<i>Tir'su</i> markings. Could this be...?


And there isn't a tentacle to be seen! Not a bad deal, I'd say.


An eyepatch...?


I'll be executed in five dawns.


I can <i>feel </i>the intestines delicately parting for my prying fingers, the supple kidneys greeting my inquisitive claws... I think this is my work from months past.


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


<i>They were close to breaking my hold on their prince - and if they had succeeded, we would be lost.</i>


Lower. Bend at your knees, not your waist.


Victory v2


A spell - but not one I'm familiar with.


A stronghold built in Lady Shar's honour. Quite a sight.


*Its thoughts slide into yours, turning through them like fingers, sifting for answers... which it finds.*


This chair... I feel stronger just from sitting in it.


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


She always says the stuff I like is junk. I'm gonna make a killing on this! You'll see.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


<i>My church must be cleansed. You shall be my instrument in ridding it of the impure, then you shall take up the mantle as its new leader.</i>


Dying Burning<br>v6


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Watch it!


You! You poisoned us!


Face my tests. Prove your worth.


I can see that. But look, if we take care of my little problem, we can move on to <i>ours</i>. The tadpole.


You could also go <i>under</i>. There is a tunnel somewhere in this very temple of Selûne. It leads to Moonrise Towers through the Underdark.


I will be hunted by her Inquisition to the ends of the world.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


Hello, world.


You are a worthy ally.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


Finest leather in the city - ask anyone!


You do not get to decide the fates of others. You have earned no such right.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Could the missing letters be over there?


You know I can still see you, right?


Obedi me!<br>v2


*Mystra forbids the use of such magic. She would insist the sigils be destroyed, the circle's evil dissipated. But she is not here, and you are.*


Sounds pretty drastic. What about the Emperor? It might have another trick up its sleeve...?


Join me. THRALL.


They must craft a series of kills, reaping divine tragedy and greater terror besides. At the last, an innocent must be gutted while the Tribunal judges the initiate's knife-hand.


This wall is damaged - perhaps it can be breached.


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


Dying Burning<br>v3


Looks like the ritual worked. The whole grove is walled in.


<i>An accurate summary. I have found myself distracted of late. </i>


But it will not matter, soon enough. Let us just enjoy the view, in silence. We will leave the world a better place than it is tonight.


Is that Rolan? I thought he had better sense than this.


May the Triad guide you.


*The <i>ghaik</i> larva is curled up in your skull, no doubt pleased with itself.*


Another eye - same as in the goblin camp. Someone's watching from afar.


Gods, it smells awful in here.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


Nothing. Just an inkling.


Karlach returned to Avernus, to do battle in the Hells. Gale works night and day to try to find a cure for her heart. He hath not found it yet, but he hath not lost his hope.


How delightful. The scouts reported your victory against the Harpers, but Disciple Z'rell was looking forward to hearing about it from you in person.


My dear friend, I think you'll find I play my part in many a plot indeed.


A young cave bear - killed and stuffed before its teeth were fully grown.


You will be well.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Gale should watch what he eats. He's positively oozing dark magic.


I don't leave friends in witch's claws.


For casting aside your oath, you will be reclaimed.


Ludus non factum est!


Oh, lie to the others, but not to me, petal. You <i>loved </i>it - you murderous little shitbag.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.<br>


On your command.


Looks like a Magic Mouth spell. That voice probably belongs to someone long gone.


Be my guest. Even if you're not scheduled for an appointment, this is a civilised place.


A group of us were sent to retrieve the artefact. Now I'm the only one left. I can't afford to fail.


This soul awaits thy command.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Speak for yourself. I feel awful.


We're not going anywhere.


Foul winged charlatan! Your tricks will cost you!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


I thought they had you for keeps. Glad you got out.


There's a wizard in Baldur's Gate that'll pay gobloads for a relic supposedly buried round these parts.


And painless!


Come brother, it's time to go home.


You saved Thaniel, lifted the curse, and killed an immortal.


At what cost? Are our lives truly worth so many others?


<i>Here. It is yours.</i>


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


Don't bloody stand there gaping!


Bold actions for someone in fireball distance.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


Move.<i> Now.</i>


I want to have a word.


Let's hope we find him in one piece.


A pleasure doing business with you.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


How much are these pieces worth?


About not living in the Upper City after we get in.


I understand.


But what does it mean?


Ugh - brains.


But the druids would slaughter us - we'd have to get close to Kagha. Within striking distance.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I await with a heart full and happy - eager to begin.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


*Your prayers fade away into the nothingness of the mirror, unacknowledged.*


Dying Burning<br>v4


<i>Aylin.</i>


Attack


What are you staring at?


You think Lord Ketheric is the worst foe you could face?


I suppose there will not be the need for the Tribunal, now a true prophet of Bhaal has arisen again. You will name your new Unholy Assassins directly.


*This majestic morion helm shields the Watcher's gyronetic and targeting modules.*


What is <i>that</i>?


Sine metu!<br>v3


<b>CLAIM</b>


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.


*She speaks pure heresy, or so you would have once thought. But you can deny it no longer - a new presence empowers you. You felt it ever since the Shadowfell. <i>Selûne</i>.*


Then she is Bhaal's.


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


Soon.


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


You'll sit at her table. You'll drink from her barrels.


I shall see to it.


Rest well, Arka. I'm sure Kanon's waiting for you.


For you.


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


I don't know. That's the point - they're <i>secret</i>.


Effort v11


Hmph.


Need any advantage I can get.


We get along quite well, I think.


Speak up, chief. You can't just let the clan keep them.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Ketheric is vulnerable - all we need to do is strike.


Find your own! He's <i>ours</i>!


What's next?


We will address the matter of a cure for this infection once we reach the Material Plane.


BLEARRRGH!


*You feel the gaze of Helm the Vigilant, who welcomes the faithful to his altar.*


I don't think I want you to think of me in terms of sex.


What's that ticking?<br>


Let's have a little fun!


Maior, fortior!


Vocals - Movement
Hum, meancing snicker, sniffing
v3


Let's get this over with.


Looks like that idol is enchanted. Might be worth getting a hold of for Gale.


I've got my eyes on 'the Emperor.' And Karlach doesn't blink.


Bah! It looks like a dwarf, but it speaks like a beast.


Mountain pass...


Glad to know I've still got it. Let's see if we're both right.


Mizora is no more... but we sacrificed Wyll along with her. The Hells have him now.


I - well, then. Erm, you've got a party to get back to. After all, tonight is about <i>you</i>.


Sorry, sweetheart, but consider our little love affair <i>over</i>. I don't want to be with anyone who has kidnapping fantasies about their partner.


Bootprints on the tabletop. You haven't been poking around the top shelves again - <i>have</i> you, Jhessem?


It can't be. We're in the Hells...


Then have me - but have the best possible version of me.


... from... Triel...


Listen and submit to the Mistress of Disease!


Go on. Give me your best shot.


Oh good - old trusty will do just fine.


A githyanki. Head removed. They tortured her for information, then made sure the corpse couldn't help anyone else...


I'll stay back here, see if I can find some more gnomes. A few more and I reckon I could become a True Soul.


<i>First, you will feel discomfort. Then - flourishing. </i>


Come on, you useless turnip!


This is quite clearly a restricted area, citizen. You can mull over your mistake in a cell - come with me.


Gone? What do you mean <i>gone</i>?


First in my heart.


And now you're back to stand with this lot. A right soft heart you've got, don't you?


She did. And I feel her patience is running thin. I hope you have good news for her. First, you need to continue onwards into the Lower City.


Hah! You drew the short end of the stick, didn't ya? I'd say it's clear who the Absolute favours.


Hauling on it won't do any good - there must be another way.


You'll soon have far greater things to be glad of - I promise you that.


Dammit. One step forward, a bunch back.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Hey!


<i>Gh'ath!</i> The dragons will burn them to ash!


*It wants for you to leave it and its fellow rats in peace.*


Oh, don't look at me. That is all yours.


You see that eye wotsit floatin' about? Best hope it don't take a fancy to you...


Propera!


The sweetest loves dance lightly on the tongue. But now we must dig deeper. Into the most painful reaches of the spirit.


I'm not asking you to bargain. I'm asking you to save your soul.


Yes... Yes, this might work! Now we just need to get on his good side.


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


We know infected flock to Moonrise Towers. I reported the gathering masses back to Tu'narath.


I shall go.


Last Light's defenders - slaughtered, every last one.


<i>Some of these words are real pretty. But if the lads find out how much I enjoy it, they'll stick ME on the spit.</i>


Aww... and I was having fun...


Boo, he is squeaking your praises.


You'll find the druids at the heart of the grove. Please - make them see sense.


I think I need to go to camp for a while. Be alone. Scream at the sky. You can come and find me later, if you want to.


Hells - and you survived? A drider's no joke. Especially in these lands.


Gods, why did I even bother?


Monstrous warriors... keen swords... black spots...


This place isn't much, but it's home now I'm here with you.


And how terrible, to know your time to enjoy it is so short.


Look at you, precious thing. You always stare so eagerly.


Something... unnatural is causing this lake to simmer and boil.<br>


I... I suppose it is, yes. But perhaps do not refer to her as such - she is a vengeful, capricious goddess. Who knows what may cause her ire.


Quickly now.


Let's see if they want to have their blood spilled.


Lady Shar's initiates... we weren't supposed to have relationships. Or flings. Not even stray trysts. And yet... we found a way.


I showed you my heart; now use your head, young warrior. How will you fly this place without my helping hand?


You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.


You got it, <i>jargh. </i>In the Absolute's name!


The half-life of a mind-addled slave is worse than death - don't become his. I wouldn't live another century as one for all the moonstones in Evereska.


Now answer - what is your true purpose?


I'm sure a summons from Mystra will appear soon enough, but until then, I propose we celebrate our victory as mortals do best - with a drink in our hands, and reckless abandon in our hearts.


Boo and I will be your berserker lodge, taking the ugly ways of your Guild and beating them into a more virtuous shape!


Ab uno disce omnes!


You served her. That's enough to damn you.


Courtesy is quite wasted on this fellow, I see.


The brew's been chilled!


You got it!


You should talk to her... get the killin' started quicker.


