Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Fine, take it.


Friends. And Wulbren. He... he...


The ringmaster of the whole operation. Cultist gutted her.


As you wish. Take a moment to soak the view. I doubt you will be privy to it again.


Sarin is... silent, now. I think. At rest.


Your world has strange customs...


If you lust for blood, so be it - though scouting may be the wiser option.


*Aside from the wounds of battle, you can't see anything unusual.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


It's a floatin' <i>eye</i>, mate. What do you reckon? Bloody spyin' on us.


*Your parasites resonate. You feel Lae'zel's ecstasy as she moves to kneel before your Undying Queen.*


Stop it! I know you want to help her, but I can't let you find the antidote.


Hang on - we're at a strategic disadvantage here. Better to take down those machines, <i>then </i>rip Gortash's throat out.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Locomotion<br>var 3


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Extende!


Fresh, you say? I checked the last lot in a bucket of water - they all floated.


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


Please. That thing in your chest made you more powerful than you could ever have dreamed of. I conspired to  give you a gift, and you're <i>furious </i>about it.


Bit of a mess you're in.<br>


Going quiet.


Bow your head, slave. You remember how, don't you?


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


By your command.


You are permitted in here. Do not confuse that with being welcome.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


A mind flayer dummy. Good for practising on.


Scratch! It's good to see you boy.


Clause F, Section Nine: <i>'Soul-binder shall bestow reward or favour only upon soul-bearer's fulfilment of related obligation.'</i>


Mum made the best apple pie.


Soon it'll be mine. And with Lady Shar's blessing, it will become even greater.


This contraption is powered by magic, but its magic seems to be gone - or dormant.


<i>My chances of success would have been improved by your presence. But no matter, I will do what must be done. Alone. </i>


Something to turn the tide.


Attack<br>var 2


Obedi me!<br>v2


Aye, now that's a beat! Needs drumming, though - got some skulls inside you could use. Go on.


Open up.


Attack


The Gondians think they're the only ones fit to swing a hammer round here. They're wrong. One day they'll learn that the hard way.


Oh no.


Very well.


I guess you need this.


What a wonderful, jubilant, glorious day.


Who? Oh yes - Jara. I will miss her coin, it's true. Though perhaps this is not what you meant.


Astarion, bring forth your undead warriors!


Meenlocks. Wretched beasts.


I won't hear of it. Your conversation is payment enough.


You, though? You're one of them - technically speaking, I mean. They won't kill someone carrying their parasite.


--- not much time - left - this mind cannot bear US
-- Turns to liquid --- Listen close -


Argh. I'm so sorry.


Something's on my mind.


These artsy tossers always have friends in high places. That's why they're valuable.


You had better. Or I'll cut you into little pieces and serve you with a slice of lemon.


A hidden door? Time to poke around a bit.


No! I still had more to do with him! Guess I'll have to give his due to you, eh?


You are as gracious as you are skilled. My advice? Destroy the lamp. Toodles!


I obeyed to the best of my ability.


Effort v6


Not so - it's <i>magic.</i>


If you were sent here to hunt him, perhaps you can help me.


Ilmater's ashes, but I hope you're half the fighter you look.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


I'd wish you a bright future, but since you cannot escape your own company, that would be a futile gesture.


A hook horror, by the sounds of it.


You are <i>ghaik.</i>


So - assuming you're more willing to take my words to heart from now on - what can I do for you?


The right of these prisoners to die in mortal combat was stolen from them.


I think we have enough to be getting on with without the small-talk - don't you?


I didn't realise you were frightened of wolves, Shadowheart.<br>


Perhaps next time we shouldn't poke the mysterious ox.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Well, no tentacles yet. I suppose we can consider that a success.


Slain Dark Justiciars. Still where we left them to rot, all those years ago.


A fine death, Unholy Assassin.


Not again.


An outsider. Just what we needed.


Pardon! Wouldn't do to phlegm all over Lord Gortash during my first performance, would it?<br>


I wager diplomacy may be in order. I could use a breather.


This toy resembles those we found in the barn. Careful.


This stuff's ancient. Abandoned to the elements for a long time, I'd say.<br>


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


This stupid, useless Fist said she had a lead, but she must have been sucking dream mist or something.


Witnesses! Sent by my lord to observe my craft.


All that pain, for the sake of Ketheric's enduring power. Sickening.


Perhaps that's how we would have ended up, had our nautiloid not been attacked.


No offence, but... I mean, how would that even work now?


You're the one who taught me rule number one, remember?


Finish them off!


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Stuck fast. Got to be another way to open it.<br>


Don't make me triple your quota, Gondian. Back to work.


I'd be careful, little waif, we don't all play nicely.


Curious setup. Think I'll keep my distance.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


*Here lies Gertrude 'The Monsoon' Rafferty<br>She came and went like a natural disaster*


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


I watched you consume his mind.


Finally free. I must find my kin.


*The voice is irresistible. Every word is drenched with a power and authority that you do not understand, but cannot deny.*


There is an admirable harmony to the Society of Brilliance. Beings of all sorts, united in the pursuit of intellect...


Your fall was as spectacular as your birth - the purest Bhaalspawn there ever was, ruined by her own hubris.


You louse, you mite!


HOO!


Oh, boo-hoo, says Boo!


The stolen boots will do nicely as proof. And a True Soul like yerself could name her prize then, I reckon.


... truly? I don't know what to say.


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


And if that doesn't work, well, we'll need protection on the road.


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


Then our interests align. We must all cure ourselves - of the entire cult of the Absolute.


Hmmmm. You have used the wizard well.


Now come, and be heedful. The shadows are watching.


It's done.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


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


That is <i>vile</i>. My tongue may never be the same!


Trapped, I see. Hold on, my love.


You have no idea. If I weren't so worried about killing you, I'd be in a puddle on the floor.


This is my final lesson. I leave you now, to dwell on your mistakes and make your choice.


We mostly trade in noblestalk, and my fool of a fella Baelen never came back with any.


Please - come speak with me in the cave. I have an urgent matter to discuss with you.


If anyone was gonna look even better with tentacles, it was gonna be me. Let's do this.


Only in <i>death</i> are the infected cleansed.


You'll be aware then, that your friend is on borrowed time.


((*Rot is cleansed. breathe free*))


Forward, then. No curse will keep me from purification.


Wyll? Gods, it pains me to look at you. By Balduran's graces, why have the Hells ordained you to save me?


Miss your mummy, do you?


*The madness tugs at your mind, prods in places best left untouched. You feel your wisdom begin to drain...*


I just don't know how to say it...


Though not all have returned.


This ain't the party, mate - no foolin' around. Get back down.


If that's the only way of putting an end to this gods-forsaken mess, I will not fail you.


All I need do is ensure you never return to him, and that sweet idiot will soon come searching for you.


Oh! What is <i>in</i> that?


Be that as it may, my trust is yours.


He blinked. A code perhaps?


Is someone crying?


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Ouch. Well-earned.


We'll never know unless we take the risk. A calculated risk, mind.


The girl must learn the ways of the arcane - but she shan't remain here.


That's the spirit - better people spit your name than not say it at all.


If you're poking around this gods-forsaken place, you must have someone in Moonrise, too. Hope you find them.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


We could always return it. Or maybe...


All trash, no treasure.


After everything, I think I've earned it.


Pay attention.


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


*Here, the chaos of the world is dimmed. Here, the violence of life is pacified. Here, there is order.*


Half that crowd up there aren't getting their coin. Some will go quietly out the front door...


Victory v2


Watching gods - the Blade of Frontiers? <i>Wyll?</i> What happened?


Anyway. We live. For the moment.


Don't just stare, Gale. That mouth of yours can do better than just hang open, I'll wager.


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


'Fraid they're all gone. Should've come around sooner.


Shout


Buff


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


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


Faithwarden! What happened?


Have some respect. This <i>really</i> isn't the time to talk.


By the Exile - gone again!


Hag can't have gone far.


Lost your footing, have you?


Arcane lights. Of course.


I'll tend the sanctuary 'til the real druid is ready to return. Make sure that happens, eh? I'm still just an apprentice.


It appears you have been chosen, <i>vin'iisk</i>. How lucky you are.


What now?


C'mon, show me. I just wanna look.


Ravengard's good as dead. And to think, there's no way to save him.


Hey, you!


Did you see that horrible man run away? Shouting about sacrifices... Definitely had one too many. Not like me.


Thanks, soldier. Your support means I've got one less thing to worry about. That means a lot to me.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Oh. Well. I'd call you rude, but I have the misfortune of owing you my life.


Then again, the best defence is a good offence.


The power of the Absolute, of course! Priestess Gut will tell you all about it and make sure you have everything you need.


But you've solved both those problems in one go.


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


No more features.


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


They've started a ritual to cut the grove off from the world outside.


Yet another unwelcome opportunity to contemplate this ghastly abattoir.


Probably not the last time that'll happen.


Snore
zzZzz


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Oak Father, let me heal all.


It gladdens me to hear you say that. Perhaps I can show my gratitude another way - by demonstrating exactly what ascension will mean to me. To <i>us.</i>


Pallida mors!<br>v2


You would... truly?


We shouldn't be seen together. I'll get to the grove on my own.


I've still got one good eye. That's all I need.


On my honour, I'm not sure yet I can say the same.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


Ngh... it's getting stronger. We must be close.


As are we all but this is the hand fate has dealt. We will carry them in our hearts.


Hello! I'm here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep to participate in this evening's activities. He would like me to assure you all that I am anatomically accurate.


A blemish in the Absolute's design.


No passage this way, I'm afraid. Turn back - it's for your own good.


Attack Critical<br>


Of course.


A profane tale. These lies must perish with the prince who told them.


If. I. <i>Must.</i>


It almost isn't fair, striking down a lunatic. But for someone as dangerous as you, I'll make an exception.


Go now child. Slaughter your sister, Orin. Take your rightful place as Father's heir.


*The druids turned to the Harpers for help. Unusual for such a territorial group.*


I might be a monster, but at least I <i>regret </i>it.


If Gortash is dead, it'll mean the other dukes will be vying for power again. Plague take all of 'em. <br>


This 'stone lord' and Minsc are one and the same? Jaheira's friend has taken a dark turn, it seems.


