we used the hammer and freed the gith prince?


Obedi me!


The ground's trembling again. Feels stronger.


*That is, all but one of them.*


'We'? I see no Harpers, Jaheira. I'm sorry - but this fight's too big for you alone.


Burnt to a crisp.


I hear you right? You want a thrashing?


Like a mosquito nibbling at a dragon. Begone.


Morality is complex, <i>istik</i>, but I will keep trying to understand it. To understand him.


This isn't going to end well. Mark my words.


Wyll, buddy. I thought it was time I drop by the doghouse.


Fortunate for you that head of yours has proven useful. We are leaving this place - <i>now.</i>


A delicate process.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


You! I know you! Can you stop this? I don't want to die...


She - she was a danger to the people, <i>my</i> people. What kind of man would I be if I didn't keep them safe?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


It is done. And done well. They are with me now, in my endless dark. And from them, you can draw endless power.


Commander - you can salvage a trophy from these insects when I'm done with them.


Though I would love to regale you with your past triumphs, I cannot.


You and I will do some good here - I can feel it.


Hey!


Come now - turning on each other will hardly improve our chances of survival.


Argh. Miss the hag. MISS HER STINK.


Now that we have you, I hope I won't have to.


Trust me, the feeling is exceptionally mutual.


So Isobel is Isobel Thorm? Such a thing should not be possible...


No, there's something in here. But the voices - the spirits in the book won't let me see it.


Fell... dagger... neck... <i>stupid</i>...


I never favoured tombs - nothing but vanity. Upon death, mortal remains should be returned to nature, to nourish and replenish itself.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


Dolor... A humble servant... A most glorious aspirant...


Yes... I want to share it all with you, if you're willing.


Sometimes you've got to root for Team Celestial. Keeps you on your toes.


Another mention of the Adamantine Forge. All that remains is to reach it.


It's all a little new to me, I admit.


Did I whisper? I said GET LOST.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Ha! We are quite accustomed to working with each other, if you change your mind.


They've got the heft of infernal metal to them.


YOU! YOU MUST PAY!


You will have to face your abductors in their very lair, in Baldur's Gate.


I go where I'm told...<br>


He'll manage. There's nothing that man can't do.


Hurt Critical


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


I'm sure I'll have no problem locating Wulbren and skipping out of there hand in hand!


What? No, wait!


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


Look at all this stuff...


Astarion. You seem remarkably hale and hearty, in spite of all we're facing. The itinerant lifestyle must suit you.


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


AHH!


Prefer the city, being honest.


I love surprises.


Should I be surprised that the key to freeing your prince is a hammer?


*With the corpse rose petals the package contains, you might create Thisobald's purple worm poison.*


If they wander, we will not be responsible.


Where are you going? We need Ketheric's Netherstone!


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


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


What is it about this place? I know we shouldn't let down our guard, but I feel... like I could drift off and never wake up.


All this fear of an inquisitor. He'd better be worth it.


I see. The end does justify the means. Be that as it may...


But I am not here to convince you, only show you a path. Whether you follow it or not is up to you.


An ally in need - though scarcely a friend.


You would <i>dare</i>...? Guards - to me!


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


Selûnite. Strange... once, I would have been repelled. Now, I don't know.


Attack<br>var 3


C'mere - I'm not going to start an argument. I just want to know why you turned the boss down.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


The end of the line for Hope. May she rest in peace - at last.<br>


Perure!


You grace my stool? I'm honoured.


Not again.


What a blade - full of magic! Gale might want this.


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


Stop interferin'!


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


Agreed.


Don't get used to it. One taste of regal power might have you craving more.


I have to hurry.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Ah, well... if you don't mind me saying, you don't look entirely well.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Well, that's not good.


*<i>Imprisonment</i>. One of the most powerful incantations a wizard can cast. You may be stuck here indefinitely.*


You should come on the raid!


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


Check it out - we've gone <i>legitimate, </i>and Mol put <i>me </i>in charge. Whaddya need?


Perhaps I was... hasty with my words.


This does not belong to me.


If you can distract them with that tadpole of yours, we can attack from up here. It'll be over before they know it, and then you can collect the lantern.<br>


Please come again soon!


Farewell...


Liar! Bite! BITE!


We are his pets. <i>His</i> plan.


At once.


Walk away - now. Try anything like that again and you'll find your guest privileges can be revoked very quickly.


The pain is a mutual promise branded on our flesh and bone.


Wouldn't mind a dancing axe of my own.


That just tells me you know our codes, not why you're here. I won't ask again.


Though I'll grant it must have been impressive once, in all its profane glory... until someone razed it.


Let's go.


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


I've got you.


We're not just fighting for our cure. We're fighting for my father, we're fighting for the Gate, we're fighting for all of Faerûn.


You've got to talk to the locals if you want the true story about Stelmane's death. The gazette would never print all the juicy details.


Open up.


A friendly face at a graveyard is always a treat. How about a flower or two to brighten your day?


Perhaps Cora can look after you, too?


Closed Mouth Effort v5


I do. The baby, too.


I could listen to this forever...


*Protect the artefact. Find your contact in Baldur's Gate. Fulfil Shar's command.*


Perhaps. But that's certainly a fight I won't soon forget.