Interesting. These horns look almost real.<br>


Was this your purpose all along, then? To aid me in saving my friend, only to trade him like cattle at the first convenience?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


As I feared - there is no place in your company for us. We want no part of this, or of you.


Very well. Whatever happens, I shall stand by you.


Enough stalling. Finish her, and be quick about it.


Yet another scrying eye. Someone's keeping a close watch on the place.


Effort v9


Provoke <i>me</i>, and I won't hesitate to join them.


On your word!


Weak


Your name?


At last! Time to put this forge to work.


AMAZING.


He acts like he wished we weren't here - like he wished he hadn't saved us.


Come, sisters. Soothe me.


I'm scared. Why won't they get up? Why...


Is someone... singing?


I won't forget what you did for me. For <i>her</i>. Thank you.


I've seen a real ghost snap someone in half!


Sol Invictus!


((*then the Circle is safe, if you speak true. <b>Peace-Bringer</b>, our alliance comes to an end*))


Thanks, Dammon. Really. You've given me more than I could ever repay.


Kill Orin and take her Netherstone. Find me in my office upstairs when it's done.


Tired, love?


Useless.


Wonder if our paths ever crossed in the before-times. Were you always so sneaky?


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


Those charms all sound a bit out of my price range.


He healed right in front of me, and chased us into the shadows. We took shelter here, and were considering a full retreat - until you came along.


And then - then I will skewer the heretic with his own silver sword.


Do I truly need to explain? You made me who I am. Now I'd like to show you the fruits of your labour.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


No matter - I'll find someone else. Most folks around here'll do almost anything, you pay them enough.


Remind me to stay on your good side.


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


It is you who should be praised, sister - you are Silvanus' instrument. And please, just Halsin. I will not demand honorifics of my saviour.


Make sure it's actually him, by the way. You can never tell with those projections of his.


Their eyes are made for the dark - fire and light is our friend.


Still the Blade of Frontiers, are you? Never let it be said you aren't consistent.


<i>There. It is done.</i>


Dum vita est, spes est!


<i>I stayed for a while, to watch my city grow, but it was not enough. I grew restless again. The sea called to me, and I ran to her with open arms. </i>


Door won't budge. Must be a way to open it...


I'll take the pain away.


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


If you insist. But make it quick - we have <i>far </i>bigger concerns.


First druids, now goblins. Lady Doom really has it out for us, doesn't she?


Hm. Don't like the look of these levers.


Who'd want to hold a power like the Crown of Karsus in their hands, just to hand it to someone else?


---KINGMAKER--        ---returns-
             -pawn----


If I have no use for you alive, I'll have your death, slow and sweet. Understand?


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


No, I will not accept this.


No. Not allowed.


I shall return when you next have need of me.


Caedo!


Well that's one way to end things.


Stay. I can stay.


*You see dark tunnels lit by noxious pools of brine. The darkness spreads through the earth.*


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Just Marcus. At least that's what our new friend tells me.


Nothing caught your eye? I shan't tell my wife - she'd be <i>most </i>upset.


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


Efferve!


Urgh.


Patience. Thy colleague still peruses my ledger.


Please, I'd... I'd like a moment alone.


The guards are out for blood - and their eyes are on us.


*Your feigned ignorance falls on disinterested ears. A thief is a thief, and belongs in prison.*


I won't give in.


Hmm.


My need is greater.


Ah, I'm glad you've a moment for me.


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


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


I'm <i>done </i>with this hellhole.


*The air is still. Your mind, however, is another matter.*


Don't get yourself killed.<br>


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


Gira?


SmileOpen<br>var 2


The Adamantine Forge - we heard of it from the duergar.<br>


All my time roaming the frontiers, and I'd seen neither hair nor hide of a githyanki.


Unusually robust uniforms - warriors fallen in battle, perhaps.


That's the first thing I did - mum always said to look for a temple if I needed help.


Fine. But don't delay.


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


And there you have it.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Looks like Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


I already told you. It's a surprise. Don't you like surprises?


<i>That was most of them - time to press on. </i>


((*who is it. what do they want. are we safe*))


You alive?


Closed Mouth Effort v7


*Elminster has served Mystra loyally for centuries. If he has any doubts, he's keeping them close to his chest.*


A light but no wick. Gotta be a trick here.


Just like yourself - isn't that right?


What have you done? You're no better than the <i>sa'varsh</i>.


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


Hope will not help us here, my friend.


NO, BOO, YOU WILL NOT TELL HER! MINSC SAID NOTHING!


But aye, maybe you could... say a prayer, or something? Just... put in a good word, like.


<i>We crossed the Calim together and sailed Yal Tengri. We built a city by the sea.</i>


Extra Recovered <br>V2


But... his boasting is unbecoming. 'Claim godhood', he says? Will this make him any less a man with a half-mended heart?


This would be perfect if I had sussur bark. But I don't. So it isn't.


You, however, are the clincher. Once we move, keep the patrols busy. If the bastards spot us, all of bloody Moonrise will come down on us.


*The device does not react to your touch or presence.*


By Silvanus' mossy beard...


You don't know that!


That  shapeshifters' key unlocked the door! Interesting.<br>


Argh! I feel... lighter, somehow. Like something's been taken.


Let's see if they want to have their blood spilled.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!


The brew's been chilled!


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


Keep it, kid. You need it more than me.


Waterdeep - a city of liars! There was not nearly so much splashing as Minsc was promised.


The doll is just the beginning - we need to go.


Victory v3


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


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


Well, she did try all of the wines. But only a taster of each - not enough to get squiffy.


Lady Winstra, we'll be discussing business - hardly your realm of expertise.


I said - we shall bow no more! For the glory of Gond!


*Your parasite stirs, and you gaze at the nymph through the Flaming Fist's hungry eyes. Your muscles shiver with her longing, your skin burns with her heat.*


There have been whispers about you, sister. About your faith, your loyalty...


And <i>you </i>ain't a good player.


Arde!


*The returned city casts your people out, the devils who dragged them down to hell. In the end, it is not your paladin oath that is broken: it is your faith itself.*


<i>I am ready to do what must be done. Let's do this.</i>


A gentle name. But I speak of her <i>nature</i>.


Are you <i>drunk</i>?


No time to waste.<br>


Mother Gith battled for liberty - but it was only here, with you, that I learned what it meant to be free.


It shouldn't be. We should be one, long dead. Instead we are many - scurrying, hiding, surviving.


<i>In a way. But not the way you're thinking of. </i>


I swear, I don't see a single Baldurian here anymore...


Invoco te!


The power of nature flows through me.


*There is great divine energy indeed, but the source is unclear.*


What are you... no, no! You have to fight it!


It seems you have made amends with Mystra, Gale. Congratulations. I see this as a good omen for what awaits us.


Statues? Strange...


There's something underneath the city... <i>inside</i> the rock!


Find the Astral Prism, Therezzyn - my patience falters.


Dying Burning<br>v3


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


These ones aren't glowing like the others. I wonder why.


*How many loved ones died?*


There is no redemption. Can't you see? It is too late.


These True Souls think they're talking to a god. But it's just the tadpole, right?


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Don't give me trouble now.


Where are the others? I'm calling for backup!


Initiative v3


*The writing means nothing to you. You can't even recognise the script.*


We're startin' a new game! Move your hides! <br>


You give <i>me</i> the Crown once you have destroyed the elder brain.


Hey!


Someone's gone an' broke the alarm!


Yes, I'm getting a distinct whiff of crypt. Undisturbed too, until now.


You look like you want to say the magic words. Like they're right on the tip of your lips...


What a wretched place. I should leave.


You have spoiled my masterpiece. No matter, there are other sacrifices aplenty.


The implications of my theory are significant. Even profound!


The Gazette can't be wrong <i>all</i> the time.


You can do this, Gale. And I'll be right here when you're done.


I think you feel the same way - why else would you have been so concerned about whether I had a lover before?


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


For me?


That's it, lads! Get comfortable - we just won ourselves a new hidey-hole.


Non fit injura!


A century ago, there was a child of the god of murder - Sarevok Anchev.


No... no, please! They'll kill me!


May your father's courage be with you. And may we drive the Absolute forever from the Coast.


Boo would be proud, to join such a warrior in battle!


Most would quail to find themselves in a place so grim and unforgiving, but your journey has no bright paths. Only dead ends, and ruinous roads.


*Your thoughts don't sit well with you. Could Vlaakith really have lied about the death of Orpheus, Gith's only son?*


Look at that - finest pie that fruit could have made. Now it's <i>mush.</i>


I once held a copy, but it was stolen. Find it, let it set the path before you.


Don't waste a step.


A githyanki. Head removed. They tortured her for information, then made sure the corpse couldn't help anyone else...


By Balduran's bones...


Perhaps there will be something I can salvage from your carcass once I'm finished; I hate to see flesh squandered - even a traitor's flesh.


Voco murus!


This wine - it is tainted to deaden not just the mind, but the muscles too. Evil - pure evil!


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


The other tieflings have finally left. Perhaps you will join them?


Oi - anythin' to report?


Must you? This inane chatter pains me.


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


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


What's them funny scales? Is you... is you a <i>dragon</i>?


<i>Never, maaaster.</i>


Feculent beast!


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


I am ready.


Father? Ain't no bones in there, just gold.


Corpora sana!


GruntAngry<br>var 1


He used to preside over this village - a good man, a respected man - who turned to darkness quite suddenly, I've been told.


You're a fellow bargain hunter, I see. The hidden gems here are far better value than the 'rare' books Tolna keeps locked behind the desk.


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


Well now - gonna have to take that lying tongue from ya!


Navigate the darkness to feel my embrace.


She's being introduced to the Absolute as we speak. Soon it will be as though we were never apart. You have our thanks for your part in our reunion.


Her design does not end at the grave, blessed one. You will serve, whether you ascend or fall.


<i>My years in the Hells, my escape, every step I've taken from the shattered nautiloid to this place among infinite stars - all of it has brought me to my destiny.</i>


You are heir to a divine inheritance that few would be able to command... but I believe you could.


No, no it's too risky. I can't - I <i>can't.</i>


If things were different, if we were home, I'd have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better. But time is short.