A brilliant choice.


Still. You looked so peaceful. I wanted to go wherever you were. But I'm me, so I did a lap of camp instead.


I've heard so many songs about you. 'Endless Blade' might be my favourite.


So why are we still waiting, Majesty? Why have we not left?


It it abominable that you still live: you who has cost us so much. The murderer of light.


Falling<br>Var 2


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Up. Hurry!


And gods forbid it should be <i>you</i> who's kept in the dark.


I should've closed my eyes.


((*the drow sought to shatter our Circle. now his flesh may feed its growth*))


It's a family business.


Bhaal will never restore you, abortive spawn.


An eyepatch. Wonder who it belongs to - or <i>belonged</i> to.


The usurper is dead. So much for 'Circle Glut'.


Need to stay strong... need to shut out the pain... shut out <i>everything</i>...


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Selûnite symbols. They're just like the dwarf's poem described, and from the looks of it they can be rotated.<br>


Some bloody help.


Got to kill the slave and fetch back the leather, or the bosses in Moonrise'll have Thrinn's hide.


Touch me 'n I'll bleed ye out.


The story is true - Orpheus is free. And right here, right now, we are writing its next chapter.


The Zhentarim - mercenaries and cut-throats. Useful friends, if you can afford them.


*If you didn't seem guilty before, you certainly do now. Turn yourself in, or face the consequences.*


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. Her horns look like snakes, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


With haste.


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality. Maybe I can use it against him?


Give her a moment.


For thy fate to be sealed, thou must take action.


If I'd realised you were so gullible, I'd have tricked you into selling your soul for a pocketful of beans when we first met.


Damn. Find another way inside!


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


<i>PERISH!</i>


Hm. Wonder if that's of any use.


Criterion two: survive that thing in your skull.


Keep your underpants clean, Uktar. We're playing host to a hero.


I've got one!


<i>I am Karlach. Karlach Cliffgate. Of Baldur's Gate.</i>


But best to take one terror at a time, hm? I've used enough of your time - the lady awaits.


One way or another, got to reach the top.


Dying Burning<br>v3


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


I - you know, I have no idea what to do with you.


We <i>could</i>. It would just be a very short one.


*The monk-like githzerai, sibling race to your own githyanki. The only beings your people hate more are the illithids themselves.*


Let's start with one and see how it goes.


Go on, then - face them. We will resume our discussion when I am ready to forgive you.


Ubi es?<br>v2


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


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


Attack


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Well I care for that even less. Let's make sure we prevail, then.


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


You're joking, right? That thing's one of a kind.


A quick rummage.


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


They welcomed us in. Trecherous snakes...


Just waiting to venture forth here.


Damn that djinni. Where <i>am </i>I?


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


Hello, world.


Lae'zel! No - this is not where you fall, child of Gith.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


But rest assured, thine allies have not seen the last of thee.


I do not appreciate being reptile bait. And the djinn will not appreciate being annihilated.


<i>Quiet</i>. Child, go.


Hmm. <i>Sad</i>. I couldn't let myself feel sad in the Hells - letting my guard down would've been a death sentence.


Well look at you. I bet you were a <i>powerful </i>weapon in your day.


Sorry to burden you like that before. I should just try to remember the good days, before we had to leave Boareskyr.


Effort v6


*You feel Shadowheart's anxiety. The weapon the Absolute seeks - it's the artefact that she carries. The same one that protected you as you entered the goblin camp.*


Do me a favour? Box my ears in. I can't listen to any more whining about 'missing letters'.


*The device possesses immense, but unfocused, power. If you fail to direct it towards the tadpole, your faculties could face permanent harm.*


The gods fight over her, but is she truly that special?


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


And away I go.<br>


Do you feel as flattered as I do? Invited to dine with a devil...


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Gods! What a bloody day.


Look, all I'm asking is you clean up your act. If they stop writing about you, they'll have space for puzzles again.


Let the Moonlantern light your way, friend.


Victory v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


<i>I see. I will remain here if you decide otherwise.</i>


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


Dying Freezing to Death


I can think of at least one place it could go.


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


What's inside?


Poor thing. Poor baby. Gods!


Oh bother. There's some obstacle in the way. I shall need a more robust implement.


Thank you for all you've done for us - for me. But I have to ask... what are you doing <i>here?</i>


Oi - you again. <i>Staring </i>again. If I end up in that rag of a broadsheet, I know who to blame.


You've kept your honour, friend. Even if our enemy has every <i>other</i> advantage.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


He's over there, but he's in a bad mood...


Morere!


Without knowing... without feeling... choking on darkness...


If this map is accurate, this is Elturgard. Baldur's Gate is some ways still.


City's teem with life. Rats, pigeons, flies - they count no less, for all their more pestilent qualities.


I don't think the children could cope with being homeless again.


We're not lost. Just taking in the view before continuing on our way.


Signum arcanum!


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Fine, Emperor, we shall go no further. My allies are little use to me with burst skulls.


What're you lot waiting for? <i>Get 'er!</i>


Beheaded. Whatever secrets this githyanki knew, the Sharrans made sure its corpse couldn't reveal them.<br>


Come at me you fucking shades.


Blasted dog. You dare ignore me?<br>


Dying


Just try to keep them out of trouble.


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


May the gods take you first.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


*Your words are suitably persuasive. It seems you're free to go.*


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


I hear the gods enjoy taking on the form of swans, horses, eagles and the like when visiting with mortals.


Another trick up my sleeve.


<i>We must go to the helm. We must navigate the ship. We must leave this place.</i>


It has been a while since a fellow Unholy Assassin walked in the temple. I cannot wait to see you work.


She's - she's all right? Thank the Stern himself!


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Lots of blood, yes, but doesn't look like she fought her killer. Strange.


Dror Ragzlin's a True Soul. Lucky 'im, eh?


Fireplace isn't real. What's hidden behind it?


*In darkness, beauty is equal and wealth unseen.*


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


Effort v9


The Stone Lord plans to rob the Counting House, and the Guild are expecting him. That is a fight I would like to witness.


Huh. Where's Wyll?


A... shapeshifter. Shush your tears, children - it is not your clown we carved up.


Still me - even after everything.


Someone needs help, I see.


Can you hear what I'm thinking, oh Absolute? 'S dirty.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Dum vita est, spes est!


Listen, you!


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


The undead is unmade. Made dead, I mean.


The printing block has never been so hot!


But I'm gathering what I can from my people. A reward - because I have something else to ask of you.


Mortalis!


Is it that obvious?


Quod dico face!<br>v2


A shame that Minsc had to die. I sense he could have been an ally to us, had circumstances been different.


A hobbyist detective? I can't fault the drive - I read the Baldur's Mouth crime reports like a starving wereboar before I worked for the Fist.


'Tis a most curious mind yond enters a prison cell of its own will.


I've not felt the presence of the Shadow Weave like this since we left behind that cursed darkness. We must be on our guard.


Best move fast.


Dying Freezing to Death


Needless to say, Oskar won't be having anything more to do with the supernatural. One possession is quite enough for any marriage.


Only ask.


Broken. Need to find another way.


Master wants me to cut up piggies? Only a magical shite can call me. Grab one, and I'll teach 'em the spell. It's nasty - like me!


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


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


Butthir... found Grukkoh... found Absolute...


But I've worked myself to the bone for this. Few can match me - in either magic or talent.


Oi, barrel-rat! Back away from the bars or I bite off one of 'em fingers!


*No will sparks behind his eyes. His mind has been hollowed out, to better echo the commands of the collective.*


Brace yourself!


I'll give it a shot.<br>


You're infected too, child? How fortunate you crossed my path. Take a seat.


Good thing too, I'll need someone with your wits for my next trick. Now, where <i>are</i> you...?


As long as the Undying Queen reigns, I am never to soar unbound over the Astral Sea, never to cross the One in the Void.


What kind of contraption is this?


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


Well, that's interesting.<br>


The disc shifted when I moved something from the altar - must be connected.


Dangerous? It's a goldmine. So many pockets to pick.


Only in Vlkaakith may I find light.


Then you're as bad as him.


Let's get you on your feet.


Come. Step forward. You are no sister, but that matters none. Every student is welcome.


This song is for Lihala... my teacher. She - she died on the way here. I <i>need </i>to get this right.


Ah. A display of the well-known githyanki arrogance. I am not sure my experiment can cure that particular affliction, but give me time and I will find a way.


Look at it run!


After enduring Ravengard's slovenly manners for so long, I was rather hoping our next duke might be of high-born stock.


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


It's where Gortash stores his playthings. His keepsakes. But I am his trinket no longer.


Wonder who was inside...


...Well, I didn't say that. But you'll need to be more specific, mate. Absolute's blessed us with three.


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Gods, the building's on the verge of collapse!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Well well, it likes you. Whatever the hells it is.


<i>That seems measured. I'm measured. Aren't I?</i>


Hmm.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


Weapon blueprints. A master blacksmith's work.


You think me a fool? That I would allow anyone to usurp me, speak the words, and ascend in my place?


- I will leave nothing behind but meat and shattered bone.


A friend met on the road, my lady. I told you of the stranger in the swamp?


Any <i>ghaik</i> auxiliaries must be quashed.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


You make a Butler blush!


Quite a door. Though what's behind it is a touch underwhelming...


A single mortal soul... tossed as the errant coin. So it shall be.


Unless, of course, you are looking for a job.


That loser? Don't bother. I don't even want to think about him after what he did.


This shadow curse is deadly. I hope it's been contained.


Attack Critical<br>


This is all worthless...


P-please. Can't I say anything...?


I need a moment for the two of us.


You can do it.


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


Could be any moment.


You spherical git.


I... I miss home.


This is no simple fever. This is ceremorphosis.


Ready and waiting.


Oh joy. Leftovers from Moonrise Towers.


A rune. But for what?


*You're well acquainted with ruses like this. The elf is trying to distract you.*


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


It'd take an age to hack through all this.


*Fiends will tremble at your sight as you tear your way through Avernus. You will take their horns and tails as your trophies.*


Oh, we are, are we?


