They run a tight ship. Must be a horrible place to grow up.


You have my gratitude, friend - you acted quickly, decisively. No soul who fell here did so in vain. I will honour their sacrifice.


So you just disappeared? Do you know how worried I was?


... oh. Oh no no my dear dark GODS BELOW, <i>NO!</i>


Bloody rothé have lost it. Put 'em down - and the <i>jargh</i>, too!


Let's see.


I had a safe haven - it was my duty to protect the people at Last Light. If I'd told them I was the daughter of Ketheric Thorm, they might've taken their chances in the darkness.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


I wouldn't expect you to admit your nefarious allegiance. You lot are sworn to secrecy, aren't you?


<i>Bloody boohyahg </i>- ha! Someone's got there first. And you ain't learned your lesson?


...As you say. Then I must redouble my efforts, and pray my delay costs no more lives.


One touch and this will fall apart.


Mmmn. That smells delicious.


Dying Deep Exhale


The murders are a test. One that you would once have excelled in, but it is not for you.


Every way you can imagine. Scorn, indifference, acceptance, confusion. Some tried to taunt me, attack me... but luckily I learned a few tricks from you about how to handle them.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Ubi es?<br>v3


Bene curatur!


Freedom is freedom, no matter the form. I hope he finds peace with his newfound nature - it's the least he deserves.


Tempora mutantur!


Hells. Naoise must be beside herself. Thank the Madam Sharess you were there to protect her.


You wanted to talk privately, so here we are. What's botherin' you?


Look at that. We're channelling the Weave. How does it feel?


*Besides, there are some adventures you wouldn't want your parents to know about.*


The voice is gone - muted by this... this gith relic. Why does a <i>half-elf </i>carry it?


A fellow druid. I can count on her to tend to the grove in my absence. Help it heal.


No. NO.


Looks like the place the Dark Justiciar's letter mentioned. But where's the stash?


<i>Tsk'va</i> - there's no time to mourn. We will honour him by breaking the Comet from the sphere that contains him.


A guard could pass by any moment - we need<i> </i>to go.


Another parasite - collect it. It might be useful.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


More mind flayer food.


My clan-name has been struck. I named myself anew after a long-dead poet.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Oskar's saviour once more. I can't tell you how grateful I am to you.


There is violence in your future regardless. With me, you can at least be sure the violence will lead to glory.


Invoco te!


I'll go and find something on four legs to eat, I suppose.


Falling


Archduke Gortash... Now there's a man who knows good business.


Wonder if these were the people Lorgan was trying to help.


This drow is no fool - she knows the smart thing is to be patient, starve us out.


Ketheric's Dark Justiciars from a bygone era.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


I'm surprised, you have more steel than I thought.


Glad to see you again. I was afraid you'd get swallowed up by the shadows. Instead, you've found us some cavalry. Very well done.


Allow me to bolster you.


Open the chest! <i>Open the chest!</i> ...Please?


What's this?


Vae victis!


I'll take your silence to mean utmost trust and respect then. Just follow my lead.


Urdlen's teat, that's nasty!


Anything for a friend.


Dearest Florrick. May your journey to the Fugue Plane be a peaceful one.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Stupid girl. Do you think I'd linger in there if I had a choice? Wading through your broken, childish memories?


<i>This is it - its will is weakening!</i>


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


He's a bit of a genius isn't he? At sales, not fireworks. 'Course it helps to have the only licence in town to sell the stuff.


What <i>happened </i>to you?


And so many needed for the casting. Unusual.


*But what about the bomb in your chest? Ceremorphosis is likely to destabilise it. What then?*


Laughter


Damned druids. Who uses wooden tools?


Among the githyanki, one gift is esteemed above all others. The silver sword.


Be whole!


Effort v4


You're not worth the trouble.


Gortash is being named Archduke? Time to pay Wyrm's Rock a visit.


I just want to be with you, however you like. You're in control.


A fellow knows when it's time to go his own way. We've had an interesting run of it, but it's time I whence'd my way back home.


Foundries can explode, the whole world can change, but if my orders stay the same, I stick to them.


In that case, I got a proposal. Want to earn some gold?


If they deign to choose us. There's no guarantee, is there? And I've made little effort to attract the loyalty of anyone but you.


You think it clever to steal from a statue, do you?


Is that... a human arm? Do I even want to know?


You were so heroic, my word - I can't wait to tell Skorv what happened. <i>Gods</i> I hope he's all right...


Oh, come <i>on.</i> There must be something!


To the skies!


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


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


Painfully. I don't want to talk about it.


You - you did? Why did you do that, you vicious creature?


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


Funny thing - so is my patience. No gold, no goods.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


How dare you stand there and judge me. As you know the first thing.


<i>There were no alternatives. In my place you would have done the same. </i>


I'm trying to finish this bloody song. And it's not... nothing fits, you know?


Do you think you could turn your weapon on those closest to you?


What? Surrender an egg, and I will <i>not</i> stand for it.


This is the spot Rugan marked. Doesn't look like much.


Whatcha staring at? Move along, ugly.


Welcome t'the Guildhall! Faerûn's finest festhall, s'long as you're not sober.


We are fearsome, black and red...
We are living, they are dead...


Bala and Genshu will blow a bleedin' gasket when they hear about this. Can't wait to tell 'em.


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.<br>


Should steel myself first.


Surely none but a boiled turnip would trust the likes of him.


Worth locking? Worth <i>opening</i>.


The darkness is hungry here. I can feel them sapping my strength.


Ungrateful!


Treme!


I'd rather keep my wits about me, thanks.


NO! NO. FOR THE TOLL. YOU MUST PAY THE TOLL!


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


You will live.


I don't know. Maybe not <i>nothing</i>. But maybe... maybe nothing I'm ready for.


Soft as a spider upon a web...


Mother of Lusts - what <i>was</i> that?


Macte virtute!


To prove... Steel Watchers... are needed...


Mmm. Delicious.


Ugh. Sometimes having a sense of smell is a true curse.


The priestess is slain. And the horde is weaker for it.


May your death be slow, and your agony great!


You fancy another? Or just hankerin' for chat?


Was that a click I heard? There's something about these plaques...


Ain't see much need for Parliament, myself. I'm more of a monarchist - just a little more glamorous, isn't it?


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Then I shall make things simple. You stole our little ones from us - can you steal them back from your master?


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


You back-stabbing <i>minx</i>. I suppose you want to fight now, heh? Bathe in one another's blood in Severn's name?


I won't stop trying to figure out a cure, but... at this point, I think we all have to face the inevitable.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Looks like that's going to bruise.


No! Please, a moment.


Let's get this over with.


*Viconia trails off, holding your gaze with a dark, hungry look. She has staked everything on acquiring the Astral Prism.*


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Attack Critical<br>


Doesn't work.


The crown it wears controls it, and these stones control the crown. It has been dominated.


Danis still hasn't come back. None of them have.


Not directly. My memories were not removed, they were obscured by the Absolute's voice - by its presence.


Hells. I think I woke something up.


So we're knocking around with a vampire lord, now. We sure this is a good idea?


Ravengard asked to speak with me alone, and the moment my back was turned, he tried to kill me.


'Rascal.'? 'Jagoda.'? All these collars belonged to pets.


He did. He wants you to 'keep your sacred vow' and name a spell after him.


As the old saying goes: 'Ours is not to wonder why, ours is but to print or die.' Or something like that.


Child of Gith. You carry what is mine. Do I call you loyal servant - or thief?


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


To the rescue.


Scratch. Obey my command!<br>


The gang boss that's been all up in Nine-Fingers' territory. He's <i>brutal</i> - steer clear.


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


*If sleep won't come to you, at least darkness will.*


Just as I feared - you've indulged.


Help is on the way.


Another joins our merry band. We'll need to keep our wits sharp around him, I think.


Fall by my hand.


Buff


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


Go.


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. We can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


Effort


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


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


It's stopped glowing. Is that good? Bad?<br>


Why do you not seek refuge among your own on the surface?


Better not be cursed.


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


Ain't no place for me here among the Zhentarim. Back to being a footman it is.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


They say Lord Gortash is dead. I hope that means those big rustbuckets are on their way out too.


I expected better. I thought I made clear the terms of our arrangement.


Hold your tongue, lest I pull it from your skull.


There's more to this artwork than meets the eye.


*His soul wandering in a dark space. He isn't just lost, but he has <i>lost</i>... An object. Something dear to him. The vision fades.*


Effort v11


Oh. I suppose that's like 'missing', but with extra words.


Kiai


Perhaps. But if he can't, we may be up the proverbial creek.


We must press forward. First, let's deal with Ketheric. Then, I will find a way to prove my faith to the Undying Queen.


But... do as you will. I have nothing to hide, and I have been content to follow your lead so far.


But not yet, not until my kin proves worthy. The tyrant Gortash must be slaughtered. His Netherstone must be taken.


You need a pick-me-up.


Normally, I wouldn't be hanging around a tavern, but my ne'er-do-well brother Stug told me to meet him here. And now, where is he?


My mind feels so... still. I can't sense the Emperor's presence.<br>


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Dice of Tymora! What an embarrassment. The old Elfsong isn't what it used to be, eh?


W-what? You're scaring me!


But she is not alone. A rare find indeed that partner, who stands beside her now. Few have the fortitude for such a role, and no one else, her love.


<i>Hunters? </i>Scavengers, more like. Waiting out there in the dark for me to die.


Yeah, we get on all right.


Nocturnus!


Clustered fires and tents. An army has gathered - best keep my distance.


...and before I even ordered you to do so. Trying to make me look bad, True Soul...?


You tried to get my pod open, didn't you?


And don't push! There's enough for everyone, for Chauntea's sake.


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


I'll find another way. I swear to you.


Perhaps that's true. Your scent is thick with blood.


I want you to feel small. I want you to feel helpless. Just like her.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


A shame - I thought you more clever. The true answer is 'a shadow'.


*You feel claws moving in the shadows. They pull at you, dragging you closer.*


You must ask of the Orphic Hammer. Without it, the prince remains forever out of reach of my hungry weapon.


What's happening? Where am I?


The engravings on the ring match the language on that strange door. I still can't read it, though.


