Then again... if you're going to the Towers... it stands to reason you might encounter Wulbren while you're there.


I question the wisdom of that decision.


I command you, corpse: speak! Reveal truth to the Absolute!


For the best, I guess.


Prove him wrong, then. If you think you're able to, that is.


Blrgh. Don't feel so good...


These gith are formidable - but not infallible. We can take them in battle, should it come to that.


You're lucky I'm sympathetic towards a fellow amnesiac, that's all I'll say.


Shouldn't you be assisting the Absolute - perhaps by torturing a sweet grandmother, or brainwashing school children?


As if a touch of magic could keep us out.


What must you have done to win the Dark Lady's esteem? I cannot imagine it was prowess, or cunning.


It barely tickled him! What am I missing?


<i>I must regain control over the githyanki prince!</i>


But that doesn't get us any closer to motive.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Thanks.


Your suffering will be spectacular.


Intactilis sum!


When did she change her mind?


Stuck? That's not good.


Were these the ones Father Lorgan was trying to help, do you think?


Those boots look quite special. Something for Gale, maybe?


Pickets, ballistas, siege engines... a little old-fashioned, too. A hundred years? More?


Then we agree. Preservation is not luxury, it is not zealotry. It is necessity.


Something to turn the tide.


I read about you in the Baldur's Mouth. Surprised they haven't got you on the gallows already.


A little gratitude would be nice.


Your ally's a fraud - a soldier in the archdevil Zariel's army. Either I cut her down, or she burns the Sword Coast to ash.


It's that or teach them to beg for their lives.


It seems the Absolute's forces are already marching on the grove. I'll have to try get ahead of them, do what I can.


Investigating... the Absolute. Goblins'... new god...


A couple turns should do it.


Or command her to empty the latrines.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


'The Legend of Ansur.' An epic poem, from the looks of it.


You'll be missing more than your eye before I'm done.


What a strange looking doll.


You're wasting blood.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


((*Sovereign. he has come. he is here*))


Last Light Inn... we rallied here once, years ago, before the assault on Moonrise Towers.


Is being a mind flayer so bad?


Recovered <br>V4


You will not become a mind flayer. Not while I'm around. I'll protect you.


But behind the façade, there is a monster. A vampire who has made Baldur's Gate a feeding ground and his palace an abattoir.


These are all about Shadowheart. My gods.


*The rat is otherwise silent in the face of your accusation.*


Burnt to a crisp.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


AH! Nearly had it!


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Endless dark. Transfixing, isn't it? Who knows what's down there.


Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?


Combat Vocals - Dodge
Ha!
v4


Resisto frigus!


I've got it! They're out of plum prosecco here - I bet Clovia's gone to the Mermaid to find some more! Thanks, you jogged my memory. <br>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


You are stupendously lugubrious this day, High Inquisitor. An inspiration to us all.


These bones speak of some old tragedy. Harper insignia; druidic markings - they must have fell as allies.


A prayer. Curious symbol next to it... well, saying a few words won't hurt.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


As you wish. I'll pray for your success, to any god who will listen.


Then, after a while, I'd find whoever killed him and put a smokepowder bomb in their trousers.


They wanted tieflings out. They got their wish.


The clerks will help you as soon as they can.


Recovered <br>V2


We should find him, maybe he can help?


*The lock you tampered with remains intact. The same may not be true of you, once this guard decides your punishment.*


*This area appears to be off-limits. Perhaps you should wander elsewhere.*


Bhaal should be begging me to join his ranks.


*Returning the stolen items, while commendable, stil amounts to a confession. A prison cell beckons...*


Almost time for the killing to start again. Hooray.<br>


Listen!


But it is <i>not</i>. The bargain was made, the path was cleared!


Easy for you to say - you can do what you want, go where you want. My kids need protecting, and I'm going to protect 'em.


The hells? What's so important about these wetlands that it would lead here?


Aw, I should've checked there!


I've got one!


If it comes to a fight, we can handle it - we always do.


The road to Baldur's Gate lies west of Reithwin. Our quickest route, if we can stay ahead of the Absolute' forces.


Gods... We made it! We actually <i>made it</i>!


I wonder what Orin plans to do with <i>your</i> face.