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


So the rumours are true then... the Dark Lady has blessed you. Most curious.


Impressive.


I doubt a bear this size went down without a fight.


*The world around you comes into focus. Whatever this place, you know Vlaakith's protocol: you must locate a githyanki crèche.*


We're all safe, Rolan - that's what matters.


I don't care how big they were, I'll give them a piece of my mind.


Pass, then. But I will be watching.


*You can tell the blood is washing away, but your heart mourns its loss so dearly.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


We have to make this right.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Fun fact - musical instruments can also be used to murder.


All right. Fine.


Attack<br>var 4


In the darkness, the old become young, the ugly become beautiful, and sins become virtues. Who would not wish for that?


Certainly.


HIS FAITHFUL DEPARTED.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


I hope your queen values the treasure she has in you.


Better for the world not to find out at all, I think. And certainly better for Gale that <i>Mystra</i> does not.


I fly, but not through the sky. I say goodbye at night and hello in the morning. I am part of you, and follow wherever you go.


Never felt an earthquake in Baldur's Gate before. What the <i>hells.</i>


A house of healing, for all the good it does anyone now.


Oh, praise the Three! Minsc was afraid he had shamed myself. I will, eh, leave a penny at the bar.


Something is amiss. Perhaps we should go no farther.


Wait. That's it.


There are people here. Children.


He understood that if the cult were successful in raising an army, Baldur's Gate would be doomed.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Given the noise you made last night, I'm sure they already know.


This way.


Play on! Play on and soothe my soul!


But that's the least of our problems.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Using a five finger discount.


I am no longer tickled. He has finished with his laughing - I hope now he can smile. Quietly.


Yes?


THIS IS GOING TO HURT


All right, then.


Cheer up, Minsc - this is about the greater good. Maybe your hamster will explain it to you one day.


I imagine she will have something to say about the matter. If we must return, let it be with blades bared.


Ira!


What... what was that?


There'll be more coming. Goblins hunt in packs.


Such hoarding of wealth. A tomb for riches that could be put to better use.


Hmm. I was wondering why you always smelled like a wealthy dowager.


Oh, tsk'va, what did you do? What did you do?!


What is it, Mr Dekarios? You look like you've seen a ghost.


Harpers are awfully <i>optimistic </i>about their plans. Ask me - plan for the worst.


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


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


Art requires focus.


Eh. Nah!


Good for you. I happen to care a very great deal.


I must - need to <i>go.</i>


I am not here just to help you.


These must be the secret tunnels Lorgan was using... His name's written next to them.


A blunt blade like you is not fit to carve Bhaal's glory. Thick-headed and foolish, to let the Banite's airs corrupt you.


*Suddenly, you feel hundreds of spiders crawl down your spine - a warning from Lolth not to displease her again.*


This stuff's seen better days...


I should probably start getting used to the shadows again. Who knows how long I have left in the sun?


Good - conserve your energy.


Do they? I'm not sure either of us can say one way or the other. We don't know what the costs might be, just yet.


Piss-addled pontificator.


I suppose that's something.


<i>Duke Ravengard is held in the security wing.</i>


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


Hardly a welcoming sight.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


We came through the shadows together. That's not an experience one forgets.


I expected Nightsong to be overjoyed after killing her 'fair-haired fool'.


O most royal one! Jubilant day! I have found your vile self at last!


Spurious prune-tart.


Prayers for the fallen. We are burning their belongings so they may fight on in the afterlife.


Spare me your bleeding heart. Unless you'd like me to pluck it out and show it to you.


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I've no right to ask more of you... but if you could help me, I'd be free to join your journey to Moonrise.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


We have to find it first. I doubt he's just left it lying around.


*Confidence surges through you. You feel like there is nothing you can't do, no one you can't win over. Even this totem of your former goddess is briefly swayed.*


Chk - the gnome's well and truly mad.


I have emptied my hearts of falsehoods.


Hahaha! That'll teach you<i>, vamp.</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I'll bleed every last one of you!


Very well.


*The guard is impassive. Your little speech was unconvincing.*


Hm? I heard something move up above.


This chest is deeper than it looks... A double bottom. Of course.


Pay attention.


Cheers!


I'm still thinking about Karlach. About what she said.


And without so much as a stirring from our tadpoles.


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


A brain in a jar...


Looks like that hurt.


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


All right. Let's see what happens.


Don't do that.


Don't give me trouble now.


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


Fuck <i>yes. That felt </i>amazing<i>.</i>


Lord Gortash has been expecting your arrival. Please hold a moment.


And that goes for novices too!


It's given up the ghost. It won't go anywhere like this.


Gods, the horror of being forever locked away. The grave would have been a more merciful fate.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Into battle.


Just - tossing the ball around.


Oh, goodie. Now we can go see Gortash, dangle this stone in front of him, and watch him beg before we slit his throat... right?


The Netherbrain will not delay its Grand Design on account of your indecision.


You're siding with that monster against your own people?


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


On my way.


How about this?


And so will you, if you ever interfere in my business again. <i>That </i>I promise you.


This'll help.


Shadowheart? What happened? You were missing for a moment.


*A fantastical story. You would never have believed Orpheus lived, had you not seen him with your own eyes.*


Whoever it is, good luck to them. Those Absolutists won't stop just because there's a power vacuum.


*Raphael's warlock, Korrilla, mentioned a diabolist who aided Gortash. This cheerful woman doesn't seem the likeliest candidate.*


Look after this city, my friend - my place here is no more. But I know it is in good hands.


Don't stand too close. If I'm seen with you, no one will speak to me, let alone interview me.


Forget it - it's blocked from behind.<br>


*This playground belonged to Godey - a skeleton sadistic enough that Cazador left him in charge of 'discipling' you and the other vampire spawn.*


Nope. 'Cause I ain't a little coward.


The Underdark - a foolish place to hide contraband, even for a Zhent.


Well. That's that, then.


The cranes, I say. Do I have to think of everything myself?


Timmask and torchstalks. Great.


I want to go home...


You, who destroyed the vampire lord, but released thousands of his spawn?


Got to go - this whole place is about to blow sky-high.


Hi. Hi! You made it.


Not her first death, or her last. Is there no end to her suffering?


I slinked, of course.


Something to turn the tide.


Want! Bite!


Aradin and his lot were looking for the same entrance - they sought an artefact called the Nightsong that was supposed to be housed somewhere down there.


Tried the priest, but she says the Absolute'll set me right in time for the next raid.


You dare end one who belongs to me?


This means a crèche is near.


Well then, ain't it time you start moving again?


Don't linger.


I'll keep my doubts to myself...<br>


...Yeah, she's not coming back.


Ah, a sorcerer! Such relief - I know one of your prowess will have no issue escaping.


But hearin' that just one person doesn't hate me. That one person forgives me, makes the load so much lighter.


Be careful. They look brittle as old bark, but they're vicious.


*Your mind lurches into her thoughts. You feel her gratitude, but also guardedness. And above all, a will to survive.*


Incommodum!


<i>I do think it's our duty as citizens to reflect on Lord Gortash's life now he's passed...</i>


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Then you've made your choice. You supplicate to the ocean or you are sucked down, down, down.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


I'm doing the best I can. Please don't abandon me.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


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


It was worth a shot. Could have been other dogs in the area.


A test - yes, you must be. The Absolute bade you to try Nere's faith.


There's only one place I'm finding a sussur tree: the Underdark.


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


You won't be waiting long.


She's done half the Harpers' job for them already.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Ulma, gather your hunters! It's time to slay some monsters.


And to think - you were the source of my joy. I <i>trusted</i> you.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


I suppose you gith know something about these things...


Baldur's Gate lies that way. We may not return here - better see to any unfinished work before we depart.


Something didn't like that.<br>


If I must.<br>


I knew I was right about you beasts.


Thank the gods for the Watch. Who knows how many killings there'd be otherwise?


As many as there are stars in the sky.


You! Outsider! You poisoned us!


No one's going to win, because there won't be a fight.


*What was once a living bear is now a dead elf. You fear the worst - could this be the Archdruid of the Emerald Grove...?*


<i>I see. I will remain here if you change your mind.</i>


Ketheric's been studying something called the Apostle... but of which god?


Dying Deep Exhale


Go on, now. The General is not a man to keep waiting.


I'm glad you chose me. But I'm sorry it comes at the cost of Wyll's heartbreak. Let him down easy, all right?


*Your honesty is commendable, but doesn't calm the situation. The guards will deal with you.*


... yes, Zevlor.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Better be cautious.


Impossible. You leave your stamp everywhere you go. Just look at me - absolutely besotted.


Gith hunters. That must be why that device sounded out.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Obedi me!


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Left his dagger... Careless...


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Damn knots...


No pay. None at all.


I reckon I should start a fire.


Tell me - why have you come here?


No! You... you twist the teachings. In harmony, we perish. In shadow, we are <i>pure</i>.


Sine metu!


Another doppelganger. Shush your tears, children - it is not your clown we carved up.


Something's spooked the dumbshits. So stop your jawin', and get to workin'.


<i>No more tadpoles, brain. It's time to die. </i>


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


Hear me.<br>


Pleasure to have met ya. Praise the Absolute!


I don't fear death. But this is not our day to die.


You are speaking of my home, spawn. It is pleasant to be reminded of it.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


Stupefacio!


Attack


Escaping fate happens to be my speciality.


Te curo!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


Overseer, please - we are engineers, not killers...


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


No, no, no...


Fiat lux!


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


*He procured several parts of a worm gullet, but rinsed one in error. The poison he brewed was noxious - but not fatal.*


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


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


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


Lost your footing, have you?


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


Good idea, I think.


Take this. It is a <i>qua'nith</i> - a psionic detector.


People like <i>you</i> make what I do so much harder.


The Astral Plane can give you that. But you cannot delay the inevitable forever.


A Selûne prayer book. Hmm, well she didn't answer any prayers from this place.


Oi!


It's just ahead - I can see the way out!


Not quite the outcome we were expecting, is it?<br>


Is that Volo?


Damn thing's too heavy.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


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


Very well.


The Mother Superior even gave me elocution lessons. Helped me blend in.