Guildmaster.


Kiai<br>Var 3


'Aggression'.


Odd - someone's cut a notch in the tree there.


Scouts - get to the high ground. Raiders - charge the bastards!


What do you require, my love?!


Step, parry, strike - ugh. Again, again.


Made it out.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


Good.


*You know Maglubiyet - deity of the goblinoids, hungry for blood and conquest.*


That cowl looks like your sort of thing, Gale.


Minthara? I'm surprised she hasn't got herself killed on one of her reckless raids.


All this time, the Mother Superior was unworthy? I don't understand...


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


Canto te!<br>v3


Effort v5


You're a vile blister - I shall prick thee.


...or an ordinary hamster. Not fit for eating, either way.


How are you feeling?


Godey will not disobey the master, much less for someone like you.


Well, that's interesting.


Well. After you.


Coming right up, Pisspot.


Wonder who was inside...


Let's hope for gold.


I'll survive a sore jaw. And <i>you'll </i>survive as long as you keep your hands to yourself.


Sounds powerful, no matter the name. If we find it, we can turn it against him.


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


Virtus et scientia!


Shadowheart seems jumpy. Must not relish the thought of sprouting tentacles.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


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


They've done half the Harpers' job for them already.


Then I needn't make it again.


It seems the whispers were right on that last part, <i>my lady</i>. At some point she confused her ambitions for the Nightsinger's will.


Mystic C-Carrion? You're working for him?


Fine - you're busy with big-time heroics these days. Thanks anyway.


Such designs are part of why I've devoted myself to studying the myconids.


Oi, ugly!


Tell me: have you noticed any residual psionic malaise since the alleged encounter?


Fall by my hand!


Are earthquakes a common occurrence here?


This is chaos. Need to find a way through.


Shouldn't have left home. I'd rather die penniless and peaceful than be torn to bits chasing riches.


Loquere si tibi placet!


No valuables... only my ring...


I can't see any way to disarm it.


Have you come to seek the embrace? You must be prepared to surrender it all.


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


Dying


When you first entered this home, you saw the incredible latent power within your blood exposed in all its nuances. Formula Gruna will unleash that power <i>within </i>you.


Heartless bastards. They deserve to have the goblins burn 'em out.


Now, I dig. It isn't good.


This one died badly.


I do.


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


Here. Let me put your lights out. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


You could have helped the people in the grove, but what then? The cultists' influence is growing by the day, and the road to Baldur's Gate is long.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


<i>Can I do this?</i>


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


I will not let you fall.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Father, are you watching?


He was a stubborn fool to the last.  All I wanted was a refund...


That symbol on its throat - is this mewling abomination <i>yours</i>, Gale?


We're going down. Brace!


Child of Gith. Or should I say - <i>Hshar'lak</i>?


Take it and go. Impudent little brat.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


You fool.


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


It's too late, then. You really are the Slayer.


I think so too. I've never met anyone like you. And I doubt I ever will again.


Revolting.


How <i>dare</i> - the clouds have been most appreciative of my performance.


He won't be of much help to us now.


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


*The jagged script is definitely Infernal, a language you know all too well.*


She tried to silence me and hide her deception.


Drink, dance, and song. Tu'narath's residents are known to partake in all three. Substantially.


You'll help me, or you'll stay out of my way.


And this is where I shall stay, apparently. Immortality has not improved Master Lorroakan's temperament.


We need to trust one another if we are to survive, but I want more from you than that. I want all of you.


As a githyanki, it's no news to you that this parasite will soon turn us into mind flayers - an outcome I'd rather like to avoid.


This'll make things interesting.


How undignified. I prefer business to begging. You have brought yourself low.


<i>Pandemonium. There must be a way through.</i>


Snore
zzZzz


I've decided I'm not going to perform in the Elfsong - <i>mainly because only the Elfsong itself is allowed to perform.</i>


Perhaps we shouldn't bother the cattle.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


What? I've got a duke's murder to solve, and not a lot of time to do it.


Gauntlet, a new duty calls. Drow have taken Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard - westward, if my eyes and ears can be believed.


Bloody gnomes.


Chasing the doll would be pointless and undignified. There must be another way to break its curse.


Darling, you know half the fun with these things is getting your own hands dirty.


It manipulates you. It's made you its thrall. And you blindly totter your way to <i>oblivion</i>.


The next urchin that tries to pick my pocket will lose its hand.


I can finally rest now. It's been too long.


<i>Nautiloid! Need to get to the brain - NOW.</i>


I <i>knew </i>there was something off about that Fist. Glad you were here to take him down.


Stand down! This one's got a touch of the Absolute about him.


We still have the means of assimilating Orpheus.


To the rescue.


I'm just sayin', be careful who you go around annoyin'.


Pigs, children, and people with a little bit of grit.


A joke, is all. No offence meant.


Oi, civvie, clear off. We've got a crime scene to secure and one less constable to help do it - gods rest her soul.


That's better.


And who knows - maybe this is what's best? The kind of power that ritual offered could ruin a person. Even me.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Argh! It's screeching for help!


An army's trampled these grounds. The Absolute's forces are on the move.


*You hear another muffled cry. The two inside are still in the throes of... passion.*


Es praedae mei!