<i>Scarabsapscarabsapscarabsapscarabsap - HAH! DID IT!</i>


So, if you don't want to discuss the truth, what do you want from me?


No more drink... I should hit the road. But I'm so tired.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Oh yeah? I'll gut you good!


Not only this battle, but all that come after.


NOTE TO ACTOR/DIRECTOR: Blow a raspberry at the player.


Extra Recovered <br>V4


Anything of use?


Citius!


*No key, no handle. Better to forget. Better to live.*


You've had a change of heart, have you? I'd question it, but there's no time.


Gone already. Better consult with the amulet.


Jaheira would do anything to see her family safe. They're lucky to have her - and she's lucky to have them.


We should return to Moonrise and search his chambers thoroughly - if we can learn anything of the relic there, it may arm us for what is to come.


Uh-oh. What is it they say about curiosity and cats?


I... I mean... I mean yes, I suppose I can.


This is your family. And now you have turned your back on it.


There's still life left in this old thing.


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


A usurper falls, another rot cleansed.


Black Hand be thanked. I didn't think anyone would find us.


Security's tightened since Gortash's death. You stay in your designated district.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


If not a bard, then an adventurer? No, I don't have the stomach for it.


Granted this isn't the world's best spot for grassing, but I've taken my opportunities where I could.


*Your pores flood with heat and frigid water. Your parched tongue searches for the right response.*


I suggest we take a moment to rest, recuperate, and drink the nectars of victory.


What's this... feeling of <i>power</i>?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Tempting tempting tempting. But not yet. Not yet.


Oh, fancy.


Caeco te!<br>v3


I reckon you know this thing is worth a proper pile of loot. So you better pay up.


I am hoping the hag of these lands can help me. If I could afford her price.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


We need to get out of here - before it's our turn.


Dead. Powerful magic at work, surely.


You always were sharper than Her Ladyship gave you credit for.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Something here is disturbing the Weave. Magic might be unreliable.


You were always weak, brother. We don't follow weak.


--overcome---
    -override--
---OVERRULE-


Now with added bite.


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


Maledicte es!<br>v3


He asks for death, Lae'zel. I think he has earned a noble and a <i>quiet</i> one, yes?


Magic. Them wot the Absolute chooses are brimmin' with it.


You have earned your place as a Dark Justiciar of Shar.


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


Approach, aspirant, and be judged.


Gruesome, isn't it? I'm glad you survived the encounter, at least.


Inquisite me. What do you wish to know of?


<i>Tsk'va.</i> Thorm can't die while Nightsong's still caged!


Nice mask - what's the story here?


Demento te!<br>v3


I don't need any attention right now.


We need to be quick. This way.


Te exsecror!


Enough - I do believe the dog himself would be embarrassed for me. Let's go get him back.


Goblins might not even come. Right?


Pipe down!


Signum arcanum!


Didn't work. Need to try a different sequence.


I was on death's door. But now I feel... I feel <i>great. </i>


Over the line, go on!


Frange!


The Netherstones may yet work - this time.


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


The goblins will be out for blood after what happened at the grove.


I accidentally summoned an imp like you once.


So be what indeed, my friend. So be what indeed.


I just need to add the final touches, capture that unique twinkle in your eye. So, are you ready?


I don't know how.


Halsin... no...


Snore
zzZzz


I don't know the alloy. Perhaps it came from the surface.


Can't wait to watch her cleave Ketheric's head in two.


But it is not my mission to collect your head. The <i>ghaik </i>parasites come first.


Must be some other way to open this.


Wait, I know this head. It belongs to Dribbles the clown!


It isn't for me to <i>forgive </i>one who so flouts the Absolute's will.


Fiat lux!


Still another githyanki disc - about the prince Orpheus, maybe. Lae'zel could make sense of it.


I have no idea.


My queen...


Can't imagine worse than this. <i>Argh</i>.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I'd have to be a lot smaller to squeeze in there.


Set yourself to rights - should our paths cross again, my hamster will not show such restraint!


At least we can face our enemy armed with the knowledge of its true nature. And of the stakes, should we fail to defeat it.


I've got your back!


DOWNSTAIRS. THROUGH THE DOOR. By the gods, they'll let anyone in these days...


He could've been a useful ally instead of a dead enemy, had we done things differently.


Let's see what my touch can do.


Thank you, stranger. Father Lorgan's passing has saddened us all.


Siccut cattus!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Eurgh... I think I'm fermenting from the inside out.


Ugh. Has the Archduke mandated a shrine to his false smile in every household?


T-to the east. P-past the ruins and the bridge. The gate's covered with ivy.


Now you've just sampled some of Baldur's Gate's finest incense - delicious, no?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Dissolve!


Vigilant One, your humble cleric seeks the power to defend these innocents against the hag.


--absolute-
  ---will---
-absolute--
      ---FREEDOM-


Huh. Deep pockets.<br>


It's all right, I promise. But I hope when the sun sets and the stars rise, your dreams always lead to me.


Shit - look up there, would ya?


Harpers! For the fallen!


I don't know why I expected anything else.


Now descend - you have much to answer for.


Oh, I've heard. But isn't that part of the fun? Bringing chaos to a whole new realm?


Our help comes at a price. One that cannot be discussed here. We will talk further, but first, an introduction.


This isn't a rebellion, it's a revolt. I'M REVOLTING.


There is a creature that lurks in silence and shadow - a creature who, like me, is very much of the infernal persuasion.


Ketheric's vulnerable now. All we have to do is strike.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


Always.


It seems like you've no room for me just now - and I take up no small amount of space.


Fall by my hand!


A pair of wings.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


As you should, you have earned the right.


Is there something you want to talk about, my dear?


Tell Rion about mother. Quickly!


Do not fail me. For you would not survive the flood to follow.


There, I feel her again. Why does she fear truth more than I fear death?


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Odd things. Wonder what plane they're from.


These are ugly times indeed, but we must press on.


I shall deal with this.


Weak


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


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


Well, that was bracing.


If we <i>don't </i>make it, you got some <i>pain </i>waiting for you!


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


That's the spirit! Chin up and all that.


They chased us all the way from the ruins we were poking around in.


Be right there.


It's not a problem most of us have.


Go to rest. My words are not for you.


Where...? That creature - like great Hornclaw, but <i>naked</i>. Who plucked you, great beast?!


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Ansur is sleeping under Wyrm's Rock Prison. But what's this of a true hero's spark?


So he <i>was</i> back. I was right!


You will be. Once order is restored.


You dare to threaten me with the same magic that held me in torment for a hundred years.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Move on? I gave her everything. And she has the gall to send you to break me?


She's gone... I don't understand.


Right. Will get it sorted.


That doesn't sound promising...


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


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Be right there.<br>


This is hopeless!


I wouldn't be here without you. It's time I repaid the favour.


Where'd that child go? Or... whatever it is.


Closer... I need to get closer!


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


She most certainly will.


Ah! My dear friend, what a brilliant child you've been to your Father. It must feel good to be the favourite. Orin must still be screaming in the Hells.


Though from what I hear, you've little to fear from the Absolute.


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


Stuck? That's not good.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Nah. Rockfall smashed 'em. Can't have them stinking up the place.


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


Murderers wandering our streets!


How could you just let him take her?!


*A soul coin, true to its name, holds a mortal soul inside. It serves in the Nine Hells as very valuable currency.*


This view's almost worth the walk.


SmileClosed<br>var 3


Extinguish the Tears? Your dedication to your goddess blinds you to their import.


That odour's left me feeling decidedly wobbly.


Give it back, kid.


Fear not, friend. The days of us <i>proper</i> Baldurians walking these streets in fear are over.


Let's get looking. Something that valuable won't be easy to reach.<br>


I won't let a friend down.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


I should gather my strength. I've waited so long for this, a little longer won't do any harm...


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


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


*The console hums to life.*


Sine metu!<br>v3


Effort v9


Let's see what you're hiding.


It's Karlach I want. I'll be waiting.


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


I was hoping to speak to you, as a matter of fact. About the night you were kind enough to keep this melancholy wizard company...


Gortash, as in Enver Gortash? Last I knew, he was a minor player in city affairs.


Our very souls do echo.


Recovered <br>V2


Ugh - the elder brain works its will through the worm. What other tricks has it learned?<br>


I must say, you're being rather selfish, making this all about you.


Lae'zel was wise to slay the githyanki rebel. We have already angered enough gods, we need not anger Vlaakith as well.


Come on. Up!


In crowning thyself, thou wrought thine own destruction. The orb at last exploded, and with it, took thy life. An attempt to join the pantheon even briefer than Karsus' own.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Whatever's in here, it might give me an edge over my old master Cazador. Or free me from him entirely.


Oh. My apologies - now I hear you speak, I <i>of course</i> realise you're a local.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


<i>You?</i> Like crank you did. Lads - attack!


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


It would have made little difference if you had.


A matter of perspective, I'm sure you'll agree.


Neverwinter, Jewel of the North. I wonder if the cult of the Absolute has influence there as well.


You know where you went wrong, Gale. We needn't dwell on that here and now. But even so, you're to be given a chance of redemption.


If the illithid speaks true and we slay the traitor, we will be lost to the void that is the Netherbrain.


Te absolvo!


Well done. The world's better off without it.


Bone Man, you're making me leave?


I know these symbols. Selûnite moons and stars, just like the dwarf's poem. And they can be rotated! I'm on to something here.


But it <i>wanes</i> compared to the first. I have spent much time contemplating this.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Aaand... nobody gives a shite. Should've left me there, mate - it would've been a kinder death than the others got.


Yes, Orin has taken the wizard. But he is our comrade - and so we are going to save him.<br>


The Guild is many things, but it's not an army. If the Absolute keeps pushing in on our territory, then I need a little weight to push back.


You'll have to live with that curiosity for now, I'm afraid. Let's just concentrate on ridding ourselves of these tadpoles.


I don't know how to thank you. I thought I was done for.


Hells. Poor thing didn't deserve to die like this.<br>


The wizard was a useful find. Let's hope he's as powerful as he is verbose.


I can feel my strength growing. Every day that passes, I gain new abilities.


I'm sorry, but... we've enough mouths to feed.


*You return the loot before they can question you further.*


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


You think you know the life I've led? The experiences I've had?


