What do I say? Melon... donkey... sunrise? Whichever words will get you to leave me out of this.


Ma'am.


Wow. You're really mean.


A god to the fishes. A dream come true, is it?


I know you do, kid. I know. Tell you what...


*Her thoughts mingle with yours, a cold hand caressing your brain.*


Enough, Wulbren! Gortash enslaved us, forced us to build his Steel Watchers - but no more.


Stop worrying.


Attack<br>var 2


He can roam where he wants - until he gives me a reason to tighten the leash.


That's it. That is bloody it.


Pitying, not insolent. You chase one power without knowing an even greater one lies within my reach - the Crown of Karsus.


Gigans!


Never thought I'd see these back. Nasty sneak gave even Gekh the slip.


Is that what a mind flayer looks like on the inside? As if the outside wasn't disturbing enough.


And the longer we wait, the more it consumes.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Best to stay out of its way.


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


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


I'm here to get you out of this place.


Argh!


Incinerated. Not everyone was fated to survive.


Finally! Time to make that djinni sore instead...


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


My husband was eavesdropping, ma'am. He - he needed to be beaten.


Better not die on me.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


She might have been your pillow. Or Minsc's pillow. Or Jaheira's pillow!


That lava lake boils like a good stew. Lovely.


I hadn't realised I was <i>that </i>popular.


My love, you can't keep being so rude to strangers. It is JUST a dog.


I need to get off this building before that thing explodes!


*Something sparks in your memory. Teachings about Selûnite rites of passage, about how they would abandon their children out in the wilds and force them to find their way home...*


I'll be seeing <i>you </i>at your camp.


<i>An Amulet of the Dread Lord's likeness. Simple for his spawn to acquire. </i>


*You've been caught in the act. This time, however, there is no talking your way out of it.*


You had no other choice. That's life, sometimes. Unfair as fuck. But you didn't do this - she did. You only played the hand you were dealt.


Aww, thanks.


I... erm...


Then she told me to start running. She said when she catches me she's going to - to eat me too.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


How about a little love?


A trap... This place is more dangerous than I thought.


Don't think I didn't see that with yer slippery fingers.


*The bars look sturdy.*


To you? Never!


BUT FIRST GO GET YOUR CONTRACT


<i>You were wise to reject the devil's offer, but there is no reason to provoke him by invading his home.</i>


<i>To defeat it, you would have to think like an illithid. Better yet, be one. Your mind is not capable of this. </i>


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v2


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


You have carried this burden for too long already - I simply do not believe that ceremorphosis is the only course left to you. Orpheus <i>must</i> help us.


Oh, you must be more of our dire Liege's servants. You are dressed in attire demonstrating your respect for the Master.


This may prove to be a mistake, I fear. A dreadful mistake.


Don't worry - I'll handle matters from here. And gods willing, there'll be plenty of folk left to tell our tale after we're gone.


Free? Lie to yourself, boy, but not to me.


*Nortale's Shelter. Refugees welcome.*


But you're too fresh for this place, aren't you? There's a whiff of the surface to you...


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


Whoa. This has got to be the Underdark.


Attack Critical<br>var3


If we can get the gazette talking about the hangings - there can be some <i>real</i> change around here.


<i>Never, maaaster.</i>


*He will always see you as degrading yourself if you continue to be with him.*


On my way.


As I seem to unsettle everyone nowadays.


And this means I must have her blessing. Lady Shar is protecting me where others are left to face her wrath.


Steal somethin' or act the bollocks, will ya? I'm itching to throw someone in the brig. It'll be fun. I <i>promise.</i>


Let the pain fade.


Oi! You fightin' them ogres, then you fightin' with me!


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Urgh - fine. Right, you. Food. Supplies. What you want?


He's never had a more devoted follower.


*Do not taunt or tease the aquatic spectator sentries outside the dome. They have a job to do, just like you.*


I did not come so far only to leave him to the mercy of the tadpole again. I'd ask you to reconsider - send him to camp, at least. He will prove useful, <i>despite </i>all appearances.


Growl all you want, it won't stop the dawn. This will be over soon.


More of Orin's doppelgangers. How many has she brought to Bhaal's side, I wonder?


Still, one of my guards said you were nice to him.


I'd like some time to talk.


That song...


I won't keep you waiting.


Healing.


Ah-ah - I am not done with you, yet.


An 'Unholy Assassin.' Is that better or worse than a holy one?


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


That mirror... now <i>that </i>I remember. I'd stand before it. Marvel at how it seemed to consume all...


Listen to yourself, Karlach! Blind to every opportunity.


I sense another undead presence here. Powerful, but not malevolent.


Forget it - it's blocked.


The old collar with the runes - I just felt it tremble.


Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!


A gold dragon! How marvellous.


Oh. A pity - I've been missing out on beauty sleep, just to wait up on you. Good night.


Enough. I don't answer to you. Not anymore. I'm here for my family.


Moonmaiden's teachings. But why hidden back here? And what's this symbol?


Halsin... he's dead. No chance of lifting the curse now.


Help is here.


If I must.


Just go. <i>Please.</i>


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Death becomes you.


Want master back. He treats me good now. Doesn't kick me anymore.


*His plea comes with an offering - a pass, granting you access to the Lower City.*


It wasn't just her fate we decided... Wyll - he belongs to the Hells now.


Astarion, we need to talk. We know you're a vampire.


A phrase of power - to be spoken in the Archive, it seems.


Much. Nothing... you can spend...


It vexes me to know of you.


<i>Mind flayers!</i> Aaargh!


ALL MUST PAY. ALL MUST PAY! GOLD. GOLD. GOLD!


I didn't realise I had an audience.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


A book of necromancy. Something you'd be interested in?


Please! Don't - leave!


Hm. All right.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


I'm sure you will.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Think you can take me on?


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


So... I gather your affections have drifted elsewhere. Curious.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Do not stray from the light, no matter what they promise you.


It contains knowledge that is precious to me. If it has grown this dull...


Our research there must continue. We may not be able to fight on the front lines as you do, but we may yet do some good for those who call it home.