For a moment, I thought this bottle had a toxic scent, but it may just be what passes for fine wine in Baldur's Gate.


Stay ignorant then. Just don't compromise me.


A free tongue. You've earned that much, I suppose. But I do not have to explain myself.


You must have some plans once you enter the city?


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Corpora sana!


Getting you free!


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


Now that was impressive.


<i>Sometimes, freedom requires us to make sacrifices. </i>


Another one of those githyanki discs. I should talk to Lae'zel.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


A fine day for it.


Changed your mind?


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Ugh - no, thank you. So <i>uncouth</i>.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh.


Duergar versus myconids. Looks like they slaughtered each other.


<i>Nothing's coming, is it? I killed the bastard who ruined my life, and my prize is that I get to crawl into a corner and die.</i>


Mors certa!<br>v3


You festering bubo!


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Or maybe he did.


You didn't have to come back. Thank you.


Ah, Shirra Clarwen. Time to reunite you with dear old grandad.


Good idea, I think.


Volatile stuff. If we find someone who can work with it, I might be able to make use of it. Keep your eyes peeled for an infernal mechanic.


Dying Burning


Hells. I think I woke something up.


Don't tell me the witch is finally dead and gone?!


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


Looks like using magic around these things is more trouble than it's worth!


Whatever I expected to find lurking in this cursed gloom, it certainly wasn't this. A glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.


That ship has long sailed the Styx, Wyll. A defiant pup pays the price. To wit:


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


Just out of view.


The magical ward is dispelled.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Ahhhh.


Seems simple enough.


Configo!


That can't be all of Dribbles. Come on - let's find the rest.


But at what cost?


But have it your way. Tell your precious little god I say hello... after I rip out your throat!


The past is done, and we face the future. Apart, we can survive. Together we can thrive.


Well well, what have we here.


Cudo! v3


Caeco te!<br>v2


I thought that was lost in the Shadowfell. How do you have it?


<i>I saved the fucking world. And I think I might live long enough to tell the tale, too.</i>


Save for me, my line perished a long time ago. They rest in High Forest now, near the shade of the Grandfather Tree. The grove became my family, with Silvanus as my teacher. And now, I have you.


Recovered <br>V4


Thou quivering plague rat!


*Your mind twists. You're looking out of unfamiliar eyes, prowling dark, busy streets.*


Voco murus!<br>v2


Et alibi!<br>v3


Wait! Get me out of here, I can help you!


Oculus tempestatis!


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Effort v9


I never thought I'd be sorry to see a mind flayer go, yet here we are. Be safe.


The very mention of her name gives him nightmares to this day.


You will, will you?


So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.


*The map marked the Sword Coast crèche's location - a potent reminder of your mission.*


Whatever experiments Balthazar performed here, I fear he made more than thralls and ghouls.


The book was quite clear. Navigate the maze, avoid traps, avoid detection. Elementary, really.


With diligence and care.


Trust me, I shan't be making that mistake again. Ta-ta!


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


Impero mortuos!


You'll hear no argument from Boo!


<i>You should listen to your illithid. It knows your weaknesses as well as it knows the brain's strengths. </i>


I can't wait to get this thing out of my head.


Blocked. No getting through.


*As you slip free, coming back to yourself, you hear the seductive hum of your own blood. The gnoll will <i>drink</i> it...*


That mirror reflects nothing - it only consumes, and offers darkness.


What the hells is going on?


Is that a hospital? Not that anyone's being healed around here.


I'll get you out of there.


Impropriety's the least of our worries with that mad cult on our doorstep.


I'm afraid I've nothing more to tell you. Don't forget to check under the bed!


Let's get that patched up.


Frogsbreath, maybe?


Dying Burning<br>v3


Effort


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Let's... let's just keep going, all right?


I've stilled her tongue. That's the end of the matter.


Butcher's stronger than you, meat.


*Chewy, cerebral, and delicious. Never in your life have you tasted something so delightful.*


Hah! There's my word. I agreed to a contract - one that hasn't yet been fulfilled.


Cutting to the chase.


A dragon. Gods preserve me.


Wasn't expecting that. This jar fights back.


Oh, certainly. But I live modestly at the best of times, and this is far from the best of times.


Take it up with Zevlor. Apparently I'm 'too young' to fight on the wall.


And you, Lae'zel - a child, an <i>unascended</i> - would snatch my glory for herself.


Tired. Lie down. But don't want to <i>burn.</i>


Help, yes... it's my daughter.


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


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


Are you invited to Gortash's ceremony? If not, worry not - read all about the coronation of Baldur's Gate's first Archduke in today's issue!


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


Glowing eyes? How outrageously obvious - the totem's a trap.


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


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


Minsc has crossed blades in the Blood War. Blown bubbles in the River Styx. He is no stranger to the Hells.


We strike down the blasphemers in Your name, Majesty!


This is hardly the time for idle banter. The Annals of Karsus are here, waiting to be read...


Weapon blueprints? Looks like this sussur bark might come in handy.


First you. Then myself.


Think of the... er... mess they'd make. Well - better your statue's head than your own.


Dying


As long as mortals and immortals vie for sharper blades and louder voices, I am strengthened.


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Maior, fortior!


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


BUTTERFINGERS


I see it, but it's up there, and we're down here!


Empty words, <i>jargh. </i>Adamantine's precious, and I'm not the sharing type.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


You... It was you after all? All along... How could I have missed such madness?


Let's try this.


<i>It will not remove the larva, but it will limit its influence, both positive and negative.</i>


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Stand back! I can't have laymen disrupting the ephemeral intricacies of the spirit field!


I dare Cazador to send more lackeys our way. This is <i>our </i>territory. I'll crack anyone who tries to come into my house and hurt my people.


Find Nettie in her room. Through the carved door, deeper in the grove.


Recovered <br>V2


That's my girl.


I'll die before I let you near the boat. Come on!


The same arrogance has slain many of Bhaal's Chosen. Do not repeat our mistakes, Unholy Assassin.


Did you hear what he said? The hammer's in his House of Hope. If we wanted, we could steal it right out from under his nose.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


Scorching heat, flows of lava. The forge must be near.


The blood and bodies may be gone but I still remember your glorious heroism. Wonderful. Just <i>wonderful</i>.


What did that do?


Come to think of it, Tamrin <i>really</i> didn't seem the type to just bugger off...


Best act fast.


With this spell, one can become legion. So the book claims, at least.


Well! Look what the cat dragged in. Haven't seen you since you cleared up me ol' noggin in the Underdark.


Well, it was worth one last shot.


Expello te!<br>v3


It is Wyll, yes? The connection is palpable - no tadpole required.


I'm just... just need a moment...


<i>Stand. Now is not your time. We have much to discuss.</i>


Oh dry your eyes, Ilmater. It's me or a goblin cookpot - I know which I'd choose.


There is so much to do. So much to prepare.


Though for a while, I thought I might have someone to share new memories with. Not to be, it seems...


Snore
zzZzz


Well, most people are idiots, Wyll. You can lure them into a dragon's maw if you promise a bag of sweets.


First I damn near die at the hands of goblins. Then I get sucker-punched by a bloody <i>dwarf</i>.


*Above the howl rises a screech, gleeful and maniacal. It is the way and the truth. <i>Absolute.</i>*


Minimus!


I know, we've been through this before. But our situation has changed since then, and not for the better.


Curious. Few who tangle with a hag survive - as we know too well. We're victims of a hag's cruelty and formed this group to research our tormentors.


You read too much into it. I was merely indulging in my passion.


The end of the line for Hope. May she rest in peace - at last.<br>


SmileClosed<br>var 4


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


I venture forth.


Yes - a hero in all senses. A courageous explorer and a just spirit. A pity to see what's become of him.


Stop that.


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


Laughter


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


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


I can almost taste it's magic. Yes. Just the thing.


A little boost.


*If there's any hope of finding a cure, it's not here. Not any longer.*


You think I'd dedicate precious column space to a miscreant like you when a lord's just died? <i>Do</i> get a grip.


I know that. I had just hoped you might show some more understanding. Leave me alone, please.


My beautiful, penitent child.


Or perhaps not. Death, freedom - they are one and the same.


I love a good hunt, and the best hunts keep things <i>sporting</i>. Besides, you freed me from the tune.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Resisto venenum!


My hamster, he is sticky-pawed.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


I've heard you can't get blood from a stone, but apparently you can get a wizard from one. Gale seems interesting.


Hmmmm... you are so, so delicious.


You <i>dare</i> raise your hand against us?!


I see... Well, if you change your mind, I'll keep myself easy to find.


So Oskar asked this Mystic Carrion for help. Perhaps answers can be found with him.


I could smell the good taste on you the moment you walked over here. Maybe I'll even throw in that saucy wink for free.


Very well.


Fulgur!


Seems like some Shadow Druids turned someone called 'Kagha' to their cause.


Let's grab what we can.


I was <i>born</i> in the Underdark, mate. An' I've got the lash-marks to show fer it.


*Thisobald devoted months to formulating a deadly poison with the remaining ingredients, without success.*


If you find yourself in Baldur's Gate, seek us out. We'll raise a glass to Wulbren together.


Bet I can crack that open.


Then we'll start writing the prequel.


The snake killed that girl in front of everyone. Is this grove worth a dead child?


Carrion would look more at home in a crypt than a manor. No surprise he has a lair in the Undercity.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


*The glyphs swarm impatiently. The book wants you to turn the page, to delve deeper. It's <i>hungry</i>.*


To trust a hag, even when she's at your mercy, would be beyond folly. I say we end this.


Oof, that must have hurt.


Mors animae!<br>v2


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


A scrying eye - or whatever's left of it.


Better enjoyment than regret.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


It is <i>Disciple.</i>


That's not a Gale-sized hole.


I don't care if the lad threw a bloody <i>boulder </i>at you - that's out of line!


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


Now, we can only wait. We'll slay Orpheus when we next enter the Astral Prism.


Victory<br>


<i>(That's better. How can I help you?</i>


To camp, then. But if Boo grows restless and chews holes in all your delicates, you have only yourself to blame.


They've been talking about you. They hope you're going to come with us. Could you lift their spirits, maybe spare them a story or two?