An earthquake, maybe. I don't remember one ever shaking the city.


Good thing it went up - now to get out of here.


Other than the joy of saving lives? I know powerful people in Baldur's Gate - and I remember my friends.


There's nothing for you and I to discuss.


Nowhere I can find on a map. I know Baldur's Gate is a few days downriver, but -


Para bellum!


A council of intellectuals, respected throughout Faerûn - leading authorities on heraldry of course, but also history, genealogy, and diplomacy.


Hear that? Chanting at the back of the temple - and blood stains all over.


Cutting to the chase.


And it's such a pity, because you were beautiful. You would have looked magnificent ruling by my side.


*A thief's been picking pockets near here. This would be a good moment to explain yourself.*


Find what makes him vulnerable. It remains the only way.


*In spite of your reservations, they're telling the truth.*


Hey, you!


*They must have raided this place, long ago.*


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


Yes. Halsin is correct.


Yet... it is better to cut off the head of the snake than to let its slithering snakelings swarm us unabated. This wizard... this wizard must be held to account.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


She seeks a safe haven. What sort of earsgang would refuse it?


Exactly.


Keep it up, damn you!


No no - it's not what it looks like, I swear!


A spell, clearly. I can't say I'm familiar with it.


It is not over!


Use your illithid potential!


The others... they're all dead, or scattered. Jaheira sent word of the victory over Ketheric, set us hunting after cultists in the city.


Handy.


*It appears the lie that passed through your teeth has lifted some fears.*


You ignored my instructions, defied me in favour of that half-wit beggar boy.


Fading fast.<br>


A brain in a jar...


With that said, I'm more than happy to continue onwards. But no more hiding things from me. Agreed?


Care for a bedtime story while you're at it?<br>


*The stone trembles with evils, warm as Father's hate.*


*The helm's alien transponder - you've made it in time.*


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


I'm sorry, it's just...


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


Not like this...


<i>Devils.</i> Ever do they try to sway the mind with the dangling temptations.


And I've been to the Underdark. Many times.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


It takes talent.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Stuck? That's not good.


The bark is in place. Now, for a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.


I must be light of step.


My <i>my</i>... touchy subject I see. Very well.


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


I should retrieve the amulet - the monk's spirit should be here when I open Shirra's tomb.


Another time, I'm terribly tired. You should get some rest, Lae'zel.


Kiai<br>Var 4


Good thing you sorted that out - I was <i>this </i>close to chucking a knife right between that trollop's eyes.


Not like this...


Dying Burning<br>v4


Not one for taking things slowly, I see.


How clever - a spell hides this book's true nature. Perhaps I can dispel it.


<i>An horrendous deal.</i>


Understood.


See you around, doll. Keep that fire stoked for me.


Nothing wrong with a bit of caution, I suppose. Better to sound out friends and enemies alike before revealing that kind of secret.


<i>Sorry.</i>


A chance to speak to the Black Lord, and you ask him directions? How vexingly mundane.


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


That ox seems a little too interested in me...


Don't look at me like that - I know all about your grottiness and I don't need none of it myself.


Blood and armour were both shed here. Odd.


Hells' teeth! Was solid food always so foul?


What's that?


I can't believe they just <i>left! </i>


I decided to scout ahead and get the lay of the land.


Sine metu!


Though I can't say I've earned the honour.


Oh, and I'm supposed to say thank you for helping us... so thank you!


Sounds like you just need a little more liquid inspiration.


I want to taste you. Perhaps tonight. Perhaps later. But I want it all the same.


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


<i>Baldur's Gate trembles. City Watch, come to her aid.</i>


You bit me once - you won't fool me twice. This is where we part ways.


You may as well scrawl a red 'V' on your forehead.


It will happen.


Resisto acidum!


That scent - this wine is poisoned.


Friends' might be a stretch, but otherwise - yes, I fully agree!


We <i>do </i>have the Orphic Hammer. We could unleash Orpheus, let him wield the stones - provided we're willing to trust him.


The doll! Grabbing it will likely do nothing - I have to negate its magic.


Imagine seeing a Watcher power-up for the first time - my heart flutters at the thought!


It caused much bloodshed, but a throne such as this shall not remain empty for long.


Death is inevitable.


Shhh. It's just about to become interesting...


The first blow shall be mine.


Damn, that burns.


And you got nothing to show for it but your own arse.


Then we have you and Wyll, the ultimate incarnation of all things good in the world. There's something between you two, isn't there?


Keep their confidence, if you insist.


Everything is clear.


We may as well paint targets on our foreheads and call out for the hag.


Effort v4


Treacherous tidings are afoot - have you heard about the Steel Watchers? Apparently they're malfunctioning!


Strange - am I missing something?


Thanks, old friend. Just what I needed to hear.


Enough. We need to put an end to this.


I meant to do that.


The gore almost looks real. Superb! Encore!


What?!


A whole gaggle of merregons. They never fight alone, though - where's their commander?


She was. Erm. She was sick. She had spots on her face and hands. She went to go get some herbs - and she was supposed to come back the same day.


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


Pizzled rancour!


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


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


Yes, lovely.


*When the Orphic Hammer strikes like thunder, even Astral chains are torn asunder.*


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


There is <i>always</i> a choice.


Simple words and marks. Yet for a keen warrior, a rousing call to arms.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


She was starting to trust you. The only one she ever has. Pity it's coming to an end.


Oh, now you're just teasing me. Evil.


Pleasant enough. But I'm partial to heroic sagas myself.


Heh, that obvious? But you're right. Can't swing a sword if I'm shaking like a leaf.


I recognise that floral motif - same as that key we found.


I smell a trap.


*Here lies Becklan Ironlaw. May the gods usher him to his reward.*


*You are a mind flayer, the very thing you were taught to hate. Whatever self you still possess is quickly ebbing away.*


Please let me give you... Wait, where is it?


And a dead tadpole in that brine.


We strive to do our utmost - to prove ourselves worthy. Tell me - of what is Halsin most proud?


Unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.


Hells. They need me. I have to go.


Maybe not the best time.<br>


Minsc is being tricked. By the Hells, we've got to rip him away from that shapeshifter.


Let's just move along. Time's a rare currency for both of us.


Walk in death.


It's a coy thing, hindsight: it gives you a glimpse of what could have been, and nothing more. But this night could have gone very differently - remember that.


The Absolute's legions - they're gone. And I doubt they've disbanded peacefully...


Buff


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


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


You seem like a good crew.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Macte virtute!<br>v3


And what about us? There's every chance we've doomed ourselves by helping these people.


*A haunting face swims into your mind's eye, its instructions vivid in your mind: nothing is more important than bringing the girl - alive.*


Sine metu!


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


You want my respect? <i>Earn it.</i>


By the hells, what <i>is </i>that?


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


It shall be done.


Ha! No, my love, I'm not jealous of the beating our gith friend will give you.


*Without Hope's disguise, the damned soul realises you are an imposter in the hells, and is about to raise the alarm.*


Like she watched over Holli?


See you around, petal.


I'll strike you down.


An amulet of Selûne. I think Gale might want this.


You're free, squatties. Get your legs moving, before I change my damn mind.


Happy to assist a friend.


Ketheric Thorm and his Dark Justiciars. Now there's a fall from grace for the history books.


Murderers wandering our streets!


Wait. What I have to say... well, there may not be another chance. Please.


One of the men complained about hair in his stew. <i>His</i> hair!


That's true. We can say whatever we like, once we're trying to take him back.


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


No harm in talking.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Everything in its place. Everything <i>perfect</i>. All for him.


True. I don't need you to speak. There's nothing you can say for yourself, anyway.


Take more care.


Here.


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


Thanks to you, that kid has my locket. My mum gave that to me on her deathbed.


Stupefacio!


A pair of wings.


Breathe easy. I'm coming.


That strange contraption from Voss is making noise. Odd...


Voco murus!


This does not belong to me.


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


Let's go! Let's go! Want to bite.


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


As you wish.


What path lies before me?<br>


Oh, you're a right miserable piece of work. Let's show that whelp what the Absolute's warriors can do.


Must lug my guts through this Hell.


We're dead if we don't get out of here.


Then let it be done.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Ready to team up?


If that was an attempt at flirting, I should let you know I prefer the strong, <i>silent </i>type.


I mean, can't believe <i>everything</i> you read, but...


If more goblins strike now, we're finished.


Even before I was infected, the dukes and patriars applauded as Gortash took control.


Oakfather lends his aid.


I can't wait to be clear of this damned shadow curse. I like darkness - just not when it's trying to kill me.


Oi, ugly!


Anything nice for an aged old Harper?


Yeah, all right.


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


<i>There is nothing to be gained by invading the devil's home, and everything to be lost. </i>


I believe Orin first made an incision in the upper left clavicle.


These are territorial markings and recent ones too. There are hunters around.<br>


Actually forget it. I need to get moving; there has to be another way to Baldur's Gate.


It's bad. I won't say it isn't. But... I've done worse. Powers beyond our control picked us to do their dirty work - that isn't our fault.


I sought out the devil Raphael and signed an infernal pact with him. He promised to destroy my master's army, and I promised him my soul in return.


Looks like someone's not a fan of Shar. Smeared the Absolute's symbol all over her.


Useful as the hammer would have been, I'm relieved we're not in the devil's debt.


But I made a delivery to the docks just yesterday!


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Let me see...


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Here. It's faint thanks compared to what you've done for us, but it's all we have.


Stone guide me - I'll be home soon.


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


Wait! <i>Argh. </i>Wait just a tick.


Don't listen to him, Dal. We've been loyal - we've earned our reward. Unlike the runaway.


I would be more concerned than excited.


She didn't deserve your mercy.


Then we're done here.


But we are here to deal with these goblins, not to speak of your past.


Tending the house, I can handle. Plants - you're on your own.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Clausus!


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


If that's the case, we've got more problems than just the worms in our heads.


It's the source of this magic, and where the cultists send their captives - to be infected. They're building an army. Innocents go in, True Souls come out.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Thou art saucy as gruel.


Something is amiss here. The owner of this place should be held to account for these - and any others should be found.


Wyll? Wyll!


