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


I know we're all one under the Absolute, but you do <i>not</i> want to bunk with an ogre.


Poor creature. I hope it can follow my scent to camp.


Enjoy being in the Absolute's pocket. I'm sure it's nice and cosy.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


A false wall? Sneaky.


She's dead. Kagha, we are guardians, <i>not</i> killers!


Let me take the edge off the pain.


You saw something, didn't you?


Should I set your lapdog to screaming? That could help you find the way.


When you freed me from the Shadowfell, you severed a bond between me and that dog, Thorm. A bond of pain - his, inflicted on me.


And to repay my trust - ...you killed him. While I was sitting here, waiting for you.


So, Gale of Waterdeep, you have become the inheritor of Karsus' powers at last.


Yes.


Speak, and let it be done.


Looks like we're done here. Pity. This place has been a wild ride.


It's gone. I felt so strong - where did that come from?


Let me give you a hand.


If I wasn't wearing this uniform, I'd walk round there and teach them a lesson they'd never forget.


Ale me!<br>v2


Impero tibi!<br>v3


*The magic you consumed did almost nothing to help you. Something's wrong.*


Come! We've cracked through the Brain's city-shell. Boo would like a nibble at its soft and squishy centre.


Hells. I think I woke something up.


*Mystra is attentive - the Lady of Magic welcomes your presence.*


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


Nice to meet another tiefling - these parts are... less than friendly. I'm Zevlor. And you're...?


What about Minthara? Weren't you guys in some kind of horrific power play masquerading as romance?


By all means - let us see what his 'skilled hand' might get up to.


Mountains...


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


Vae victis!<br>v3


Keep your wits. The place is trapped.<br>


This does not belong to me.


*Thisobald enlisted a courier from Baldur's Gate to obtain corpse rose petals and other ingredients and deliver them to a covert location.*


I suppose some help is in order.


I won't leave you behind.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


What in the hells is happening here?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


<i>Please </i>tell me you come in peace.


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


No time to lose.


More for me.


What just happened?


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


This 'Absolute' is but an upstart; disturbing the natural order and threatening to impede the glorious return of Lady Shar's pure, endless darkness.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Indeed. There must be all sorts of things you could tell me.


These fungal spores are everywhere.


Rotting - he's rotting. Already turning green... Sweet and juicy, all for me. All for me.


If you were the warrior you pretended to be, you'd understand that. I'll thank you to show yourself out.


*You stash the bag. Something clinks among the coins.*


Shit. You better grab what you can, before the worms get to the corpses.


<i>It is not ideal. The process would surely kill you.</i>


My lordly reprobate! I missed you ever-so.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


Gela!


A fancy feller called Three-Piece wants to place him as a cleaner in the Counting House. But I don't trust him.


Inexpugnabilis!


Nod your head, play along. Find out what you can, take her head when it's done.


Intruders! Up - UP!


<i>Bound by infernal chains, Orpheus could never leave. Bound by duty, his guard never would.</i>


She what?! Is she mad?!


I better help.


Our thieves come forth, Baretha. Did you imagine such fortune?


Where are we going? The battle is back the other way.


Disobedient dead. Return to the dirt!


Hey, I've got the best interests of the city in mind. My main clients are the Flaming Fist, and I give them a discount.


That's the spot, sir - thanking you.


*Your heart sinks as you realise the Emperor is right. It's over.*


Fiat lux!


Incommodum!


As am I, Mr Dekarios.


Almost done - just one piece left.<br>


He's either diggin' latrines or boilin' in a cookpot by now.


As for the scar, that was from a collision between your elbow and the teeth of a girl called Buddug. She was on the same mission as you. I suppose she won't be coming back...


The Lady's embrace. Her... embrace.


I'll not deny he wounded me. I cared for Wulbren - care for him, really. But he's... well, he's acting like a true idiot.


With pleasure.


I'm talking.


Torre!


Better than nothing.


Just remember - once it's lit, you commit!


Mors animae!


Lady Orin gathering so many of Bhaal's butchers in one place... I can only <i>imagine</i> what she has in store for us.


The Netherbrain shakes us, quakes us, claws at our minds. And all for naught.


I only jest, Flaerith!


You know what? I think I'll stick around.


What now? I tire of these mysteries.


The Steel Watch happened.


No. No, of course, silly of me to even ask.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Intactilis sum!


I still remember.


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


We'd make better strangers.


Do not speak. Your bleating offends my ears. Just stand still...


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


That dwarf was still half-raw. Who ate it?


Skewered on a gith blade. At least they made it quick.


Vita excolatur!


The way I see it, you have two options: Halsin or death - whatever form it takes.


For the Absolute's lie...


*You try to push him back, but his grip just gets tighter. You can feel your blood racing, coursing through both your bodies.*


Yes. It does. Especially when I see what a bloody mess they've made of their whole scheme.


Odd. I feel... <i>better</i>.


Hello, stranger. No need to ask what I'm doing down here. It's a personal matter.


But if you change your mind...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


There's got to be another way in.


Recovered <br>V4


Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gale, certainly.


Our daughter is dead because of you!


Have you slept at all?


I'd sooner trek through the Nine Hells than trust that snake. <i>Argh. </i>


Boom!<br>


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


Nasty way to go, suffocating slowly under a tonne of rubble. Not a fate I'd personally relish.


You can't be here! This is our hideout!


Try to keep up.


*Your gold is adequate compensation. There are few problems it can't solve.*


'Flumph Mating Rituals'. An odd book for a drow to carry.


All right, so what did the old devil have to say?


Seeing Halsin gives me the strength to endure everything else. You did the right thing.


Whatever you want, it can wait.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


We're in a dilapidated inn, surrounded by cursed darkness - only a fool wouldn't be afraid.


One move ahead.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


My favourite flower. Just a small remembrance... from one who can scarcely remember. Rest well.


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


<i>In umbram cretus, sanguine iuratus.</i>


Hurt


I guess it doesn't matter now. Your trail of blood ends here and now.


UNLESS...


No blood - but no less vicious a display. To what end?


Poor Scratch. I miss him.


The brew's been chilled!


That doesn't make me feel better. In fact, it makes me want to vomit.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Gortash may be low-born, but if he is half the man Ravengard has proven to be, Baldur's Gate can count itself fortunate twice over.


I am listening.


He's gone. Left this morning.


Heh, don't thank me. I'll be well on my way to Baldur's Gate when you die.


Nothing but brains. Food for mind flayers, I suppose.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


A magical staff. Perhaps Gale could find use for it.


Hah - your time to prove yourself will come, Dread Sister. And I have no doubt the Black Hand will be pleased at what he sees.


My skill is required.


Tsk'va. Fathomless as the gith's suffering under the ghaik.


Oh. Should I try something else? Be honest.


I had no bloody choice! I'm dying!


We keep going until it <i>does </i>work. They'll give in soon enough, once their coffers run empty.


I say we put an end to your dry spell. Once Ketheric falls, the first round's on me.


If I knew that, I'd have tried to kill him myself.


Mark my words: Whatever this is, it's bad news.


I understand you are still misguided by your faith in the lich queen. But such faith is blinding you from the truth.


No.


Begone, insect. I have found somebody more deserving.


I would prefer to stoop over Sarevok's corpse.


Hence with thee, then. Savour thy freedom, for thou cannot claim 't still. Away!


A wondrous dragon. Magnificent, even in death.


*Your confession is more than enough. The grown-ups will deal with you.*


Where's the clash? You're both sound operators with tadpoles in your heads. But - the decision's made.


Invisibilis!


Walking freely out of a githyanki crèche... A miracle if ever I've seen one. And trust me, I've seen quite a few.


You know, it takes all three to control the brain. Without Thorm's, it's become vexingly wilful.


Ah, you're awake. Good. General Thorm has tasked me with relieving you of a certain artefact - I hear it's loath to part from you.


I'm slipping away. Help.<br>


Our Father does not feel pride. He bore the disgrace of creating life in his Spawn. We can but atone for the shame of birth.


*The link between your minds fades and you're left looking at the fresh runes. Let's hope you copied them accurately...*


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


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


... murdered... infidel... traitor...


Moonwitch rubbish. Ought to be burned.


Tried. But Connor's death... was horrible. Guts... everywhere. Mayrina not... right since.


If there are valuable goods on the move, The Black Company's <i>always</i> involved.


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


Let's not die yet.


*Hiss!*


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


A Thayan book about necromancy. Not for the faint of heart. All the more for the decayed of heart.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Pigeon feathers. No sign of the bird.


It shall be mine.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


A prayer, with the same symbol as the chest - divine magic.


He j-just said some wizard called Lorroakan would reward us if we found it.


Kind of you to offer a free sample then. Now that they've tried out inferior goods, they'll know just how good they has it already.


There are scant few customers today... This might end up being the first day in years I end with my hand alone for company.


Here, take mine.


I don't like this. What's <i>really </i>going on here?


You protected a child-stealing vampire? Bold choice.


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


An artefact our venerable queen would stop at nothing to take back.


Didn't I tell this joke already?


Torture's over, but ya can get a beer if yer lookin' for some fun.


That did the trick.


I know this is going to sound strange, but I've been watching him, trying to figure it out and... I think he's a <i>mummy lord</i>.


Farewell.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? The people of this plane never fail to amuse me.


Before we go, I wanted to thank you, for freeing me aboard the nautiloid.


My father's here, Karlach. Cool your fires - he must not come to harm.


So the githyanki aren't fond of the cultists. Could be a good thing.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


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


Have you brought the Orphic Hammer?


Ira!


Can I come on patrol with you later?


There's a parasite in that corpse, brimming with potent magic.


Seems we lucked out in keeping the Absolute's voice out of our heads.


Expect anything - he's been cursed to the Hells and back.


Extra Recovered <br>V4


I knew Marcus well - never suspected a thing.


This is incredible. I'm seeing stars!


Well. If you must indulge, might I suggest some place more secluded next time?


Broken. I think the great coppered sea-beast has blown its last bubble, Boo.


I suppose we'll need to find somewhere higher up.


Now you.


Vos curo!<br>v3


*Even stripped of flesh, the war-hound is formidable. Spectral eyes meet yours as it growls a challenge.*


That's what happens when you choose the losing side, orthon.


Here. Thank you for killing Ethel, but I'd like you to go now. I'll be fine - I know I'm stronger than this. I just need some time.