Haven't seen you since you saved my hide from Eth - from the hag. But we've no time for a drink and natter.


Well done! Well done <i>indeed</i>! On this eve, Sceleritas gazes upon perfection.


Allow me to live dangerously while I still can.


Stuck in place, I see.


Yes, yes, fine. It's just - specific. Why not kill the gnolls or goblins rampaging around here?


And not a moment too soon. Myself, I must away to Waterdeep. Your mother will be worried silly not to have heard from either of us - and now I can bring her the good news.


A dead drow. Hardly a welcoming sight.


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


Always room for more.


I will allow the voice of the Absolute in. Once it reaches you, it will order you to transform.


Mmmmmmn...


I would look into it myself... if it wouldn't get me fired.


Oh, my darling Carolina
how I'd love to wine and dine ya
but you chose my foolish brother over me...


Well that could have gone better.


Weak


Now that's not good.


Urgh. Fine. I gives it to you - for a discount! HAHA.


Voco nubes!


Stone Lord's thugs... threat to us all...


... and then shagged it!


Now, where'd he go?


Now <i>that's</i> funny. And the best part is you actually believe it.


Resisto acidum!


Hellrider... for... life...


*You have a flash of recognition. This is the Blade of Frontiers - hero of the Sword Coast, and the hunter who chased you through the Hells.*


*Your suspicions have proven true. This is <i>the </i>Gauntlet of Lady Shar. Perhaps here, you can show yourself to be worthy. A Dark Justiciar, at last.*


Pipe down!


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


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


Well well, what have we here.


All that matters now is the future. There are few of us left, but we can rebuild. We can be strong again.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


What the fuck is this loon talking about.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I served Vlaakith the whole of my life. Learned her words, fought her battles. Yet your words carry truth.


Securing.


'The Legend of Ansur.' An epic poem, from the looks of it.


Ah - ummm, it's gone. I had it just now, I'm - I'm sorry.


Pardon me, little preoccupied, can't talk. Where's Clovia gotten to now? Talking to that minx from the Foundry again, I don't doubt.


Just shut up and keep your eyes peeled.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Pallida mors!


GruntAngry<br>var 2


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


<i>What?</i>


A githyanki warrior hardly needs to be told that.


A whole fleet of nautiloids. How many 'True Souls' have passed through this place?


<i>I just want to understand. I just want to know why.</i>


With a flick of the wrist.


We should have minions for such tasks.<br>


He is the Lord of Murder. Let us remind the Tribunal of this.


What do I do? I failed the <i>sa'varsh</i>, I failed Vlaakith herself!


So many infernal items... Looks like a genuine diabolist's collection.


No hard f-feelings.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


It does not surprise me that Shadowheart's faith was based on a lie. Deception is the sum of Shar's design.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Tread carefully now.


We can lay down later.


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


Tell me. What do you intend to do with them?


Seco!


The huntsman and huntress, no match for the beast...


Much time was lost, but no more. Now we can be there for our daughter.


This is no good - I need something that can crack stone.


I was quite popular too - I'm not picky about my customers.


Deplorable. The living are made undead, without even dying first.


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


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


Fiat lux!<br>v2


You. True Soul.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


These plates can be rotated. Most likely for a reason.<br>


Shadowheart... it can't be.<br>


An uncanny apparition. I'm not entirely sure what to make of it.


I - I don't understand. I've been following those wretched beasts?


The source of the curse, no doubt. Now to find a way to reverse its effects...


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


And yet, as you came afore Bhaal, you spat upon the glory all of our brood dream of so deeply.


Gods no. It wasn't supposed... to be like this...


*The statue gives no response.*


They likely have a camp nearby. I'd expect more raiders eventually.


Nothing.


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


Tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple. The name Father Lorgan are written alongside.


I'm not here for games. Hand me the stones, or face the black hand of Lord Bane.


Do it for Minsc!


We cannot die for one who is already doomed. <i>Come.</i>


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


...No - no! ARGH!


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Deure!


The name sounds familiar. A Harper leader, if I recall.


You did it. <i>You actually did it! </i>The leaders dead - praise Silvanus.


With these killings, the glory of the Bhaalists has risen beyond what we dreamed possible during those dark days.