But she still hath her freedom, and with that she can do much. For the rest, she hath her resolve.


Recovered <br>V3


I don't need a <i>party</i> on top of that!


<i>Wait! Remember - it has enough vitality to nourish you <b>and</b> your allies. </i>


*Finally, the sensation fades, and takes the images with it. You stare at your hand - unblemished, as if nothing had happened.*<br>


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


*SQUEAK!* Ai, Boo, come now. See how our friend trembles? You have taken the jest too far.


Fine. See how far you get without me.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


<i> Ansur was my friend. </i>


I will soon be kith'rak. I am an army.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


You seek arms? I seek a warrior worthy to bear them.


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


No! Mig know meat. This <i>big </i>meat. In walls above. Maybe whole tower.


This icon bears Shar's likeness. No doubt Shadowheart will be interested in it.


Oh, my hand slipped.


But it heartens me to learn you and I share the same admiration.


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


The slavers are gone - Nere must be dead by now. Just need to grab his head.


Oh, sod off. I'm only here because you 'helped' me and my family.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Cave circulum!<br>v3


One more dereliction of duty and you're all going on punishment detail. Got it?


Let's get out of here!


Oh well. Back to the Naabing board!


No! I followed the protocol. <i>I must be cleansed!</i>


Why must necromancer's always be so <i>messy</i>. Disgusting.


Yurgir - lend your strength!


Here we all are, at the end of everything. The final stanza.


*Here lies Anna-Marie, my nanny but good as mum.*


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


<i>Of course. Gortash always did have an eye for opportunity...</i>


I could listen to this forever...


Your business is mine, and vice versa. We're relying on each other, remember?


No - mercy!


Hey!


Recovered <br>V4


Tired of washing blood off my hands.


Indeed! Some merciless kin of yours made sure of that, some years ago.


Didn't you? Figured we only got the scraps you didn't have the strength to carry.


By Mystra's silken tresses...


I shall claim this.


Perure!


I'm sure you do. What's a few letters gone astray at a time like this? Hardly life and death, is it?


What a relief. It would be a shame if she'd struck down the one and only Blade.


A welcome rest.


((*once, I sang to you of <b>home</b>. Look now on Glut's domain, and tell me what you see*))


Let's go.


How rude.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Traitors to our queen: <i>I will make you suffer!</i>


Best to head in and find out. Should be a good show.


Remira? She's... she's alive then. Oh, thank the gods. I - I need to get out of here.


I will wait here. Turn your back, and you will feel my blade against it.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


If that is your wish, so be it... but the orb remains an option. And I shall not hesitate, if called upon.


Blood it shall be.


Hopefully the next time I see you, I'll have something promising to report. I'll need more infernal iron either way, though, so keep your eyes open. Take care.


Oh don't say it like that, you're clearly the same-old knife-happy lunatic I have loved ever-long!


The more I find, the more curious I get.


No sign of the illithid. Surely nothing bad will come of this.


I like what I like. Once you get to my age, you realise there's little point in denying yourself, so long as others aren't affected.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Do not be. It is fitting - I failed her. Try not to do the same.


Ravengard? More like the ghastliest tiefling south of Neverwinter.


Interesting.


You find mum and pops, I'll show you the spell. And that's that.


*You try to sound convincing, without success. It appears a prison cell beckons.*


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


Now. Begone, waffler! Your new love is awaiting their sloppy seconds.


Heh. Just as well he's going down to <i>special deposits</i>.


Headin' t'see our new pet? It didn't tame easy, I'll give it that.


A proud day for the Flaming Fist - and for all of Baldur's Gate.


Attack


Lost your footing, have you?


Erm. Ma'am.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


I love the sound of lockpicking.


Corellon preserve me. That cannot be our fate.


Now, where'd he go?


I live at the mercy of fiends. A devil's plaything awaiting a future in the Hells.


Someone with all the power of the Nine Hells... He must have brought so many to their knees...


Understandable. And you won't be. Not if I can help it.


Still nothing.


I punish evil and minor annoyances equally.


Intactilis sum!


How couldn't he be?


... wonder what... they look like now...


Orpheus' cry will shake the planes, and I will fly to your side.


You louse, you mite!


You came! I have - here! Mol said I should thank you properly. For the harpies.


*Scratch's tongue lolls out happily, his tail wagging even faster.*


...A minor hiccup in our escape plan, I see.


TRICK? NO... GOLD! I REQUIRE GOLD!


But first, it would be only befitting if you reward your subcontractor. The greater reward for the greater hunter.


Underdark critters must know not to darken Ethel's doorway.


These wilds crawl with monsters. You could be one of them.


I've never seen such a fearless display of sheer idiocy. Bravo!


No! NO! RAGH!


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


PainTeeth<br>var 2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Show me you have not strayed too far, girl. Show me that you still know your true purpose.


Bring me a liver - and I don't want to see any bite marks on it!


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Poor bastard. Slave-stock, are ya?


This place gives me the creeps.


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


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


Dost thou need my services?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Hmm... what's that?


I'm just very sleepy, mummy... I wish you'd stop waking me up so much.


You can't cure what you don't understand. And as much as I know about mind flayers, I can't make heads nor tails of this.


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


Peace in the Grove once again. It's been too long.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


No, no, no! The stone, it wouldn't... Something is <i>hurting</i> it!


Dream in red.


--- thrall -
- pestilence --
-- EXTINGUISH --


I mean desperate people... like those refugees. Never gave them much thought. Certainly not that bunch in the grove.


What can Hoots do you for, stranger? You got a taste for ale, I reckon. Or maybe -


Alchemist...


That was an unfortunate bit of business - but you handled yourself well. My thanks.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


There's an inscription on the ring. I don't recognise the language, though.


Doesn't it just?


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


Yeah? And how's that workin' out for you? Stuck in this hellhole with the rest of us.


Hah! Charity, in Baldur's Gate? Good one.


Let's go.


*But beneath the skin, flesh, and bone, there is a much more unpleasant sensation. Something nibbles and burrows where it does not belong. The tadpole, nestled in your brain.*


Ex Textura!<br>v3


The circumstance of my birth is no matter of pride for neither me nor my father.