Well, we're shopping for a <i>suit</i>. Dinner with my parents, remember?


We was running for our lives.


Whether we should or shouldn't, I'm gonna. Shadowheart was my friend. Or at least, I wanted her to be. I liked that little ball of points.


Must have belonged to Lenore's dog.


After you did us such a good turn, perhaps I can be of use to you, too.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Attack


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Hm, just thought of something.


What's hiding here?<br>


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


Anything for a friend.


You don't know what this means. You don't know what you're asking me to do.


A key. Wonder what it opens?


This wine's poisonous.


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. I can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


Vita excolatur!


You are permitted to look upon me. You are invited to <i>kneel</i>.


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


I will not slice - his kind die too easily.


Is that so? Well listen close, True Soul - I've got a new tune to whistle.


The chest Zarys sought, if I'm not mistaken. What treasures is it hiding?


Recovered <br>V3


Better than nothing.


Pay attention.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I doubt this one's wits will be any sharper by then.


To think you and Karlach travelled together all this time, and she hadn't the faintest you were one of my nearest and dearest.


<i>Your pain is now your power. Wield it true.</i>


Let this one be! My prisoner, drow, not yours. Not this one. I am hungry... starving...


Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.


Less dust on the left there. Someone's been through here.


Meat might be poisoned, too. Don't trust nothin' anymore.


Did Astarion run off in the night?


Time for a word.


Anyway, if you're in charge of the waterways, you got a lot of work to do. Those Umberlee servants are making the trip to the Iron Throne damn near deadly.


Do you suppose? I'd call the timing most perfect, myself.


Which worg upchucked you?


You? <i>Tsk'va</i>. My students do not waste their time fighting such weaklings.


Wizard's attire, of splendid make - a prize for Gale.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


More githyanki records - and perhaps more to learn of Orpheus, too.


Dying Deep Exhale


I call upon you, gracious patron, to rid me of this worm.


I'm still wondering about the dead drow.


Get yer shinies and treatos!


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Dying


It's not much, but you here - deserve it.


*The choir fades. A single melody rises above the others, brassy and commanding.*


<i>Be ready for anything.</i>


<i>Thank you.</i>


You kill me, you bring me back. I'd be furious if I didn't want the fucker strong enough to kill <i>me </i>on my side.


Shadowheart... she's dead. What happened?


The surface is within reach. But it may be foolish to press on before finding this Nere.


This should not be too big a sacrifice for you. You are already halfway there.


Do you have bloodspots on your brain? You have forgotten the final Netherstone.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


This will do.


*The drow gasp as Halsin raises you up, your legs catching on his hips, as he clasps you close to his pelvis.*


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


Let's try this.


Whatever made those tracks seems to be in here...


Victory v2


You <i>will</i> overcome.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


I mean, obviously I can understand why - we've had a lot of fun together.


Zevlor says you helped with the goblins. But lay hands on him again, and we'll be having a little chat.


No, no! KARLACH!<br>


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Yeah! Let's go straight there. Whatever those fucks are getting up to, it's nothing good.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Phew. I thought you'd got lost and died.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


We've made a powerful ally today.


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


Nothing interesting buried here.


Let's have a look.


Look who's here, sittin' all by himself.


Effort v7


He was a drow once. Now he is an abomination, a victim of Lolth's cruelty.


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


Hmm - only one serving for me, I guess.


<i>You do not understand. He will attack anyone that reeks of illithid - that includes YOU. </i>


He'd happily help you improve your technique, <i>istik.</i>


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


There. I have rubbed some dirt on it. Or perhaps that was dung...


*In the hands of the Dead Three's Chosen, it threatens to do much the same. You must find a way to stop them, to render the crown harmless. Detonating the orb, if necessary.*


That is... difficult to hear.


I don't mind sharing you with the bookworm while I'm indisposed, by the way. I'm sure he can keep you entertained until I'm more... approachable.


Selûne help you - you're mad.


Not exactly. It was what he did with it that sealed his fate, and for a time, that of magic itself. The Crown was merely the means.


I made a pact for great power - only to end up here. With you.


Another trial. I need to do this, same as before.


Where's the stone?


I knew there was a madness in you, but I did not know it had consumed your mind entirely.


Voco spicae!
v3


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


It is exquisite. The master cast it himself, you know, using metals gathered from the depths of the Hells.


This artefact must've been precious to the monks.


Can I go back to bed, mummy?


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


It's our chest now. We can do whatever we want with it.


Can't I just break it.


Agh... my wound. It burned with pain, then... nothing? Why? Something's wrong.


You are glorious, my love. You have never been more beautiful.


If I'm to end the Netherbrain and its Grand Design, it seems I must call you ally. But I will never call you my prince.


Do I look like I have anything else to say to you, darling?


So close to home and yet you need a guiding hand. Amazing how malleable - or <i>fragile </i>- the mind can be. First, you need to continue onwards into the Lower City.


Who, I can't say. I'd suggest a thorough investigation - you'll find I speak truth.


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


*You feel Shadowheart's deep protectiveness of the artefact. Though she doesn't understand it, she believes that her fate is entwined with it somehow.*


<i>We could attempt to sneak past - our just fight our way through.</i>


Careful. Something's off!


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


I suppose teleportation is beyond Scratch.


I should tread carefully. No telling when the lava might erupt.<br>


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


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. What's that about? I'd best ask Jaheira.<br>


If you do that, well... I see no reason why we shouldn't get closer.


No! Gods!


Shadowheart looks different. A change of diet, perhaps?


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


Look us up when you hit Baldur's Gate. Be nice to see a friendly face.


No. And it's unlike any I've yet heard.


Of course not! It's absolutely real - I painted it myself.


It's the fatal flaw of mortalkind. Take away their free will, and they call you a tyrant. Allow them to indulge it, and they become tyrants.


Except the beastie.


Quod dico face!


The insight of an unburdened spirit. I too was once weighed down, but now I am free.


On my way.<br>


*Vandals aren't tolerated around here. You're about to find out what happens to them.*


Aresce!


Find her further in the cave. Her gift is great, too - you can trust her.


I could say the same. But perhaps we should save the trivia 'til we're on the other side of this thing.


I've heard about you. I know the so-called 'saviour' of this city has taken an interest in you. One thing I've learned: <i>real </i>saviours never label themselves as such.


I know! But we don't stand a chance out there.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


You will fight another day.


But it is, nevertheless, true. We've risked everything to get this far, we can't afford to throw it all away.


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


Feel like I should laugh but I'm just too godsdamned tired.


Retrieved.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Let's have a look.


The whole guard. Every last one of them.


*You should get some rest, but you simply can't. All you can think of is the brain that was beneath Moonrise Towers... and more importantly, what it was said to possess.*


Aw! Power's gone as soon as I stand up.


But nothing to worry about... right?


Silvanus preserve us - that orb's about to shatter!


Praise the Absolute. Serve the General.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Its horns bear someone else's blood. It must have put up a fight.<br>


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


A name of <i>that</i> repute has nothing to do with an honest banking house, I assure you.


Argh... ARGH!


Scratch should be here. With his family.


Not getting back in that thing.


I... don't have anything else. My husband was carrying our packs when the gnolls found us.


In Menzoberranzan, the high-born would prostrate themselves before me for a fleeting taste of my body.


You already are, in your blood. It is simply a matter of getting the world to see it.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Quite the selection of strange little gadgets.


We had the druids to worry us before. Not anymore. We can <i>defend </i>this place.


The shadow curse still taints the land. Perhaps we could have lifted it, had we tried.


You seek to be Unburdened, yes? The Mapping of the Heart can reveal the way... yet there is another here whose need is great.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Father, are you watching?


Ale me!


That should be everything. Let's see what this thing can do.


This was Orin's tribunal. She was judged, and she was found <i>exceptional</i>.


How does it compare to a shadow-cursed inn?


If you knew half as much as you think, my lad, Wulbren might have kept you around.


I can handle myself. They got the drop on us before, but it's time for payback.


Effort v6


Useless. What of you?


I understand it's... strange. There's an imbalance between us, certainly. But I suppose loving Aylin felt the same as loving myself. It was natural.


Folks like us ain't got unanswered questions. We got contracts to finish and mouths to feed.


Dodge


Isn't it obvious, sister? He wants to ascend with the rest of us.


Ritual murder. Six corpses in total, carefully positioned. Artfully, even.


Respect? After she's using me as a pack mule and a truffle pig these past years.


I don't think so. Why? Friend of yours?


After I offered up the Nightsong to Lady Shar, her blood was on the spear, on my hands, on my clothing. I wrung out every drop I could. Saved it for a special occasion.


Not yet... please.<br>


True Soul.


What do you say? Shall we be allies?


That lock's made for picking.


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


Try later, maybe?


Careful -  I'm not sure we want Raphael as an enemy.


Come with you? <i>Where?</i>


Let me perfect you.


Hold on.


She hardly seems a danger to us. Let the girl stay, if she's desperate enough to think our troupe good company.


We've made a powerful ally today.


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Mother.


Be welcome, citizen. Be safe.


That's the one who saved me, Zarys!


Really? I'm honoured.


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


*Baldur's Gate: Northwest. Elturel: South. Moonrise Towers: West.*


Yes... so beautiful...


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


Scab-licking vagrant!


*Your attempt at pickpocketing has yielded nothing but a fight.*


Detono!


Lilarcor.


<i>Break</i> them.


*You examine them closely, but can't make much sense of them.*


Hmm. Baldurian seafood stew. No thank you. What do you think you'll have?


I'm not sure. I feel like I saw the heart of you from the very beginning. And I've had a piece of you with me ever since.


I'm back - and in one piece. Now, where is that djinni?<br>


Meaningless.


At least now I'm armed with the truth. And Mystra's expectations.


These people are still in danger. A thousand perils still threaten them.


I wonder what kind of creature could have caused so much damage.


It has? You're not just making it up?


What is it this time?


You should get some rest. Things will seem better come morning. I hope.


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


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Fiat lux!<br>v2


<i>Few finer torments.</i>


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


Better get you out of there.


It hardly matters now - Astarion is gone and we can only hope for good. Still, let's keep a wary eye out, shall we?