*Exposed to the limitless horror of your dreadful imagination, Minthara's mind buckles, snaps... and then burns hot.*


Very violently done, that.


*The hole yawns back at you, impossibly wide - a single tentacle burrowed through stone.*


Cave circulum!<br>v3


They're not attacking. Must think I'm one of them.


Aye, True Soul?


*An illithid console, dull and inert - to you, at least.*


I'm what one might call a wizard prodigy, who from an early age could not only control the Weave, but compose it, much like a musician or a poet.


That doesn't look comfortable.


Invoco te<br>v3


Resarcio!


Shocking little creatures, aren't they? Still, there's quite a bit more to them than most accounts allow.


Ale me!<br>v2


*The frightened myconid circle conjures mildewed vines. They encircle and transform the duergar.*


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


If you think those spawn will stay in the Underdark, you're a fool. We'll see them soon, mark my words.


*Your prayers fade away. Nothing comes to you in return - no soothing presence, no spiritual embrace. Only darkness and silence.*


I'm a perfect copy. He only ever wants to sleep with himself. What's better than the devil you know, eh?


Then you know I heed his wisdom. I protect the circle, whatever the cost.


The child will be a <i>better</i> individual after my treatment than it ever would have been had it been raised in its natural environment.


Flowers as a light source! Necessity really is the mother of invention.


Everyone saw, the duel was of Lord Delwaer's making, not mine. I have nothing to be sorry for.


Sine metu!<br>v2


Bleed... burn... choke... maim... for you... for Bhaal... kill them all.


Magic of some sort. Not my most useful observation, I'll admit.


No look. No touch. No smell or taste.


Someone's in trouble. We have to help!


My weapons have weathered worse.<br>


Anything of use?


*Hiss!*


What if they try to steal from us? Again?


Lies. Only death can save you now.


No one's stopped me yet.<br>


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


Well, that was... interesting.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


My - an eager student indeed. Those are <i>advanced </i>devotions.


A well-guarded laboratory. What were they hiding down here?


My mum gave me that amulet. But I think she'd be happy knowing the kid has it now.


Te exsecror!


Hells with this - I was promised steady coin, not some <i>stlarning</i> cave.


They spoke of the Absolute - same as that goblin, Sazza. Curious.


I do not think anyone can be the mirror to their own soul, and even if I could, it is your view of me that I want to see.


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


Ubi es?


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


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


We don't know what they look like, but anyone who survived that crash is bound to be injured. That's enough to get us started.


Come for a chat?


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


Hardly a welcoming sight.


We need not speak of trust. Only using the creature as it no doubt means to use us.<br>


Eh.


How does this <i>pastry</i> taste worse the second time?


Then I presume it is also insignificant. Good day.


Danis can hunt! Sharp as an elf with that bow, aren't you love?


This should help.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


Nice mask - what's the story here?


On my way.


This city is a poor place to be in need of help. Even the guards can't be trusted to protect the most vulnerable.


Besides, she wouldn't us to wait for her anyway. Just got to get the others in line, now.


Either of your pelts would make a most... <i>exquisite</i> trophy. I'm sure you understand.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Of course you need help.


The limits of thy power have not yet been reached, but to unlock thy whole potential requires time. Forbearance.


Shit. You aren't just talking from your arse, eh?


Paranoia doesn't become you, my dear.


Lead on, then. I shall stay my hand as long as I can - but if the tide of battle turns against us, remember I have the means to bring a swift end to this.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Master, I am a professional. I've seen the two of you together. Every one of your darkest desires craves him.


Killing an undying man is no easy task, but the Absolute is not vaniquished. Our work has only just begun.


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


I will make another who is worthy.


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


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gale might be interested.


Then... you're one of us? You believe in the equal distribution of food regardless of species?


Inside that temple is a gith crèche. The githyanki established it in what remained after they slaughtered all of the monks.


By the Weaver! I do not feel like a valued client.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


<i>He</i> was supposed to play chaperone with this lot, not me. But - moaning won't make the road ahead shorter, I suppose.


Guys! This 'un's givin' us a toast!


Most, but not me. You may not remember, but we shared a lot together once. Good times, hard times... I will not turn on you. Even if it angers Lady Shar.


Remember - his throat spits lies, but my blade carves the truth. You will read it on your skin soon enough.


Suppose I'll lend a hand.


<i>Ghaik </i>parasites thrive in this secretion. Disgusting.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Zenovia and I are just navigating a slight <i>contractual disagreement</i> - not that it's any of your concern.


Clever. I'd congratulate you if I could bear the sight of you.


Secured.


Vermin to the last. I might have guessed.


Uuuuuuuaargh! <i>Gith'ka tavkim krash'ht.</i>


And he knew that to protect the city, one trained in the ways of the champion would have to rouse the wyrm living beneath. If I'm not mistaken, that would be you.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


Well done getting the wizard on board. He can zap from afar while I smack up close. But if he tries to get me to read any tomes, I <i>will </i>scream.


Mould and metal... but something's still missing.


These worms are already affecting me. I can feel it. Now what to do about it...


VO_SFX : Downed v3


We need that tadpole, much as I wish we didn't.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Ah, I'll be fine. Seeing you has cheered me more than you can know.


Dead - by our own kin's hand.


Falling


What are you doing?


I... I can't. My memories -


Death won't take me yet.


I don't know what that means. I don't know what any of this means...


Ah, well. I had a good run.


He'll need help to survive those shadows. Only a fool would face them alone.


The elf abandons the city, leaving the dragon to guard it. Are elves so reckless with their duty?


Then Minthara arrived. And now you - the Absolute's keen on drow, seems like.


Our way forward is open, true.


Someone needs to keep an eye on these buggers.


There's a safe in the back - cleric hid the book there. Said it was a hag's 'deepest secret' or something.


That staff will probably be of interest to Gale.


But we are here to speak of Minthara, not you.


Ravengard's blood courses through your veins. Your father would be proud.


Watch your step!


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


If I don't get my beauty sleep soon, I may just get a tad malcontent.


Something that powerful could be turned against Thorm.


Voco arvina!


Tsk. Smiting a fool is never as satisfying as one hopes it will be.


These pariahs - they're prepared to fight for the Absolute?


We've plenty of donations. I'm sure you'll find something that fits.


Yes, what is it?


What kind of contraption is this?


Always need a new dose of misery.


It is done. Go - GO.


Aresce!


You're very funny, did I ever mention that?


But it is no matter.


Hah, a hero. There's a time for heroics, my friend, and a time for common sense. This was the latter.


Say 'go', and I will go. And I will speak of this no longer.


Heh. Smell that? I think old Glitterbeard got a fright.


Lorroakan thinks that tangling with Dame Aylin will lengthen his life? See, Boo? Wizards - they are just so stupid.


Balduran sails off into the sunset, leaving the dragon to look after the city. Lazy git.


We can't do that - not after the lengths I already went through with her.


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


Looks like we missed all the fun.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


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


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


His only son, perhaps.


Crashed... from the sky... taken... by infidels...


She is worrying. Which worries me. Which worries Boo. Which ought to worry <i>you.</i>


The druid Halsin spoke to me while I was sleeping. He spoke of you - said that you fought shadow and spite to restore me.


Be split and spilt before his Throne!


Let's get this over with!


And yet another. Hardly the warmest of welcomes.<br>


Is that Gortash? Of all the leering mugs to have up on your wall...


Tara, I don't suppose you're responsible for the missing messenger pigeons...


Not for you to worry about in any case - you're a customer. Is there anything I can do for <i>you</i>?


Her office is through the crack in the wall over there, if you can fit.


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


Or however this sordid tale ends. I wouldn't want to presume.


He is the only authority figure in Baldur's Gate worth a damn.


But what are you doing up here? Jaheira might not need your help, but she'd surely appreciate it.


Intactilis sum!


<i>It's all right... I'm in control. I'm in control.</i>


Just know that if the child comes to harm, I will find you, drag you back here, and drown you in the burning waters.


Looks like an ambush.


Marching under the same banner as goblins. Her new world is a strange one indeed, is it not?


If you wish it of me... of course, my lady. I work as the quartermaster. Come see me whenever you wish.


<i>L'il alurl.</i>


You've returned. Yet my fliers have not. I suppose they've flown this mortal coop, so to speak.


Heh. HEH. <i>HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.</i>


They're too strong for that. They must be hiding something good.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


No staying down on my watch.


Demento te!<br>v3


You're not going anywhere!


We do not know this Prince of the Comet - a thin thread on which to hang all of our hopes.


The solution is clear, if repellent. We must assimilate Orpheus...


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


Attack<br>var 4


The magic veil has been drawn back from the drow's book on flumphs. Let me peruse.


What about it? I held up my end of the bargain.


I can't stand here and do nothing.


I will not be party to Orpheus' murder. I will not let you assimilate the Prince of the Comet!


<i>Halsin is gone - I am First Druid now. I will take control and prove my authority.</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Nice. Now for the mould.


Laughter


Yeah, right. I've heard that before.


Effort v2


Fierce-looking elf with an army of Sharrans. Wouldn't like to get caught in the middle.


That Queen Vlaakith trusted you with such a task... You must <i>not</i> fail..


Th-this one's all right, lads! Knows nothin' about no poisonin'!


Distinguished dukes, patriars. Dearest Ravengard - I will heed your call. A new chapter begins.


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


It's no wonder you'd endeavour to help them. Still, it's quite an... quite an <i>impressive </i>cost of goblin life.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


I like to keep my ear to the ground. If there's someone knocking around who I think could use a good turn, I try to, well, turn them.


Mark of the Absolute, innit? Shows our devotion to 'er.


Quite the opposite. I'd be getting in yours.


You called me so many sweet things. My name sounded like a lyric on your tongue.


Really? I... I love music.


Orders... From... the General...


Take tonight to rest, recuperate - celebrate. Tomorrow, I'll join your camp so I can help with the trials yet to come.


Where are my smelling salts?


Those who would give up the freedom of the people to purchase temporary safety deserve neither power nor liberty.


Crescit eundo!


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Have you ever been afraid, Karlach? Truly afraid?


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


Think you can take me on?


We were poorer than dirt, but my gods we had fun. What about you?


Time to press ahead.<br>


Quite the merry little party we have assembled here.