I feel lighter, unburdened, as if the softest push could send me drifting away.


I see you, Gale of Waterdeep. I see you.


Pizzled rancour!


My, what a juicy morsel. I didn't think he liked your type. Anyway...


The torch is no help, damn it - the shadows here are too strong.


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


Forgive that display. Aradin's a blowhard, but that's no cause for me to join him.


Aha, Boo - our trinket for the taking!


Effort v7


That corpse is <i>huge. </i>And is that a burning heart...?


*The letter is written in Elminster's crabbed hand. And, given his usual verbosity, is rather succinct...*


Find it, and follow its path to the wyrm. Or do not, and let the Coast be drowned in blood.


Just when I think I can't respect Jaheira any more. She's got a backup plan for if we fuck things up. Smart.


You bore the weapon this far. If it must be purged by your hand, so be it.


Leave m-me alone. I b-beg you.


Well this is... different.


*His words say that he's given up, but buried deep behind them is a fragment of hope. He doesn't want it to be over any more than you do.*


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


I was planning to invite you to the ceremony, but I'm having second thoughts.


Right, better get to it.


My hamster hears, and I obey.


Now, what can I do for you?


No, it is a fact. Life in this Faerûn is laughably weak.


Ever tried cuttin' up another elf? All skin an' bones, you rangy gits. My arm's gonna be sore tomorrow.


This 'weapon' the cult is after - do you think it's our artefact?


Raise a hand against me, and even a lover would not live to speak the tale.


Violation, violation! Whoop, whoop! This citizen is designated for termination!


He should give it to her and be done with it, or his lust for power might well consume him.


'Geoffrey' is great. Let's go with that.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


My magic is <i>infinite.</i>


He's aligned himself with mind flayers, but I cannot see what he gains.


My, my, I can tell you are a special one from a single glance.


I can respect that sort of loyalty. It's not all that removed from what was instilled in me...


Read the gazette today yet, mate?


Vita excolatur!


You think my sister and I will last long in the city with no money?


Suppose I should get you back up.


You've got my mouth watering. We are agreed, morsel.


Then you should have kept her in line. You've only yourselves to blame.


Better get you out of there.<br>


Just empty shells. Best to just keep the unhatched one.


Maybe someone in Baldur's Gate can help us. Connor always said you can find anything in that city.


Rally!


<i>Stay put, and keep your lips sealed.</i>


Hm. Seems like the best way.


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


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


That's a fate we'll all share, sooner or later. But speaking as one who has managed to put it off for so long...


Do not let this happen again.


Don't tell her anything.


I'll - I'll leave him to you, uh, your highness.<br>


Scuff marks on the floor. Are these statues more mobile than they look?


Mas. Ter? <i>No.</i>


Give it a good whack!


Shame. I really thought you might... have something. But you're right, civilians shouldn't be involved in crime scenes.


A humble specimen, aren't you?


Excellent armour. Drowcraft, of course.


He will crumble at the power of your touch - give him all you have.


If someone must assimilate Orpheus, I'd sooner trust you with the power than the illithid...


A pleasure, as always.


As long as they live, the Prism is compromised.


Sounds like fun.


Let's get this over with.


Head Banker Glitterbeard almost got my name right today.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


First they argued. About a pact, a forge. Then came spells. You know the rest.


Gonna <i>dress</i> you in your own innards - how's that?


*Moo.*


For the record, you have a false heart.


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


*Yawn!*


Mortem tuum sum!


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


The sylvan pinions of an Avariel. No easy task to capture their holow delicacy in stone.


Better safe than stiff.


I wish that were true. But I still sense that absence inside you... and I fear it.


He means you no harm, Isobel.


Glacies!


<i>Rat.</i>


Smells like hell in here. Or death, more precisely.


How could I have been so blind?


Looks like the booze got the better of them. They're practically unconscious.<br>


Plucking hells. Some poor bird's lost its feathers.


I should think so.


Ever onward.


We have no time for stragglers.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


She's dead, isn't she? Ethel is dead?


This ox died fighting - it looks like it put its horns to good use.


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


Attack<br>var 2


Tell me, brother. How many did you kill in the end?


Oh, come now - I can still smell the paint on this one.


I expected little of istik education, but here we kneel before our Queen.


Shit, he escaped... Going to his next victim, no doubt.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


Leave me be.


Try laughing after I rip your throat out, gnome.


*Perhaps your bond with Wyll may have displeased Lady Shar. Might she see him as a malign influence?*


Extra Recovered <br>V4


Hm. Looks jammed.


Our hero's back! Fancy any celebratory seafood?


I can close that up fast.


She offered me a future, and so in a fit of madness I told her of my past.


Karlach treats every embrace as if it might be her last. And hells, it might be.


That doesn't make you dangerous, it makes you a liability. Get out of here before you test <i>my</i> patience.


Much appreciated. Take a look around.


What is this liquid?


Search every rock. If the illithid has allies, we must find them before they find us.


You're a conquering hero and you want to drink foaming piss?


Anything you can spare for a humble beggar?


Falling


Poor fucker.


I don't know what that toy of hers is, but I'm glad it's on our side.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Enough of that - we need to be in fighting shape.


So speaking about divine intervention, you don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance, do you? A doctor? Surgeon? Uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Effort v7


The hand that feeds is the hand that's loved. It'll never leave your side now.


Hells - not a lick of damage! What am I missing?


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


He - wha - you're - <i>excuse me.</i>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


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


A powerful asset. Just what are their intentions, I wonder?


Not from scratch - unless you happen to have several pounds of the purest netherese metals in that pack of yours?


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Blow the wall open. Or don't. I don't care anymore.


Yes! You felt that, didn't you, you stupid lump?


It's not as fun when no one brings it back.


*The dagger still juts from the meat.*


*You silently swear to be vigilant and dutiful in Shar's name.*


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


No... you're not. They were small like you, but uglier.


I'm not paid to debate with civilians.


<i>Or</i> I'll crush you like the cockroach you are!


Someone's enthusiastic. Maybe I should have brought a barrel.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Minsc?! The same Minsc Jaheira's been looking for?


No! No more for me. On you go.


Is this the first time I've caused a child's death?


<i>ROAAAAR!</i>


Or She will consume you.


Dying Panic Fall


It says there's a cellar here somewhere.


When you break Prince Orpheus free, his psionic cry will alert us.


We were forewarned - told to wait for someone like you.


Zumbo... dead? No...


The poison's done its work. <i>I'm sorry, my Queen...</i>


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


I'll be the judge of that. Stow your weapons, put your hands up, and walk into the light - slowly.


To the portal then. We must pursue the Netherbrain.


Preparing the cadaver's brain.


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


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


You. Listen.


Leave me, little Bhaal-stain. Cast your perversions elsewhere, while I meditate on pure, perfect, death.


<i>That was most of them - time to press on. </i>


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Better make my next move.


Mizora! Bring down hellsfire!


It would never work, sweetie. Not when I look like this and you... well, you're monstrous.


She ran with Bart Blackdagger's crew. Heard they tossed her overboard when she gutted the bosun over a game of <i>cards</i>.


Hand me the Netherstones and we will rule as one - our Lord Bane commands it.


Laughter


What... what happened?


Of course, it had to be you.


No! Lassandra!


A mind flayer dummy. Good for practising on.


Resisto acidum!


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


*The creature's inner song breathes hope into the myconid meld.*


At least things have stayed interesting.<br>


Hang on.


Yeah, but I dared you first, so you have to go.


The diabolist was hoping to summon something. Hard to tell what.


*Vlaakith blesses you with the will and power to slay her enemies and the resolve to die with her name on your lips.*


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Before the Absolutists abducted him, he told me that should he fall, I should seek Wyll out and give him a message.


But first, swear to me you'll do what needs to be done.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


C'mon, you lot, hop it before they change their mind!


<i>Please, hold. I understand your rage against my kin.</i>


<i>Ughhh.</i>


Lost your footing, have you?


Finally a task worth completing. Do her this little favour, and she'll have no excuse not to cure that wretched orb of yours.


My enterprise is of a more... covert sort. I do my dealings in squeak-ret.


A suggestive <i>nod</i>? You've been single too long.


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


No... I was painting, painting her portrait...


Step on a plate, trigger a light above that door. A code.


*No matter how it appears, the body is there, and her blood is on your hands.*


Effort v9


Now, I'm not sure you <i>could</i> get me out of here, but I'm not taking any bloody chances.


Well, I'm not sure... Discounts are reserved for only the most loyal customers...


I'm sure there's better things you could find to read.


Back! Hurt me!


Thank you for saving Master Halsin. For saving my home. For everything.


Won't be laughing. Won't be laughing when I'm a watchman.


A shortcut to the Underdark. Interesting.<br>


*Heat pulses out of the Astral Prism as it begins to <i>flower</i>.*


You deserve a better end than shredding your soul for our sake. But then, this is not a matter of what is deserved.


My magic is <i>infinite.</i>


Enough talk, girl. The sooner we finish this, the sooner your blood can be sluiced off Lady Shar's sacred Grotto.


Dying Deep Exhale


The dukes beat feet, thank the Provider.


*You sense a young woman, gazing at Moonrise Towers in awe. Perhaps one day she will get to gaze out from atop it, she hopes.*


I cannot follow you - not with what lies ahead. End it, and I shall join you.


Magicians and their <i>plans</i> for Dame Aylin. Predictable; sadistic; flaccid.


Dissera!


What's this... feeling of <i>power</i>?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I won't be held accountable just because you're naive enough to expect easy answers. Now allow me to continue.


That engine wasn't meant for this realm, though. And I'm not sure how much longer it's going to last, burning that hot.


They're not mutually exclusive. The Weave is served best with a dash of eloquence.


'Nightsong' - not exactly a name I'd associate with the Absolute.


A spot of healing will help.


*This Watcher is in Phase Eight Assembly stage, components over-delivered for this month's quota by 114 percent!*


*A shiver runs across your mind... You feel sated.*


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


There is little time - take me to the Neurocitor.


Oh... of course.


What are you thinking?


With fragulous crown, and with sceptre abrade,<br>Dror Ragzlin short work of the innkeeper made!


You look like a bad enemy to have - glad I won't have to find out.