Dodge


Ore and mould - but they still need the lava to bind them.<br>


Until the Inquisitor's slayer is found, and <i>destroyed. </i>No sooner.


I am no slave, Jhe'stil Kith'rak. The Undying Queen is my freedom. It is she who will purify me, and she who will ascend me.


I hear you rented the upper floor - went straight through Alan Alyth. You big dummy, you should have talked to me first, I could've got you a bargain rate!


Might not be the time.


Recovered


Remember. I am always here for you.


Fine. Better in our home than quivering in some bush out in the Cloakwood.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


It also means if I'm heated at all - excited, nervous, scared - I'm <i>way </i>too hot to touch.


Shar won't bother us here. She's far too busy writing poetry and crying about how much people prefer her sister.


I need a hug.


Is this animal, mineral, or fungus? I have not seen its like before.<br>


*Meats, cheeses, breads, and veg. Beehive's keeps its pantry full so you can fill yours!*


Think about it - they're stuck here with no coin and nothing to do!


A <i>kith'rak</i> demanded my head. I should have given him yours.


The map shows tunnels beneath a temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is scrawled alongside them.


*Since the death of Gortash, the Flaming Fists seem as tense as cocked crossbows. It wouldn't take much to set them off.*


Watch your feet. Our hatchery does not treat strangers kindly.


But other than that, I don't care what methods you use. As long as you get rid of them - and fast - it's fine by me.


An illusion. Wonder what's hiding back there...


May we hope for half the courage in the battle to come - so that this does not happen again.


Mephistar - the ice citadel of an archdevil. As hellish as it gets.


Footprints, heading into that cave. Suspiciously small footprints...


Jhaam... Harper scout...


Get off yer arse and do yer own killin'!


Diminue!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


Shadowheart - aid us!


*Your thoughts begin to fragment and buckle. With sinking clarity, you realise the Emperor was right - without it, you will die.*


Thank <i>gods</i>.


I'd swear that ox's gaze is following me.


Take his head. He won't be putting it to good use.


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Victory v3


Ah - so that's what people mean when they talk about butterflies in their stomach. Did you want something?<br>


Ale me!


Do you often burst into flames or was that a special occasion?


The Lord of Justice sent us after a devil haunting this area. We squared off against her. We lost.


Don't group me with the likes of them!


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Indeed? Then removing his people should provide you little challenge.


Why does anyone bother wearing swim-garments at all?


Dolor...


Just let her go. Please.


But Dame Aylin's deeds are great; her presence - present. Sooner or later, he will discover that the daughter of Selûne lives.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


You know, I've been thinking.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Not everyone made it out alive.


Stop! One more step and I'll rip your throat out.


This is meant to render people undead - <i>glorious!</i>


You again. Just when I thought today couldn't get any worse.


Believe me, I'm aching to have my revenge.


For the last time, I don't have the stupid thing!


*Debates held every tenday. The subject of the next debate: Spore Use Above Ground - Are the Merits Worth the Risks?*


Can't keep me out.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


You won't be hurting for long.


Why should I go back to him? He abandoned me!


Effort v11


If we find it, maybe we can turn it against him?


Thou necrotic stump!


That was you? I heard Ragzlin was tough as dragon meat.


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


They say that history does not repeat, but it does rhyme, now and again. This is a rather unharmonious example.


Well. That quite the load of gobbledygook, wasn't it?


Looks like she's fit as a fiddle again. Which might be somewhat dangerous, mind you.


Dying Freezing to Death


Good of you to notice. For my part, <i>I</i> have noticed the cleric is a liar.


Yet you sowed chaos at my Iron Throne. You blatantly mocked the terms of my bargain.


You'll find much of sentimental value among the confiscated goods. That is to say - junk.


Were you involved in this?


Attack Critical<br>var2


A ritual circle. The Moonlanterns must receive their enchantments here.


Perhaps using the lyre would be the wisest course.


You're going to suffer for everything you did to me.


Only that I find you quite irresistible. Even illuminated by such rotten light as this place produces.


Someone there?


They'll sing songs about this, you know. They simply don't know any better.


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


You're desperate to be rid of it. Understandable, but you're looking for solutions in the wrong places.


We don't even know how long Rolan's been gone.


Oh yeah.