Heart gave out. The hag's magic, surely.


Ex Textura!


It looks like our merchant friend's the one who's been putting explosives in teddy bears.


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


Oh - oh my. Must be what's left of that would-be extortionist.<br>


Coward... attacked...  interrupted my work...


Bene curatur!<br>v3


You are right. She is.


It's all right, it's all right, Vanra! We'll stay right here.


Barrelstalk, bloated with poison. Better leave it be.


That's one way of looking at it. You could also say it's a prime target - the one pocket of light in the gloom.


*The names ring familiar: two of the many crews that make up the Guild, a loose collective with ties to every criminal enterprise in the city's underworld.*


Voco spicae!<br>v2


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


And I have naught but time.


Surprisingly spacious. Must have been quite active in its heyday.


Hm. I thought I sniffed a Merregon's scent somewhere. These must've been a pain to get a hold of.


Don't give up yet.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


I suppose it was quite an ask... but perhaps you wouldn't mind doing me a different, smaller favour?


Double the guard - half the visitors. Folk won't fancy a wander round with us here.


Unseen.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


You can't stop yourself any more than stop your blood pumping. You delay the inevitable.


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


She is immortal - and enraged. What have we done...?


Have you no ears? Or are you just thick? FREE ME.


Come, Voss - I need you!


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


*Today is a wonderful day for <i>murder</i>.*


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


Not like this.


Let's get that patched up.


You'll learn, boy. Give it some time.


Unless she chose it herself. Which is even more worrying, honestly.


Damn it, it's gone...


Let's do this.


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


Even crazier than that, if you can believe it.


There is no shame greater than failing in his service. But even so, each death is a gift.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Maybe we still can. There's yet to be a storm we couldn't weather.


No time for chat just now.


Thank you. I was having trouble... finding the words.


Risum teneatis?


Come along, Isobel.


It's my job to do exactly that. If you intend to spend any time in Baldur's Gate, you best learn some respect for the Flaming Fist.


Look at that beast. Seems almost too big to take flight.


What do you think?


Crusty rogue.


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


I got it on the nose!


It's the only way to teach him. He behaves worse than the dogs, and makes more of a mess.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


It's strange, but somehow I woke up this morning and realised the orb feels different. No clamour, no desperation, no <i>hunger.</i>


Without you, the brain would have enthralled me again. I would rather die... I owe you everything.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


We are his Justices. We preside over his most profane tribunal - <i>forevermore</i>.


Oh, my love. I wish I could understand. But I respect your wishes. If this is your time, I will stand by your side.


Mr Dekarios! Heavens, fancy seeing <i>you</i> here!


Halt, oppressor! I am reclaiming the victuals in this basement for the good of ratkind!


Teehee.


You look nice. And <i>strong. </i>Will you take care of my papa when he stays behind?


Rats? Where are the rats? I have hands and legs and tail and claws... and... I am the rats.


Shadow Druids? This Kagha is <i>not</i> to be trusted.


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


You have the honour of making up for my mistake.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


Oh! Hi. Hello. You surprised me. But - erm - thank you! For your help with the druids. A real star, you are.


You should have left while you could.


Hark! A dung golem!


This is an active crime scene, civilian. The constable has advised the public steer well clear.


Well, I'm glad you didn't feel the need to deprive yourself. To deny the most essential of impulses is to cut yourself off from nature.


Those claws look vicious. Defend, soldier!


Ex Textura!


Where Boo leads, Minsc follows.


You see them over there? Refugees? Pah! Naught but a cover. I know what they really are...


I can't see any way to disarm it.


These are Sharran weapons. I would recognise the Nightsinger's blades anywhere.


I hope you know that I'm yours. Completely. And I'd like to take you to bed now.


But assaulting a vampire's stronghold by night will only land us in irons along with him. Better to wait 'til morning.


All right then.


Dead or alive, we ain't get our coin 'til Nere's dug out.


Such a strange disc. Are these githyanki markings? Lae'zel might know.


Here, a bottle is judged more by its ability to crack heads than the quality of its contents.


<i>I understand. Let us hope, then, that your present self will be sufficient to deal with three gods of death and a giant, magically enhanced elder brain.</i>


It is difficult to charge from down here.


Grey feathers. What are these from?


Ugh, another helpless soul begging to be rescued?


I think I see something in that pile.


So what if the Iron Throne is gone? Nothing changes - we're still stuck here. Still bound to these damn collars.


Mol's in charge here. Not me.


Perhaps the party brain cell is with one of your companions?


Canto te!


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Oi!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


Let us be mindful in the future, at least. There are few fair bargains.


Back off, I said!


Let me help.


Help's on the way.


Because you needed to speak to it. Because it feels... correct. Fitting.


It was for the best. The cub would've died anyway.


Old, decayed - with looks to match. How unfortunate.


Do you mind? I'm in the middle of an interrogation.


I can sense Halsin - we just have to buy him a little more time!


All right, I'll come with you. I suspect you'll need someone watching your back.


No mercy.


*Ice tears through your veins. Raphael knows you've taken what was his.*


<i>Well, yes, but that wasn't my point.</i>


*You attune your mind to it. The artefact does not want to part from you. It does not want to fall into the gith raiders' hands.*


Threat detected. Commence silent treatment.


Forgive me, brother. I... forgot myself.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


The shield is still warm to the touch. A dragon is not to be trifled with.


Looks like that hurt.


The bear! The bear got out!


Ah, freedom's sweet nectar, how I missed you!


The hammer's done nothing? Tsk'va - there must be a way!


You ratted me out! You knew I had candy in my pocket!


Stuff's no joke. Stronger than steel, rarer than mithral. It ain't mined - it's <i>made.</i>


You came here wholly ignorant? With no concept of what you were about to witness?


As I'm told.


Shall we extend our bargain?


Come on, open up.


The shadows are getting bolder. I don't know if we can repel another attack.


Irretio in sphaera!


I can't work without a blueprint.


Someone's moving around in there.


*Your obedience cannot be guaranteed by such piecemeal rewards as Mystra deigns to give.*


Venustior!


Aqua pura!


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


Go on, now - I know the way home from here.


An error most grave, Master. I beg your grace.


It is for her to make the choice, not I.


Hey there.


Dying Freezing to Death


That was... underwhelming.


*You recall the tales of Gorion's Ward, the great hero of Baldur's Gate. Without them, the city would have succumbed to war, famine, and worse.*


Stay with me, petal. Stay with Auntie. Forever.


Nothing like a secret door to pique one's interest.


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


Spill one drop of my blood, and yours will flow like a river. Now get it together!


They're dying for me. All of them.


Toril, and whatever lies beyond the stars.


How'd you learn to fight like that?


I would like to see if a lesson has been learned.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v8


How do you know about that? Did those crooks down the docks send you?


The door's locked. Neither of us are leaving until this is done.


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


It's pure luck I got this far. I'm, well, exhausted.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v6


The shield is still warm to the touch. A dragon is not to be trifled with.


Such a pity there were no survivors to tell what truly happened there.


You would deny yourself further pleasure?


His name is Jacek, he's a super brave knight.


Your <i>best </i>was not good <i>enough</i>.


Closed Mouth Effort


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Victory v4


Effort v11


There's a magic ward on this door. Need to be careful...


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Good bye, and good fortunes. And do return to Last Light, should you need space to breathe.


Another quake. What's going on?


But... she didn't aid us either. Not in any way I comprehended...


Your merciful streak will be the death of us one day. Let's hope Z'rell won't be too angry.


*The myconids will raise her husk. Life born from death - as penance.*


Magic words? I'm rather good at those. Time to find the Archive, and see what speaking them reveals.


Hey, you!


A slippery as an eel. Better not lose this.


Certainly.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


<i>Tsk'va</i>. I can hardly bear to look at you.


Yes, please.


Good move.


This 'blood' sounds important - could it still be here somewhere?


Let's go!<br>


This might sting. Whatever.


Laughter Maniacal


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Half-dead and still a servant. My worst nightmare.


Someone else got out.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Mine for the taking.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Kiai<br>Var 3


Origin Extra: Dying


Dying Panic Fall


<i>Go on - open your mind to it. Complete your evolution. Become illithid. </i>


The enforced repetition of sound moral principles from the Ptarian code, alongside a series of psionic pulses administered to the cerebral tissue.


You survived longer than I expected without me to aid you.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


There was no pain before my sister set the sun aflame. Now you exist to suffer, until you find your way back to my embrace.


I give you: <i>The Brilliant Retort!</i>


<i>Like it or not, our chances of defeating the elder brain are substantially improved if you embrace your latent illithid potential.</i>


You're a vile blister - I shall prick thee.


Let's try this.


Pull Nere from the rubble. Time Nere gets what's coming.


Not much use for this slag. Nice speckles, though.


An adamantine forge? Think of the masterworks that could be made there.


Acidum!


You summon, you pay. That's the bargain.


Venustior!


*'Harp and wild'? You recall stories of an alliance between druids and the Harpers, but the details are vague.*


Then you will make him your concern.


Long enough to forget the faces of my family.


Do not be too hasty. It is protected by an arcane alarm.


Such is the lure of power, I suppose. With your father gone, the people will look to his heir for direction.


No, he is afraid. He is afraid because all he has ever known is you and me, and without us he is nothing.


A thousand succubae could give me no greater delight!


Stay the path and obey the law, and you all have nothing to fear.


Bah - a pathetic show. Yet undeniably satisfying to watch.


Dying Burning


The stone says it is one floor down to the left.


Ouch. Well-earned.


Effort v10


Outta my face, foulblood.


Effort v5


Is that wishful thinking?


You were on the nautiloid? Then you are a <i>ghaik</i> wearing githyanki skin.


<i>We must discover the brain's hiding place before we can attempt to confront it! </i>


Looks like a spider... man decapitating a mind flayer. Someone got creative.<br>


Interesting selection.<br>


Remember our deal, now.


It wouldn't be the worst thing he's ever done to us. You know I'm right, sister.


You don't have to be mean. I was just saying.


Griefing and beefing, all of ye the same.


Onward.


And who asked for help? Why don't you - hold on. You're talking true, aren't you?


*You've been spotted fiddling with that lock. Best fiddle with something else.*


Shoot before you lose your nerve, tiefling. If you ever had it to begin with.