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


Have you no dignity? Control yourself.


You want to barter with <i>runepowder</i> -


Yes. Do it. Her embrace awaits me.


Which is not the only obstacle you're likely to face...


My ring lit up... Must have been linked to that button.


*What was taken is free to be reclaimed - and you are free to go.*


You know my work? I am glad that it endures. Perhaps you also have the misfortune of knowing my master - general Ketheric Thorm.


It was, more than you ever realised.


Uh-huh.


For sticking goblin heads on.


Isobel. That's the name of the cleric at Last Light Inn, right?


Good. Ketheric thought he was safe, too.


<i>Steel Watcher - stand with me! </i>


Here's your tome back. It proved to be even more valuable than I ever could have imagined. For both of us.


<i>Chk.</i> Lucky for us, we're still standing. Can't say the same for Alfira.


Let's make the most of this.


*It seems this individual doesn't think very highly of you, but few can resist a well-timed gift...*


*Though deadly if left untreated, the poison can be cured - by the antidote, or natural remedies.*


By Vlaakith's dragons!


Victory v4


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


Bane's chosen is due to become Archduke? I should make haste to Wyrm's Rock.


Darkmaw the Wicked, straight from the storybooks.


*The squirrel's tail twitches in a lukewarm salute.*


Voco murus!


Hurt Critical<br>var3


No use digging here.


It's broken, but not too badly.


<i>(It's been a busy season for book-buyers - which would you like to know more about?)</i>


So, the true Chosen rises. I taste the chaos on my tongue already.


My servant, my bidding.


We can travel together, but there can be no trust between us.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


And just like that, she's off to walk into Lorroakan's trap.


Keep it moving.


A dead drow. The druids' work?


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Hah! You are wise to surrender, door-ward. Next came the boot.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


Uh-oh, I heard about you. Please, I'm not carrying any real gold on me, so there's no reason to shake me down - you can just leave me alone. All right?


How could you do this to us? To Ketheric? To the <i>Absolute?</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


What is that? Almost looks like someone was trying to grow a person.


You think you can atone for giving me my power, child of Bhaal, by destroying me with the Netherstones.


Please tell me this is important. You need my beauty sleep.


Just as I suspected - the book about flumphs has changed. Time for some light reading...


I've done my share of praying to her, though not for the cause of peace. My faith was suddenly found on choppy seas.


Infiltrate the cult. Deceive your Father's lackeys. If Bhaal believes he has you, they will let down their guard.


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


An unusual parasite, here. It's - it's reaching out to me.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Pay attention.


Dying Panic Fall


Yours wouldn't be the first spawn-skull I've severed, you know. Hells, I'm half-inclined to sever it now, if only for your endless insolence.


Not over yet!<br>


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' Been there, done that - lucky me.


Hie we to this 'Lorroakan' right away. I am as eager to meet him as he is to ensnare me.


The living hold such superstition about communing with the dead. As such, my patrons prefer to use my services in the strictest confidence.


No! No, I don't know him.


Still, there's no balm for a wounded soul like a moment reflecting on a good painting. Please - enjoy your visit.


Blessings upon the slayer of the wicked one!


A sigil of the Harpers. Odd for their kind to misplace this.


I can only hope the Flaming Fist catch this killer before anyone important dies.


<i>I don't have time for this - the Ironhand Gnomes might already have their hands on runepowder!</i>


As you wish.


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


This should be good.


Effort v12


I thought we'd finally get a happy ending. But when hags are involved, there's no such thing.


These flowers - they're creating anti-magic fields!


Surely not... Could I have missed some of the signs?


I meant to do that.


<i>You will die here. And your god will die with you.</i>


No excuses. Question, kill, then move on. Find the weapon.


Nothing but dirt.


Not no more, though.


You will hear, and you will heed.


But surely the kobolds <i>are</i> slaves?


Ready for anything.


This wine... It's poison. Some sort of paralytic agent.


Certainly.


Sarcasm at the ready.


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


My most esteemed guest, we meet at last. I am Lord Enver Gortash. You are the Prism-bearer, slayer of the dread General Ketheric Thorm.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


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


Hard to imagine you as a naughty little boy. Who knew he'd grow up to be the very paragon of right-doing?


Dodge


There is a vessel to the Morphic Pool, where the brain feeds. I will wait for you at the pool.


Boo, Minsc has something in his teeth. Would you mind...?


How about now?


I shouldn't have run away... I'm s-sorry...


She'll tear me in two for touching her egg.


And then? What happens to us?


I hope my home can be yours, if you don't go back to the skies.


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


Considering you turned that bugbear into paste...


I don't want to kill anyone - but I won't let this grove be harmed. Not again.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Gale looks chuffed as cheese. Mystra must be very pleased with him. Let's hope she's got his best interests in mind.


A pity, really - you could have tasted some real power. But what do I know? I'm sure Mystra's boon is lovely.


I am tempted to leave you.


No sight makes me sicker, no name kindles such <i>rage.</i>


Mors certa!


Gods help us all...


<i>G'lyck.</i> Sleeping in a cave reminds me of my adolescence - in Crèche K'liir.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


Choking... dig... out of here!


No, of that much we can be certain.


It was special, but also fleeting... as it was always going to be.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Keep interrupting me and I'll write you up for interfering in Fist business.


You do not live to see the turn of millennia by being stupid - sorry. 'Brave'.


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


That's not going to work.


Nope. Is there another code? Or some other way in?


Victory v2


*Vlaakith has upended Lae'zel's whole existence. Everything she knew to be true, every plan and aspiration she ever held, has been painfully ripped away.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Hurt


I smell a trap.


Away, eye-watering stench!


The druids back in the grove could have learned a thing or two from you.


Don't get used to it. One taste of regal power might have you craving more.


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


If he doesn't come back, I'm having his chisel. Mine's bloody useless.


Nah - heard they're making those metal beasts with four legs now 'stead of two.


Magic is... my life. I've been in touch with the Weave for as long as I can remember. There's nothing like it.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


You came. Such a shame.


*Despite everything, you relax into peaceful meditation, satisfied with all that's happened. Perhaps you wouldn't sleep so well if you knew what was coming.*


My decision had nothing to do with him. I did this because I was so <i>fucking </i>sad. All the time.


I say... I say you're right. They deserve a leader who'll encourage them to <i>create</i>, not destroy. They deserve someone like me.


At least things have stayed interesting.<br>


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


On your feet - that's an order.


That's the spirit. Now let's get moving, before anything else goes missing.


'Avaricious Adventurers Aid Absolute'... Hmm...


There may be an inferno in you, Karlach, but at the end of the day you've been frigid for a decade, isn't that right?


These boots have seen everything.


She has her reasons, m'boy. And it is time you understood them.


Hells. You look like you've seen a ghost.


There's always one.


The city needs me - the Harpers know their tasks.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


I remember. You were on the <i>gh'ath</i>. The nautiloid. You carry a tadpole.


Embrace pride, reject vanity. Especially when gazing at your own reflection.


Get a <i>drugnin</i>' move on, 'fore they start pointin' fingers.


A little small talk.


You... bloody idiot. You can kill half the devils in the hells for all I care - but Raphael was my patron. He made promises.


What's happening? Where am I?


Ignis!


Since your arrival, reports of Absolutist activity in this city have increased tenfold. Hardly seems a coincidence.


<i>Do not be fooled. We are not welcome here. </i>


So he was at the House of Healing? Wonder what he found.


Pfft. Hate you? I love the <i>drama</i>. Bring it on.


This is a vial of wyvern poison. Swear to me you'll swallow it if you feel <i>any </i>symptoms.


Lackey's words - leave them to the thralls and goblins downstairs. You are a <i>True Soul</i>, and there is more work to be done befitting your station.


DRIBBLES IS DEAD. JOYOUS NEWS. HE WAS MOST IRRITATING.


*Your mind connects to the Grand Duke's. He is still infected, but his parasite is weak, shielded from the Absolute by the Astral Prism.*


Shout


A githyanki <i>ghustil</i> can summon Astral energy to heal most any wound.


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


There is a vessel to the Morphic Pool, where the brain feeds. I will wait for you there.


Won't budge.


*Whether you settle in the Underdark or find somewhere more fitting, you're sure the future won't be easy.*


I'm trying to work here.


Don't jostle any of the merchandise on your way out.


*Whatever lies at the Heart of the Absolute, it's powerful enough to inspire the fear of the gods themselves. What else could it be capable of?*


Hm. It can't hurt. What do you have in mind?


Fiat lux!<br>v3


As you wish.


Indeed, and may the Oak Father watch over us on our journey. We will speak soon, I'm sure.


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


A parasite - take it. It might be useful.


Dying Deep Exhale


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


The illithid will object. But Minsc and Boo will be very persuasive.


What if something happened to him?


Perhaps I should applaud the liberation of bound creatures. But somehow I sense I will be the one cleaning up this mess.


*Familiar as it sounds, the reference eludes you.*


Para bellum!<br>v3


Excellent, excellent. You'll find everything is in order.


The dragon and the elf are taking in a pretty view, Boo. We must find it when all of this is done.


Hells. Every corner of this city is infested with Orin's shifters.


Careful! Don't trust a word out of her mouth. Our sister went to the hag, and we ain't seen her since.


You're ready to try Formula Gruna, aren't you?


Bleed for me.


*You feel a small pulse of energy race up your spine. And a strange sensation of <i>acceptance</i>.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Fools. Little surprise they perished.


Oh, it's <i>you</i>. Don't you get tired of telling people how to live their lives?


*This is the private abode of Alexander Rainforest. Friends make appointments, clients respect office hours.*


I want to live too, but not under any circumstances. I have the power to choose, now. And I'm going to make that choice - myself.


A Sharran structure, going by the design.


We should hang up their remains as a warning to Cazador that you are under our protection, Astarion.


Attack


*With so much of your mind already surrendered to the mirror, you have nothin to offer. A sorry outcome.*


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


*The god of Justice may not be a liar, but this so-called 'paladin' most certainly is.*


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


And they're singing, are they? Strange, all I hear is self-righteous horsecack.


Flesh met horn - and flesh lost.<br>


We will find the way from here. Do what you need to, Jenevelle.


Bad girl.


Hup.