Incommodum!


I'm doing what I have to... I can't be what you want to see in me.


It needs power. <i>Living</i> power. Figures.


That did the trick.


You're not my daddy - don't tell me what to do.


Better not be cursed.


By all means, do something less exceptional, and think of me while you're doing it.


Go on - lads were gathered near the windmill last I looked.


*A coiling, restless void stirs within you. Your patron. For some reason, this thing in the wall <i>excites</i> it.*


What do you think you're doing?! Poking around where you don't belong - I'll show you!


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


<i>Orin. </i>She managed to seize me from our very own camp.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>Can it be?


There can't be much of him left to find. Come on.


Not even for the betterment of the alchemical arts the realm over? Not even for <i>that?</i>


Yes, your brothers are dead. And before you ask - yes, I killed them.


Everyone's a critic these days...


Oh, come on. Okay. Heads or tails?


I might need you to be more specific there. Just one artefact will suffice.


Hey, who knows a good drinking song?


I was just perusing this little find and - WILL YOU SHUT UP?!


But you gotta at least look at the other rings, okay? I gotta eat.


Attack<br>var 4


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on my kin nearby.<br>


Livens the place up, doesn't he? Yes he does, indeed he does!


Ah, forgive Minsc. It has been said that his mouth sometimes frolicks in fields far ahead of his mind.


True, if he ever branches out from fighting the Infernal, he'd be a formidable threat.


I wonder when the goblins will come.


Go in peace, my friends. I pray our paths cross again.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Effort v11


It's always a blood sacrifice, isn't it? Why not a bit of spittle, or a nose hair?


This is pointless! Ketheric's invincible so long as Nightsong's rotting in his cage.


I wish you luck, my friend. And I hope that when I see you again, you'll be in one piece. Two or three at most.


Oh, <i>let's.</i>


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Even Mystra herself abstains from passing judgement on those who use the Weave. Her job is to ensure magic <i>exists</i>, not to dictate the purposes to which it is applied.


Attack Critical<br>var3


But know that you will have been instrumental in stopping the Grand Design.


Allow me to help.


A crack in its defences! Now we can destroy its true self.


They're dead, Vlaakith be praised.


High risk, high reward. This relic must be something special.


Go on in and have a drink for me, eh?


A pity though. You would know such sweet relief at my hands.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


But you convinced me otherwise.


I've been blessed. You can be too. Come with me and you can hear it all from Ketheric himself.


Strong! Show you!


What happened here? It's hard to make any sense of this mess.


((*hush. the Sovereign awaits*))


Elbows high. Now pull back and... swing!


Hope Priestess Gut can cure poisonin'...


Never thought I'd be the one to destroy a crèche. And get away with it.


Stay in the fight.


Heads will roll for this. This... this transgression! This injustice!


Hey you.<br>


<i>How he means to make the city bow to him and him alone.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v5


I think his ardour would fizzle as quickly as his spells often do if he saw us together.


*They say freedom has a price. In this case, yours didn't come cheap.*


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Let him be the last. If my dear mother has any mercy, she will ensure it.


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


I know, I know, but I just love you so.


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


Blessed Helm - he's dead!


Aerie. A brave avariel, who agreed to be my witch while I needed. She went in search of new wings.


Say, want to buy a lucky ring?


You - you <i>what? </i>


Lord Gortash will be informed - if you were to kill her and bring her Netherstone, he would be most pleased to reacquaint himself with you.


Falling<br>Var 2


SmileClosed<br>var 3


That so? Show me your brand then.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


Well! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Made it out of the Underdark in one piece, I see.


Attack<br>var 3


All right, so what the hell was this painter up to?


<i>There it is - the Morphic Pool. The place where the Chosen imprisoned the brain. That is where we must go. </i>


It's just she's lost herself a pack mule and a truffle pig.


Listen - the psionic detector. Githyanki are lurking nearby.


What do you mean, Boo? Of course the people have <i>voted</i> for Wyll. I think.


Tsk. That was pathetic - it really was. How said that shitty lie will be the last thing you say. Bye, fucker. You too, Blade.


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


*The boat is ready to sail.*


Besides, now is a time of celebration. I am sure you and your father have <i>plenty</i> to talk about.


Inexpugnabilis!


Dying Freezing to Death


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


I never believed her until now.


They must've thought the same of you. That's infernal machinery I smell, isn't it? And running awfully hot. Might be burning out a piston ring - or leaking oil.


What's that ticking?<br>


We should be in the city - hunting for work, making our fortunes.


Most on this plane believe you to be innately cruel, violent beings. Evil, if you will.


All mortals find their place at our Lord's side in time - your time is now.


Don't trouble yourself about the Watchers, all right? We're investigating it as we speak.


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


Each door named after a wizard of renown. The Annals must be behind Karsus' door.


-THE GRAND DESIGN-
             -order-
-perfection-
                -UNITY-


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


You're glowing. Finally, you have answers. Finally, you're free. Shar may still have access to you, but you're your own woman.


Well, I mean... kind of? It's a long story, honestly.


<i>So we have the final stone - I need to see it for myself. </i>


Effort v4


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


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Creaky old rubbish. Only useful as firewood now.<br>


I haven't spent much time with helpless old ladies. Was that normal?


What they were doing with us was... horrid. Thank you for saving me.


Big... bastard... smelled... like shite...


Here goes nothing.


That wasn't the deal. <i>Zavagh!</i>


As I said: no.


Yes, fine.


Now get out of my sight. I have some stakes to sharpen.


Perure!


Maybe I should stay crouched forever.


The goblin knows nothing of the <i>ghaik. </i>This is a waste of time.


Better than I ought to. Other than the occasional mental exchange, it's almost as if we're not infected.<br>


The illithid can't hear us.


I thought you many things, but cruel? That's a first.


I'll figure it out by myself - thanks.


*You try your best, but your best just isn't good enough. Things are about to turn ugly.*


Damn right!


<i>And in spite of your resistance to evolution - you have proved a good ally.</i>


You are impressive, it is true. But do not forget that I protected you. You were not alone.