P-please! You kn-know where the grove is! Th-there's nothing I can tell you... please, let me go!


A military fortress, perhaps. An odd sight in these dim caverns.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Excellent armour. Drowcraft, of course.


Closed Mouth Effort


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


Dodge


It's planting animating spores. It means to raise the dead.


They should all be running.


Bugbear barman. <i>Heh.</i>


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


This place is a blister of corruption.


Didn't ask for your life story - I asked if you could play. What's the next move?


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


Smells of blood - old and new. This place has seen death.


Well hello - the dust's disturbed here. Someone's been using this door.


I'm looking for a cure - starting in this place.


Come.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


*Not every knave prefers a blade in the ribs or arrow in the back. Some prefer <i>poison</i>.*


I regret this already.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


*With the githyanki gone, there's nothing left but the silence of the city, smouldering, waiting to be rebuilt.*


Make it brief.


I was invited to teach them some of my... techniques. I live for pain and its intricacies, you see.


Stealth is one of nature's oldest arts.


Everytime I close my eyes, I can see... <i>it.</i>


No need to hide it, this is a <i>good</i> thing.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Their queen?! They still follow the spider bitch?


Demento te!<br>v2


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


My name's Hunley, but you can call me Brid.


Minthara's pleased.


If I must be enthralled, then I will at least know the pleasure of tearing the prince apart with my own hands.


That plum prosecco! Oh, gods, never again, never again... Solemn oath, solemn vow, solemn... wuurrgh!


Another gem. This'll need to go in a socket later.


Feel free to browse today's event - while we lack this scrimshaw, I'm sure you'll find something to pique your interest.


These days my oeuvre is less original, shall we say, but no less in demand.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


One step at a time.


Karlach. Facing your own mortality in such a... definitive manner must be hard. I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, the rest of us are still liable to perish anyway.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Are such quakes a seasonal hazard in Baldur's Gate?


She will... she <i>must</i>...


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


Oi, I got my eye on you. You got the look of a troublemaker.


And I <i>do</i> hope she commands it.


Over here!


I shall go have a word.


Effort v5


You heard the General. The goblins are yours - deal with them however you wish.


Looks like it. I didn't hear a sound, though.


What, some advice on how to make me more bearable? All right, if you like...


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


*The vampire lord lies before you, still as death.*


If you're wondering what we strapping Zhentarim are doing in a dump like this - that makes two of us, friend.


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


These glyphs look familiar - they were in 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Better pick my next target wisely.


*You will not fail. Not again.*


You've changed your mind about helping me into the city, haven't you?!


I saw a 'simple monk' break a fella's spine once - hands where I can see them.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Vae victis!<br>v2


A lock? How tempting.


Well... that didn't go well.


The ungentle way, then.


I just want a little look.


I will take the Orphic Hammer from Raphael, no matter the cost.


You came here uninvited, and you stole from me.


Mother of Lusts - gone again!


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


The brothers? I guess they didn't find their sister.


I've said all I have to say already - now I just want to pack up my kitchen and leave.


This is no githyanki relic. It must do something else.


It's so strange... do you remember the voice? From the ship?


A mirror that steals memories? The Sharrans take their worship of loss to extremes.


Oh dear.


Poor Cruor, never stood a chance.


You are bold to seek me out after sharing your affections with another.


Is this what you wanted?!


You? You're smaller than a worg whelp. Guys - get this idiot!<br>


Please, stay your blade! I mean no - oh.


This place reeks of death.


If you are not meant to be here, the archdruid's traps will see to you. If you have business, be about it. If you do not... poke around, and see what happens.


A military fortress, perhaps. An odd sight in these dim caverns.


At least things have stayed interesting.<br>


Another day, another fight.


The quicker we move through here, the better.


As my daughter raised our daughter, we debated to no end as to how we would make of her the perfect offering to the Dread Lord.


<i>Please! Fucking give it up. There's no miracle coming. There's no hope. You can die here in your home, or you can go back to being tormented in fucking Hell. Those are your two options.</i>


Victory v4


No, it was some war story.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Smoke. Something's burning.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


That statue. It seems they worshipped some kind of... scholar?


I am blessed to be here - stop making me question that.


Mhh? Oh, of course.


Disciple Balthazar has plans for them - and were I you I would not get in the way.


Not enough. Never enough!


You serve your queen well, child. Take your slaves, and hunt those who escaped the ghaik ship. They must carry the weapon.


Fly, hamster!


Sorry, brother, orders is orders. This is the best we can do.


All right.


*For a moment, it appears the hyena's fear is too great, but then...*


... fine. It's complicated, but my clan has trouble back in the city. A blood-feud.


And when we're sitting in your stronghold, I'll give a good slippery shite about what you want.


Attack Critical<br>


A couple turns should do it.


<i>I have spoken.</i>


A flock without souls - yet to what end, mortal? This is the question thou must come to answer.


We need to stay alert.


Is that so? Then his efficiency is to be commended. As is  yours.


There's a pressure plate in the chair, but I'm missing something.<br>


There you are - come on out.


Boat's good to go - all that's left is to ship off.


Connor - I love you. I've loved you since we were kids, and you picked me bluebells and asked me to the summer fair.


Didn't think to quiz her about her business.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


Nine-Fingers still keeping out of our little arrangement?


Laughter Maniacal


*It could even transform the occupant of the pod, like what happened before.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Better be cautious.


Aha! Fake bricks!


Turn the other cheek, evil - so Boo might bite this one also!


I just hope Dringo is fine. Mar'hyah has a mean streak.


Orpheus' honour guard, loyal to the end -


Broken... fake... broken... fake...


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Baretha! Rid us of this worm. I need to continue the hunt for the weapon.


By Vlaakith's might!


We should probably hit the hay, although I don't think I'll sleep a wink. I can't wait to start travelling!


Clingy little shit, this Absolute. And She wants to meet...


*Your disgrace has something to do with this Ketheric. You yearn to flay him until he forgets himself, as you have.*


Shit. Would love to see <i>that</i>. Now unclog your dwarf-hole - I'm just bustin' your 'nads.


I never forget a face.


What a mess.


Just when I think I can't respect Jaheira any more, she hits me with a grenade right to the heart.


I was so close. I could have had it all, but you took everything from me.


You. The gods-damned disease of the Gate.


The queen sent them! Her Majesty's flesh grows, full and glorious.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min0:36-1:23<br>var 1


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


You are weak - get back in the fight.


Hope this ends well.


You know nothing of what lies ahead. Go on - enter the Chamber of Loss. See for yourself.


Sadly, 'cute' alone isn't worth much.


I wonder what they say...


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


Orpheus - son of Gith, heir of All Skies. We do not come to slay you; we come to restore you.


You sniffing where you ain't oughta be, friend. Might have to take that nose.


<i>Orpheus is so complex. Even the sa'varsh wouldn't understand him.</i>


Father is dead? Godsdamned <i>devil</i>. Why are you here?


Someone's in trouble... sounds like coin to me.


I'd keep clear of that lot on the bridge unless you think your disguise'll fool them.


Well - the Maiden of Pain, Loviatar, teaches us that pain is a most powerful and sacred sensation.


I swear...


This won't be the last of them.


I'm a vampire - forever young.


I shall cleanse it for you, my queen. Tell me how.


Which worg upchucked you?


And we are without the means to free Orpheus.


<i>I can feel the brain - and not to be obvious, but it's hungry for power.</i>


Selûne's light extinguished, thy hunger quenched. The scales tip, weighted by blood thou spilt.


I think it's high time you all left - our sacred grove has sheltered you enough.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Lord Gortash is going to destroy me. I swear, you'll rue the day you crossed Ettvard Needle.


Gods, what's happening?


Still, let's hope it doesn't come to that!


The warding spell is broken.


When the times comes, move quick, move quiet.


A chest of transformation. This could be fun.


Even with Prince Orpheus to guide us, we are too small in number to defeat Vlaakith alone.


Yeah, that's the way to go. His lanceboard trick was meant to soften me up, but I know better.


I've got you.


<i>Beautiful, isn't it? The mighty Prince Orpheus, contained in submissive slumber.</i>


Time to scarper.


Thou shan't leave. The girl must know the truth.


That's what you get for wanting to help.


Better than you know yourself, it seems.


I'll just... I'll just ask. Next time.


As are you. Consider yourself lucky that I trust <i>you</i>, or you would not be alive to doubt me.


Oh, how lovely, our visitors return! We were just about to try some of Master Meztli's delightful wines. Would you care to join us?


This wasn't just a feast. More like a ritual... so familiar somehow.


A book on Netherese magic. The sort of thing Gale would be into.


Should step in before it gets worse.


All these trinkets - a diabolist must have gathered them.


You flip-cloaked little <i>shit</i>.


No doubt you do. But I will come to you, when Mother Selûne deems the moment is right. Patience, girl - it will come soon enough. And you cannot unlearn the truths I have to share.


Stabilio!


Gah! That sting will linger...


Must we go by water? I - I don't want to.


Mother of Lusts - gone again!


<i>What the fuck are those?!</i>


Figaro...


No use. It's blocked.


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Assure your place at her side. Serve her to your last breath, and you shall have no fear of death.


Salvation is here.


But of course, I wouldn't want to pry.


Oh my, oh me - here's where I be!


Vae victis!<br>v3


Ah!


I can do that. Probably.


Our mind flayer friend's disappeared. Let's hope it stays out of trouble.


How ya been?


Open up.


<i>Lash'a'kla! Lash'a'kla! Lash'a'kla!</i>


If what you claim is true, you wouldn't be helping me here unless you were trying to <i>end </i>Bhaal's hold over you.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


As for Wulbren... we can only hope they'll make his end swift.


I can't make any promises. This is like nothing we've seen before.


There's nothing left.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


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


My prey awaits.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Yes, Wyll. The drow have your father.


The circle will fall into darkness if we don't intervene.


The script engraved on this ring matches that odd door. More than curious.


You know who we are - very clever. Then you probably also know it's not smart to interfere with Zhent business.


Why not let them see? Don't be shy.


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


Enough waiting. I crave blood.


It must be close.


Risus abundat!