Put an end to this. Please.


Your guise may fool the others, but Zethino knows your heart - you have already sought guidance. Let others have their turn.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Arrrgh. Ma... <i>Ack</i>... Maaay...


No idea, unfortunately. But whoever it is, they are <i>intimately </i>familiar with Sarevok's work.


There's no getting through.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


*In this endless sea of understanding, you find truth. There is no cleansing, no ascension, no Chosen. Vlaakith will take Lae'zel's life essence - and yours - for herself.*


*You have thwarted the illithid Grand Design. You have honoured your people, you have secured their future. Your duty is fulfilled.*


We need everyone alive.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


*Your companion smiles, but it doesn't reach their eyes. Without a word they turn away.*


Closed Mouth Effort v4


A map of the Sword Coast? What are the gith planning?


It - it transformed. Nice trick!


Karlach does not seem to have such anxieties. Perhaps because she cannot afford to.


*The bedroll becomes a warm, swampy cocoon of gall and fluids.*


Those boots look quite special. Something for you, perhaps, Gale?


Why does everything always have to revolve around Oskar Fevras?


Glitterbeard was in a mood just now.


I wish there were time to celebrate her death, but one Chosen still stands. Gortash is our next target.


What's yours is mine.


I wager that blade has a mighty enchantment. Gale could tell me more.


*You remain wise as ever, even as Shar's madness spreads outward.*


What is <i>that</i>?


Even honest words can obscure meaning. Thought and feeling are pure, without artifice.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


He wouldn't hurt a fly. Well - unless it was buzzing around one of his fitting rooms.


There was magic within this mirror once... <i>consuming </i>magic. But it's shattered, now.


Acidum!


Is that... a githyanki?


In fact - you've served your purpose now, so allow me to demonstrate.


People in dire need travel from all over Faerûn to see little ol' me. And I do my <i>damndest </i>to help them.


Effort v10


Owowowow!


But that said, don't allow me to talk myself out of a night to remember all the time...


That's my friend's niece! Let her go!


Just like that.


It's working - just give me some more time!<br>


Airborne spores. Fungal, I suspect.


*Steel Watch Foundry.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I don't want to think about that now. I want to think about <i>now</i>. I'm so happy. That's all I need to know.


My daughter Vanra, my little girl, she's missing!


I can probably handle a little fire, but I'm not sure about the rest of you.


Recovered <br>V4


Praise the Absolute!


PainTeeth<br>var 2


Vivat crescat floreat!


Lovely beat, that, True Soul. Just lovely.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Half the camp'll tear into ya before you have a chance to regret it.


Malleus!


Something's always catching us.


That's it, then. I can't jump any further.


<i>Those mortals were infected with tadpoles, and the elder brain triggered their transformation. But was it deliberate or accidental?</i>


There. That's what the people need to know.


Closed Mouth Effort


Falling<br>ver 1


Resisto frigus!


On your way then.


Not that new. You inspired me to do it, actually.


Neither seen nor heard.


<i>To the top. Strike down anything standing between you and the brain.</i>


The Weave here won't budge. Must be a powerful spell that keeps it in place.


Evidence. Proof that you're a devil, a gladiator in the archdevil Zariel's army.


You're not a Fist. Go on, get out, or - or I'll wake the others!


Thanks to you, I almost lost my locket. My mum gave that to me on her deathbed.<br>


Dodge
v2


*It feels no pain and knows no morality; it will act on behalf of its master and perish when the magic that binds it is severed.*


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


Treme!


What?<br>


Anythin' shows its face here, we'll skin it alive.


My creations are my pride and joy. I shall kill you for attacking them.


I'm sorry we got captured by <i>murderous lunatics.</i>


Of course Ethel is involved in this mess. Question is, where has she got to now?


Sorry, sugar, it's over between us.


Not a notion! But not a soul has seen this so-called Vanra of hers - myself included.


My circle has offered grace to these outsiders. We gave them shelter from storm, we nourished their bellies.


Run Combat <br>v4


Vos curo!<br>v3


I am unfamiliar with the - well, I shall not say 'culture'. 'Custom', perhaps.


Dammit all, we've got to get Gale back. If that means killing Gortash, nothing would give me greater pleasure.


His servant kidnapped us. The pretty one with the frilly clothes and white hair. One moment we're at camp. Then, the world goes dark.


Lucky... charm...


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


Hm. So what kept you, Shadowheart?


Something to turn the tide.


I remain your humble servant, Lady Shar. I will serve whoever you desire.


*You try your best, but your best just isn't good enough.*


*You try to hold it in, but that only makes it worse.*


Probably with a great gooey bang.


Be on the lookout for those... things.


Need to get out of here.


They tortured my kin at length - broke her, and learned what she knew of the Astral Prism.


Baldur's Gate is a place where <i>anyone</i> can find what they need - if they're just willing to fight for it.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


But we can't get there with those beasts blocking our path.


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


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


Gods - that's it! Proof that I was <i>right</i>.


Like you...


That door is saturated with necrotic magic. Best keep my distance.


I will tend to your wounds!


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


Clever alchemy.


You err once more. Let the next chance be your last.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Hurt


Can't live my life without you.


We're refugees from Elturel - we took shelter here after goblins and gnolls attacked us on the road.


Good. But once Gortash clears off the cultists, he'll still have to clean the rabble off the streets.


This place is foul as <i>piss</i> - I'm out of here.


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


This game sucks dead gnolls. When do <i>I</i> get to be the Steel Watcher?


Another quake. What's going on?


A familiar design, this key. That dead shapeshifter in the tunnels had one just like it.


Shadowheart. What in Balduran's name happened to her?


*You took a life, now yours will be taken in turn. A fair exchange, perhaps.*


I put flowers on my husband's grave for <i>me</i>. To remember the good from the bad. We get on better now than when he was still alive.


Ketheric's vulnerable now. All we have to do is strike.


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


This place reeks of blood. Let's go, before more join us.


Naturally. The Underdark provided us with some most unusual salvage. Plenty to keep an inquiring mind busy.


So the rumours are true then... the Dark Lady has blessed you. Most curious.


Fear not. Her death will fill an entire village with piles of bodies.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Once I have had my vengeance and the Absolute is ours to control, people will pledge an oath to our cause. Conquest, and dominion.


I better get a 'thank you'.


We cannot expect either of the Chosen to fall easily. But fall they must, if we're to have all three stones to command the brain.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Dying Panic Fall


Your inheritance of your estate depends on you maintaining a healthy stream of kills.


First, you stay silent. Then, you speak truth. To think an outsider could surprise me twice over.


<i>Give me my freedom from this form, release my soul to the Astral Seas while I still have one to call my own. </i>


The one for Rolan? What about it?


Amazing how the city can seem almost peaceful at times, knowing all that goes on out there.


I'm just too slow right now. Too weak.


Invoco te<br>v3


Take more care.


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


<i>Another</i> one down?! You pisspots can't 'old your drink. Shameful.


Master Halsin. Perhaps goblin-caught, perhaps dead. He'd set... <i>Mistress </i>Kagha back in line. Hold her to task. Stop this damned ritual.


Good to see Gale's willing to do what it takes to get power. Even if it means defying the gods themselves.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


The last time Bhaalspawn walked the world, it was only to serve their father's design. We got lucky in averting it once.


Good. This is personal and we're travelling companions, not friends.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Say - I know that face. We had an absolute blinder of a piece ready to print about you. Would've been your ruin, I reckon.


Just one - take care of yourself. I know you have more struggles yet to come out there, but I do not want to lose my daughter so soon after I found her again.


Not unless you can bring him back.


You'll be stronger than ever.


*A sweet melody plays above the waves, beckoning you - drowning out all logical thought.*


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Thick as a glob of unguent.


I must discover who I was, and what happened to me. Before my twitching knife-hand writes a tragedy in blood.


Resisto frigus!


Can't a man earn some gold in peace?


<i>Baht t'Vlaakith.</i> No githyanki's held the honour. My faith, almost lost to the dark winds -


Is there affliction more terrible than eternal joy? This is my pleasure. This is my curse.


Listen!


Oh, this should work perfectly.


An ordinary lamp. Not a trace of magic on it.


Well you're wrong.


Baldur's Gate stands on the brink of the abyss. It is clear: we awaken the wyrm, and take back the city.


Yes. Drink will help me to sleep again.


Boo-<b>what</b>? I do not know what that is. But let us imagine it impressive.


Hmm... what's that?


<i>She </i>caught you with him. Forced you to get rid of him... in front of everyone to make an example.


Frange! v2


I can't fit through here. Wonder if there's another way in.


More of Orin's doppelgangers. How many has she brought to Bhaal's side, I wonder?


Fine. I'll bend the rules this once - in the interest of charity. In you go.


Dodge
v2


Yeah. Fucker always had expensive  taste.


You can do it.


Someone's in trouble. We have to help!


Didn't expect to see you grubbing around here in the muck and the leftovers.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


Something to turn the tide.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


Then you showed up - armed to the teeth. You could have killed me - been right to. But you didn't. You have an old Captain's thanks.


I've got one!


Please - before you go. I <i>must</i> pay you back.


You will follow me. And you will show due respect.


I'd rather continue to prick his conscience than to be silently complicit in an atrocity.


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


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


Troops ready?


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


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


Looks like we're out of options...


Which worg upchucked you?


Ah! A pity - she fades. Her pain was such that even I could not tether her for long.


I need a quick word.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


...I am shamed. <i>Nydeshka</i>, unworthy to fight alongside my friends! Boo - what am I to do?


We have all the gems - let's put them to use and continue onwards.


Gale - no!


My strength is yours.


Your name, child.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.


If you want to know more, I could work the exchange of such precious knowledge into the terms of your future deal.


Nulla salus!


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


*You recognise the funeral rites of the Gur people - a tribe of monster hunters. Their leader is burning the possessions of those who have fallen.*


Not yet. But you will, when I'm done with you.


I'd be careful with who you confide in.


It's beautiful...


Assuming we can find it. Anything that powerful <i>will</i> be protected.


I'd give it a bloody good fight, that's for sure.


The roof caved in - this place is a deathtrap!


*There is no peace in that truth, only an unease that steals away any chance of sleep.*


This is the end for all present here.