Attack


What in the hells - get back!


All <i>I've </i>been through. And don't yell at me.


Jaheira, no!


Please - my sister's in there...


Vita excolatur!


Something's waiting up ahead.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


To slay a devil in his domain is to end him entire. Or - it <i>should</i> be.


*Cough.* Sounds worse than it is. I'll be all right.


Would you like to be more than a common murderer? To become an <i>avatar </i>of slaughter?


If you can't see it, I'm not going to waste my time explaining it to you.


You again? And I thought we were friends.


Help is at hand.


Thou quivering plague rat!


It's getting dark. Can't hold on.<br>


Nothing but dirt.


Frange!


Recovered <br>V3


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Our friend Arfur was up to something nasty. We ought to chek some of his 'donations'.


Secreti umbrarum!


The fourth question. How would you spite one who wronged you?


Yeah! Well, no.


I'll use it to smash the true heir's bonds, and then slice him open on the spot.


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


Ah, Wyll. There is such a thing as being too good, you know.


Looks like there's a little shrine over there.<br>


It's broken, but not too badly.


Praise the Black Hand.


*Blessed Child of Yondalla, accept her protection and extend her blessing to all who need guidance and guarding.*


A mind flayer in possession of its mental faculties?


Heads or tails? Call it.


Whatever happened here is none of our business - or yours.


<i>Tsk'va</i>. Voss is fallen!


Just to mingle your pissing fear with her gall-puddle. There are no words for this blasphemy.


Now's my chance - I need to get Vanra out.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Wait your turn. I'll be the first of us to swear to the General.


Attack Critical<br>


Nine Hells!


I'm fine. Let's just get in and get out.


<i>Ilmater's hand, keep us from harm...</i>


A little gratitude would be nice.


A deep gnome with boots too good for a slave. That's all I know.


Well...


So much blood. The illithids take what's useful and discard the rest.


It's not your choice to make. Let me speak with your leader.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


Beshaba pass over, look what they did to him.


Thank you, by the way. This may not be your fight exactly, but you're willing to help. That means a lot.


Apparently so. They weren't inclined to explain why, just to drive half-berserk.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


Quite the welcome.


I believe that's called growth, Shadowheart.


Your fight is not over.


'Gith travelled to the Hells to broker help for her people, her cause. Vlaakith would have you believe Mother Gith proclaimed her our queen.'


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


I... I feared I would give in then, but your mother's strength bolstered me. She never gave up calling you daughter, no matter what you said. Or did.


What in the Hells was that?


Come back empty-handed again, and you're feeding the fishes.


Wyll, your playmate's wasting precious time. Let's see about getting her priorities fixed.


Careful! Even the mushrooms down here can't be trusted.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Never read a book I liked more than a swig of something good.


Te curo!


Someone's moving around in there.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


Inaccessus!


A silent betrayal.


Now you see me...


YOU SOUND SO BRAVE BUT WE REALLY DON'T HAVE A CHOICE


THE ONE THAT RAT-A-TATTED THE CHAINS IN PLACE AND BROKE THE FUTURE


That orb can deliver us victory - but a sort that we would not live to enjoy. Let us at least see how we fare, and if all else fails... the option remains.


Thank you. <i>Really.</i>


Excellent armour - strange place to find it.


Risen Road's more dangerous than ever. You're the first friendly face we've seen since Elturgard.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


They were a little more frothing-at-the-mouth than faithful, true enough. Here, though?


What... what happened?


And you. <i>Hush.</i> Don't be upsetting the girl with such things.


Ha! Old, but hearty, and rife with witty flourishes - not unlike myself. I confess it to be among my favoured few as well.


We should go, but you have fun tracking your monster.


I admit it - I'm jealous of Blurg's towering intellect.


Ghaik. Death is too kind a fate.


You were my lover, my Chosen, yet still you know so little of me.


That must be Arabella's father. Poor man met a ghoulish end.


But even if we can't, I'll never forget the person you were. I'll never forget what you did for this world.


You killed many of your own people when you destroyed it. Does that bother you?


Hurt


No. We take world.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


<i>You should reconsider your attachment to your physical form. You have seen what an illithid can do. You have experienced the pleasure for yourself.</i>


You'll think of no better, I assure you.


Off-limits. Leave. Now.


<i>Chk</i> - I know the thirst for blood. But you must kill with purpose, not for its own sake.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


You'll be stronger than ever.


Quick. Into position.


And now that we know he's skulking beneath his palace, we can take the hunt to Cazador.


And yet I found it nonetheless. Such is the nature of Volothamp Geddarm, author and interrogator of mysteries.


Too much honey-wine can do that. You should watch yourself.


You can't be serious. You want me to sit by the fire, twiddling my thumbs, when I could be winning my freedom?


If I must.<br>


Look upon her.


I can't risk re-capture. I barely escaped last time.


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


You do get very negative after a couple of glasses.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


I'm afraid that goes for our relationship as well - I'll make my own way from here. Alone, again. What a disappointment.


I do not understand why the matrons - sorry, <i>patriars - </i>of the city do not open their gates to the refugees.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


Please go poke the ranger instead.


A Selûne idol, really? Are you in need of a paperweight?


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


*A strange symbol glows, marked on their flesh, and something within you stirs in response.*


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


That's the symbol of Myrkul.


Wait, there's another step after that? Rats.


Of course.


Back in my cell, I didn't tell you everything - about who I was, and more importantly, who I represent.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


You. Quiet down.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'. An odd book for a drow to carry.


Aren't you the most beautiful kitty ever?


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


Hunting for anything?


Do you two have rocks for brains? What were you <i>thinking?</i>


Don't. Poke. The Karlach.


That, she will <i>definitely</i> have something to say about.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


It doesn't need to - so long as you can keep your thirst in check.


Deure!


The <i>ghustil</i>?


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


Be you beguiling or be you beheaded -


Let's never speak of this again.


I heard how you saved the grove; it wouldn't be right for me to let you leave without expressing my gratitude.


I don't know.


I'm on my way.


Did you need something?


Goblins got to her, by the looks of it. But she stood her ground proudly.


Dying Burning<br>v4


You should have seen him on our wedding day. So vibrant. So <i>alive</i>. He couldn't have been happier.


Look at all this stuff...


It is time! Kill him!


Thought this place was going to blow. We'll live to fight another day.


... screams... flames... a voice... commanding...


A very good thing. I don't know what I did to trick you into thinking I was worthy of you, but I'm glad it worked.


Take whatever time you need to consider. I hope, when the reality of my condition sets in, you may yet be convinced to change your mind.


Good for you, mate. Now get out of my sight before my worg rips you a new hole.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Woe, that every subject cannot know the peace of absence.


I feel it, though. My very being, draining out of me.


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


I cannot leave you like this, love.


No. No. This will not do. This House has catered to its share of lords. Your <i>friend</i> is... something else.


Poisonings for cowards. Should find 'em and kill 'em.


There is something missing in you, and I do not understand it.


That's true. Without these lads, we'd've been cooked.


Combat Vocals - Stand Up Effort
aggggmm...
v4


It cannot be avoided.


For you, perhaps. Not for us.


I'm heating up!


May Waukeen shift the scales in your favour.


It's, um, <i>relative</i>. Doesn't mean it's not worth reading. So what do you say - buy a copy?


Strange, I almost feel like I've just, um... I feel good.


We are both survivors. But I hoped you saw me as more than that.


They did a number on you, didn't they?


Save your sympathy. He is hshar'lak. Traitor, and ghaik.


*Words and symbols flurry past. Years of reading by candlelight dulled your eyesight, but sharpened your mind. Your knowledge lights up even the murkiest of mysteries.*


*Its casing crumbles beneath your hands, sloshing volatile brine as it collapses.*


Thank you. We can talk again soon.


Scab-licking vagrant!


Hark! A dung golem!


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


*You could kill it, end its miserable life of enslavement. Surely that would be the humane thing to do...*


*You feel the touch of the Emperor's mind peeling at the edge of yours, trying to gain access.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Sorry, can't talk. I might miss my next customer.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


Quite a spear. Why hide it away...?


If we plan to open the doors for these poor souls, we must do so quietly, or risk joining them.


People drop stacks of coins in that fountain... <i>If you nick some, I won't tell! </i>


Bene curatur!<br>v2


The bravery was mostly Boo's. Minsc simply followed with the shouting and waving of swords.


Still, it's done. That's what matters.


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


You do good work. If you can handle more than goblins, might be I'll have use of you in Baldur's Gate.


Tell me, what curiosities did you discover within the walls of this esteemed emporium?


But please - enough about me. Sharing's bad for my complexion.


We will meet again, aspirant. Hopefully in the most <i>auspicious</i> of circumstance.


Ah - the drow corpse spoke of this book. Disguised by magic, it seems.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


The prisoners are escaping! All arms to me - NOW.


She was always stubborn. She clung to Selûne even after her mother's death.


... b-but they ambushed us. I didn't think a pack of goblins could be so... so efficient.


Incommodum!


So what do you have left to contribute? Your personality? Let's just hope those powers return soon.


I wish I could say it were not so.


It's magic.


I surprise myself, at times.


<i>Straj</i>! Resist, you coward - fight!


Wrong. Your presence here is the only real threat to their survival.


Mors tua, vita mea!


I have... so much... more... to tell... you...


My fair consort, I can't wait to dine upon this four-course meal with you.


Reckon it's worth anything, mistress?


Never mind that - do you need anything? Something to eat or drink, perhaps?


Fine.


Huh, that book mentioned Lathander statues that moved...


A short-lived alliance, apparently. Time to get to the Transponder.


*'The Cell.' A stern prison guard slides a warm meal into the thief's cell.*


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


I know that name - it was in a courier's note. Something about 'settling matters' with Nine-Fingers.


'Reeducation' sounds an awful lot like enslavement to me.


Until then, you can enjoy my company. You can benefit from my power. But you will not be in my heart.


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Circulus mortis!


*Fear rushes through you as the door shakes, remembering the hag's smile.*


I'm hungry. <i>Starved</i>.


Looks like you need a little help.<br>


Madness - or a curse, perhaps? There must be some cure, some potion for you to take.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


*The door shudders. It has no choice but to let you inside.*


Wyvern, Assassin's blood - oh, I'm just listing all the poisons I know.