How - how was I so blind?


And I thought <i>he was a </i>coward.


That was <i>'mazing! </i>Like one of them old hero stories. Thank you.


What do you mean?


<i>Dinnertime!</i>


<i>Caeci verum videant.</i>


Now you've seen what I have for thee - remember, discretion is <i>key</i> at the Devil's Fee.


Recovered <br>V2


Getting stuck with you isn't so bad.


It better be around here somewhere.


Baubles for Boo?


Dying Freezing to Death


Seems simple enough.


But we don't even know the way to Moonrise.


Looting... chapel ruins...


The githyanki from the mind flayer ship. A shame he didn't survive.


I need no further encouragement...


Gods, what happened to his head?


*You recall the memory Shadowheart recovered by eating the noblestalk - this must be the person she remembered.*


Only if my people extract them. The only other cure is the blade.


*Elarrathin Residence.*


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


Oh, crap. You're gonna enjoy this, ain't you?


A little gratitude would be nice.


There's a reverence to these murders, a certain flair. It's as if they were done in <i>worship</i>.


Don't listen to him, kid - we've got you.


Combat Vocals - Weak
aghhmmhh...
v3


Same as usual? That's... good, I guess.


Ohoho yes, this is it! I'm gonna be a whole Karlach!


Argh. No wonder. <i>Necromancy.</i>


Always.


You are so full of promise, the perfect Chosen. I almost hate to bring a challenge upon you.


Have you lost your nerve, my blood-starved sibling?  Did I mangle your skull too terribly?


How long before I can fight a real goblin?


Nah, let 'em come to us. Then stick 'em in the guts.


It's certainly a lot nicer here without sea devil corpses strewn everywhere.


What is this boat here for?


What the Society doesn't know won't hurt it, and we're left handsomely legacied either way.


Something <i>slimy </i>seems to be dripping from the rafters above.


Tsk'va - you may have succeeded, but I have failed. Gith's son is dead, and Vlaakith has abandoned me.


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


A ritual circle - and an infernal one at that. What's it doing here...?


You can change that, but only if you embrace your potential.


She's very good company, though. Ah, the stories we've traded over toast and tea. You're a highly entertaining source of speculation.


Tempestas!


Bailey, here, has earned a severe reprimand, and as it's the third one this tenday, he's out.


There's plenty of weirdoes about - you'll fit right in, freakshow.


Don't give me trouble now.<br>


Your gold, and your loins. Not for me to dictate what you do with either.


That's it. Get the facts, then sort them out. Not like we have much of a choice to do otherwise.


If it helps, I'm more than happy with where things are.


Voco murus!<br>v2


This battle will be won above the city. We must climb those tendrils to assault the brain.


Well. After you.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


Hold tight, I'm coming.


No use. It's blocked.


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


Judging by the state of the leg, this must be part of the clown.<br>


You'd really give so much? Thank you.


Invoco te<br>v2


Her mind, gone in an instant - the elder brain holds phenomenal power. There's no telling what it's capable of.


Viam sapientiae!


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


It's done.


<i>Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...</i>


The weapon. Give it to me.


Ease up, won't you? It was just a tiny stone bounced off your rump, not a ballista bolt.


Bathe in blood and ruin.


Ack. Mistress Kagha said it might come to this...


It's beautiful...


Moonlight, guidance, <i>tides</i>... how fascinating. Consider me converted, Selûne.


Ex nihilo!


Some of these crates are heavier than I feel good about lifting.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Invisibilis!


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


I think I see the madness slipping from your eyes. Looks like I won't be joining Alfira just yet.


No bleeding out on my watch.


Rambling nonsense. Why someone would be drawn to this is beyond me.


*Wyll's eyes turn to the control panel next to the pod. It has two devices marked with illithid symbols.*


*An act of vandalism has taken place. You might want to clear up this particular mess.*


Closed Mouth Effort


There is no need for me to bark. My actions will speak for themselves, in time.


I will not fall before my time.


This ritual rings a bell, but its execution is... grander somehow. A great flowering in the making.


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


Ah, so you didn't come to my aid. You came to <i>theirs.</i>


Repeat that mantra. Make of it a prayer, and see if it will save you.


Looks like that dragon destroyed the road.


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


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.


Effort v10


I don't think so. Not this time. It has to be you.


I won't keep you waiting.


You're cured. You're <i>free</i>.


Victory v3


Combat Vocals - Dodge<br>Ha!


Die alone, then. We do not care.


I'm glad you told me. Thought maybe you were going to keep it a secret forever.


Wield a god's power, and expect the full weight of opposing gods' wrath. I expect Mystra will be the first you contend with.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


Cave circulum!


Eh? Then you got business needs seeing to, don't ya?


<b>Thou hast shown proof of worthy kill. <br>Present thyself before Bhaal's will. </b>


*As the colourful man starts scribbling, the bear sneaks a quick look at the page.*


What kind of contraption is this?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


I need a little time. But I will gladly join you at journey's end - so long as it leads to the grave of General Ketheric Thorm.


Could be most anything. Their willingness to torment their travel partners with wisecracks, for example.


No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


Father said, ordered, commanded. Don't say it, don't say it! The cage. <b>Her cage.</b>


Da mihi facta!


As am I.


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


Ah, well. If you had, I could not fault you for lying - his kind have charm beyond our mortal means to resist.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I don't care what Roveer says, a turner and a spatula aren't the same thing. Hmf. Some chef.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


The same way Harpers learn of anything - poking noses where they don't belong.


<i>Proof of faith, held in worthy hands. It is as the Dread Lord requires. </i>


Are the gods really listening?


No, I can't. I came here for them.


Refreshing.


All right... say we found some miniscule patch of common ground... what then?


You know, Zariel may have put the fucking thing in, but Gortash gave her the go-ahead. You expect this shit from devils. But not from the people you care about.


Inactive. I should look around.


Not like this...


What are we talking here? Lemure? Pit fiend? Orthon?


Hm. Looks jammed.


<i>Agh! </i>This thing won't yield its contents easily...


You was born in a ditch. C'mon.