These killings aren't random. In fact, they seem to be part of some sort of test.


Non compos mentis!


Because anything else would mean sending you down into the dark. It'd mean showing you the hunger in your babes' eyes and leaving you with that terrible, final decision.


Ha ha! Great, isn't it? These are just cantrips - I can keep this up <i>all day</i>.


What is this bright tower? Strange.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


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


Inveniam viam!


Do as Minsc does, and simply ignore it!


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


There aren't any other options, <i>soldier</i>. Raphael said he could keep me and my kids safe, and that's that.


Scream all you like! Nobody's listening.


Wouldn't we all. I'm not even sure he's fully conscious. But feel free to say hello. Maybe a new face will inspire him.


This should do you some good.


A prayer sheet. What's this symbol on it?


Is that... a pelvis? Oh, poor Dribbles.<br>


Ethel again? I was hoping she'd found some remote bog to rot in.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Ah, the True Soul who delivered a grove of non-believers into the Absolute's arms.


But you killed Sarevok <i>again</i>. You can survive. You can end this. I know it.


A giant nest... let's see what we can find.


Something good here, I hope.


Stay calm - I'm coming.


Thou necrotic stump!


The circus... what came of it?


They need to find this weapon soon so we can return to normal operations.


*Property in constant use. Gatherings strictly prohibited.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


Gortash. Even upon canvas, he seems to taunt.


*The boar seems to be fresh - only a few hours dead. Examining the corpse, you see two small puncture wounds in its neck.*


Don't let fear cloud your heart, friend. Jump - or risk rotting here with the rest of us.


Heh.


I'll set you loose.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


Jaheira's Harpers are doppelgangers. She'll want to know right away.


You have a son, do you not? Is he as lazy and pathetic as his spineless mother?


These insects struck me down beneath the shadowlands. They are worthy opponents.


Excellent! And since I ain't one to leave a debt unpaid, that means we're destined to meet in Baldur's Gate.


A pity more don't share your open mind. I always say it's just business, but some don't see it that way.


Welcome to the circus - a motley crew of misfits and morons. We're happy to have you!


A harsh sentence for all but the most heinous crimes.


You will be much sorrier if you continue to talk. Go. There is nothing more to say.


Food! Hungry!


Vlaakith will call for my head. The <i>kith'raki </i>will chase me to every corner of Toril.


You wandered too far from the shadows. Now you are beyond saving.


<i>My spear, child - pierce her heart, and become my sword hand. My Dark Justiciar.</i>


An interesting tale for the grandchildren - if you survive to have any, that is.


Obedi me!<br>v3


What's hiding here?<br>


Try me.


Unless you have news of my daughter, I don't want to hear it.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


These children and their pets lack discipline. Were they githyanki, I'd recommend further training.


You. YOU.


By killing him, you set him free. You set <i>Aylin </i>free. And me.


What... what happened?


Is that right? The way I heard it, you Zhent cut a deal with the new... hold on.


Ah - Scratch is still at the post house.


No matter. Baretha! This one is no kin to us. Kill her. I will continue searching for the weapon.


Mortalis!


You have given me <i>everything</i>. Thank you.


I hope that fight with that hideous shapeshifted creature didn't sully your weapon too badly. You'll be needing it.


Check this out, soldier!


My hamster, he is <i>embarrassed </i>for you.


My power walks with you.


Powerful idol. I'd tell Gale to eat it if it weren't so important.


Hags... play with... their food.


But I haven't heard from him since. Lots of empty houses to check, you see.


Sticking my neck out again.


A... a <i>gayk?</i> Whatever that thing is, it would have had me if not for you. We watched the crash from the river.


<i>This was all I had... </i>


What in the...


It is <i>exactly </i>what I think.


I'd hoped for more from you, sister. I'd hoped you were ready to come home.


*A wave of sick familiarity radiates from one barrel amidst the cargo.*


O Selûne, Our Lady of Silver.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Shadowheart's hideaway. I didn't expect it to be so... snug.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Something to do with the shadow curse? I truly hope this blight isn't spreading...<br>


Prisoners aren't supposed to fight back!


Not seen action like that in a while.


If you hurt Auntie, I'll cut out your eyes.


Give me the weapon. <i>Now.</i>


Two centuries carrying this, and I can finally see it.


Some thoughts aren't meant to be said aloud. That was one of them.


Dodge
v2


A bunch of gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Expello te!<br>v3


Sorry 'bout this, but rules is rules.


Be. <i>Swift.</i>


Hurt Critical


On the road to Baldur's Gate, near the mountain p-pass.


Karlach's heart burned out, but Shadowheart stayed with her 'til the end.


Huh. I would've had something for you, but it seems to have up and disappeared. Sorry.


Venustior!


It pains me to know you must live this half-life, hidden in shadows when you deserve to bask in the Sword Coast's sun.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Voss! I call on your might!


...All right. Then I suppose all that remains is for us to thank you - and wish luck to us all.


I promise you, I know that feeling all too well. But it can be done.


Pulchrior!


Rolan. Just... Rolan.


*This stone on this vandalised tomb reads: 'Cry a rain of tears so flowers may bloom over Iris'.*


Well - whatever you're into.


Bandage that, mummy lord.


In nocte consilium!


Too little, too late.


All right, then.


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


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


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


You would twist my love of mischief-making for your own perverse needs? Despicable.


But - my stars! That can't be my old friend Karlach, can it? How long has it been? Five years? Six? I'm delighted to see you again.


Those gnomes are <i>victims</i>. They've spent years in exile, no forge to call their own, all because of some ancient bloody grudge.


That... explains a great deal. To think that Kagha could fall to their corruption under Silvanus' gaze.


Time to press ahead.<br>


Here - the Ironhand Gnomes honour their debts. With Wulbren gone, that falls to me.


Thou necrotic stump!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


<i>Orpheus is so amazing. He saved us from the </i>ghaik<i>s' enslaving...</i>


Githyanki. Part of the Sharrans' preparations to seize the Astral Prism, no doubt.


*Then a low moan. Someone - or <i>something </i>- is having a bit of fun.*


You're all right by me.


And Hope already burned.


Some distant cousin will no doubt claim the house in due course, and I'll be on the streets once more.


*The Prism quivers once more. Ravengard falters.*


You do not decide where I should be. Not now, not ever.


You helped our people end the Grand Design - for this, I will remember you. But I will not forget what you have cost us.


No, I guess I've had enough. The brewer who made this beer used to buy all of our barley. But that's over now.


But that would make your sacrifice worthless. And I know you wouldn't want <i>that.</i>


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


An illithid in guise, an old ally in truth. She took this form so I might end the Grand Design.


Then you must tell Lae'zel of your decision. If she is displeased, I will gladly teach her not to touch my property again.


A rival of his popped out of nowhere. 'Xargrim'... something like that. Unpleasant fellow.


Here, let me help.


Straj. A grievous wound.


Indeed - I'll survive a sore jaw. This grove has bigger problems right now.


Missing? I hadn't thought her missing. Just not here, or elsewhere.


Here you go. Won't happen again.


Well, there's only one way to know for sure.


*It seems someone has ordered that despite your escape from jail, you remain unharmed... at least for now.*


Whatever that creature was, its telepathic force was unlike anything I've ever encountered. It <i>must </i>be the source of the Absolute.


One day, I'll catch a break.


<i>Then show the symbol the Justice granted you. </i>


Always a pleasure.


Perhaps some of their work even graces Baldur's Gate.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


How dare you interfere? You are like the digits of a hand - it is for you to act, not to decide.


*Your violence hasn't gone unnoticed. It's about to be returned in kind.*


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


Better not die on me.


I can put you to rights.


And you think the Harpers are more dutiful?


You hoped a druid as powerful as Halsin might be able to remove your tadpole. But he couldn't.


Macesce!


You don't craft a chest like that to hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


And you're in dire need. One skull, two tenants, and no solution in sight.


There is more city under the city than <i>in</i> it, I think. I begin to wonder if Baldur's Gate was not built by some burrowing cousin of Boo's.


Chewy, bitter, putrid. Just like mum used to make.


Arde!


I was blind not to see it. Too trusting. A fool.


Laughter Maniacal


Couldn't be happier to hear that.


*You pause a moment as a thought occurs to you - where <i>is</i> a mind flayer's mouth?*


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


Hm. Not working right now.


Hello again, Traveller. If you know any good jokes, my dad could use a few new ones.


That device Voss gave us is making a racket. Why?


I was hoping you'd say that. Taking it from the ruins of your corpse will be more satisfying anyway.


<i>Thank you. </i>


Nice to see a little ambition amongst the smaller crews. I can't help you, but look around for a halfling named Tut.


Perhaps you are cannier than I first gave credit to be. I have some very special wares reserved for exclusive clientele... but I think you've earned a peek.


Stupefacio!


So do I. But one duty at a time.


Enjoy playing with your new friends. Bye-bye!


My darling girl. The last time I saw you cry, you cut your knee while chasing a frog.


A couple turns should do it.


We are in agreement. Anyone who sets foot in here? They die - swiftly and <i>silently</i>.


You can hide in here if you like. No one's getting past us.


You can count on me.


He seems angry.


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


You don't know what you've done. Leave me be.


Impero te!<br>v3


Are you here to save us? Like Baldy Ron saved the city?


Ah - it's you! I should've guessed. Thank you very much for your help finding Wulbren!


If there truly is a dragon living beneath Baldur's Gate, we should go and tug its tail. It's doing a terrible job of protecting the city.


CoughIll<br>var 2


It vexes me to know of you.


I won't let you suffer.


...isn't it?


She made me <i>eat</i> him.


The shadows are hungry - and Shar won't help me now.


A little discourse.


Please try - I could use a laugh.


You listening?


Let's go.


I'll fix that.


Fine.


That scent - the Selûnite magic on your skin - it fills this place.


I ain't the sort to question a drow... but that was the rottenest lie to ever meet my ears.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I give it a push, it gives me a click. There's a puzzle afoot.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Hells if I know. Just saying that sometimes there's nothing stranger than truth.


*A flicker of anxiety comes to you as you look upon the altar. Why was it so difficult to receive Shar's blessing...?*


We will keep close. When you are ready, sound the horn.