*The zombie is still watching. Still hungry.*


Effort v8


My my, aren't we feeling voracious?


Yes - the one truth that fell out of its cankered lips.


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


But we will have our time. And when we do, I will make your heart and flesh burn as hotly as you've ever known.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Hold on! I'm coming.


<i>As for dad... bad luck, I guess. But they should've found someone younger to take the job on the Risen Road. Maybe someone with a better back could've dodged the cart in time...</i>


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


*Your parasites link. Pain splits your head, and you hear a distant voice, a whisper of a memory. It calls for you. <i>All</i> of you...*


One brine pool, countless parasites. Disgusting things.


Coming, coming.


*Her mind reels, but is no longer clouded. She accepts the truth... she has no choice.*


A merregon's mask, no less. Those infernal soldiers only fight with a commander at their side - and I don't see one here...


Abomination. <i>This is your end.</i>


This forge again. That drow wizard's notes mentioned some kind of guardian.


Ought to just leave you.


Dying Panic Fall


*Devella was right. Not just an imitator, but Sarevok himself.*


He's right. Trust me, I've read the Articles forwards and back.


I've chosen a successor as First Druid - Francesca of the High Forest. A bird's already been dispatched to summon her.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


We serve at yours and the gearsmith's leisure. For Baldur's Gate.


The hag is evil incarnate. Helm, let us not fall to such a monster, I beg of you.


I told your mother not to worry. That if they were anything to worry about, Baldur's Gate would handle things quick-sharp. Keep them from spreading their tendrils north.


Do you not wish to pleasure your fine maiden? To feel her fingers grip yours in pure ecstacy?


Wakey wakey.


The tieflings are grateful for your efforts, as well should they be.


And you, Gale? What are your next steps?


Maybe if I squint?


Smashing! Ta for now, my friend - only for now!


Dear child, what is the matter? No one can hurt you here.


I shouldn't even bother.


Praise be. And now, through Her will, you can be my eyes.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


*Your words may be false, but they ring truer than Mol's tales. You're off the hook.*


Effort v7


His minions will wait for you at the mountain pass, on the threshold of the shadow curse.


Not all deaths are so laden with import, on this plane or any other. The best we can do is live well, and hope the death that comes for us is quick. And preferably painless. I think we gave them that, at least.


Attack Critical<br>


<i>Ulma, gather your hunters! It's time to slay some monsters.</i>


I remember finding you close to death, beaten black and blue on the floor of this sanctum. It must have been a few hours after the tadpole was placed in your skull.


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


Fiat lux!<br>v3


The psionic detector alerted us to the githyanki attack. Looks like Voss was good for his word.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Some kind of tank?


Ah - it was a great scrap. A hungry minotaur with a hankering for human flesh.


'Mercy'. You carry it with you. And now I must carry it with me.


Gods, you're cute.


Next time we'll grind their bones to make our bread.


Not a problem.


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


I don't think she's the type who hears 'no' very often...


Whatever your decision, I will accept it. But you must choose. You cannot have us both.


Rest easy, I've got you.


*Crinckle and crack go her bones, and the shards of old bones below.*


Oak Father, guide me.


*You recognise the marking from the nautiloid: an illithid symbol meaning 'unleash'.*


Hear me, my queen! Vlaakith, ba na'zin. Vlaakith, ik sa'ith. Vlaakith, tri na'sa'zhi!


You should have trained harder, Master.


Qudenos - to the sky!


Cresceat scientia!


Not short for anything else? Some big long family name, maybe?


Whoever that elf is, he's got an army of Shar worshippers at his command.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


Urgh. Another bandy-legged gobshite. What do you want with Shovel?


These don't mention sussur bark though. Perhaps an earlier draft.


So what exactly are we supposed to do about it? We've enough enemies outside of our camp. We hardly need one within it.


This sword has all kinds of power running through it. Gale, want a look?


We have nothing to talk about.


I haven't got the slightest idea what he's trying to say.


You think you can hide your purpose. You are a brutish butcher, your blunted skull has no vision for deceit.


Argh! It's screeching for help!


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


You must rest. Come - I will take you to Last Light.


Go! We'll wait for your signal.


I'm trapped!


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


So the githyanki aren't fond of the cultists. Could be a good thing.


Could mean anything.


Whatever he's asked, do it quickly. I don't know how much longer Oskar can bear this...


I prefer to take lives.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Bring restoration -- bring <b>unity</b>.


What is to be said, I wonder.


It's not every day you have the chance to catch a killer in action. Not even in this profession.


To think I trusted <i>you. </i>At best you are a <i>ghaik</i> pawn. At worst, you are a coward.


Looks like your toy has other ideas. I think you're stuck with it.


Stuck? That's not good.


Effort v5


Please - you must help him again. Oskar's been possessed.


Thy parents have left for the Fugue Plane. They are, in a word, dead.


Tsk'va. I should have expected no better from Hshar'lak.


Shush. No, really. <i>Shush</i>.


Don't fancy getting my hands dirty. I need a shovel.


Bene curatur!


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


What could a book contain that requires it to be bound with chains...?


Whoa, that was <i>intense</i>. Again, again!


Darling, we can't let the readers decide what the content is. We've editors for that.


Best be on my way.


There aren't any villages within a day's walk.


I see tracks there - or footprints. That's worth a look.


I could listen to this forever...


Morbidus!


What? Minsc has the itch that only a butt can scratch! A <i>kicked</i> butt, I mean.


Death to the unrighteous! That's what you taught me!


Ugh. There had better be a soft bedroll in my near future.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


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


Almost there. I'm so excited I could scream.


The Counting House...? But what the hells could Minsc want there?


I always wondered what being nervous would feel like. I hate it.


Open up.


An army's worth of slithering parasites. Sickness, waiting to spread.


Gods. Stelmane is... dead?


At least... for now, they depend on me. But perhaps given time, their roots will grow strong enough that they can stand without me.


Let them come. The darkness can be to our advantage.


This city fails those who need its aid the most. No child should be abandoned like this.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


This place is protected. Someone powerful must be here.


Orin taught us some very <i>specific</i> cruelties. Were you not Bhaal's spawn, I would inflict them upon you, traitor.


Oh <i>are</i> you? Tell me, where was your god when those hooligans were kicking in my shutters, eh?


What manner of dark magic had this artist gotten himself tangled in?


<i>I will assimilate Orpheus. And without his protection, you will perish. Just like I said you would. </i>


No more lies, Astarion. These wounds you've branded me with tell your bloodthirsty tale.


Some power for the taking.


As they should. I was merely testing you. This should be an alliance of peers.


*There is a light here, in the tight space beneath the floor. Secret things that <i>shine</i>.*


We're avoiding the whole area. I won't lose one more beak to the blighter.


Tracks. Small, bipedal. Goblins, perhaps.


Ale me!<br>v3


<i>Very well. I abhor violence, and would rather prevent it where possible.</i>


Karlach has offered to take on the duty. She doesn't have much time left, so there's a certain logic in leaving this to her. A somewhat callous logic, mind you.


Oh, come on. I <i>dare</i> you.


That's what I thought. But I found nothing.


Hey, mate, you look pretty well geared up. Can you spare a healing potion?


We must not leave the stone behind! Without it, we can save no one, not even ourselves.


Pay me no mind...<br>


My name is Yurgir.


If I must.


Speak, devil. We're listening.


Cuckles <br>v5


Gather yourselves - soon, we march to victory.


Never seen a gem like this - bet it's a fake.


And what were your general feelings on the book?


By Aldinach's arse, get me out of here.


Sister... look at her. Closely.


*He seems unaware of you or his surroundings.*


*His ears twitch as he lowers his head down into your lap.*


Dying Burning<br>v6


Vlaakith wants me dead because I know her secret.


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


A mind flayer? How is this possible? Gods, we've been so... blind.


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


Thanking you...


More violence. It never ends.


He hid from the Hells' forces - but they still got to him.


Inaccessus!


Wilful, though. But you are right - whatever is useful, we will leave intact.


I can sense Halsin - we just have to buy him a little more time!


If you desire conversation, please do find someone else.


*Using every scrap of your concentration, you kick the egg <i>just </i>hard enough that it doesn't crack, but soars like a red dragon.*


I must keep going.


Hmm, a pixie. Not what I expected to run into in these parts.


Gods damn it - it wasn't enough for Orin to steal the smith's face. She came back for him.


The drow was a cruel witch, but a clever one.


I respect that.


Interesting mask. I quite like the design.


Without fail!


Seems odd that the gith set up base in an abandoned monastery.


<i>Ghaik</i> aren't the only abominations here, it seems.


You can't. It's Orin. Bhaal's Bitch.


I really need to tell Lae'zel about these discs. If only so she'll take them off my hands...


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


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Hush dear, we've had enough excitement to last a good while...


Don't look at me. And don't you <i>dare</i> look at Boo.


I still can't believe it. The cultists. The screams...


Bury the remains. Continue the rite.


Or you just thought we'd be stupid enough to believe ya!


Curious.


Shelter from the shadows a while, true soul.


*These pods are made to preserve. Time means nothing.*


The brew's been chilled!


You did <i>what</i>? I will make you suffer torments so vile, the hells themselves will shudder to see them.


YOU THIEF. YOU CHEATED.


The pleasures I experienced in Mystra's embrace go far beyond the thrill of having one's tummy tickled. I remember once, she took the smallest piece of the Weave and made it into -


Closed Mouth Effort v9


But I cannot forever abide your disrespect. Cross me too often, and you will face the coming madness without me.


Laughter Maniacal


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


So you're telling me you completed the rites? Congratulations, little rabbit. I suppose I'd better kill you now.


Please, don't do this. Please.


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


My claws itch, my blood burns.


Well, <i>that </i>doesn't sound very hygienic.


I do so enjoy when you choose boldness over blandness.


Fine.


THE SAME PLACE YOU'LL FIND YOUR SORRY LITTLE SOUL WHEN RAPHAEL RIPS IT OUT


Indeed - the Absolute's love for him has made him more than mortal. He is unstoppable.


Come. We have found our prey.


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


... infernal... servant... so long I've forgotten... why...


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


Must be in one of these chests.


And if I'm not mistaken, <i>you're </i>the Blade of Frontiers.


Combat Vocals - Agressive movement
ggggrrrghhh..