IT HEARS YOUR THOUGHTS IT HEARS HOPE'S HEART BEATING


Ah, as good as, boss! Got a professional workin' on him right now.


But - but of course. I should not pester you with matters so mundane. Shame...


The timelessness of lovers.


Hm. Operated from somewhere else?


True enough.


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


Dolor!


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


No, no, leave me alone!


One, two.


No, but you do understand, don't you?


Careful now or I'll subject you to more devilish parlour tricks. I know how to make a copper piece appear from behind your ear, you know.


Mum. I'm <i>fine. </i>Stop it.


*There is a pause as those glass eyes take you in. Then...*


Feel that? Guards are giving us the stink-eye.


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


Hells. The curse has torn open the ground itself...


Better than barging it down.


This must be what that book meant. I need to get across - and that means remembering where these platforms are.


Stultissime!


Path to Moonrise is opening up. Time for vengeance.


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


<i>It will lower the psionic defences around the larva. If I cannot remove it, I may still be able to tell you more about its origin.</i>


This is not how I die.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Husband died... wants him... wants him back.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Cresceat scientia!


I thought I made myself clear last time - lose the gith, or there's nothing more to say.


Minsc! I'll save him Boo, I promise!<br>


Timmasks - known to cause confusion. Best not get too close.


This vessel is at thy disposal. Do what thou wilt.


But at my foundation, I am a lost soul. We share that foundation.


Ferio!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


A rational choice. We mustn't stray from our path.


Deal.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Now, to retrieve it.


Yes, True Soul?


Yes, my Liege.


That was a public display of hope, despite private reservations.


This duty falls to you, but I will be by your side.


Caution is commendable. Boldness is extraordinary. In this case, I recommend the latter.


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


Does it matter? We managed to stop it.


I couldn't bear the thought of her being hurt. Not after the attack.


<i>One final test. Will she defy me and prove her worth, or will she cower?</i>


I've always had a soft spot for the confident ones...


Diminue!


Can't afford casualties now.


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


The Flaming Fist isn't what it used to be. It's grown weak, corruptible, <i>soft. </i>


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


You have done well, in spite of your affliction. Allow me to reward you. Baretha?


Efforts


If you say so, but I'll be watching you.


<i>This is not the place. We must find somewhere higher up to begin the climb. </i>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Pigeon feathers. No sign of the bird.


*Beneath the smoking ashes of Moonrise Towers, the elder brain lies destroyed. But what of the tadpoles it commanded?*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Thou necrotic stump!


*Thaniel is unresponsive. He hardly looks alive.*


What are you doing?!


That was on purpose!


Impero te!


Halt, villain, in the name of Lord Enver Gortash.


Absolute don't want this junk.


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


Something's always catching us.


I'm happy for you to have as much Halsin as you wish - but I do have one question.


At least, I hope they wouldn't. That's a scary thought.


Using a five finger discount.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


He was joking, this morning. Yonas, I mean.


There was magic in this glass, once. Dark, hungry magic...


Orpheus lives. Vlaakith has rejected us. We are Hshar'lak.


Jaheira and every fighting body in this place have gone to Moonrise Towers to face Ketheric down. She's waiting for you there.


With Jaheira to lead us, and you bringing light to the shadows, we might just have a chance.


Astarion - you tried to bite me. I've been keeping company with a vampire.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Hm. A book on Netherese magic. Gale may like to know.


Es praedae mei!


Laughter


So, only a mind flayer can wield the stones, if you trust the Emperor's word. You are already part-illithid, but this is a whole other matter...


What I said! That he'd get me and my gang safely to Baldur's Gate.


You shall be a naked filthy piglet soon, supping on bones. You shall hardly be able to defecate in the corner, yet alone rule the world.


*Yip?*


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


*As with the boy's slate in the mountain crèche, there are hidden writings among the glyphs.*


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


A sorry outcome.


Stop the ritual... I don't want to go...


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


This soul awaits thy command.


CoughIll
var 4


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Ran... into... shadows...


Horses? Perish the thought - those ill-tempered beasts are prone to biting.


An elf. Such temptation - I loved many in my day, but never one so fair.


You've got a <i>lovely</i> singing voice, Baz...


The route with fewer hook horrors and other beasties? Perish the thought.


I haven't the foggiest. No doubt through some nefarious means - the crown's existence had been consigned to legend centuries ago.


And we must find this captured devil. Two missions. One destination.


And what if your nerve fails at the last, wizard? I would rather trust my courage than yours.<br>


*All you can see are those eyes you've seen so many times before, pleading with you to help him.*


Thank you, magic!


Some possessions are naught but a burden.


You wouldn't even know what he looks like.


Let us wait for the mad bejewelled monk. He will want to be here.


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


We need to stay alert.


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


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


No advantage is unfair.


Well - whatever you're into.


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


I knew Ketheric Thom was ruthless, but this is more than I could have fathomed he was capable of.


Don't mind if I do.


Good show.


<i>What are you doing?</i>


You're amply reinforced already. I'll let the new blood do all the running around, for now.


No, I mean more like vices. You know - pleasures of the flesh.


A githyanki hunting party. Perhaps the noises from that device heralded their arrival.


It seems now I do.


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


Dying Panic Fall


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


The security measures are extreme.


A waste. Even now she's preparing her Inquisitor for your death. Not to mention the rest of the crèche. They will kill you on sight.


Nothing but dirt.


A scaffold awaits Florrick. Perhaps we can free her.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


*Nothing - he's fine. It seems the cub didn't attack Scratch, despite the sounds you heard in the night.*


Et alibi!<br>v2


Not sure what you expected. I'm a kid living at the back of a cave.


Te adstringo linguam!


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


*Your companions sleep like blissful lumps of meat.*


You bloody arse rat. Fine - keep it. Much good it'll do you.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Alas, she misses the fallen duke. Someone will need to step up in his absence, a man with the spirit of a dragon.


The singer keeps telling us that if we're good and quiet, we'll all be safe.


I am here.


We are fortunate to have found a companion.


The work must not be interrupted. Away!


Clever alchemy.