You're here. Just like it told me. And with a gith - I should have figured.


Which worg upchucked you?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


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


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


Something iconic, but not too much of a mouthful. We don't want to exclude the common-folk, after all. I intend this tale to enrapture <i>all.</i>


That symbol, in the blood... what does it mean?


Gold is no object, when it comes to my husband's life. But first, you <i>must</i> cure him.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


More owlbear eggs... already hatched. No point in taking these.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Tell me about these methods.


I've got one!


Well of course we can leave him, it's the easiest thing in the world. We just have to keep on walking.


To think I once called you <i>zhak vo'n'fynh duj</i>...


You won't be hurting for long.


A beautiful glaive. So why does touching it give me a knot in my stomach?


*A diminutive creature sporting a red hat glares at you.*


But that is for the <i>kith'rak</i> to worry about. My job is to forge the blade, not to decide how it is wielded.


Relics are wasted on bones. We can make much better use of them.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Could've told me that before. Go ahead.


Time to do your part, Mizora!


Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Well, you're not the most nimble-looking - but seems like it did the trick.


Dodge


Blessings from the Moonmaiden - and bearing the same symbol as that chest.


I'd love to see one of them in a fight - a <i>real</i> fight. They'd crush everyone!


Today's good news: 'Heroic Adventurers Arrive to Save City From Absolute'!


Invoco te<br>v3


Myrkul's holy symbol. He must have had a follower come to this place.


I'll help you


You just have one of those faces, Mayrina. So bland and forgettable.


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


I have to hurry.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


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


Effort v12


Bug, please. True Soul Nere will - you <i>know</i> what he'll do.


'The Lord of Murder shall perish...'


You twine your life around the people you love. And when they are gone, you grow around their absence instead. It is just another way they shape you.


Then we shall make this swift.


Didya see that? Heh? She did it! She actually did it. Gross.


Hmm. Rather cosy, actually, as pocket planes go.


Perhaps it would be wise to leave matters there. No need for more bloodshed.


We listen, and we ready our weapons. If its tongue veers a lick from truth, we cut it out.


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


Ah, yes. You were drawn to me. A wanderer bearing the scent of death. You are familiar with 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


And I think they'll stop once I deal with you.


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


Karlach's fate may be written, but her story isn't ended.


That is why I asked you to seek me out, to offer you a taste of such wonders. Would you like me to show you?


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


'When the people need a miracle, you cannot wait for the gods to answer.' Ulder's words. I'd almost forgotten.


Ugh. All effort, no reward.


My turn.


That's not going to work.


Yes?


The Absolute... the almighty goddess...


Sine metu!<br>v3


Mithral Hall... dwarves took in... family...


Oi, ugly!


You are not the one I wish to speak with.


Dhourn knows... but cannot tell...


Cloak and dagger, my favourite.


Excellent armour - strange place to find it.


Closed Mouth Effort


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


You already know as much as I do. Best ignore it, as long as it doesn't hamper us too much.


Not that I mind you sticking a thumb in your slaver's eye, I just like to keep track of who wants us dead.


Invigorating? Terrifying? All of the above? I'm still trying to understand it, really.


G'night.


I don't need you - I don't need anyone. I already have everything I want.


If we <i>caught </i>a sahuagin, would they buy it at the fish market?


So, you stood up to the Dark Lady? I'm almost impressed.


*You notice a child in the crowd, a falling tear leaving a trail on his cheek.*


*In the outburst of emotion, you feel the divine presence falter - then revert to its basic, cruel nature.*


Are there Shadow Druids here? Who's Kagha?


You can turn off the charm, Entharl. They're with me.<br>


It can't be. Another vile trick...


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Disappointing not to have my own squiddie... but your giblets'll make for a tasty supper.


I hope the nights and shadows treat you well. You're an odd friend. But, I suppose, a friend still.


What's in here?


<i>Why did killing those tieflings make me feel sick?</i>


But for every thread thou sewed, so did the gods unravel another.


Stop the evil ones. Stone - help me free the boat.


Things look... different.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Thankfully not. Though she's not been averse to demanding the odd human sacrifice in recent days, has she?


A little advice - should you seek an audience with Her, steel yourself.


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


Paw prints? Where do they lead?<br>


See? Help needed, help offered.


Least you could've done was strip off your gear first, fool.


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


Your time is at an end!


What?! How can - how could some <i>wizard </i>overpower both of you?


Sorry cutie, I'm on the clock.


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


By Graz'zt's cock, it's about time you came.


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


You will be next. Your blood will clot the gutters of this place, your flesh will rot on the slab. A worthy offering at last.


Ansur made his lair beneath the prison at Wyrm's Rock. Perhaps the rest will become clear once we get there.


For shit's sake. I drink to forget the past, not relive it...


O noisome Child, it would bring waves of enlightened rapture to duel you, but it is impossible now.


Head Banker Glitterbeard! You look a little different today. Or - you're not him, which means this door isn't for you. Very sorry.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


She is the <i>iblith</i> who indoctrinated me with the Absolute's lies.


Effort v6


It is an honour to see you look so fetching, but let me dress you properly on the morrow.


Hand in hand.


Effort v5


Our fate is forged. Mother Gith, guide us!


And if he does, he'll not find you alone.


What are you playing at...? The mask - <i>take it off</i>!


Pay attention.


Sine metu!<br>v3


Beheaded, undeaded, and stuffed inside a Watcher. Are they all this way, Boo?


Damned either way then... but at least I can go out with a weapon in my hand. All right. I'll do what I can.


Where there's a 'Wyll', there's a 'y'.


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


What nonsense is this. I...


Hold up, citizen! This is a crime scene - no admittance.


Take Karlach, for example, her blood aged in the Hells. She's potent, like a fiery whiskey.


That was not effective, Boo. I <i>told</i> you we should have just hit it with my sword.


That I'm just like you.


She knows what I see in you. Just as I know what she sees in you. I was not born an old man. I know all too well what it's like to have a goddess fill your heart with longing.


All right! Master Halsin did say the drow's tadpole was dormant. Maybe yours is too.


One way or another, got to reach the top.


The Astral Prism - it is <i>corrupted</i>.


You're a terrible liar. We had a deal.


She ran toward the river when she saw we were merely wounded - not dead. Down the hill from here.


On my way.<br>


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Come find me when I'm running this whole Guild, and see how easily the gold wipes away any regrets I do have.


Dying Burning<br>v2


They just keep coming. Hurry!


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


Umberlee's tits, what were them beasties?


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Blessed be!


You are on sanctified ground. Speak only if you must.


*You succeeded, but at what cost? Your pain endures. Your past is lost - save for the very worst memories. How can your parents bear to even look at you, never mind love you?*


Your bald friend puts on quite a show of brawn. Even if there's no brain worth mentioning.


Ah, but there are no pets in nature - only companions. Though I'll admit Crag likely made for a rather stoic confidante...


<i>An innocent mistake. Please return to the checkpoint to receive proper authorisation.</i>


If this is the course you choose, Elysium will be waiting.


We draw near to the beast's den - where it will be most desperate. I need no tadpole to feel that much.


To be remade, we must be willing to suffer.


Yes, yes, yes! Let's do it!


How long <i>has</i> it been?


Heard about your father. The Absolute's puppet - a damned travesty if you ask me.


Pointed ears primed.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


I seem to have rather a habit of overreacting. Still, such passion is where we find the most potent fuel for our creativity, is it not?


A little magic never hurt.


Our leader... our goddess... our future... bow to her... or die...


Look at me.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


We need to be ready for a fight - but I'm <i>useless </i>with a sword.<br>


*Nature provides some soft comforts, but your draw to it is only some faded instinct.*


But you - you have defied Her will and my orders. <i>You </i>were to report to Disciple Z'rell. <i>You </i>were to aid my cause! Instead you're here, showing your worthless face to <i>me.</i>


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


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


Effort v5


These wounds will heal.


What are you playing at...?


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


I need a little extra edge.


Don't want anyone peepin' on private matters, so...


Dying Burning<br>v5


So now it is a <i>Netherbrain</i> we face - whatever in the howling hells that might be.


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


That <i>smell</i> - what is it?


... I... rather infuriatingly, I seem to have <i>lost </i>it. Should you locate it, the knowledge within can be unlocked with the pass-phrase '<i>Dhourn, Lord Archmage'.</i>


Well. Me and Cap don't know a thing about that.


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


Extra Recovered


<i>When you call the last light...</i>


So cold... there's something coming. I can feel it in the shadows...


What an odd emblem. Don't think I've seen it before.


Attack<br>var 4


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Tell them! I'll cut out their eyes and make them <i>watch</i>.


*The very air around you thrums with anticipation, and fear. Can you really handle such power, such authority?*


Sleep for a tenday. Or maybe two.


Effort v6


Astarion - you bit me! Are you a vampire?


Her embrace is closer than ever. Can you not feel it?<br>


Karlach Cliffgate. That can't possibly be you, can it?


It's planting spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


I won't let you threaten my people.


I've not met an <i>istik </i>before. Do you all look like that?


A sound idea. It shouldn't take long to find him either - a wizard who cannot refrain from imparting his wisdom to the world... well, you know yourself how easy it is to find one of those.


Ugh.


And if they took him down there... Helm save him.


This is nothing but junk!


Don't be so hard on yourself. It's not your fault the world is wicked. You did the right thing.


A fickle one, aren't you? I hope you know what you're doing.


Cazador.


Though now that I think about it, if there's a new manager at the Sundries, maybe they'll have a sale. <br>


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


And the eye of the storm lies above that tower.


Z'rell... Abolute's favourite... speaks with... General...


Kill... <i>ngh... </i>the hag...


<i>What are you doing? HELP ME.</i>


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


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


Just because I lend you money sometimes doesn't make me your friend.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Who knows - perhaps we've only just begun.


I can lend you a third left hand if you need one.


Something to say.<br>


It's toasty in here.


Virtus et scientia!


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Whatever about the grove, I won't be at peace until Master Halsin returns.


First some nutter cult marching on us, now some nutter killer running around. I'd be grabbing my coin and clearing out, too.