I feel like I'm missing something here... what am I supposed to do?


I've always appreciated art. Especially when it unlocks secrets.


You get to move on. We're stuck here, defenceless.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Malleus! v3


A list of names with some crossed off. Odd...


Nothing. It must be activated elsewhere.


What in the hells, Astarion? You bit me!


But you look like someone who enjoys a party. There's a celebration being held in the palace of Cazador Szarr - why not join us?


Now we just need to see what lies at the heart of this place.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Aye.


Dying Burning


You look nervous. Don't.


Gods, I'd love that. We have so much to catch up on.


You can't be serious? This is a howling wasteland!


Victory v4


<i>City Watch - into position!</i>


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


The voice of Shar...? Is she truly present, or a mere illusion for the ears?


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


What's that?


A spot of healing will help.


Argh! You're here. I'm not ready. I mean, I think I'm ready.


Deure!


The art of violence is one memory not lost to them - I assure you. Now, let us return to the fray.


That's the wisest idea the wizard's had yet.


Should I be so honoured, I will wear the boot-print of Karlach Demonsbane with pride.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


*Her mind touches yours - gratitude, warmth, and relief.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


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


Ah! I can't!


Capricious child. She almost got herself killed once. Seems she's intent on finishing the job.


A roiling storm lies beneath your countenance. Welcome, faithful of the Destroyer.


As there's not a tentacle on your head, I can only assume you haven't been infected.


Pah! The mere sight of a dragonborn would scare him senseless.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Mors certa!<br>v2


But you... Well, you gave these reprobates a proper seeing to. You clearly have what I don't. Courage. Insight. Heroism.


A fortune in gold, vouched for by our queen herself.


Can we please kill it this time?


A formidable woman like yourself does herself no favours in revealing herself to be so erratic, so... uncertain.


You - you really mean it.


Very tough.


Your power is buoyed by a sea of innocent blood. I hope you are pleased.


Laridda? <i>Drugning</i> mind games. I know all about your tricks, True Soul.


Here it is - the tomb of the amulet spirit's granddaughter. Time for a family reunion.


*Before you is Sarevok Anchev - a Bhaalist who almost brought Baldur's Gate to ruin a century ago.*


At least they won't drag any more poor souls along in chains.


Hey, it's Dammon! Let's say hi.


Erase me. <i>Please</i>. My knowledge will be yours.


You carry the stone plucked from Myrkul's Chosen, besides. I am not ready to call you 'enemy'.


*You've been caught desecrating a corpse. Prepare to defend yourself.*


Effort v7


The decision is made. I can only pray to the Oak Father that we choose wisely. Onwards.


There was a battle here once - a large one.


Look, down there...


As long as we hold this floor, the tower is ours. I'll stay here - ensure no one comes up or down without a scimitar welcome.


<i>Tsk'va</i> - I can't let you die!


It sounds like they've discovered a way to exist in a state of suspended ceremorphosis.


I can't see any way to disarm it.


Yes! Now we're talking.


Where Jaheira goes, so follows Boo. And so follows Minsc. Farewell, my friend.


<i>Ah!</i>


*You have been let off with a warning, but you will not be so lucky next time.*


But - should great Vlaakith come to settle a score with <i>Lae'zel, </i>well. I might be convinced to kill her.


Raphael possesses a powerful relic called the Orphic Hammer.


My mother always said the Wilden Oak's acorns held just a touch of wishing magic.


Poor fools. They actually think Cazador will save them...


Let's see if there's <i>anything</i> interesting in this brain of yours.


What more could you need?


That feels good.


Let's talk, then.


Victory v4


I'm more worried about this parasite than a few goblins. We need a healer.


Nothin' to report, madame True Soul.


Pity. You'd have become rather rich had you the proper sense.


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


I'd have put good coin on you running off into the sunset, but you did it. You stopped the goblins. Thank you.


*You failed to fulfil Mizora's mission. <i>She</i> was Zariel's asset you were meant to rescue - and the Absolute's cult has destroyed her.*


<i>Yes?</i>


Locked from the inside.


That's right, specialising in pre-owned goods. You want to trade, talk to Sticky there. I'm in management. Busy, you know?


His name is Astarion, but I fear he's gone to ground. I was hoping the hag of these lands could help me flush him out, but it seems she is no more.


Here I am, Yurgir, tongue and all, precisely on time for a lesson in semantics.


Ut ventus!


I won't give in.


Hm. Perhaps something's missing?


*'The Prince of the Comet is not dead.
The Prince of the Comet will come again.
The Prince of the Comet will liberate us from Vlaakith's tyranny.'*


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Lady Shar's embrace has been lifted from these lands. A necessary sacrifice, to stop that traitor, Thorm.


Ah, don't be grumpy, petal. I only want to help.


Finish them!


You didn't hear it? Shook our camp good, so we came for a look.


Phil... of course she did. Diehards for the cause, both of us. No cost too great, eh?


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


...and two cups of tea.


Willing and able.


You go a lifetime without seeing one, and then they won't stop pestering you.


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


It senses something, doesn't it? I'll keep my guard up.


'Blasphemy', said the temple priestess. But <i>Minsc</i> says: do not give horns to your statues if you do not wish the visitors to try and make them toot.


A shape shifter? Then our eyes can't be trusted.<br>


On your feet.


Talk to the boss, not me.


His territory ran from the Wood of Sharp Teeth to Cloakwood. It took half an army to drive him out. How did he end up here?


Obedi me!<br>v2


Let us see what is to be said.


Hardly worth the effort.


As much fun as you and I would have on the road, alas no. I think we both know you're destined for greater things.


*The symbols move aggressively, probing your mental defences. Your patron is there to defend you, but there's only so much they can do.*


Master says you're good. Told me to protect you. But one wrong move, and your flesh is mine.


Attack


Hells. I think I woke something up.


An interesting development, but one to be treated with caution. For better or for worse.


Seek the inquisitor within. Step lightly, <i>ra'stil</i> - he's not known for his lenience.


Oh, thank the gods. Maybe I'll even get to see him again, once we're both well.


Nah. Don't know how to swim.


<i>We can rise to heights so far impossible to fathom. We will plumb the depths of the city, retreat to its deepest core and discover...</i>


A protector is guarding it, if I'm reading this right. And this 'hot hammer' is key to its downfall.


The sight...


We're working on it.


Don't want to draw any attention.


Then perhaps we have hope yet.


Thank you - thank you so much. You are Kled's best friend, for the rest of your life - Kled promises!


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


*The campsite is secure. Blood-soaked, but secure.*


The Council sent a carrier pigeon with news that the city has been dealing with Absolutist attacks. The Steel Watch is holding strong.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I challenged my goddess, defied her will, and promised her destruction.


Dying Burning


Ugh.


The traitor prince is close. We <i>must</i> split him open; we must fulfil Vlaakith's command!


I suppose it was only a matter of time until Shar took vengeance.


Queen's blessing upon you.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


Stop squirming. I'm coming.


I'm not talking to someone dressed in their bathrobe. I refuse.


Felt like an earthquake - as if I didn't have problems enough already.


We won't tolerate necromancy.


To serve Lady Shar...


<i>Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!</i>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


The istik is with me, honoured kith'rak.


We'd make better strangers.


Ah, my friend. If you've any more blood to spare, I'd be happy to exchange it for something of more use to you.


Sure, in the beginning, but this isn't the beginning anymore, is it?


Whoever they were, their equipment's no use to them now.


I won't be getting through these things - nor will anyone else.


Gods, they won't let up.


You, a True Soul? I'd be shakin' in my boots if you were, but all I'm feelin' is the urge to see your guts.


You're our one shot at getting out of here - don't leave us behind.


Yes?


An illusion. There must be something worth being kept secret through there.


Do not stem your cries. Sob, roar, scream - do what you must in the tangles of grief.


The Ebonlake. I wouldn't go sticking your hand in.


That's what I'm trying to find out!


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


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


Even before they got those big metal bruisers, the Fists were obnoxious, but now...


So githyanki sleep in beds too. How conventional.


Use the tadpole. Cast the spell on the crown!


Oh. Hey. You're one of those drow, right?


*This blade was a warrior's sacrifice to Eilistraee. Blood can only be honoured with blood.*


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


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


I think not - the pleasure will be all mine.


You know this for yourself, of course. So was there some other matter you needed to discuss?


Perhaps in time, I can trust them to meet their saviour. Perhaps you can come to visit us, and be treated with all the reverence you deserve. That day may be distant. But I shall do everything in my power to hasten it.


Might as well help myself.


Eiecto te!


Viconia would have you hide down here, oblivious to the true danger - the Absolute must be stopped, and only I can lead you. Lady Shar has decreed it!


Who am I? Your only chance of survival.


Matters need attending.


You're comparing plonk to vintage wine. You can make merry with either, but they are not the same.


It's our juiciest edition in an age - bound to get everyone talking about you.


It is strange. A worm sits within my skull, twisting my thoughts; but it is <i>you</i> that have made Minsc see the world anew. You, my friend, are the true parasite!


I'll come back when I've got the iron and my team in tow. They'll definitely want to see what happens!


Voco vineae!


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


The Absolute is gold from the sky, She is. The blessin' in the storm an' the storm itself.


I love fighting with daggers. It's so <i>personal</i>.


Pisspot.


It's hopeless. Silvanus' will holds these vines in place.


A strange easel. There's some kind of mechanism attached.


Barrelstalks, full of poison. The myconids will release it if threatened.


An adamantine forge? The same as that dead drow spoke of, surely.


The hag's lair? I think I preferred the swamp.


They say that the only thing a vampire can feel is hunger. Nothing else touches them - not grief, or mercy. Or any sense of what is just.<br>


Minsc does not lie. And heroes do not let their friends die - yes?


*Lady Shar's values are clear - her children must excel in stealth, combat and navigating her sacred darkness.*


Recovered <br>V2


That is... not good news.


You'd be a bit late to the party if you did. Ketheric Thorm done for. Or didn't you see that angel carving a path straight toward Moonrise Towers?


Shadow to shadow. Soon the final reckoning.


We don't all blend in as well as you do. Although I imagine that'll change if we ever reach Baldur's Gate.


What? If this is a joke, it's not funny. Why would Grisly want me dead?


You remind me of her somewhat. You share her fierceness, and her passion.