What in the hells, Astarion? You tried to bite me last night!


You must be dismantled and your components recycled.


I'll feel that one later.


No more problems from that runt after <i>that</i>.


By rights your teeth should be falling out and your skin turning grey. I don't know why you haven't changed, but I can't risk you suddenly turning into a mind flayer.


Augh. This tastes like a rothé's breath smells.


Tu es nihil!


Well. I have some business I am <i>long </i>overdue in completing, and I'm sure you have... something to do.


Odd.


Jammed  tight.


Don't make me hurt you, boy.


Delightful! I prefer it fresh, but still - beggars, choosers, all that.


This is meant to render people undead - <i>glorious!</i>


Aqua pura!<br>v3


The bark's like iron. This is a waste of time.


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


The wizard has become slightly less insipid and a little more insidious of late. The change suits him.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


Boo wants a little look inside.


Near as I can tell, Mystra demands Gale's faith - but holds no faith in him.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Watching gods... there is no boot <i>big </i>enough.


Easy as that, is it? I hope you wouldn't give the rest of us up so easily.


The druid's poison is spreading. I need a cure, fast.


It sounded like Gale really meant it. He really wants to take control of the Karsite Weave.


<i>Do it.</i>


Options are pretty thin on the ground.


You sure about that, soldier? Seems risky.<br>


Hold tight.


Why'd he come all this way to track us down?


Hold up, lads! This one might be more'n we bargained for.


Yes. It's a good thing we were here.


Already dead.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I trust you speak of the bonds of love, and not the shackles of servitude.


Shadow Druids at work - and this Kagha is their newest recruit.


A very gory idea of art.


GaspSurprised<br>var 3


What can I say? You freed me from the tune.


Ad lapidem!


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


I'd be careful with Lae'zel.


Thank you, petal. It is so <i>lovely </i>to be appreciated.


Waiting with bated breath.<br>


That disguised journal spoke of this Adamantine Forge as well. Interesting.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Reckon it owes us a game. You wanna hear the rules or not?


This woman tended a bar where she took her patrons, her <i>friends, </i>into her confidence - promised their secrets were safe with her.


Sound the horn, then.


I'll wait here. Just know that you're gambling with the grove's very existence.


*And if you should enjoy yourself in the process, well, what harm...?*


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


Damn coward's got plenty to answer for.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


<i>I ask that you refrain from violence, while I respect that your opinion of my kind may not change.</i>


*Ha! You've earned Tasha's Hideous Laughter, and you're all the more foolish for it. Congratulations!*


I am veiled.


We've lost so many since Elturel.


Those beasts are here for a reason.


*Behold the glorious remains of Draven Mistbrook; poet, epicure, romantic and medium. He should have lived to be a thousand.*


Allow me, friend.


Hells. The curse has twisted this man beyond measure...


Effort v5


You? I'll believe that when I see it.


I'm not letting you into the barn. Give me what you've got to donate or leave.


Umbrae!


Making sure we're ready to leave when the time comes.


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


But <i>they </i>didn't forget.


Follow your instincts. Don't be afraid.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Yum, yum, yum. Bite!


Hello again.


CoughIll
var 4


Yes.


This disc is marked with <i>tir'su</i> - but I can't decipher them. Maybe Lae'zel can.


Thank you, my friend.


Dodge


You could have helped us. With the goblins, with the druids. But you saved your own skin.


Go to sleep. If another knife awaits in the night, so be it.


They tried to silence us, but as long as the city breathes, the Mouth will speak!


No. I don't want your godsdamned comfort. I want <i>blood</i>.


She said no questions, honey.


Where <i>is </i>Rolan? If he's not dead, I'll kill him myself - by the gods.


With a flick of the wrist.


Maybe I just ain't got the brains for it... but that dwarf poem don't make sense.


Yes, we're all <i>very</i> impressed, now RELEASE ME!


Still. A friend is a friend. And Wulbren won't last long in a place as dreadful as the Towers.


...Of course.


I'll... well. I'll... I'm not sure.


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


I've never seen darkness like this before. It's unsettling.


Bridge is down. Better look for another way across.


No need to panic, though.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


New friends, Boo!