*One beast notices you and dulls his lights, ending the conversation.*


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


Aye. And that at the end of it all, there's a sunset with our names on it.


Ah, the thrill of the unknown! I can't wait to see what's in store for Baldur's Gate's newest Grand Duke.


The Karsite Weave could offer more than just power - it could bestow divinity. If I only trust myself to wield it.


You have already failed me once, and now you dare question me?


Then you know how beautiful betrayal tastes on the tongue. <i>Delicious</i>.


Snore
zzZzz


Don't hesitate, True Soul. You deserve to meet her.


You do not walk alone.


Yes?


What is this place...?


Mundus vult decipi!


Djinni are scary.


As you wish.


But the way I hear it, the fighting's not done yet. You need to resupply?


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


First, we mourn. We bow our heads for the fallen, and honour them by pledging peace.


Tempting, but it's not really for me.


Best think ahead, or I'm lost.


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


I know what to do.


Walk in death.


You are not known to me. For supplies, seek the bugbear. To trade trinkets, the Fetcher's Brats.


I have prepared for this eventuality, and if you interfere, I <i>will</i> destroy the Iron Throne.


You're mine.


A helping hand.<br>


A bold statement, if not an accurate one. Leave me be.


Are you not entertained? Well - far be it from me to disappoint.


<i>And yet you served.</i>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Free for the taking.<br>


It's been so long since I've used it. 'Gale Dekarios' cuts a poor figure next to the wizarding prowess of 'Gale of Waterdeep.'


You have damned our people for eternity.


<i>Bah. </i>You invite your own misery.


A Harper uses whatever is at hand.


Best get going.<br>


It's hardly a surprise you'd invest your heart in our Sharran. I'm sure she's a delight, even if she's a little... conflicted.


Gale defied Mystra herself. Good - not every goddess is deserving of such love. I would know.


Just out of view.


Consider it done.


Umbrae!


What's so bad about it?


Am I fucking missing something?


Well! I've never seen sleight of tongue quite like that before.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


No spellcraft can stop me.


The things I do... or speak to.


Voco spicae!
v3


Your word means as little to me as his.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


How... fascinating. Now, I must say, this vintage is -


- and his leash needs a <i>yank</i>.


I see that. You have at least a measure of self-control, but Bhaal's inheritance is not shrugged off so easily.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


Oh, come on, let her stay - we have room to spare.


Thaniel? I know the name. Halsin spoke of him - something about the 'spirit of the land'.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Well, that's not good.


*For the first time, you feel alone. Calm, you breathe.*


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Allow me to strengthen your hand.


<i>Bah</i> - already pulled.


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


I heard you the first time.


From this angle, there's nothing you can't endure.


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


<i>In my name.</i>


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. Her horns look like snakes, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


Obedi me!<br>v2


That was altogether too close.


*The goblin's nostrils flare nervously. All of his bluster seems to vanish.*


True, ultimate failure must earn ultimate punishment.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Not happening! He's <i>ours</i>!


Weak


Silence!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Try it hag! See what happens in this fucking head!


Now <i>that's</i> settled.


Really? You killed that thing?


Ira et dolor!


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


Whatever it is, keep away from those claws.


Quite right - nasty paralytic agent. Explains the lack of struggle.


Gone gods, that was so foul I think even <i>I</i> can taste it.


Wonderful. Advantages are a more precious commodity than I'd have hoped, given the nature of our predicament.


Here - a little thank you for killing Ethel, from me and the little one.


Not like this, Minthara!<br>


Some people have no respect for literature!


I may have lied to that lot about this ending peacefully. But you can still pick the right side.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Slowly. Lorgan was a good man, if naive. He deserved better.


*To your surprise, the false memory is accepted. It fades from your mind as easily as it was conjured forth.*


A beam of morning sun enters - be welcome, cleric of Lathander.


We're not the most welcome guests, but Ketheric and the Absolute are waiting for us. Be ready for anything.


Ketheric's Netherstone - it's in his armour. Take it.


Mortalis!


Weak


*Despite your recent fall from the nautiloid, you are miraculously unharmed. Apart from the volatile orb of netherese magic buried within your chest, of course.*


Many... people...


Think you'd fare better? Fine - <i>prove it.</i>


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


Te exsecror!


Can anyone hear me?


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


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


Wyll would be wiser to leverage his family name for a position of power in Baldur's Gate. The hells can have him for all I care.


With ease. They could stop a dragon.


The Chamber of Egress - way station of the hells, providing access to Raphael's clientele wherever they might make their home.


Hup.


Stop. You're making me blush.


*Seven. In seven days you'll be a mind flayer.*


You didn't have it before, but wished for it. I was pained to watch you pine and pine!


Don't threaten me with a good time. My search for Wulbren has been one quagmire after another, as you know.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Tasty.


They are an agent of the Grand Design. Sent to sabotage the Astral Prism - our last defence against the return of the Illithid Empire.


Buck up already.


Quiet day - mostly. Don't go spoiling it.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Why couldn't you just leave me alone? Why can't I just stay here, playing? I had everything I've ever wanted, right here, and you've ruined it!


Once it's lit, you commit!


Frange! v3


Thou latrine-loving leper!


<i>Ultrin sragtlin.</i> You are exquisite.


Bloody Grisly - this is damned <i>slavery</i>.


I'm rather enjoying the white - maybe you should give it a try.


Huh. Handy, I guess.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


This 'Halsin' person seems to know a lot about tadpoles.<br>


It's calling its pack!


But I didn't sign up for this - take the damn thing, preferably far away from here.


You make it sound like such a small thing. <i>No </i>- I do not wish to die.


Te exsecror!


...nine... ten... eleven...


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Half the new recruits will be in the same way - there's no rush.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


Belongs to a Merregon, if I recall correctly. Hell's footsoldiers - I don't fancy meeting the commander.


*A strange power resonates within the corpse. It calls to you.*


Attack Critical<br>


<i>Done and done.</i>


That's quite an egg.


<i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i>, now that you have the Hammer you must find a way to enter the Astral Prism.


HAH!


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


There's blood here - and what are those pink stains?


Your skin will be grandfather's shroud, coward. I will flay you where you stand.


Help, oh help me, please!


Enjoy the party, boss.


Can't blame them, I suppose. They've got armies to deal with.


This grave is a mess - probably an animal's doing.


Yes, Orin has taken the loathsome drow. But she is our comrade - and so we are going to save her.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Dispose of the rest as you see fit.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


No - what are you doing? Fight, damn you!


That bad.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


The Hellriders stand ready.


It was the mask. It dug its roots into me... took away my will. I tried to fight it.


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


Don't make me go all Edwin Odesseiron on you.


Attack<br>var 4


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gale might be interested.


You looking for a papercut? I told you, you can have a broadsheet when I finish my break.


She deserved better than that.


Boo and Minsc have travelled far and wide, and met many fine and not-so-fine people.


Minsc certainly made his home in that hideout - but he's up to something somewhere else.


You abandoned me in my hour of greatest need. I had no obligation to help you in yours.


*The door is rigged to the Foundry's alarm system. Opening it will set it off.*


Whoa, I know you - you're in the gazette today! Saying you're a proper hero-sort!


Bloody thing's the source of the curse. How do I destory it?


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


Flowers blooming in shadow. This is the sign Halsin mentioned.


Attack


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


I want the meat. Can't help it.


Good idea, I think.


Shapeshifter assassins? Makes it hard to trust anyone.


The one who gave significance to this trivial rock...


*You see nothing special - just torn and faded velvet tunics.*


I wonder if they're looking for more staff now.


But we got nothin' to lose. It all goes to plan, and our arses get paid.


And yet, I see a glimmer of her old ferocity behind the eyes. And I hear the lie on your lips.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


An adventurer. <i>Fantastic.</i> We don't have enough of those in Baldur's Gate.


SmileClosed<br>var 4


We must cleanse the ills Faerûn's impotent godlings have failed to staunch.


<i>We must not let them reach it. We must find the brain, and bring it under our control. </i>


Hahaha. Ha!


Are you saying someone here is cheating?


I really thought the stones were going to work. Our options are getting slimmer and slimmer.


Wretch!


It doesn't feel like a lie. It feels like exactly the kind of power Cazador would chase.


Oh no!


I just want to survive, same as you.


This place is protected - must be the refuge the Harpers spoke of.


I need the debtor's attire. I don't want anyone dragging me back to Zariel.


Extra Recovered <br>V3


That face-thief Orin's made off with Gale. We'll need to rescue him... unless we actually intend to kill Gortash for her.


Someone's killing us off - battle stations!


Leave. Me. Alone!


Without fail!


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


<i>Zhak vo'n'ash duj</i>. Source of my bruises.


Ah - is that the one with the, er, bawdy lyrics?


Part of a ring. Looks like it combines with that other broken piece from before.


No use. Flames can't hold up to this curse.


Welcome again, my lady. Your victory over the apostate Viconia gladdens me - now we may have a true leader.


<i>I'm sorry - it's a reflex. But I can stop if I do this... </i>


I might be all right, but Thaniel isn't. Not by a long shot.


We'll need a cover story...


Oi - I've been mugged. I'm here about my case?


Effort v7


An historic day. The city's first Archduke.


*The Grand Duke's corpse is silent. Perhaps it can't offer forgiveness. Perhaps it won't.*


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


<i>A Morphic Pool beneath the city itself. So that's where the Chosen imprisoned the brain.</i>


Yes! The skies will shake from the red dragon's screams. The ground will be soaked and spoiled wherever the <i>kith'raki</i> fall.


Flying hounds? Come now - you're pulling my leg, aren't you?


Astarion!


My skill is required.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


What beautiful music...


A Selûnite amulet. Perhaps the Lady of Silver has presented me a gift to quell the storm within.


We'll be in a city, with roads and markets... and <i>homes</i>.


Place is overrun with gnolls.


This area is restricted, under orders of Lord Enver Gortash. Intruders are subject to deadly force.


Stuck from this side - I should look around.


Chk - be wary of false promises. The missing druid - Halsin, was it? He may be talented, but only a githyanki zaith'isk can cleanse an embedded tadpole.


I won't fail you!