Those oversized steel toys are done for, but the Fist are still standing. Maybe now folks will see what we're worth.


Perhaps it's a blessing that none of them survived to see it fall to the shadows.


Thank heavens.


*A charm on the hag's body flashes a faint glow.*


*You see drow and goblins restraining her... a mind flayer reaching out...*


*First of the Bormul patriar family to start his own venture, Alec is the unscrupulous bastard who made their fortune in mines and vineyards.*


And she is not alone. Her partner is still by her side, and doth soothe her with her company.


Parchment-pallored villain.


Rath, may you find peace in the great silence.


No, no. You're cheating! I have to hide!


Blast it all! I'm going home.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


He's legging it! After him!


The parasites are merely a symptom of a greater sickness in Faerûn.


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


<i>The larva is not the only creature that has been inside this brain. But at present it is the sole resident.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v6


More pigeon remains... looks like it was dragged toward the temple.


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


A Harper code. Meant to be used for doppelgangers, impostors. Things like <i>them</i>.


She must be at camp. I think she was getting a little too hot under the collar.


That must have hurt.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I am eager to return myself, but I must prepare my treatise before I depart. Sharing knowledge is one of the Society's most important tenets.


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


Do not disturb me again, True Soul.


Avert your eyes, whenever it appears. And do not avail yourself of this new power, no matter how alluring.


Here - take these for the road. It's the least I can do.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Only a true diabolist would know how to get their hands on something like this.


Prisoner'll talk, yer ladyship. Spike always makes 'em talk.


I do not count wrong.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Should I slice the radishes like this?


Let's go our separate ways, and be thankful we're all in one piece.


Say the words.


Your kind is not known for trusting strangers. Quite rightly. Yet here you are.


Te exsecror!


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Your parasite is unusual - it is wrapped in magic that prevents its removal.


Oh, feign indifference all you want. You don't fool me - and you won't win <i>him</i> over that way.


The others. The ambush - tell me they survived.


With a flick of the wrist.


<i>Hells</i> that was strong. Thought my skull was going to crack.


Perhaps. But at such an accelerated rate?


A rune sign, but not one I recognise. Its meaning eludes me.


She's right.


Bloody savages, the lot of them!


Oh, a little talking, a little drinking, and - once everyone else is asleep - we get to know each other.


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


What have I run off with...


I only wish I'd had the pleasure.


Don't make us kill you.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


Doing Balthazar's bidding sickens me, but if it gets us closer to Ketheric, so be it.


We scout the roads and scan the skies for children of Gith. Purification cannot wait.


Victory v4


Effort v8


Quite the spear. Keen point, hardy shaft - a good weapon to keep handy.


*Excited and breathless, time passes in the blink of an eye as the two of you get lost in the intricacies of music.*


I will not say I'm pleased with your choice - but I will wish you many fortunes. Whatever may come, you are still <i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i> - Sister in Freedom.


MOONMAIDEN, HEAR ME! DAME AYLIN IS FREE!


Works great as toilet paper if you run out.


Well. I hope I'm not interrupting.


Seems we don't need a combination for the door after all.


Voco vineae!


Very good. Every effort should be expended to make a good impression.


*That spell usually results in a lock being opened. Unfortunately, this time it's about to get you locked up.*


Stubborn. A useful quality.


I bloody SAID you looked like trouble. Could smell it a mile off.


I'm not the enemy here - the Absolute is.


Such a strange disc. Are these githyanki markings? Lae'zel might know.


I'm praying. Is that not how it goes?


Can't... can't continue like this...


An essential incantation.


<i>Shaddy? </i>Really?


A gentleman's only as dashing as his least groomed locus.


She's almost as scary as you, Lae'zel. So naturally she gets my vote.


Effort v11


Voco murus!<br>v2


Happy to assist a friend.


*You quickly clear things up. Obviously you aren't the thief reported.*


Make me proud.


I'm glad. Although I'm not sure what the expectations are around... us?


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


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


A military camp. I must tread cautiously - if I tread at all.<br>


Oh, they know some of it. Most would rather bury their heads in the sand anyway. Saves them the bother of feeling responsible.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


Have you noticed any attachments of the more, erm, <i>romantic </i>variety flourishing in our camp, Wyll?


Welcome. If you've need of a bunk or a bath, you'll find them upstairs.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Don't - don't let me keep ya, boss. Lads were gathered by the windmill.


Effort v11


To camp, then! For his heroics here today, Boo has earned the most vigorous of back-scratchings.


*This would have been your fate too, were it not for the dream visitor's protection.*


Give me just a moment... and I think...


*Suddenly you see what she sees. Feel what she feels. Distrust. Hostility. Because you look like a gith.*


The art of violence is one memory not lost to them - I assure you. Now, let us return to the fray.


Garrett...


Florrick! You bastards.


You buying, mate? Not a lot left.


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


Then try again. Tell her I'm safe, tell her my mind is freed. I swear to you, she will listen.


The only moments of hope amidst the terror are snatched from the dark when I am around <i>you</i>, Master.


He could not save them - so let us avenge them instead.


What was that? Something's shifted - <i>somewhere </i>in this tower.


Relax, I've got you.


To the rescue.


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


<i>Worthy hands hold proof of faith - as the Dread Lord desires. </i>


Aridissimus!


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


I don't fancy my chances. They're cute but deadly. Like the Realms' most terrifying bunny rabbits.


Hurt


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


A pity you won't be here to see it.


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


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


I wonder what brought an orthon to a place like this? We'll never find out now...


Filled with brine - and a whole lot of those parasites.


Are you a commander of armies, or a shivering pawn - fodder for cleverer minds?


And then we can only hope the Fist do their duty and escort you to the gallows! Your days scumming up this good city's streets will be over.


I bet Gale will want to take a look at this staff.


Hmm, I'm not sure you are exactly my type.


You - you did? But that means... <i>Wulbren!</i>


Return to Balthazar - he may be able to correct your defects.


Halt. We were not expecting visitors, kin. What brings you here?


Look, I really don't have time to chat - I'm sure you can find someone less busy to listen to you somewhere.


*Lathanderian monasteries of this size were usually overseen by Dawnmasters, esteemed members of the clergy.*


PainPretend<br>var 3


Quiet as silence.


Don't you <i>dare</i> take the offer. No power is worth such a cruel price.


Aaaaaaagghhhhh!!! Gods-damned wretched - <i>argh</i>.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


I know, isn't it wonderful? Endless opportunities for mischief.


If that were true, why wait to make his move? He'd had every opportunity.


I need a moment for the two of us.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Unless you meant to raise my spirits by other means?


<i>I can feel the brain. Limitless rage, limitless hunger.</i>


Erm, you'll want to talk to Fezzerk. He's in charge here - well, after yerself, I suppose...


Of course he will. And then we'll return home.


Are they all like this?


A kiln, unfinished sculptures, stone fragments. Masons worked here.


UNWORTHY.


Or worse - to try your best and end up hurting the one you love the most.


The light's been snuffed out. Only ash at the bottom.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


But you're sweet to notice.


Victory v3


*Suddenly vanishing and reappearing does not seem to be winning you any friends.*


Oh, you are such an eloquent and well-mannered Master.


I spent a good bit of time in the Hells. Enlisted against my will by the archdevil Zariel. Same as you, I suppose, if you're from Elturel.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


...Hells. You're <i>with</i> them, aren't you?


All that blood. Gods, it's even more sickening than I first reckoned.


Securing.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Hullo - whatever you did, it made the collar in my pack vibrate.


No good to you, now.


She's dead. The great Jaheira finally her match, taking down General Ketheric Thorm out in the shadowlands.


Ocior!


For he who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself becomes a monster.


Punge!


Entirely.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


No like you. *Sniff.* No like your smell.


Though I'd have preferred not bleeding <i>quite </i>so profusely.


That <i>smell</i>... These corpses aren't the freshest.


Glad we could get that all straightened out.


More for me.


Of all the things you could have lost at sea, you lost the Netherstones.


I thought I knew the faces of all your friends, Gandrel, but this one is new to me.


Only a fool would resist such power.


That's Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. I didn't think anyone still worshipped him.


Ch'r'ai W'wargaz.


The tower itself is groaning. Something's powered down.


It's... I'm not sure I want to remember.


She's been punished for her lies. Don't let her get to you.


Looks like a military outpost. Best be ready for a fight.


Excellent! I knew you'd come around.


Leave while folk still need my lotions and potions? I simply couldn't.


Auntie Ethel will sort you out. I've lotions and potions galore!


That wasn't a bulette... was it?


So all those sweet words were said in the hope of lying with her? Hah! A fine performance, O my itching liege!


Monster. Death is too good for it.


<i>Indeed. Although I may have another solution, albeit a temporary one.</i>


Orpheus...


I will never serve the Absolute again, Z'rell, and I will take your prattling tongue as a reminder of this moment.


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


You've got it all wrong, pup. <i>You</i> killed your father. Your wish - my command.


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith.</i> Your grace is my honour. Orpheus will die by my hand - and I will take my rightful place at your side.


This might sting. Whatever.


Welcome to Sorcerous Sundries, where every item carries the personal guarantee of Lorroakan, <i>Immortal</i> Master of Ramazith's Tower. How can I help you?


Always at your side.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


There's got to be another way in.


... do it.


Incende!


It seems your aggression has its uses after all. Omeluum tells me I've you to thank for its safe return.


Oh. <i>OHOHOHO.</i>


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Must be in one of these chests.


Vile beasts. Now to get out of here.


You 'became' nothing. I suspect you were always the self-sacrificing sort.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


Always room for more.


What... what happened?


Maybe a nice big hammer for Karlach.


Voco spicae!
v3


Then I will gut them too, and present their head to Vlaakith.


Not now, perhaps.


Let's get you below. You can tell everyone about it, hm?


Shar called Shadowheart 'nothing.' But I know better than that.


What I wouldn't give to meet the Gondian who invented the Steel Watch.


Torre!


Dying Burning


Recover your strength.


Not a duergar design... this crossbow is meant for a warrior of Shar.


Got nothing to give you for it. Just... leave me be.


Bathe in blood and ruin.


This must have belonged to Lenore's dog. Definitely magical, too.


How curious. The shadow curse has not touched this place.