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


It's there I first saw a kith'rak mount a red dragon. Where I slit my cousins' throats at the varsh's command.


Damn. This place is impressive - and impressively <i>hot.</i>


Firstly - <i>hello</i>. I'm Lucretious: ringmaster, necromancer, Bringer of the Night - oh, and wine-lover extraordinaire.


The unenlightened might see your actions there as no more than aimless slaughter.


Standard goblin raiding party. Question is, was it plunder they wanted  - or did they seek something more?


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


I see it. I see what's to come.


No, no, no...


Let's see what I can glean.


What was that?!


The honour is mine. Consider my blade yours, 'til death makes me lay it down.


Your record is clean, citizen. Keep it that way and enjoy your visit to Baldur's Gate.


And I don't feel bad. You must think I'm a monster.


Mmm...


Another trick up my sleeve.


<i>Meals. Energy - repurposed for a higher calling. Do not dwell on the fate of cattle.</i>


Soldier, this is it! We're almost to the city. First through Wyrm's Crossing, then on to the Lower City.


She left behind a letter, as thou doth know.


Stop!


Ah ha, but a rather beautiful lie, nonetheless.


I see a path.


<i>I feel it. We're close.</i>


Something's off here... but I'm not sure what.


Of course I was attracted to you. Look at you, for goodness' sake!


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


Herman, is that you?


<i>Instead, we have selected a series of items from the Society's vaults. </i>


Let me give you a hand.


Doppelgangers...? If this is some kind of Harper test, friend, you'll find I'm testy enough by myself.


You made it. Come here - sit with me.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


If that's true, then so must be the opposite: there are people out there celebrating their lives' best moment.


Seems like diplomacy failed, if they allowed Ketheric Thorm to take over - <i>twice</i>.


It's all over. They're all gone. My brave ones, my friends, my Harpers.


Hardly the time, dear.


Ha! You've already thought about a little Ravengard running around, have you?


Bow before me, and I may finish you <i>quickly</i>.


Help me!


Low and quiet.


What a waste.


Until we next meet.


There must be a way to get them out. Someone else find a way out of here!


Closed Mouth Effort v7


You must excuse me.


Nice place, as dark sinister temples go.


A Selûne statue? In a stinking cave? Hardly a place of honour, even for the likes of her.


I'm in search of a friend. I fear he's in trouble. See this? I gave it to him years ago before I left home.


On your command, Counsellor.


Why he chose to take one such as yourself as a retainer is beyond me.


Strange. Why make a path from the Underdark to here?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


And that's that.


Now you need my help.


Yeah. Bloody hells, what kind of ship is Grisly running?


And nobody would remember me.


No promises. You deserve to be told and told again what an incredible person you are.


Can't you do anything?


- but that's not a lesson that needs repeating, I wager.


Notice the tadpole too - in that jar over there.


I've forgiven you for that - just about. But no - that's not why.


Pigeon blood. Grim.


That cult army shows up, and exiles are the least of our problems.


Lux... light. Maybe a <i>Light </i>spell will disarm the chest.


*She offers you nothing.*


Trust... in me...


Fresh orders?


Astarion. We need to talk.


I tried.


Gods above - not again. You pull a knife on me like the last one, and you're getting the boot - you hear?


Taking a look!


Thank you for cutting those creatures down, truly. Gods know what would've happened if you weren't here.


Vae victis!<br>v3


Findal... druid... herbalist...


<i>How interesting. No doubt he impressed upon you the need to do so. </i>


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


If you wish. It's possible I was a little too quick to judge. A little too caught up in ceremony.


Omnia mutantur!


Say your farewells, <i>ne'voocrim!</i>


Ghaik. Death is too kind a fate.


Descendant of noble dragons - you honour us with your allyship.


It took a little time, but you got there.


Effort v3


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


Die on your own time.


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


There's always a first time.


These myconids are the hospitable sort. Refreshing, after our run-in with Kagha.


Someone had muddy shoes.


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


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


You're not the True Soul I'm looking for, sorry to say.


Help me, oh gods, <i>please. </i>I don't want to die.


Your hubris will be your undoing, as it was once mine.


I've a long way to go, but thank you. I... I needed this.


I know what it is to have an uncontrollable hunger within you. You can hardly be blamed for your desperation in trying to satisfy it.


Hmm. Didn't work.<br>


Father always shooed me away from this place. 'More rats than a Waterdeep dungeon.'


Stronger together.


As you say, Jaheira.


Why don't you run off and tell him, Korilla? You love tattling to daddy, don't you?


So young. But then, weren't they all?


Need any supplies? We've fewer mouths to feed now.


Istik! Are you supposed to be here? Maybe I should report you to the sa'varsh.


Dying Burning<br>v6


SmileClosed<br>var 3


Just tell me what you need.


Run along now. Go tell your darling master Ketheric what a good girl you've been.


Fine, you can look around. But if there's <i>any</i> funny business, it'll be straight to Wyrm's Rock with you.


Not a good time to lose that tadpole...


Why thank you, dread slayer of bugbears. You shall live forever in my memory.


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


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


All right, there are a few limited exceptions.


...Hm? Oh, True Soul. You just missed the ship - but there'll be another one along soon.


Allies? <i>Shka'keth! </i>I will hear no more of this nonsense.


I tangled with a dragon once. Never forgot it.


Demento te!


Not again.


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


This must've been where they imprisoned Halsin.


Into the fray!


Good idea, Karlach.


*You feel a spark between the two of you - Stygia's spark, ignited by Avernus' heat.*


<i>'Free will is a poison, subjugation an art. Teach the masses the price of disobedience and they will be your enforcers.'</i>


This Halsin sounds like a knowledgeable man. He may just be able to cure us.


Gods damned if I'm going to let it be for nothing. If Mystra gave me one purpose, it was this: to destroy Baldur's Gate, and the Absolute with it.


Good thing I've a hankering for <i>horns.</i>


Mors animae!<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>var2


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I'm the last one standing, but I wouldn't be if it weren't for you. So what do you say? Shall we take the final steps together?


Really? Just like that? All right, but if she reaches for that lute, it's firewood.


You messing in heads? I won't stand for that shit. <i>Zavagh!</i>


Look at you - you're <i>exhausted</i>. You've been pulling all-nighters to keep watch - I know you have!


I ain't cleanin' up that mess though.


Your oath is in tatters, paladin. You abandoned your honour as soon as it became inconvenient.


Poor Barnabus. I'll have to find another favourite.


You have been <i>judged</i>.


Ah! A little true to life for my tastes.


Nor should you. The self is the sum of its experiences. You are the man you are because of them.


They have formidable minds.


Plue!


You remind me of her somewhat. An expression you both share - when she gives in to her more feline qualities, a mouse trapped beneath her paw...


However, column space is a rare commodity when a lord dies. So you can consider the tales of your misdeeds indefinitely postponed.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


<i>You think that mind flayers are soulless husks who feel nothing. Belynne thought the same at first. </i>


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


Never seen that before.


Better to let stronger blood thrive. It can give rise to worthier foes and hardier slaves. Don't disappoint me.


And I would confirm it to be so. Please, after you.


Now DIE!


Such sweet suggestions. Have a care - you may make yourself stringy.


Brave fellow. They say there's no fanaticism like that of a convert, and Ketheric is a convert many times over.


<i>Worms. </i>Crawling under my skin. Get them off, get them off!


Either way, I mourn for the image of you I once held dear.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Knew it! No wonder Captain Grisly shoots daggers at anyone who mentions it.


She fled. The hunt is <i>on.</i>


Say we'll take over. His work is sloppy; he'll kill the prisoner too quickly.


Goblins, drow, gnolls, even humans - ain't no one they won't try to turn. They've gathered a damned <i>army.</i>


How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.


Perhaps, perhaps not - that depends on you. Lady Shar may honour you, but your memories are a privilege. We will see if you have truly earned them - in due time.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


My power grows. My forces gather. The reckoning draws near...


Enough of this - release yourself!


You bloody fool! C'mere, beasties - fresh meat!


Ha! My, this place is fun.


Extende!


Closed Mouth Effort v7


<i>Fool. </i>You have fallen for his lies. We know that area well - there is nothing hidden there.


And I will <i>also</i> remind him that there is no such thing as 'false' hope. Only hope itself.


Brilgor was a refugee. No one sticks up for them at the best of times, and with Gortash in power...


An old resupply cache. Lolth-sworn drow... hasn't been touched in years.<br>


Still breathing, despite everything.


Please. I don't dirty my paws for anything less than pheasant. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm busy luxuriating in solitude.


How many <i>are </i>there?


Ignot. Look at that. No fire.


The farther you stray from Last Light, the stronger the curse becomes - and Moonrise is beyond where the shadows are darkest.


Saer.


Kill her.


Let me give you a hand.


Fools. Idiots!


YOU ARE WELCOME, PUTRID ONE. RETURN AGAIN TO TRY ANEW.


I pity you.


Imagine how he felt, then, when one of those precious spawn simply disappeared into thin air.


Halt!


Sounds like an easy choice to me.


My wounds are too much to bear.


Carrion sent you? <i>Shit.</i>


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


No. They seem to combine the obedience and strength of a golem with the precision and intelligence of their creator.


I believe it. This thing looks powerful.<br>


*As hard as you rack your brain, the symbol doesn't look like anything you've seen before.*


Now LEAVE.


Tuebor!


Really?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


All right here's one for you - did you hear about the rabbit that became a frog?


What the hells are you doin'? Get out of my head!


Effort v12


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Drunk


*You feel the biomechanical brain of the console process your command... and reject it.*


Horribilissimus!


Would you look at this place? Such a pastoral escape. Free of predators. Annoyances. <i>Obligations.</i>


*Whoever you are, you are not worthy of the secrets within.*


I have <i>such</i> a headache.


Now that's a lock that screams 'pick me'.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


<i>Please</i>. That isn't helpful. Art still has plenty of life in him. He's just been... hurt.


<i>A tincture distilled from a collection of rare mushrooms. They have subtle psionic influence.</i>


Rubbish! <i>Kill him!</i>


Incorrect. Judicious bloodletting settles feuds and roots out the weak - the <i>deceitful</i>.