I think you feel the same way - you saw to my needs here in camp with the care of a lover, not a host.


I don't feel too good. What did that druid scratch me with?


Kith'rak Therezzyn must be on her last chance by now. The ch'r'ai is not normally so lenient.


Speaking of Raphael - did you miss his invitation? He's waiting for you in Sharess' Caress.


I only needed one Netherstone loosened from the Chosen's grasp to guarantee my freedom.


The details are everything. Anyone can kill - not everyone can make murder an act of worship.


Piss-addled pontificator.


Thank you, my friend. As ever, I shall do only what my heart and hamster tell me to:


Stop staring, start helping!


*Some say freedom is priceless. You would beg to differ.*


I'm going to Moonrise. And that death-curse won't be stopping me.


We've had such starveling rations since you left. Retake your throne, and we shall <i>feast</i> once more.


*It reveals its own home in reply: a humid cove filled with decaying myconid corpses.*


Grrrrrr.


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


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


Even if she did, it doesn't matter. Mol needs us.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


They got Astarion, damn it. He's probably back at Cazador's palace already.


It ain't worth fightin' over. Take it!


*An ornate hammer hovers above the pedestal.*


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


<i>Chk</i>. I have seen my future in the shimmering visage of my queen, heard it in her thundering voice.


Lovely.


Thief!


You shouldn't have done that.


<i>Brithvar. </i>Unwad your britches.


I have to do everything.


Rotten meat? That's what gets you going? Well, to each their own.


I've got one!


Isobel. This is -


I want to hear you say it again. Say my name.


She should not have travelled alone. She paid for her naivety.


Ah!


*As the wound closes, the cub begins testing his weight on the leg.*


Pretty, gorgeous please?


Ellie May - I think I read that name on a tombstone.


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


Falling


My sweet, there is nothing I'd like more.


Nothing. Nothing's wrong at all.


Be ready. Whoever - or whatever - did this could be close.


I said we're <i>leaving</i>!


Sine metu!


*You consider your options, knowing that should Lae'zel depart alone for the crèche, she could fall to the curse.*


No thanks.


Look at that.


*A wicked gleam lights up his eye, far more sinful than any you witnessed before.*


Get back!


Apart, we can roar. But together, we'll <i>thunder.</i>


Voco araneae!<br>v3


No point sticking around here.


Is that... the kid Kagha went after? Seems she's learned a new trick.


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


Another quake. What's going on?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


The curse has no effect here - what is this place?


Listen - the psionic detector. Githyanki are lurking nearby.


This one died badly.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


Resisto frigus!


Please, leave us be. This isn't a good time -


Uuuugh.


What path lies before me?<br>


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


One finger. Another word, and it'll be your left eye.


Nonsense. They will lead us to the cure we seek.


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


Sorry, kid. Look, forget about us begrudgers and bruisers.


*The rat sounds like it's describing Sharran rites of initiation - those of the Dark Justiciars.*


The time for hoping is past. I've got to get what's left of us to the city.


I am not known for my <i>patience.</i>


Twit, twat, twerp.


Where did he go...?


... they've outlived their usefulness.


General Thorm has his precious cleric of Selûne by his side, but he's still short a necromancer.


Locked tight - there must be another way through.


Something's buried in the dirt. Is that a <i>femur?</i>


The Hammer... how can it be that you came to possess it... Was it Raphael?


Now we've got istik poking around here as well as an inquisitor? Chk.


Gold coins, most certainly - every last one an offering from a decrepit soul.


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


Who knew we'd make it this far? I'm behind you. Or wherever you need me to be, really. Lead on.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


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


*Carm's Garms.*


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


Weapons at the ready.


Ugh.


All this was to make you into what the Dark Lady needed you to be - the planning. The training. Those deaths in Waterdeep. It was all to groom you to replace me at her right hand side.


Now you're truly Hopeless.


I can spare some things. My boy's all grown up now - he won't miss a toy or two.


Waterdeep - I was once told it is everything that Baldur's Gate is not. Civilized, for a start.


I've heard enough about this 'Absolute' threat to understand it cannot be ignored. Your mother and I can wait until you prevail - and I know you will.


Spare me your venom - I'm sure the Mother Superior will have plenty of her own.


<i>His mind is his own, but the elder brain touched him deeper than most. He must stay here - he will need time to recover.</i>


Hells. Is that going to happen to <i>us...?</i>


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


Dying


I deserve that one. Detective-in-distress, and all. But I will keep trying.


Some people have all day to spend talking to bank clerks.


Goblin and gnoll markers on the map too. Looks like they're mostly... everywhere.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Lovely outside, isn't it? Reminds me of Enver's second birthday.


I've got you, soldier!


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


They must keep up. The shadows are hungry.


I know Lord Enver Gortash - an arms dealer and a slaver. He is a worshipper of Bane, the god of tyranny.


Someone should grab it. Slaves are never gonna manage with pickaxes.


Careful. One wrong move and we'll be behind bars with them.


You might be... eccentric, but you're still our best hope of finishing off Ketheric Thorm.


Aw.


You are <i>not </i>a half-wit - you're clever and valiant. And I am glad to call you friend.


*Blood-smell<i>. Life</i>-smell. Not like the great hollow below, which smells only of death.*


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


*You see an old boot, balanced upside down on a cobbler's knee, as he taps the final nail into the new sole. Good as new.*


My <i>arms.</i>


Could tell you were as barmy as the rest of 'em as soon as I clapped eyes on ya.


Be careful!


A helping hand.


The goblin knows nothing of the <i>ghaik. </i>This is a waste of time.


You may refuse. But this alone will not restore what was lost.


*Curious. Despite your magic, the creature doesn't understand you.*


I'd say the same about you, if I hadn't just seen you fight against Marcus. I'm willing to put my doubts aside - perhaps you can, too.


Wherever you walk, so wet the trousers of evil.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


In nocte consilium!


Moonrise is a den of necromancy, and the most powerful practitioner of the art is Thorm's closest advisor, Balthazar.


Oh, Wulbren. Why didn't you just <i>listen</i>?


Quite right. I was invited to teach them. I live for pain and its intricacies, you see.


I'd sooner start this on our terms than theirs.


I might not have exactly what you need, but I remain at your service. Have a look, at least.


That doll - it must be the source of Mayrina's curse. There must be some way to reverse it.


If you weren't such a duff seller, Del, you wouldn't <i>need </i>the help!


*Clean-up*


Glad to have an ally.


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


I am - I want to help out.


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


Very good.


I wished I shared your confidence.


Ubi es?<br>v3


Hardly a chore.


Just so. He was a dangerous ally, to us and our enemies both...


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


I don't know how you stand it - <i>istiks </i>smell like pigs and die twice as loudly. <i>Ugh</i>.


Still here? I'll have you know my elbows are <i>much</i> sharper than yours - don't start a jostle you can't finish.


Hope you can control the furry bastard.


You'll eat those words soon enough.


Quiet.


Ale me!<br>v2


If the 'Blood of Lathander' was so important, maybe an altar display wasn't the best storage solution.


Good luck in the City of Judgement. I wish you the best, sincerely.


You louse, you mite!


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


To give oneself wholly, and to have a lover totally in your thrall...? A harmless game, until it becomes real. I worry for the two of you, Astarion.


Don't worry. I'll stomp him. Guaranteed.


Cages, shackles - the drider's caravan originated here.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


A steady hand is needed.


Loquere si tibi placet!


There's so many to kill! Just push through - reach the brain!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Keep it quick.


No need for such bluster! All you have to do is swap with someone and you're as free as a sounding bird. TOODLES.


There you are. I've been waiting.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


Loud! No hurt! Help!


No <i>right</i>? Our lives are our right!


Fine, I will add this pretender to my many sacrifices in Bhaal's name. May it <i>please</i> the Tribunal.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You're not helping. Scram.


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


My virtuosic talents once caught the eye of the goddess of magic herself, Mystra, who named me her Chosen, and her lover.


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


Constable Devella is going to be a real pain in the trunk about this.


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


I told you already - I want to speak to whoever's <i>really </i>in charge.


A gentle touch pays off.


Did you listen to him too? I thought I knew better, but he was just so <i>convincing</i>...


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


Just avoid big words.


Another false alarm. Forget it.


Don't worry. This place has been empty for years - the sacrifice can't be a simple mortal. More likely it's a monster - and we're well-versed in dealing with those, aren't we?


Let's not advertise it, just in case. The last thing we need is another target on our back.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


*You've been granted free passage. What you do with that privilege is up to you.*


BORING. You deserve <i>exactly </i>what Ettvard prints about you - I might even add a footnote about you having the clap.


<i>PERISH!</i>


Its eyes were not bigger than its belly, then? <b>Hah!</b> Delightful. A grisly tale with a frothing ale.


Dying


Lux? A <i>Light</i> spell should disarm the chest.


Enough, Kepso. Sir, you need to stay clear.


Stay safe up there. Neither of us want me stitching you up.


Here it comes, you little beast.


Well. I should do <i>something</i>, I wager. Just not sure what.


*The spiders regard you without comprehension.*


Torre!


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


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


This necklace's sigil was also in the cave. The Harpers have been unusually active here.


Harumph. Mr Needle doesn't even pay enough for the <i>good</i> sweets.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


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


That was my failing. I thought to turn their trap to my advantage, and wound up snaring us all the tighter.


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


-YOU--
 -ONE-- -task--
 -KILLORIN-- -KILLORIN-- -KILLORIN-- -KILLORIN--


We're not, but thank you all the same. You didn't have to do any of this.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


A fake. And a bloody poor one at that.


Close your hatch, Morghal. She's one of those Absolute crackpots. Found the <i>hoon</i> sailing Gekh's skiff.


I just hope she leaves you in one piece. We can't take a tenday for you to recover from whatever her idea of 'fun' is.


A secret rune or just graffiti? Hard to say.


Disappointing. But he's out of the way, so small blessings I suppose.


Stop whining.


Good thing for Wyll that Karlach called a truce. A tiefling that mighty would shred him to pieces and burn the remains.


Oh. Another 'visitor', I see. Listen, we keep letting the likes of you in, soon there'll be no room left for any of us true Baldurians!