Seven thousand souls, Astarion. That is all it cost to inherit your master's power. His position. His very fine palace.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Dying Burning<br>v6


You never did have sense, did you.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


In Her name.


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


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


Demento te!<br>v2


*This <i>could </i>be the work of a devil, but they collect souls through cunning, not carnage.*


Would that there was a hand big enough to smack them all. Meaning no <i>insult</i>, Oakfather Silvanus.


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


*Hnr!*


What am I supposed to do here...?


Oh dear, someone's left a trap out for us.


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


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Come here... please!<br>


That's right. I know what you did. And it's not going to be quick - not for you.


*The risk is certainly yours to take - will you?*


Urgh!


So I've got another name for you. Nothing so grand as warriors, or heroes. Something better.


Voco murus!<br>v2


The stones know how old they are now.


Take the wood from the cart too - that'll be good for a fire, if nothing else.


This is Zarys' chest. Would probably be worth a few coin to her.


Oh well. BACK TO THE NAABING BOARD.


That a fact? He's at the windmill, muckin' about. Wouldn't stray again, if I were you.


He's been in the Shadowfell. All memories will have been stripped away. We need to remind him who he is - some personal effects, maybe.


Pity to let this get buried with you.


I hope so. Good night.


Drunk <br>V4


Don't call me that. My name is Shadowheart.


Am I understood?


Efficent? Good.


They bloody killed 'em. What now? Are we next?


Watch it, that was my foot!


I told you not to touch the egg - this foolishness ends here.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Always a pleasure to see old acquaintances. But you would be wise to not interfere in what is to come.


A hag's abode, I am sure.


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


Rope, tools, marks in the rock. Someone made quite the daring ascent.


*You see an altar dedicated to Tyr.*


Go right on with Halsin. Far be it from me to hold your hunger against you.


So the devil himself is pursuing the crown.


The cattle above have no idea what is coming.


Moonmaiden, hear me...


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Help's on the way.


I'll rip your tongue, break your legs, <i>make</i> you quiet.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Ad vitam aeternam!


Snore
zzZzz


Mutilated. Whoever they were, Orin enjoyed their suffering.


Should get started.


Hurt Critical


A cat... with wings?


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


*In the corner of the painting is a small symbol you can't quite place.*


*The merregon offers an empty look and nothing more.*


Don't dawdle, please!


Sol Invictus!


Ack - my finger. Those thorns are sharp.


Thanks to you, my friend, the skies above Tu'narath shall tremble with psalms!


'You can put distance between you and yesterday, but you'll never leave it fully behind.'


Please, please don't hurt my Phil, I beg you.


Balthazar. Ketheric Thorm's necromancer of choice. He must be close.


Oh, I'd forgotten - your memories are quite lost, aren't they? Orin told me she'd made a fool of you.


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


I have been waiting so long for you.


You'll probably find them in the cells below the palace. Although you won't like what you find.


Shadowheart's old hideaway, by the look of it.


You are mistaken. The hunt for the weapon is the Inquisitor's folly, not mine - but it is not your place to question orders.


Dying


Maybe not, ma'am.


Non movere!<br>v2


Those folk in the Baldur's Mouth headlines recently... Horrible.


<i>In my name.</i>


Aren't you sick of them? How they cower and cry at the slightest thing? It's <i>vile.</i>


Have we more business in this life? Can it not wait until the next?


One cannot be a true Unholy Assassin without knowing their betters.


I cannot give you the death you deserve. Not without damning the city along with you. But I will not stay at your side a moment longer.


Corpses - arranged with some intent.


Really? You should join us, then.


You're a vile blister - I shall prick thee.


'Perfect'.


The brew's been chilled!


This soul awaits thy command.


You! Help subdue him - but be gentle. He's not to blame!


*The pain in your head swells, pushing out any thoughts. The three figures fade away...*


<i>I told you I sought only one thing - freedom. You have denied me this. </i>


Not the worst plan you've had lately.


More will die if the rite is finished. So many more, sent into a world gone mad...


Whoever it was, they did me a big favour! The council is going to need to plan a state funeral.


Ugh, a screech to shred the strongest ear drum. It's calling for help!


Don't help them. Don't tell them a thing. We're dead if you do.


The time has come. Ketheric will taste of death at last.


That <i>smell </i>- something died in here.


We must find a way into the House of Hope and retrieve the Hammer. When we next enter the Astral Prism, we will use it to smash Prince Orpheus out of his prison.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


But the Lord's line cannot end. If you ever heed a single word from me, heed this: Go forth and breed widely. Sire a new legion, and set them upon self-slaughter.


Hello? Can you hear me?!


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


Do you even know the sins of the one you travel with? The one you protect?


Nautiloid! Need to get to the brain - <i>now</i>.


By the hells, is that... a lava elemental? <br>


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


SmileClosed<br>var 4


What does a hag want with Vanra? My poor child...


Normally I'd invite you into my tent for a lovely vintage, but these graceless skellies need my full attention. Enjoy my circus, darling!


*His mind is closed to you.*


Perhaps your next patron will be more forgiving than I.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


But our Lord's thirst is not so easily slaked.


Odd - someone's cut a notch in the tree there.


I can't see them, so I've been trying to feel my way about, but they may as well be written in Rashemi.


Keep moving, damn it!


...I took my chance and fled while all were distracted. I never looked back until I breathed fresh air again, and never learned what came of my hosts.


Recovered <br>V2


Fulgur!


This plane is a blister of corruption.


Get to work, Baretha! Search the dead!


A fine day for murder!


You're lying - it can't be done.


<i>Finally. </i>Goodnight, Carrion.


Shh, honey. The Mortarch is here.


Guilty. My people are wanderers - we travel across Faerûn, doing what good we can, where we can.


Wonder if Jaheira ever hangs around the Outer City. Maybe after this is over, I could buy her a drink. Does she drink? She likes wine. Wine then. This is all happening so fast!


Minimus!


Today, citizens, we rid ourselves of this cankerous sore. Today, we burn away all falsehoods. Today, we will be divided no longer, for today we rise in TRUTH!


Half this drow's body is crushed. Must have fallen from pretty high up.


Mundus vult decipi!


Vae victis!


A small hurdle.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Devil... patron... Zariel's servant...


All that, and you'd give him a hand? You're a fickle one, chief.


This thing won't have you. It won't win.


You have endured so much, Karlach, and survived it all. You need not endure this pain in silence.


Can't you just leave me be? This is my last moment of peace.


And I cannot love those who lack ambition.


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


SmileClosed<br>var 5


Closed Mouth Effort v6


No effect. For the best, I think.


That disc looks like it can move - a way forward?


You wish to speak? I am here for you.


My hamster mislikes this, but I have assured him - you have some purpose to this play-acting.


Pavel - report to the manip and send for reinforcements. We must find the Duke.


Open passage... ancient forge... special...


If there is a way - any way - to save all that's grown dear to me, I want to seize it. I just cannot fathom what that might be, other than to fail Mystra and condemn the world.


*And yet, the history he shares with your companion seems to run almost as deep as your own.*


<i>Lights out for the Emperor.</i>


Stabilio!


Effort v11


But how could I ever choose? They're both... perfect.


Gods! Wasn't I explosive enough already?!


That voice, it's - Shar? It can't be...


Out of harm's way.


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


Mundus vult decipi!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v6


I heard you may be affiliated with the arsonists who destroyed our Steel Watch protectors.


This stuff's seen better days...


This head's had quite a journey - a devil of the Fugue Plane, I believe.


It's broken, but not too badly.


Only a flesh wound! Oh, wait - Boo sees bone.


Do I know you? I like to be on a first-name basis before I give someone a thrashing, ideally.


Efferve!


Vincit qui patitur!


Pain is pain, dear one. It is above 'good' and 'evil'.


So. You're Fork's master now? Fine.


Twit, twat, twerp.


Nettie... apprentice healer... to Master Halsin...


This thing's falling apart. It <i>can't</i> be safe - can it?


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Good. I believe you.


An escort to Moonrise, huh? Can't be too far off, then.


Something's wrong here. Devilish magic of some kind.<br>


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


Besides, there are more hardships ahead. Knowing too much may cause you to despair, while a little ignorance may shield you.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


At this point, you're more interesting alive than dead. So here I am, your saviour in times of need.


Effort v11


Vivat crescat floreat!


Can you feel it? This is the Lord of Murder's domain. If we can survive this, we'll have really stuck it to him.


Well done. You're beginning to trust your convictions.


I'm... sorry...


Always.


Samwell... Staxford...


The danger has passed - for now. Open the gates.


All right, Karlach, it's go time.


Thirsty little brats, aren't they?


*Again and again, your thoughts return to memories of pain. Of suffering. Of Cazador.*


*The man shudders with Karlach's desperation. She is a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.*


Yes. Come - before it is too late.


Thank the gods, he sees sense! Look, Blade - Wyll - I know you love bashing evil - we have that in common.


Something's wrong. I feel weak. <i>Drained</i>.


((*cure the Rot. <b>end it</b>*))


You're wounded? The druid Halsin's a renowned healer, but he went with those adventurers. It seems they left him behind.


Kill them!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Recovered


All that bloodlust. A little tap, and I bet you won't know friend from foe!


<i>Chk</i>. I'll handle it.


Dissera!


Shame that monastery had to go up like that - taking my impeccable reputation for success with it.


I don't think I ever wore this one. Shame - the colour might have suited me.


Tell me, then, philosopher - if patience delays the fostering of the other virtues, can it be rightly called virtuous?


This here is Slow Spout. Didn't come by it easy - and I ain't wastin' it on a True-hole.


I sacrificed others so that I could become who I needed to be - I won't deny you the same chance.


I remember plenty - just not everything. I might not recall everything from my past, but I know my name. I can still walk and talk. I know words of devotion to Lady Shar and where to strike a leg in order to sever the main artery.


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


You're the best thing for business since the Second Sundering. Countless sorry souls came running to my door after your work in the grove.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


You think this is the first time? I've found my way back before, and I will again.


Stay low - it might not see us.


The only port in this whole bleedin' city that matters. Now why are you here? Did Gortash send you?


Attack<br>var 4


It is what you do, not what you are, that determines your oath.


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


Everyone seems to be in high spirits.


*Besides a slight tingle, your stomach doesn't react to the poison.*


Hng...