Bloody, painted fingertips. This hand belonged to Dribbles, no question.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v4


I can't save you from yourself, Wulbren. It hurts terribly, but I can't. Toss your values in the bin, if you want. But don't throw out the Ironhands' with them.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


The power is phenomenal. I feel so <i>alive</i>!


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


Sure, take it.


And? Will you swear you'd die before you turn?


In nocte consilium!


That, my friend, must remain a secret. For now. Or rather: for as long as you've eyes only for someone else among our troupe.


Yes. Because it is the fate you've given him.


Dying Freezing to Death


I could go for a good meal.


The boy stole my locket!


Let nature's strength revitalise all.


If you must.


Run if you can, hag. Karlach's got your number.


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


Everyone they turned to let my kids down - the druids, Zevlor, <i>everyone</i>. Now it's my job to keep 'em safe, and I'm gonna do it right.


But you consort with a better class of people now, right?


Hope this ends well.


Keep going, petal - and you'll find out. HAH.


This chest looked deeper on the outside... wait, of course. A false bottom.<br>


I apologise - for not seeing your true worth. And for being, quite frankly, rude in Last Light.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


So those mushrooms can raise the dead? That's... interesting.


That's what she wanted - my baby. And, gods, I was going to do it - for <i>him. </i>


Oh, you need my help?


A Selûnite necklace, if I'm any judge. And I am.


Huh?


Rolan, of all people, saved us.


The mind flayer is gone. This could spell trouble...


Et alibi!<br>v3


Auribus teneo lupum!


Is that so? I assumed there to be little time for frivolity amongst all the fighting.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


With that kind of slander, I'll slice off their fingers and fry 'em for supper.


I just... I never want to see these little scraps of misery again. The world doesn't need to know my shame.


He won't listen to me! I <i>told</i> him it's naughty to play in graveyards.


Wake now. You'll feel better - I promise.


I know she will. But look out for her, would you? Just in case she needs help.


I did no such thing, Gale.


Living flesh - or some residue of it. Perhaps something nests in the rafters above.


How dare you? You - you blaggard!


What happened?


This is where the toys in the barn were fashioned.


Lost in thought.<br>


All these tell-tale signs of Dark Justiciars that we've been seeing - I'm having a hard time believing they're a coincidence.


Our blood to fill your oceans, oh blessed BOOOAL! Our bones to build your temple in the deep!


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


THIS MIGHT BE YOUR ONLY CHANCE TO WIN - THE JACKPOT!


He never mentioned this.


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


Barely got away. Those githyanki aren't so lucky.


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


I hope me and Korrilla can be a family again, that bygones can become bygones, and that we can patch up our wounds together.


Don't make me repeat myself. Name and rank.


It won't be long, Milord... It won't be long.


Make way!


Don't mind if I do.


I smell a trap.


I want to fight... for Chelvin. For all of them. So it <i>means </i>something.


I'd say you qualify. I already know the only thing about you that I need to.


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


Wow, look at you. Formidable.<br>


I can spare but a moment - Baldur's Gate awaits! Oh, I can almost <i>smell</i> the city.


Gale might want this sword - it's laden with magic.


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


Dissolve!


Give me strength.


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


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Fresh blood. And no blacksmith.


Steps light as falling leaves...


That's not mine to open.


No - Scratch friend! Takes care of me when scared at night.


If only we'd never let the tieflings in... the child might have lived.


Let's hope they have more sense than that.


Lead where? We take city?


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


GRRROOOAAAARRR!


Oathbreaker.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


Oh go on, ranger. The door was not intended to hide anything from <i>you.</i>


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


So perhaps alliteration <i>is</i> the way...


This should help.


Calmer days are not soon to come, Wyll - as I'm sure you know.


I'm not getting on that. Am I?


Wild, right? And believe it or not, I'm one of Zariel's <i>least</i>-mutilated pets.


Incapable of speaking yourself? Fine.


A little magic never hurt.


Sure, take it.


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


An ancient prayer. Wonder if Selûne was listening.<br>


But what about Karlach? You'd break her heart just to be with me?


Effort


*You confess, but are not absolved. The guards will deal with you.*


But more than this, I think. She needs to know she is not alone.


Leave. <i>Please.</i>


What now?


I'll take the pain away.