All dead. Whatever they were guarding, it made them regret it.


With haste.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


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


Oh, darling, don't forget that dragonborn's order. It's due shortly.


We owe you every gratitude. If we had something - anything - to give, we would. But our thanks - and Tyr's gratitude - will have to suffice for now.


Do not let your guard down - one misstep, and we're dead.


<i>Do not seek me again - we are done. You will live with the consequences of your actions, for the little time you have left. </i>


What's this? Looks like it should be plugged in somewhere.


Please. I can't go first. I can't.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


It would have been quite something in its heyday. But even now, it has much to teach us.


I have power enough to share - if I must.


Blood-stained collars? Guess I know what happened to all those missing pets.<br>


Impero te!<br>v2


Wildshape... that was no ordinary bear - that was a druid. Need to see the corpse.


Worth a rummage.


You are a better man than most, and a better son than I deserve. I'll yet make amends, but -


Perhaps.


Urdlen's teat, that's nasty!


The way back to Baldur's Gate.<br>


Laughter Maniacal


Watch that tone, sweetie. You want to be in my good books - trust me.


Menzoberranzan, City of Spiders. Of course Raphael has dealings in the depths of the Underdark.


I've often asked myself the same question, and never <i>really</i> found a satisfactory answer.


<i>Another</i> one down?! You pisspots can't 'old your drink. Shameful.


Stupefacio!


Recovered <br>V3


Mm hm.


Into the bloody fray!


I can mend your flesh.


There's a spell disguising this book. You're not really... 'Flumph Mating Rituals', are you?


What, think you can do better? HA. Go on then, have at it.


Dunno what you said in there, pal, but you're not to go back in.


More love-letters from Orin. More scraps for your bedding, Boo.


There's something in your head! Please - we'll take our chances out here. Just... just leave us be!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


If play-time is quite finished?


Hells. You sound like an ogre thrust his spindle in a serpent.


Oh, look, they think they have free will. How darling.


All in good time. Remember - <i>lil alurl velve zhah lil velkyn uss...</i>


If I get strong enough, I won't have to run next time... Hmm.


*What remains are simple instructions written in a spare hand: the secret to forging adamantine.*


You'll find everything is in order.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


But we haven't sprouted any tentacles - not yet, anyway. Could just be good luck. I'm not so...


A True Soul - like you - has been chosen by the Absolute. You speak with her voice.


More for me.


Me and justice are good mates, believe me. The goons chasing me are anything but -


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


While they're hogging broadsheet pages, the puzzle section shrivels and dies.


<i>The flavours of my favourite fiddlehead soup, should you wish to experience it for yourself. </i>


This is not the time, Petras.


Um... baa?


Wasn't any of your business, though, was it?


*Your body feels aroused imagining a broken twisted neck, and a thrill thinking of a trailing intestine.*


I can feel it. So much infernal machinery - and magic - at work here.


Thanks. I thought I was done for.


*Perhaps that spell was an unwise choice, given your current incarceration. This guard clearly thinks so.*


<i>Drugnin</i>' outsiders. You've got no business here.


Do you drink everything any petty mixer places in your hand? You must have a most colourful chamber pot.


Can you summon the dead? Bring them back? Can you - ugh, can you shut up and let me read?


Assimilate Orpheus, wield his power. Vlaakith's knights will fly to our aid - we will slaughter the brain, end the Grand Design...


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


*She hastily tucks away an ornate box - one covered in ancient githyanki scripture.*


Cages, shackles, whips... all prepared to mete out misery on captives.


You might only find a pile of ash, but I'll be there all the same.


Ugh, I need a bath. Or several.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Not right now. I need a moment.


Amicus animalis!


My people have never hunted a monster this large - they are eager to join the fray.


What... what was that?


Fine. I <i>will.</i>


What will we do once we reach the city? No - one problem a time.


You won't catch me looting all that shiny Zhent armour. I'd rather go into battle bare-arsed.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


But don't you worry about Mol - it goes without saying she still has the unconditional freedom to choose the only option she has left.


So, this toymaker's been converting cuddly bears into deadly traps? How wicked.


Mors tua, vita mea!


Enjoy the party, milady.


This has a magic ward protecting it.


This place could use a little sunshine. Keep a close eye for curtains, Boo!


<i>Damn.</i>


We need to find him, before it's too late.


Did you hear that? The poor evil cultist needs our help.


Diminuo te!


This place is touched by the infernal. I can smell the she-devil. I can smell my son.


Back off! Got enough powder to blow us all to bits!


Corpora sana!<br>v3


The mask. Take it off - <i>right now</i>!


Here's the book he mentioned. Disguised by magic as... 'Flumph Mating Rituals'? Hells...


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


I can spare a little something - and a smile. I hope you can make do.


Abandoned. Whatever god this place was built for can't be in great demand.


Oh no.


<i>Is'tark. Chraith!</i>


*As you turn back, the child slips between the rocks.*


Destiny is a fickle mistress. She showers you in riches one day and kicks you into the gutter the next. But today, she smiles.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Indolence breeds madness.


Tools and a climbing rope. This must have been that gnome's escape route.


Effort v10


<i>Rolan! Unleash fire from the heavens.</i>


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


Thank you, Helm - for sending your warrior to save us.


Come on. We'll never fix these brainworms if we stop and gawk at every piece of carrion you find.


I need your eyes. In a manner of speaking.


Finally free. I must find my kin.


Your very presence groans with the weight of Oghma's knowledge. Be welcome, learned one.


I'm fine. The bar looks cleared out, anyway.


You gave him up? I wasn't sure you would.


Aw, look, the damned thing went all to bits. Now isn't that a shame?


I wonder why this one isn't working.


*Your guilt is unsurprising. It seems you have a choice - the cells, or the sword?*


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


There are still gnomes trapped behind those rocks - with a vicious cultist, no less.


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


This one's tryin' to poison us! Kill 'em!


Well you've looked. Now keep away from that raft until I say otherwise.


Aresce!


Cover your nose by the cells. Those gnomes smell like <i>labour.</i>


Again? Garron, you know the rule: we cook, your wife cleans.