I've got you. I'm here.


Origin Extra: Dying


Oh? And what condition is that?


If it ain't bad genes, it's too many years of salt in the eyes. Can't see further than a gull can shit.


This thing, that speaks inside me - it has all but destroyed me. But... it fears you.


Assuming something else doesn't kill me first.


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


Ugh - there's dust <i>everywhere.</i>


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


Effort v6


As much as I love a good natter, something is awry, isn't it? Auntie Ethel has a nose for these things.


Something obliterated his skull. What a mess.


Closed Mouth Effort


The situation demands more of you than any other, but you would not become an illithid in vain. Your transformation is the missing piece. It <i>must</i> be you.


Sticking my neck out again.


Vos curo!<br>v3


Pay attention.


Forget what Mystra wants - think about yourself, and what Lady Shar's power could do for you, Gale. Make the Lantern - spread her will.


Go right ahead.


We should put the debtor's attire back on. The consequences may prove violent, otherwise.


Do not go into the light.


You expect a githyanki to surrender? <i>Imbecile.</i>


That water looks tainted. Better to avoid it.


Why don't you come see for yourself? My home ain't far and I'll be there sharpish. Here. I'll mark it on your map.


Stuck in place, I see.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


That done, he sought out the vampire spawn released to the Underdark, that he may guide and protect them. Thousands follow him now, seeking a haven they might call 'home'.


Shame. Such an illustrious journey, ended by poor etiquette.


No... <i>NO!</i>


Here's to Smug. Nasty prick.


I don't like it, Zel'i. It doesn't feel right...


I bet you're pleased with yourself. Saving Ravengard and making a fool out of me in a single swoop.


Almost too easy.


Hands off, Mattis! I earned this!


This should help.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


A herd of vampire spawn, unleashed on the Sword Coast. What could go wrong?


A hasty burial is still a burial. A small mercy, but one these fallen would have been grateful for.


A hidden adamantine forge? Imagine the blades you could produce with that.


Time to kill the hag - permanently.


After everything you've been through, my <i>name </i>gives you pause? Please.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


In my name.


Can't have been easy to win her favour. Hats off to you.


Got my eye on you, gnome.


Been through a lot, but I draw the line at becoming a mind flayer. I'll sort it. I always do.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


The Blade of Avernus!


One of the refugees killed him. Cruelly, too - they cut off his hand, sawed right through the bone.


That took the edge off.


Take Wyll, for example. A man of the people, very palatable, like a sweet cider.


A great general, a greater man. Ketheric Thorm.


Bastards.


Morio!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Your friend is unsubtle. A dangerous trait. Are you sure you want her listening in on this?


Then we have no use for you.


Very well...


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


This is easy! We should open our own place in Baldur's Gate.


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


We must end the Grand Design.


Shadowheart. Shadow Heart...


Brother's... died on the road... man tried to buy...


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


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


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Only evil here is what's inside you, ranger.


Esurio!


Be careful - the best cheese sits in the deadliest traps.


Instead he bowed to the will of his god and traded it for a sad little boon. Pathetic.


<i>Good riddance.</i>


Still in control. Just.


I'm coming for you!


MY QUEEN! MAKE ME WHOLE!


*All it takes is a thought, and Minthara's essence dissolves. You are released from her mind.*


Attack<br>var 2


I'm sure you can.


*Wyll. His death weighs upon you still.*


*You've been caught lurking around the Sword Coast's most secure bank without permission. The guards are, understandably, upset.*


First <i>ghaik</i>. Now this monstrosity.


A poetic image indeed - the fabled Ansur, slumbering beneath the city he once protected.  Though obscured by the sands of time, such a legend may yet carry a grain of truth.


No, petal. You haven't.


Damn, that burns.


You're the one Jaheira entrusted to infiltrate Moonrise, aren't you? Gods be with you.


Invoco te<br>v2


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Then I can only apologise. I was not aware of this mission.


The Mistress would approve. Indicate which instrument calls to you, and let us put it to work.


Mystra is all magic. And as far as I'm concerned, she is all creation.


Only Wulbren couldn't leave the stories be - so he went and bloody <i>found </i>it. A small supply, tucked away down here with a manuscript.


It doesn't. We're an odd team, but we <i>are </i>a team.


'Fraid I'll have to ask you to stop there. Only Ettvard's allowed to use the basement elevator.


A gift from Cazador, written in flesh. I think it says 'mind your own damn business'.


Irretio in sphaera!


Silks from Cormyr, it says. Empty, though.<br>


*Yet there are mountains for climbing, ogre blood for spilling, and fellow warriors for fraternising. Yes - you could get used to that life.*


Refugees. <i>Outsiders.</i>


I enjoy the spectacle of a hanging, but if our enemies accuse Florrick of treachery, she may be a useful ally.


He's gone. Well - he was always good for a laugh.


My eyes!


I need to think a while.


What is this?


But you had best wait until we get to Moonrise. Otherwise you might be missing a guide through the darkness.


<i>He puts his hand over mine, steps closer to me. Hand on my waist now as he leans in and kisses me so softly, like he's savouring each sensation.</i>


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


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


*Your indiscreet killing has earned you a new foe.*


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


Just handing him over like that... I don't know. I hope we made the right choice.


There's something back there. I just need to find a way to it.


We grasp the nettle! We embrace the cycle that has begun to its fullest degree!


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


Boo knows the smell of fresh blood. The doer of this deed is still near at hand.


I've the plans and the sussur bark. Now I just need a forge.


Whatever Marcus hid beneath, it isn't budging.


Let me do it.


Closed Mouth Effort


An ally in need.


You... mean that to be comforting, I'm sure. <br>


The crèche is near, this much we know. We follow the path forward and into the valley.


Curious - what are those marks there?


In for a surprise.


Come on, you know I'm talking about their blood.


And if there's a chance, no matter how small, I'm going to take it.


Stay clear of those gith. Even the Blade of Frontiers has his limits.


The collar's trembling. Must be something nearby that's causing it.


Fall by my hand!


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


Macte virtute!


What a charmer.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


You almost said that without smiling.


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


This is it - hold them back until the spell is done!


'Perfect'.


I'm fine.


I wouldn't trust you with a dinner spoon right now, let alone a blade.


Yeah. The other arse-wipe said it was fine.


Perure!


Closed Mouth Effort v6


What a mess. Wonder if the goblins have anything valuable on them.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


You lot worry too much. Now, let's finish our drinks, yeah? I don't want to be late.


Absolute protect you.


<i>He sauntered in. 'Lord Gortash'. What a name. Conjured up like a cheap trick. Said he was back - for good - and he wanted to repay us for his childhood.</i>


Few can resist it without dying or transforming into shadow beings. You can try to journey overland if you wish, but I strongly advise you go <i>under</i>.


I've never seen a tree like that. The bark must be a rarity.


I really thought Shadowheart and Lae'zel might fight to the death over that artefact.


You are the tastes of my tongue. You are the ground beneath me and the skies above.


What's that in his pocket? Looks official.


Not a task I relish...


Forgive me. I was... caught up in the moment. But look - not a cinder on me.


I know.


Please leave. Our hospitality has limits - and they were crossed long ago.


See, Boo? They have made their repairs. The owner once used Boo to mop up her ale, and she and Minsc had a <i>discussion </i>on the matter.


Shadow Druids... To think we were rotting from within. I'm sorry. I need a moment.


Good. And, you know, keep an eye on yourself. If you start feeling loopy, shout. We don't know what these tadpoles are capable of.


Intactilis sum!


Blessings for the road ahead.


I'm the safer bet. Plus - you'll get to keep your soul.


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


I don't feel like trading today.


I don't intend to make a habit of conversing with my killer, so I will be brief.


*Your mind and body whine with disappointment. But your soul lets out a gentle thrum of relief.*


Didn't realise I needed your permission to kill the fucker who ruined my life.


Dying Burning


Death won't take me yet.


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


What do you want to know?


As I was contemplating his folly, I was spotted by a very ugly duergar.


Saw you arriving - almost put a hole in your boat. Don't make me wish I had.


Fungal spores... careful. Myconids are rightfully protective.


I've kept it safe the whole time. There's not even a splash of blood on it!


Admiring my beautiful barricades? Might not be pretty, but they'll stop a charging worg. <br>


You don't understand! The kid stole my locket! He... aw, the hells with this.


Ketheric is a frightening man. But you have something he doesn't: allies worth having.


Falling


I come here, for I wish to bring you a powerful tithe.


I have seen your behaviour before. The squirming, the avoidance. You are infected.


I'm sure, but what will it say?


So, lovely as it is you to have you back, mother - go away. You have work to do.


You cut 'em down clean - and as well you should. Kagha was a monster, poisoned almost the whole lot.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


If there be teeth, Minsc will be upset...


I guess you need this.


'Ere - you 'eard about wot happened on that last raid? Right so, some slob 'ad the drop on me...


What do you seek?


That doesn't look comfortable.


A cruel fate for such a wondrous being. Is there so little room for light in you, Shadowheart?


Silentium!


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


Time to kill the hag - permanently.


Recovered


Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Oh. Joy.<br>


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


*You've been caught casting suspicious magic. Hopefully it will help you in the fight to come.*


Is that a bone? What a treat.


The road to Baldur's Gate is west of the town. If we hurry, we'll arrive before the Absolute's forces.


Nothing but dirt.


Rakath... Glitterbeard...


<i>Of course I can. Of course... I... can...</i>


There is honour within you yet. I commend this.


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


Vincit qui patitur!


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


<i>Liar.</i>


Can we go to bed now?


If you head that way, you'll likely smell 'em or hear their drums before you see 'em.


Arcane lights. Of course.


*The amulet's spirit's granddaughter - she's already gone.*


Sir, our friends are trapped in that tunnel. My Beldron will... will die without help.


Whoa. That isn't good.


Mors animae!<br>v2


But if this is the way to Moonrise Towers, then this is the only path I've got.


True. But you are among friends. Whatever lies ahead, we shall face it together.


Watch your step.


*The creature approaches. This ground is forbidden to your kind.*


Sulphur. Of course! The rocks have been altered by hellfire.