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


<i>And when you saw what I truly am - you did not reject me. You enjoyed me.</i>


Keep that in mind, all right?


Fruit? Vegetables? What can I do you for?


Hoots, please, just make the drinks. I'm not telling you about Raphael's sex life.


To the rescue.


As if a mere ward could deter a warrior of K'liir.<br>


See - I showed up, didn't I? Auntie Ethel keeps her word. Now slap on your gladrags and put on a show, petal. It's time for blood!<br>


Go ahead.


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


Very glad Shadowheart and Lae'zel settled things without letting any blood. I would've enjoyed the spectacle, but not losing either one of those lunatics.


Those boots look quite special. Something for Gale, maybe?


A passphrase, 'Sicarius', and a location... We should find this 'Candulhallow' place.


Best to stay out of its way.


What's this? For a ritual of some sort?


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


I'm sure Master will be better soon. A fellow of your fine breeding is never down for long.


I'm maiming as fast as I can!


I need that bag!


What a difference a day makes.


Oh...


Then this will be a very short conversation. I have not assembled my forces here just to spectate.


First I damn near die at the hands of goblins. Then I get sucker-punched by a bloody <i>freak</i>.


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


My magic is <i>infinite.</i>


You got coin?


You <i>are </i>here to help him, aren't you?


*Your hand, shying away from interrogating a captive enemy. The pain bites in punishment.*


Weep if you wish. Minsc will not judge.


Stupid. You won't last long here, noisy flesh-bag.


There could be scores of duergar here. Let's not pick a fight until we know how the odds are stacked.


The Tears span Toril's sky, <i>vin'iisk</i>. There is more to this realm than this grassy pebble.


Still, what harms Ketheric helps us, and to deny him the source of his invulnerability would be a very efficient way of harming him indeed.


Distract the Gauntlet will you? I think she's set on killing me.


Why would you lie? What's the matter with you?


How did you last so long without me?


Then I suppose there is nothing more to be done but find the Heart of the Absolute... and stop its beating.


I see. Then perhaps we see each other in the same light after all. A resplendent one, flush with warmth and anticipation, but one which I must shy away from, for now.


Have you on your feet in no time.<br>


I fear we must abandon your penance. These goblins have death on their minds. I am leaving - I suggest you do the same.


*The old remains sport green armour and garb. What banner did they march under?*


Cazador, dead. I was his slave for only 60 years, but it seems like an eternity.


Frustrating? What?


Combat Vocals - Weak
aghhmmhh...
v2


Moving in.


And so many needed for the casting. Unusual.


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


Path to Moonrise Towers... Absolute... Answering the call...


Time to DIE!


Wings? Who did these belong to?


Godsdammit soldier, I trusted you! And now I have to kill you <i>and </i>all these weird fish lads. Ugh!


Stabilio!


You think I'm stupid? Well, I think you're <i>dead.</i>


Balthazar, a necromancer crony of Thorm's.


It's too late - we have to leave.


I guess I'll try harder not to get caught next time. Bye!


Just a little foraging.


All mine.


I'm on my way!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Eh. Nah!


Let's put on a show.<br>


An Idol of Shar? Shadowheart might want to see this.


That was on purpose!


Please. I know better than to promise coin to a stranger.


Slaughter deeply, aspirant, then bathe in the font of blood. The Murder Lord awaits your offering.


Yes, I've been told I'm quite scintillating.


I'm glad that's still the case.


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


*Can this be true? Is the githyanki prince really a threat to his own people or simply a challenge to Vlaakith's rule?*


Gone... and gods, what's that <i>smell? </i>Sulphur? Bizarre.


When the tentacles sprout from your lips, will you still cry that I was <i>rough?</i>


All mine.<br>


That chair's yours for the taking. Better than leaving it absent for these clowns to fight over.


I'm glad to hear you say that. It <i>is </i>shocking. Imagine asking someone to - to <i>end </i>themselves like that.


*Mizora's dissolved your warlock skills, just as she promised. But Ansur has blessed you as the Heart of the Gate.*


I suppose we'll start in the Outer City, get a little business going...


Of course - the front of house, Bosun Gannet was there, and the owner of the Blushing Mermaid, Captain Grisly.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


If there are people like you around, perhaps everything will be all right.


I am Myrkul, Lord of Bones, and you have slain my Chosen.


Quick to hand someone over, aren't you?


The bark's in place. Now to add a greatsword, sickle, or dagger.


Ambition is good. You are resourceful and will gather many allies to aid your strength. Use them how you will.


Fine. But understand that I'll cut you loose the moment I have to.


Gored to death, by the look of it.


The disc is moving - Shar's trials must continue wherever it leads.


*Sigh.* I miss my forge.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


It's just an opinion. It's my job to have them - I meant no offence.


The bark is in place. Now, for a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.


Bene curatur!


Falling


Dying Freezing to Death


Must be in one of these chests.


If we're meant to die, then let's do it together. Doing something worth dying for - hunting devils.


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


<i>Agh! </i>Still stings... don't know what else I expected.


It must be done, I suppose.


Listen to - to me. The doll. The DOLL.


But why is Kled happy? Is the hag... is the hag dead?


Believe what you will, but do it in silence. We have wounded to tend to - and a return home to plan.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Plenty left to see.


I'm sure you and Wyll will grow old together and have many snotty children you can ship off to board in Waterdeep.


Treme!


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


Oh, more than him got the knife. They say the Absolute's cronies have been busy chopping people up like it's going out of style.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Funny how these things go.


Wonderful! I'd hate to be destroyed by any common old magic.


Shite. Can't fulfil the contract without a crew...


Yuck.


Your suffering will be spectacular.


Steady on.


Hands off, thief!


This must have been quite a place, in its heyday. Could you ever picture yourself living here, Astarion? You know, assuming the riff-raff were cleared out?


Shit, this doesn't seem good.


I will. I'll be the ruler of Ramazith's Tower they deserve - not some vicious recluse who hides from the world.


In a moment.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


What have we here?


*Your willpower is not enough. The creature's mind slaps away your efforts to resist it.*


Bhaal's got a bloody history with this city. How exactly does this news make me lucky?


You're just jealous. I saw the way you looked at that foot.


Is your tongue half-baked too? Louder!


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


Fine.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


Can't even catch my breath.


Don't be foolish. Provoke these githyanki, and they will crush your skulls into powder.


MORE GOLD!


This view's almost worth the walk.


It's already finished.


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


With what I have planned, they will do more than suffer.


Nothing can touch us, not behind these walls.


The City Watch will join you!


They say wealth offers a form of magic. Alas, it's one I've rarely dabbled in.


Arabella will depart, once thou dost leave these accursed lands. She will find her way safely; thus it is fated.


Why, perish the thought. Every word was nothing less than true.


CoughIll<br>var 3


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


It's called th-the Nightsong. We tried to s-sneak past the goblins...


That's the question, isn't it?


Looks untouched. Quite something, to have escaped notice all this time.


Thank you, my friend. Maybe we'll meet again, in another life.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


I'm sure this toy'll be finished soon if they bear with it.<br>


Hmph. Terrible aftertaste. Maybe if it was stuck in a bit of brine...


Fool. No point in showing the beast kindness - it'll still bite you in the end.


*Your honesty isn't enough. At least the loot won't weigh you down as you walk to the cells.*


I admire your ability to graciously suffer the frustration of your desires.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Perure!


No you <i>didn't</i>... did you? Go on, tell me what you did.


Hmm. You look rather more refined than the usual thugs walking these halls. I don't suppose you have any interest in fine art?


Seven thousand souls. Astarion inherits his master's debts as well as his very fine palace. And when all of this is done, I plan on being a <i>very </i>nosey neighbour.


There's a special feeling to having love all to yourself, don't you think? For no one to know.


*The beast sternly ignores you.*


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


I will return to camp shortly. I just need a moment to... to...


Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better.<br>


I REQUIRE GOLD.


I wonder what that did...


You're still sittin' there? You're not even doin' anythin'.


Voco spicae!
v3


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


Corliss... Undertump...


If you need something sharp, I have a few things left.


Mother of Lusts - gone again!


Nothing important is ever easy.


We cannot hope to dismantle every Watcher, so we should avoid their attention until we can strike their nerve centre.


Dirty work's the only kind I like. But there are a lot of them and just the one of me. I'll take point, and you flank 'em.


O-of course. I'd never!


Ex nihilo!


It had better not. I don't know if this was the parasite's fault or yours, darling, but I'll keep an extra close eye on you both.


That was horrendous. I would rather yank Tiamat's tail than travel beneath the water again.


*Though shrouded in shadows, the child's resemblance to Thaniel is unmistakable. This must be his dark half - warped by the curse.*


It's up to you. You're the only one capable of it. <i>Crush </i>them.


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


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


Lava's popping. Lethal stuff.


<i>You?</i> Like crank you did. Lads - attack!


Everything fancy he touches meets a grisly end.


They look angry...


Now an assault is brewing against Moonrise - our time may be running short. We need to awaken the fist before it's too late.


*All the charm in the realms won't do you any favours. A tadpole in your brain, however...*


I know we have other things on our mind, but please - do not neglect my request. It is most, <i>most</i> urgent.


Typical arrogance. Remember, tall one, pride comes before the fall. A very long fall.


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


Gods, this place!


No, no, no - it's gone. My coin is gone!


*Nothing you carry can incriminate you. The matter is settled.*


*Quiet, at last. The din of battle has ceased. The voice of the Netherbrain has been silenced.*


They were arrogant enough to try and withstand Lady Shar's power. This was always going to be the end result.


My star-crossed friend. How long has it been?


Don't do it, friend!


You have no honour. And no sense. Even if I wanted to, I could not become a mind flayer. <i>You</i> are the one with the parasite in your head.


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


All these disguises... we were taught that Lady Shar's warriors had to be able to hide in plain sight, wherever we went...


The bark is in place. Now what?


A ritual... jars... hidden in flesh...


Torm spare me, that thing looks fearsome.


Duly noted.


Further mention of the adamantine forge. Someone was dead set on finding it.


<i>It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!</i>


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


Now, Flaerith - I'm just saying white wine is <i>better</i>.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


If yer plannin' to talk ta the drow, watch yerself - she's in a right mood.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


I'm adept at dealing with old wounds, trust me. But if you don't want to... well, I won't force you.