You're important round here - go and tell Lord Gortash what a monumental mistake he's making.


A couple turns should do it.


Twisty corridors, flickering candlelight - oh, it's just <i>such</i> compelling reading.


Aha. Well, I wouldn't put it in quite those terms. I'm simply a duplicator of artistic works that already exist.


Must have been a challenging kill.


I would gladly force somebody else through there, but I don't fit.


Now I must turn my thoughts to future days.


Get any joy out of the poem? Load of nonsense, innit?


What do we have here?<br>


It is pleasing to see we are of one mind.


<i>Phlar Lolth ssinssrickla.</i>


I wasn't sure we'd have a chance to make merry, just the two of us.


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


No, I was glad you sought me out for an entirely different reason:


Speaks well, that Enver Gortash. An excellent rhetorician.


The bigwigs at Moonrise like to 'be involved', the drow says.


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


Is someone crying?


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


But the line is not ended... You carry him with you, deep within. In your Divine Essence.


Get 'em, Boo!


Balthazar, a necromancer lap dog of Ketheric Thorm's.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I can be valuable in more ways than you might expect. When you figure out you need me, just say the word.


Bet that will fit in my pack.


Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.


Need any advantage I can get.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


<i>But it seems you are more interested in my past. </i>


With the state of these bodies, not even a priest could help them now.


If I understood their script, who knows what secrets their texts would surrender...


Githyanki bones. Perhaps a fallen member of the original raiding party.


Empty.


I've filled appeals - pleaded with the High Artificer himself. They've refused us time and again. Now, however, I will <i>make </i>them listen.


Viam sapientiae!


Vae victis!<br>v2


Wyll intends to take the fight to the very Hells themselves? I can think of no one more capable.


Ngh... feels like my tadpole is going to burst out of my skull.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


The lesson is death.


Bloody squatters... I should put bear traps under the windows next time.


This wretch following in your worm wake won't help you. Your bond is brittle, the kind the tyrant longs to break.


<i>You. </i>Enter at once. <i>She </i>has been awaiting you.


Mutatis mutandis!


Do not forget it is the brain's butt we must kick, my friend! Get to the Crown and cast the spell!


Who wouldn't be interested? It's the ultimate freedom.


Quite some valuable knowledge hidden between these pages.


Who you tryin' to kid? You want this for yerself. And that means you better cough up some coin.


I did not <i>run away </i>- a date was never set. There were... complications.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


But that comes later. Boots first, then you'll get what's coming to you.


A map - shapeshifters' locations, and Father Lorgan's name on top. The killer must have been here.


You are in no position to negotiate, Gondian.


This ain't the worst posting, I suppose. Beats guarding the docks, place <i>reeks</i>.


You've killed us, you prick of the absolute - stone dead.


Tell me - did you see what happened here?


Well, we'll never know, will be? Because Cal had one job - protect her. And he failed - <i>miserably.</i>


<i>Tsk'va. </i>You are no thrall - Vlaakith blesses me this day! Together we might survive.


Tempestas!


-----together-      -conquer--
    ---kill----
-SLAUGHTER---


The scent of murder... such a <i>heady</i> perfume. Even in the face of betrayal.


Xanta... is it so?


That would be nice. I'd welcome a proper cup of tea.


Falling<br>ver 1


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


She needs sleep. And she needs to be closely guarded.


It was over in a flash. They're at peace now, praise Ironhand.


The shadow-cursed lands... makes back home in the Underdark seem quaint.


Get in there.


*You stare, frozen, until she finally locks eyes with you.*


Yes?<br>


She's not breathing.


What in all the Hells is going on?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


And we ignored you.


Tell me, Lae'zel. Tell me you took the devil's deal. Tell me you will free Gith's heir.


Effort v3


Everyone assumes I killed the dog. I <i>liked</i> the dog.


Allies we are, and allies we remain, and we will unite us against the deviant plot of this mad mage.


He's tottering. Another drink might knock him out.


Why, I'd spot the wearied gaze of a fellow Baldurian anywhere. Cheer up, friend!


<i>It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!</i>


*Thoughts flittering, you prepare to be hated.*


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Wait - here. I was... keeping this. Safe.


This place... these shadows. I don't seem to be affected. Not as badly, anyway.


Yes, I suppose that's my only option, given I've clearly no hope of getting my gold back the right way.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Vae victis!


Attack<br>var 3


What the hells are these?


Oh no. Tragic.<br>


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


We need to stay alert.


Nice view.


Where did the djinni find this crap?


I meant to do that.


Thaniel...


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


Plant one foot in front of the other. Head forward, back straight. Make them fear you.


<i>Gods... It hurts so m-</i> WAIT! YOU! PLEASE - THE LEVER!


We simply haven't time for <i>all</i> of my titles.


Damp stone and darkness. Is this the Underdark?


Let me guess - Brithvar and Kur. They've been a thorn in my arse since Nere hired us.


I don't fancy their chances.


No bleeding out on my watch.


If Nightsong's fury against Ketheric runs as deep as it seems, she will make a fierce ally indeed.


You're 'working on it' are you? And what do you have to show for yourself? Nothing!


Not the time for it.


*The device <i>yearns </i>for the creature, for every part of you tainted by its presence. You will be <i>consumed.</i>*


If I have any choice as to where I die, I'd rather it not be in the bowels of a ruined monastery.


*Lae'zel's mind reels with images of Vlaakith, the Prism, and the githyanki prince inside it.*


Hells. They deserved better. They deserved a <i>chance.</i> Tell me, Astarion. Was the power worth their sacrifice?


I can relate. I think I used to have a place of my own I liked to retreat to... but it slips my mind.


Sounds like something's angry - or maybe hungry. Best steer clear.


<i>Unorthodox - but a show of faith nonetheless.</i>


No doubt about it - this is where the hag must be.


I... feel like I should say that I already took some of your stuff. Before now, I mean.


I need aid.


So blunt - have you forgotten all the interrogation techniques I taught you? Where is the <i>finesse?</i>


To eat his sins. Shall I take yours too?