So that's what you're scared of. With the Crown of Karsus reforged, I could take control of the Karsite Weave.


But you do not belong here. You have brought no offering. You are not fit to be judged.


Invoco te!


We survived one attack. Not sure we'd survive a second.


I have rarely dealt with devils, but Raphael does not seem dissimilar to the aristocrats of Menzoberranzan.


Say no more - I'll find the perfect book for you. I might even lend it to you from my library in Waterdeep.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


An illusion? Someone's hiding something...


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


Naturally, she didn't stand a chance. I dealt with her.


Shout


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


All too right.


You and that githyanki.


Who is... who...


We've made a powerful ally today.


Her name was Arabella. Picture her. How scared she was. And know - this will <i>hurt</i>.


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


*It's written in archaic Kozakuran - a rare version of an already-obscure language.*


Welcome to Sharess' Caress, where the only thing that goes down easier than our drinks is our courtesans.


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


Since you did... kill him. And I appreciate that part. So thanks.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


<i>Mystic Carrion awaits...</i>


*Druidic orders often fight dark forces, but you do not recognise the events depicted here.*


Body parts? Is this some kind of... display?


As luck would have it, we have the spear already. Time to move on.


I'd given you up for dead at the goblin camp - and our hopes along with you.<br>


Her... embrace.


And with such lovely company.


Hang on.


Better get to work.<br>


Bah, useless. Hold on.


Not keen on fighting its allies. Should've figured.


The Blade of Frontiers is no more. I will be Wyll Ravengard, son of Ulder, proud Duke of Baldur's Gate.


Resisto venenum!


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Effort v12


Recovered <br>V3


Effort v10


Closed Mouth Effort v3


*You sleep alone, uplifted by memories of your recent triumphs.*


Hells!


<i>There's no time to waste.</i>


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


<i>Yes, you did.</i>


Damn it all. I should've known better than to stray so close.


I'd have never dreamed of such insubordination.


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


I'm grateful to you for bringing me home. I was a fool to resist. I know better now.


Yoo-hoo! I'm ready to come out now!


There's sense in that. We're already more illithid than we should be. Best not to venture further in that direction.


Six handfuls of assorted mushrooms. You can never have too many mushrooms.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


This, though! Night sky, warm fire...


Another of those strange disks. Perhaps Lae'zel can shed some light on their meaning.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


The most interesting secrets are alway lurking just under the surface.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


Ahem.


What d'ya think you're doin'? Ya tryin' to get into my head? I'll teach ya!


She gave her self as she knew it so her friends could keep their souls - and she gained a new life in the bargain.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Good - its music might help restore him. Show it to him.


This has to be it. This has to be the Spear of Night. The weapon Lady Shar bid me to wield.


Ready for some good news.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


That's all I ask - thank you.


I've been awake for a hundred years. Let me rest.


A little gratitude would be nice.


Ah, right! Beg pardon - gotta give all visitors the ol' squinty eye, y'know?


Closed Mouth Effort v3


It's simple. My Lady Shar demands a sacrifice. One life.


Let the Absolute hear your prayers. Let the blood of Her enemies flow over you!


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


Haven't you figured it out by now, True Soul? I do not serve the Absolute. The Absolute serves me. Bow, you dog. BOW!


Was't your father a flounder?


*Here lies Sionn Greencloak. She loved the forest - may she find it once again.*


My wounds are too much to bear.


Looks like Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


Spell... Continual Flame...


Well, if it isn't Bad Reputation in the flesh. You're lucky I'm in no mood to give you what you deserve.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


That's because you've yet to find out what you're missing.


<i>Come, both of you. The future begins.</i>


What is this place?


I'll give it a shot.


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


You. Not supposed to be here. Leave!


My skill is required.


Sweet - a magic show! It's been ages since there was any fun in this city.


But I do trust you. And you can trust me.


Not a single parasite. Which means they've all been put to use...


We're close. I can feel it - the Absolute. Its power is strong here.


*As if following a well-worn path, your mind reaches out and knows where to <i>squeeze</i>.*


Stlarning shapechangers. Enough! Let us deal with these cultists - then find out where they are nesting.


Ah. The ra-gnax casement protecting your metallurgised-ised valves is burning well outside the recommended temperature. You are a highly outdated model.


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


No doubt, mate. But this ain't dragons, or demons, or anything else you might've faced. This...


A True Soul in such a grotesque form? The Absolute has a place in Her heart even for <i>darthiir</i>.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


A shapeshifter. Beautiful, but terrifying.


Freedom - both yours and mine, I'm hoping.


It's the Duke - come, we must get Ravengard out.


Githyanki make. No easy thing, to slip in and snatch from their strongholds.


Better not die on me.


*The corpse seems willing to speak - but not to its killer.*


Remarkable that this stayed hidden all this time.


I'm sure it would never come to that. A clip round the ear perhaps, but nothing you can't handle.


Dead, thank the gods. Could be me next, if I don't jump ship.


Lia, I'm so sorry.


<b><i>Hear me. Gather. The reckoning is upon us. </i></b>


What was that?! Are you all right?


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


Good work. Thought we had a fight on our hands.


Dying Burning<br>v2


If we are to write your legend in the stars, then we must first give you a name.


It's always a trick. Just go away.


That is both Chosen beaten, and their stones wrested from their grasp. But where they fall, the elder brain rises.


<i>But the larva is infused with strange magic. It appears to be in some form of stasis.</i>


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.


I welcome thee to the Devil's Fee - That's the spiel I give the more mundane customers.


These street trash need to watch their tone. I don't tolerate disrespect.


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


Bone Man was right. The Weave will take care of me. I just need to listen.


Yonas...?


Dying under this monastery would've been a shame.


Things between us and the druids are tense. If you could mediate - maybe convince them to let us stay, that would be a big help.


'Only a Patriar's Loss can open this door.'


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


I suppose so. Celebration's over - time to pick up the trail again.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Now, back to your revels. I have some details of your victory to rearrange.


<i>If you wish to acquire the ring later, you need only ask.</i>


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


*The merregon's mind is sealed. It doesn't even react to your attempted intrusion.*


*The corpse does not stir. It will answer no more questions.*


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


Ah. Yes. That.


Recovered


So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, Minthara?


I can't stop the bleeding, Bry.


Bugger it, no. I won't...


<i>A worthless kill - no sport. If this one was even slightly useful, I might spare her...</i>


I didn't find what I came here for - a way to remove the tadpoles - but I found the next best thing. I found out where they come from.


That's just horrible.


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


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


Lae'zel is a powderkeg - and Shadowheart was the spark.


My blood pounds. My heart races. I feel as though I sit on a knife's edge... What is this?


Vlaakith's red dragons. The <i>kith'raki</i> have come!


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


Prick ain't stopped caning those beasts, last I saw. And he still ain't broke through.


Do go find out the gossip, won't you?


Look at the sun. What do you see?


Swift as my feet can carry me.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


If I'd known they were leaving, I would have given them an extra helping.


Only the worthy.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Closed Mouth Effort v11


<i>Fortify your mind. Don't let anything in. </i>


Aye. He sniffed up Gekh's corpse. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing his skiff.


Still, you showed you're one of us by taking Mattis' ring. Never saw you coming, did he?


*Again, half-familiar images assail you. Forgotten memories, or waking dreams, you cannot say.*


Heavier than it looks. Wouldn't be very comfortable.


Trap. Watch your step.


Oof - I bet he broke his nose. Friendly place.


Your presence imperils us all. If any of us attempts to escape, our kin will die.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v10


I hear things, in my work. Like the rise of General Ketheric Thorm, Chosen of Myrkul, unkillable-tyrant-of-Moonrise.


Triumph after triumph, you have excelled in base villainy.


You gonna measure it?


No ogres. Good thing, too - they'd rip the camp to shreds.


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


I could use some healing.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


For every pleasure you took, a damned soul suffered in the Hells. You fed on the hopeless, the frightened. Souls so desperate, they sold themselves to a devil.


Well, let's cut to the chase. Go on. Tell me how much your silence is going to cost me.


I - I remember that bit. I think. She...  turned me to stone. Because of the Bite! Of course.


That cage won't last!


And if we did it together - if I came with you - who knows what we'd achieve?


This is a bad idea.


A prayer sheet. What's this symbol on it?


I tried telling Mr Rolan that he'd had enough too. He didn't like it then either.


Follow Minsc's lead! Do whatever the hells this is!


Supplies are short, but I can scrape enough together for everyone to have a bite of something solid.


May the gods take you first.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Not a wild-shape I have mastered - just yet.


Now, bugger off and let me do my damn job.


Canto te!<br>v3


Sphaera mortis!


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


I would have said I admire fungi as well.


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


But that's a problem for the future. What are we doing now?


Pulso!


Dodge
v2


We all kill what we love most, in time.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


*This was Cazador's private wing - no one was ever permitted in here but him. And the poor souls you brought him to feed on.*


Ta-ta for now.


The drama.


That's the way!


Dodge


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


The stone is in pain. We have to <i>go.</i>


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


A stranger who faced down the Vampire Ascendant and lived.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


N-no!


I have just the thing.


That did the trick. Nothing but ashes left of that jar now.


It's past the bridge, to the east! Big ol' gate, covered in ivy! Don't hurt me, mistress. Please!


I just hope my powers last long enough to see this through.


Et alibi!


I wasn't sure about you at first. Thought you might be trouble. I was very wrong.


These horns are a fine trophy. Hacked from the skull of a war devil.<br>


Better get to it.<br>


If you'll excuse me - I'd best get my people moving.


You'll, uh... remind me?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


And for that you have my gratitude - thank you, for doing His work.


What in the Nine Hells -


What do you want, Mizora?


Clearly.


Very well.


Is this just for decoration? Useless.<br>


Warded no more. Let's see what this door has to hide.


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


Let's use this.


One must be close at hand. We will comb the mountain pass and beyond.


If our love ends here, it was no less perfect for its brevity. I will remember it, and you, always.


A cleric of Eilistraee enters the Tabernacle, and my heart lifts with song. Be welcome.


It's broken, but not too badly.


Do it - dominate the brain. NOW!


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


*The thought is punished by a spike of pain driven right between your eyes.*


The drama.