Whatever it was was... enthusiastic.


<i>Once those orders are complete, there is a good chance it will break free. </i>


Argh, nothing irks me more than a goody-two-shoes drow. Fine.


Last Light... Isobel...


<i>Enough.</i>


Thank you - honesty is the best policy. Let's go and have a chat with Manip Nestor, hm?


Art thou certain?


A mind flayer dummy. Good for practising on.


Right now? Waiting for that idiot Baelen's return. 'less you've seen him, we don't have much to discuss.


Better not be cursed.


No joy. More guesswork it is, then.


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


Nightwarden Minthara, your crime is incompetence and your sentence is death.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


<i>This is it - its will is weakening!</i>


Anything to help.


*You realise what Lae'zel doesn't: whatever the outcome of your visit to the Astral Prism, Vlaakith had no intention of letting either of you live.*


Pallida mors!<br>v2


What are these <i>for</i>?


When I heard you died out in the wilderness, I made an offering at Kelemvor's well.


The city may not survive this onslaught, but we must. Press on.


*The other spider echoes her.*


Blessed Gond, where did you - never mind. I will go to my grave happier not knowing.


How fares Mayrina?


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


And if I may - would you have a moment to discuss another more <i>personal</i> matter.


Attack


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


Falling<br>var 2


You'd prefer my whispers in the tyrant's tongue?


Intelligenti pauca!


<i>Tsk'va</i> - explosion is imminent!


Moonmaiden's teachings. But why hidden back here? And what's this symbol?


A shame Voss can't share in our victory.


Ale me!<br>v3


When Isobel died - curse the day, the hour! - we were each of us agonised. But Ketheric's pain could be touched by no aid, no boundary.


No trouble at all.


Empty.


The way I hear tell, some prick there calls the shots. The General, Nere called him.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Well now you're just being close-minded. There are some lovely ways to go.


Tough, but fair.


No more gods or monsters, no devils or demons to manipulate our fate.


I really thought you were the one.


Your mug's as sour as this ale. We're supposed to be celebratin'!


Do not give up. Push them back!


Run...


What now?


<i>Zurgan. </i>Fine. I'll stay too. Lest you both end up with your throats slit by a goblin blade.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


So, we're resting here? Turning in for the night?


I regret this already.


I won't tell you your business - but I hope you're right.


Oh, it's just beginning - Baldur's Gate, beneath my hand, shall become a beacon of invention and ingenuity, you shall see.


But you're not from Elturel, either. I can tell.


No... and I wouldn't ask you to, in truth. You're living proof of the sacrifice you made... but I fear others may not see it that way.


Didn't take you for a percussionist.


'Alf the scrubs in 'ere would probably lose their nerve just lookin' at you. Bunch of drunken layabouts.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Ah, as I thought. Quite an adventure has brought you to this point - illithids, kidnapping, infection, the Hells, hunted by cultists and githyanki alike... and of course, the artefact.


Fine, see what chance brings you. Perhaps we'll meet again. If you survive, that is.


It vexes me to know of you.


A final chance, then, to find bliss. Close your eyes. <i>Submit to me.</i>


Does that fit?<br>


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


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


Come on. Can't stay idle.


They took us both.


It's a shame, Ettvard used to do <i>such</i> a good job running the Gazette.


Dying Deep Exhale


A curse on every gith. Intransigent louts...


Empty them? <i>How? </i>Oh. You know what - I'm not sure I want to know.


You need a pick-me-up.


Nothing. I'm sad, is all. Leave it alone.


The greatest honour... of them all.


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


I'm hungry, father. I'm so hungry.


A spell, clearly. I can't say I'm familiar with it.


Shadows on the outside, traitors on the inside... best steer clear of them Flaming Fists, all right?


No surprises that there's danger ahead, but we're getting closer. Perhaps we should seek out Nere while we can, though.


Either... I'm finally dead, or you healed me. Why?


You won't be waiting long.


Time to press ahead.<br>


Cresceat scientia!


*You are not yourself. All control is gone.*


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Burnt to a crisp.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


*Yawn.*


What?! So all this time, he has been leeching his life from an immortal? The man is more parasite than anything in his True Souls' heads.


Fair enough.


*Let feast the eyes of the faithful. Know your Goddess. Know Her command.*


In the long history of these Realms, few people have attempted anything so bold.


Never felt an earthquake in Baldur's Gate before. What the <i>hells.</i>


Effort v8


They would never -


*Carved into the bench's rotted surface is some kind of ritual circle, its sigils half-faded. Darkness and decay hangs in the air around it.*


I have just the thing.


I <i>love</i> him. And he loves me.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


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


Time to get this thing fired up.


Cazador was only figuratively hellish - there were never any devils hanging about the crypt.


Obedi me!


Death only frightens those of limited vision. You should be <i>terrified</i>, godling.


And once inside, you could simply... purloin an egg.


Time to strike!


What gold?


Keep your paws to yourself, and I won't cut 'em off.


<i>General Thorm </i>to you, thrall. You should have told me you were meant for him from the beginning.


Can you feel the staff's magic? I'm practically tingling.


Only bones and armour left. Must've been part of the original raiding party.


Don't throw your life away, Karlach. Not like this.


Shhhhttttt... Quiet... There it goes...


Though perhaps we are not destined to share a campfire for much longer - a final reckoning surely looms.


Offer yourself first, <i>kainyank.</i>


I'm new, that's all. I just need to p-practice.


A very gory idea of art.


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


Are you enjoying the festival so far?


Even the Moonmaiden's own seek private sanctuary for prayer.


Lava doesn't flare up like that for no reason. Something's amiss here.<br>


Pus-supping maggot.


*You feel something pull at you. The creature yearns - for a <i>master</i>.*


I will save you - but only because my hamster's heart is soft.


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


A narrow escape. I must press on.


You are more than powerful. An emperor to emperors, your head adorned with a crown of gold, diamond, and ruby.


*Your words only make you appear more guilty. You can't be allowed to walk free.*


That's curious.


Victory v3


Please. For too long I've lived in fear of taking a host of innocents with me when I expired. Now at least I can be assured my demise will be <i>saving </i>them instead.


Why d'ya keep botherin' me? One more step and I'll bite yer nose off.


Lux in tenebra!


Good idea, Karlach.


What are you doing?! My head - I can't...


Video veritatem!


Free? From your mouth, I hope. Go on, then - split them open. I'm not gonna stop you.


Dread... creature... but not the one... I hunt...


Seems the mad drow wasn't alone in hunting this adamantine forge.<br>


Art thou certain?


*You recognise the name - bibberbang, a mushroom that releases dangerous spores. Highly flammable.*


I can feel the parasite squirming in my skull. There's something big ahead - and the worm knows it.


Watch your tongue. Before it's too late.


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


What in the hells -


Whisper it to me - <i>what do you want to know</i>?


And again.


I feel betrayal weighing on your heart - but were you wronged, or are you the wrongdoer? Either way, you can be unburdened of such turmoil.


Victory<br>


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


Dying Burning


Thus, is thy story concluded. For now.


I'm ready to go, but maybe we should wait before provoking these pricks.


A rune of some sort. It must mark something - but what?


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


Shout


Good.


Wyll? What has become of you?


He was fun. And a ruthless killer. The two are <i>not </i>mutually exclusive.


That's a relief. It would be a shame to spend my final hours making an ass of myself.


The fire's the only thing holding them back!


They will emerge from the shadows and descend from the skies. And we will grant them their only just fate:


The undead, smashed to bone. Lathander's sun does not rise on the soulless.


As a child, I longed to hear them for myself, and sing in praises to the deathless queen and her <i>kith'raki</i>.


Do not be sad, mind flayer. Even out of sight, Boo will remember you. And I will make sure he reminds me to remember you also.


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


There - in the cage!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


A tidy slot, but no rune.


Just when I think I'm out of luck, you come along change that. Thank you - I hope to see you at Last Light, and soon.


You must face them. I will help.


What has he put in my pockets?! I felt something there.


You will refuse the <i>ghaik</i> and break Orpheus free from his prison - and we will crush his skull, Vlaakith be praised.


It is not over!


Remove your victims' hand. You will need it for what lies ahead. Good luck, aspirant, I trust we will meet again.


These powers must have a price. They come from invasive parasites that will turn us into mind flayers.


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Stand down - I protect the Prism on our queen's behalf!


Dead, of course. They'd have been no match for a <i>ghaik</i> devourer.


*She probes your mind, tangling your thoughts with hers. A familiar sensation - she, too, carries a parasite.*


Never a dull moment.


Don't make me get the wooden spoon. You're eating for two, so get to it!


To you, perhaps. For me, it's perfect. I think I'll enjoy it by myself for a while, if you don't mind.


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


Now go, find your contract and save your soul.


You say that like you're looking forward to it.


Dame Aylin is watching. She is indomitable. And when her face lights the shadows of your wrongdoing, you are <i>broken</i> by its beauty.


Ocior!


Dying Burning<br>v5


You have done well. Her pain and anguish were sublime - I will treasure it.


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


Purified? Oh, Lae'zel - why must the truth be so bitter? Soon, your skin will go grey, and your blood will run silver. You will shed your skin to become <i>ghaik.</i>


Gigans!


Blood-stained collars? Guess I know what happened to all those missing pets.<br>


A city within a city, older as you go deeper. Much like the rings of a tree.


Oh!


<i>Drugh</i> no. The Twat-Soul caused a rockfall. Trapped tighter than a ring on a fat finger.


This nightmare never ends and it's your fault. You did this, damn you!


Sweat... blood... tears...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I'll keep an eye on Scratch for you. Don't worry.


Whatever you wish.


You cleared the way for me, True Soul. What promising flesh you are. As a reward, I shall let you bear witness to my masterpiece.


What ya waitin' for? Shimmy onto the startin' mark, and let's get goin'!


Ham, cheese, fruit, veg... I'm forgetting something. What am I forgetting?!


Tell me - tell me now. Do you know how all of this ends? You, me, this adventure?


Barbarian Roar


Vos curo!<br>v3


What you looking at? We're allowed <i>breaks</i>. Contract says so!


The brain will fall - and the people will hail us as champions.


Go.