Crawling back from her bloody disgrace - it's my <i>favourite</i> assassin! Gods, you're a sight for sore eyes.


These beasts appear quite convinced that you're a comrade in arms. Just as the tieflings were, I expect.


Aren't you the intrepid little adventurer. Digging and diving where you don't belong.


He's tottering. Another drink might knock him out.


Even the rats have the good sense to pay homage to Lady Shar.


When the hosts of the planes raise their voices in harmony, it is your name they sing, and your grace they seek.


I can see my kids again, my grandkids! Gods, it's been so long.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


Mercy? You showed goblins mercy? The half-orc won't like this.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


And what do you deserve, I wonder, for meting out such justice?


*Here lies Aradin. He yearned for glory and adventure. And he got it.*


That dead bird must be laden with cursed shadow. I wouldn't touch it.


Forget the book then. Let's be blank slates on blank sheets, delightfully new.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


So, the githyanki have no cure for our condition - unless you count death as a cure. I won't pretend to be surprised.


Are those... specks of adamantine in this slag?


I hate to be rude, but this stall is taken. I fear you won't like what happens if you don't leave <i>now.</i>


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


It's obvious, isn't it? To placate us. To keep us all nice and obedient.


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


If I were less educated, I'd presume to ask what you're doing on the Sword Coast.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I come to you, <i>khal'abbil</i>.


Fall by my hand!


*Gone fishing. CATCH you later! - Ellis*


Is that my future? Is that why they died?


The laughing monk's granddaughter. Let us reunite them.


I've got you.


I'm sure Gortash will be eager to learn of his rival's demise.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Why must you be so <i>stubborn</i>?


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


<i>Poetic nonsense. There is no wyrm, and no saviour.</i>


Open up.


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


Another coward crying for aid? How <i>usual.</i>


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


All this month, no fresh vegetables. Damn the Absolute!<br>


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


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


I'm a mentor, not your mother. I don't wax poetic about boogeymen to keep you on the straight and narrow.


Me and mum and pops, we followed Zevlor out here. Then he - he -


You have done quite enough 'explaining', Volothamp Geddarm.


That's the last time I let anyone work late without me. Bloody idler didn't get a thing done.


These cultists seek a weapon. Could they mean the artefact that we carry?<br>


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Focus. Strike true.<br>


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


Pizzled rancour!


Good - they deserve a chance at life. Nature will handle their fates from here.


A fine sentiment. But I require more.


Recovered


I stay with him and keep him company when he's scared. He'll settle down, in time.


Welcome to Bonecloak's. Doors are still open thanks to that noblestalk you helped us with.


And is that your partner with you? What a gorgeous couple... perhaps we could come to an agreement.


<i>We have had our disagreements - but in the end you always do what needs to be done.</i>


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


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


He did seem quite interested in my collar bones... I thought that was just his 'thing', if you catch my drift.


Wowee. Impressive stuff.


Sine metu!<br>v2


I shouldn't be speaking to you. My father read an article that said you did bad things.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


That one was strong.


Be ready, or I'll kill you myself.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Stay ready. We aren't alone here.


Here - I need you strong.


The stink of that place might never wash out.


Out, foul deformity!


Look here!


Why are they doing this...?


<i>My </i>heart. It was mine, and they took it.


He must have returned to the grove.


No time for human nonsense.


An icon of Shar? Shadowheart will want to see it.


How about some water, Mr Rolan?


A diabolist's shop! <i>On your guard</i>, Boo - they like to use noble little hearts in their filthy rituals.


Aw, c'mon. We could be mates.


*Several of the pictured Dawnmasters remind you of monks who would dedicate their lives to mastering specific weapons of war.*


Sahuagin. But why are they so close to the city?


Missing - 'Zola'. 'Rascal'. Why do those names sounds familiar? Oh - the blood-stained collars...


Rest well, and keep your wits about you. Tomorrow, we go to war with the cult of the Absolute.


Moonmaiden, guide my hand!


They're right. No one's safe if that thing goes loose.


Here. Now go back to the pit that made you.


*Memories flood back - snatches of your story, written in the blood of a thousand victims.*


Ho ho, a circus! How I love the raucous revelry, the goofs and the guffaws.


Ta-ta!


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


NO USE


Kill the worm brain - but I got dibs on the body!


You gonna open this cage or wot?


Sure, take it.


I know that what I ask may seem unreasonable, but I promise I only make such a request because it is so <i>incredibly</i> important.


That's one intricate door for such an out-of-the-way place.


Da mihi facta!


This crossbow is too well designed to be made by duergar.


Now, now - I'm sure it's much more scared of us than we should be of it.


They must have been hiding here. Quite unsuccessfully, I would add.<br>


Minsc? Boo?


Did I see you drawing something earlier?


You have found your way to the Murder Tribunal - Bhaal's favour is yours to grasp.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


Stabilio!


That's Oskar. I've known many artists, and none have half his talent, or his charisma. He had our guests eating from the palm of his hands.


Effort v2


Please, can I stay here? I don't want to be alone.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


Is that so? Well they'll regret picking my shift to turn up. Show 'em to me.


Shouldn't you be out earning the plaudits of a grateful nation, or something?


New to the Guild, are you? If you're not dead in a tenday, I might learn your name.


And that was your gut response? Really?


Don't worry - I've got this!


He got inside my head. Twisted my thoughts. Evil, I tell you. Pure evil.


Seems simple enough.


Hogwash, of course. A githyanki can no more rise above its nature than gnomes can fly.


Yes. Of course that's why you did it.


I am coming.<br>


Curious - what are those marks there?


Ouch. Well-earned.


You still slaughtered the true heir, Gith's son and salvation. You sentenced us to slavery!


Calm yourself, darling. I'm here to help.


Surprisingly pleasant odour - I should sell this as perfume.


Mrah! Look, Tambourine, a servant comes to help us.


Consider this budding romance thoroughly nipped. Though I hope our friendship need not come to such an abrupt end.


Blood near the bed.<br>


I hate it had to end like this. A torturous fate by any measure.


Unless you took her head already, I suggest you stay far away from her.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.