Is drow society as the books say? It almost sounds tempting - matriarchal power, flourishing to its greatest extent.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Off I go.


<i>Kaincha</i> - another one.


--killer--
-KIN-
      -who are you----


Nothing but rocks.


Fine.


Come, let us free the bard from his adoring fans. And their rather accurate charges.


Zariel's sent goon after goon to hunt me down, but believe me when I tell you I'm not going.


An uneasy life awaits you. But know this:


Eating and drinking your fill before a few wicked deeds to Shar... I've missed these.


Please, stay with me.


<i>My beloved confidant and loyal companion, Rascal.</i>


Won't leave you.


Hm. Something shifted above?


We'd need to find it, first of all. No simple feat.<br>


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


I am doing my best to conduct my own research in its absence.


This blade's wicked look matches its deeds - poor Father Lorgan.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


<i>'Tharchiate Codex'... Seek the 'Tharchiate Codex'...</i>


Duergar corpses. What is this beast doing to them?


The witch is a traitor - turned her back on the Flaming Fist, the very people who raised her up!


You expect a githyanki to surrender? <i>Imbeciles.</i>


What will come now, I wonder?


Great big druid strolled in, too. Halsin - reckon he'll want a word with you. Once he's done with Kagha, anyway. When you're free...


She's, erm, perhaps a little rough around the edges... but I suppose I can be smooth enough for two...


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


Alas, our fledgling acquiantanceship has not yet taken flight. Such intimacy will have to wait.


Of course I am. But you no longer have me, and you never will.


Hold on! I'm coming.


Please, it can't be true.


There's so much I can't remember, yet I picked up these implements... I'd know exactly what to do.


<i>I can feel the brain - and not to be obvious, but it's hungry for power.</i>


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


Umbrae!


Slaying as great an enemy of my people as Minsc would normally be a great victory, but he was just another puppet of the cult.


Nimble's sad. Even the stones are sad.


Scorched ground - better watch out.


<i>No time to spare - a rift! Go inside its mind and destroy it from within! </i>


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Dead. And with him, the chances of lifting the shadows.


Mizora positively drips with passive-aggressive condescension.


<i>SILENCE!</i>


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


...and two glasses of water.


I may no longer serve Vlaakith, but I still attend to a collective - the allies of the Prince of the Comet. And, of course, the one we've made for ourselves.


Horribilissimus!


What now?


I have fought great wars before, in the service of other gods, and other powers. But for Myrkul, I would condemn all of Faerûn to death.


Effort


I don't. Don't see the point - staying informed seems <i>super</i> stressful.


Not a chance! We're getting her back on our own. Now, come on.


It could be inviting you to listen to the tale of its plight!


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


We just sent runners to the war camp, True Soul. This is bloody <i>it</i>.


But I know the truth, I see the change. You turned the pain of the damned into impossible pleasure.


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


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


No keyhole. Must be another way in.<br>


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


Unimaginable beauty.


*Like blood in a blister, Cazador's presence fills your mind. You accept it, bow to it, allow it to wash over you in a red tide.*


Jaheira has steel in her, I'll say that. It's not easy to walk away from immortality.


'Crack-<i>what'?</i> Gone gods, It's just a kitty-cat.


You're not abandoning her! Just redistributing your presence.


Just have to replenish our stock first.


Ab uno disce omnes!


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


You made a fine kill today, my friend - content yourself with that.


But we must address the hollyphant in the room. I can see how you avoid looking at me. I must be so terribly mutilated after all these decades of torture.


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.


*The way her stark white skin stretches over her sharp features gives her a distinctly otherworldly aspect.*


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


You know what? It probably is. Man has a talent for nuts and bolts. Weapons, too. Hopefully, whatever he's made really is helping defend the city.


I saw a very <i>large</i> heron flying overhead. I admit, it was rather beautiful.


As you wish. Better I impart the knowledge to you now, in case I fall trying to defend the grove.


Fish, mainly. But I found a few shiny bits in the latest catch. Willing to sell them for a fair price, if you fancy.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


No more chicken chasin'.  Seems like it's all about the money for <i>some</i>, and I ain't got any to bet.


A mailed fist? Great for a paladin - not so much for a warlock.


There. Perfect.


Which worg upchucked you?


Otherwise you might have a gut explosion on your hands.


To the rescue.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


This is the one who saved my life. So really, <i>they </i>owe you your gold piece.


The Absolute fell silent.


You're all right. My gods, you're all right!


Looks like we're out of options...


Detono!


No, no, no...


Inactive. It must need a power source.


Sister! Welcome! It is so good to see a new face.


Don't get blood on my clothes.


Recovered


Report to me upstairs when you're done.


I'm still hoping Kagha can be swayed from this madness. But if not...


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


*Your claims fall flat. Things could turn ugly here, very rapidly.*


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


<i>Slaves could slow us down - if they survive the curse at all.</i>


I think real hard and say some loud words and then it happens. Mostly.


Ugh. I will be picking pigeon from my boots for hours.


It knows this is the end of the road. Pay it no mind.


What? Are you sayin' it wasn't the Bite? But... bloody hells.


Hear that? Sounds like something's powering down.


I would. And I'd <i>enjoy</i> it.


It's... beautiful. Gods, what a sight.<br>


<i>Upward we go.</i>


Free... for now.


You told me devils only. She's - a tiefling. Not a monster.


The pursuit of intellect. Fun.


Te curo!<br>v3


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


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Guess we ought to rest up, eh soldier? If today's been any indication, tomorrow's going to keep us on our toes.


I'm trapped! Someone, open this door!


Mors certa!<br>v3


I'm so glad you understand.


A count to five is all I need.


Half-wit!


Does the Astral Sea come with an equally irritable goddess?


I thought you were going to help! I thought - I thought...


Effort v3


The Oak Father's work is never done.


*You don't know what he read, but it had an effect. His eyes are hungry, but pained.*


A subtle art.


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


Was that a click I heard? There's something about these plaques...


Aye. One of those Absolute crackpots. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing Gekh's skiff.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Aqua pura!


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Father, are you watching?


But there's a repellent logic in your words. You may notice things a noble gith does not.


In shadow... a gift from Cloakwood...


Leave me be. I'm waiting for someone - someone far more handsome than you.


The evidence speaks for itself. Brilgor killed Father Lorgan, then be it out of shame, or profane duty, offed himself with the same blade. Case<i> closed</i>, Sister Yannis.


I've nothing <i>against</i> Father Lorgan, Ilmater rest his soul.


Was this lump of flesh yours? Too late, stitched inside.


Nulla salus!


Can't believe I'm going to say this, but - I miss Scratch.


You have the makings of a leader. I believe you could inspire others to join our cause.


Well, it's no Baldur's Gate, but at least it's <i>some </i>kind of civilisation.


Well, it isn't the Mother of All Magic, lucky for you. You look terrible. Are you eating?


Hang on!


I'm not made of magic, you know.


Te video!


Let nature revitalise you.


Why confine ourselves to the pleasures of mortal flesh? It is but one stitch in a vast tapestry. Let me show you more.


Lihala said that's why eulogies were important. They were for the living as well as the dead.


Hm...


You took care of the goblins? Nice work.


So, I've been travelling with a vampire this whole time? And one that sees me as his next meal, at that?


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


You <i>flirt.</i>


It's the master's ascension. Once the ritual is complete, he is to be reborn, even more perfect and powerful than before.


Rotten luck. One moment, they're fishing. The next, murdered by monsters.


Hurt Critical


She took a few goblins with her, at least. A brave effort.


Closer... I need to get closer!


You brought hope, just as we'd lost it. But we're not out of this yet.


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


Got yourself in trouble?<br>


*Of one thing you may be assured - the world will be safe from the Crown's power, thanks to you - the illithid that defeated a Netherbrain.*


Oh, oh! I have an idea - why don't we play together?


Everthing's going dark.


Hmm. Well, I appreciate your honesty. If you trust me enough to confess this, in spite of our disagreements, that's no small thing.


*To your surprise, instead of ravishing you, he grovels with a howl of pining awe.*


Listen, you!


A fine entrance, your drowship, but we got orders. Lads, intruder!


*A single person applauds from the back of the room - probably out of pity.*


Falling<br>Var 3


Aye, well met, citizen! Oh, I mean, fellow citizen, I guess. Sorry - not used to retirement.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Ah... Rion? Minsc does not like to correct you, but... I think you are mistaken. Jaheira is not dead!


Doesn't do anything.


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


I should speak up.


Pathetic.


A false wall. What's behind it?


We were told to expect a True Soul - that Nightwarden Minthara would send someone with her lyre to summon a guide through the darkness.


Effort v10


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


A prayer sheet. With the same symbol as the one on the chest.


Voco arvina!


Remember - the Flaming Fist are here for <i>your</i> protection.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


I won't give her the satisfaction. I'll get my people clear of this - but on our terms.


If it's powerful acquaintances you're after, you have to look no further than yours truly.


Good to see a friendly face.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Effort v12


Being close to someone - any kind intimacy - was something I performed to lure people back for <i>him</i>.


An illithid! I thought I'd left them in the Underdark!


Enough. If anyone befouled this place, it is you - by sowing division, hatred - <i>death</i>.


First step, save the city. Then, save myself. And last but not least: dinner with an old friend. What more could you ask for?


Astarion, you have a remarkably healthy gleam in your eye, for one arguably closer to death than life.


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


Let's have a look.


In the cellar. You can get down there through Brother Donnick's kitchen. Good luck.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v3


<i>That's</i> what was in there? Those little shits.


Right - let's keep moving.


Finally, Baldur's Gate is free of those bloodsuckers. You made the right choice.


The Control Centre is straight on through. You can't miss it.


I have a bad feeling that dead elf is Halsin.


*Her mind is certainly an enigma... but would you wish it any other way?*


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I don't leave my house now without a blade - the hell is this city coming to?


Netherese magic, huh? Sounds right up Gale's alley.


My Mother Superior sent me.


That can wait.


I already wish you had - then perhaps you would have demonstrated some of the spine I sought to instil in you. <i>Aluve.</i>


Maybe we can pawn off some of the stuff we find here - we could use the coin.