A warm room, a cozy bed? I should check with the innkeep.


Little bit of this, little bit of that...<br>


In nocte consilium!


You have work to do, my dear.


Made it out.


I feel it too. Losing energy... losing focus...


Just keeping watch.


Let me make myself indispensable.<br>


I saw them flying - the path of light. They seemed headed straight for Moonrise Towers.


She'd never take your word for it - not with my angelic complexion.


This unfortunate fellow clearly displeased Orin greatly.


More like soon-to-be tadpole residences. Every infected prisoner will just make things harder on us...


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


<i>We will end this, together. </i>


Whoa. More carnage.


Nine-Fingers is gonna catch him with his claws in her coffers. I pity the bastard.


For now.


<i>Immediately.</i>


Since when... betting...


Excuse me, can't stop - there's only so much shopping time left before the Absolute breaches the city.


On my way.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


Tsk. A defective thrall that should have had its tongue removed.


Dror Ragzlin's best make is a blade in the quarry!


You meddlesome little wretch. They belong to <i>me</i>!


Something's on my mind.<br>


Recovered <br>V3


New master keeps all the fresh meat. But not for long. Tonight he changes.


Ketheric may be gone, but the shadows remain. On our guard.


Hook horror. A worthy kill.


With the Steel Watch at our backs, we could storm the tower whatever Ketheric throws at us, I'm sure of it.


Oh, this is clever. Might even work. C'mere.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


Dying Burning<br>v2


Damnation at the flick of a switch. You cast your allies aside easily.


Watch it - trap ahead.<br>


The city will face new dangers soon, but at least there's one less threat stalking the night. Thank you.


Not much use anymore.


I hate to rest while our enemies still draw breath.


Well, someone's enjoying themselves...


My power walks with you.


Please. Help.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


We rid ourselves of a traitor, but also someone I once called friend. Leave me in peace, please.


Nice mask - what's the story here?


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


This'll help with the pain.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Hm, just thought of something.


And... boom! Take that, you hunk of junk!


And yet the cult didn't clap you in chains. I'd like to learn that trick.


Hang on. I can't find the bloody thing. Somebody's robbed it!


Blood? No - oil. Leading right inside.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


My first concern.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


You did well to break free of Vlaakith's manipulations. Though I doubt Vlaakith will let such insubordination go unpunished.


Hmm. A little wet under the wing for our unit... the Commander will soon straighten you out.


I need healing - now!


Read about a bunch of pissants - and you fit the bill. All I can say is this - well bloody done. City is a shithole - cause as much trouble as you can, eh?


City's gotten noisy, eh? Refugees everywhere.


After I've won this.


There is good and evil in all! Let us go crack villainous skulls, so that the virtue might leak free!


Don't burn yourself.


I feel it too. Losing energy... losing focus...


<i>More </i>talk of tadpoles? Minsc crunched on the one of flesh and fish - was this not enough?


Out, foul deformity!


<i>Do you not hear it? We will not survive here. We are needed to navigate - we are needed to leave this realm.</i>


True. But I thought you might not want to linger with me. We haven't always seen eye to eye, after all.


What, by the Mordinsamman's curlies, went on down there?


*The urge flows into the strands of the Weave, leaving only a sense of calm.*


I have you beat - so do the heroic thing.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Carrion's demise won't be permanent - not unless all ties to this plane are severed.


Really? Anything in particular?


Fiat voluntas dei!


Attack Critical<br>var3


To break Orpheus free, we will need the Orphic Hammer.


Are none of you capable of thinking beyond yourselves? My people's future hangs in the balance, and you're clamouring to be <i>martyrs</i>.


Old lady Whitburn, the mother-in-law, <i>never </i>comes down to the Lower City. I'm glad <i>I'm</i> not such a snob.


Uh.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


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


If it's an argument you seek, you won't find it here.


I thought it was the price I had to pay to become a true wizard. I realise now he was just a sick, sick man.


Good. Death itself cannot release you from that duty. Now be about your business, whatever it is.


Dying Panic Fall


We gave you a choice and you chose power. As your kind always does.


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


Ey - eya! Whadda doing...?


You. Don't move a godsdamned muscle.


Ah, the marvellousness fades. Nothing ever lasts, I suppose.


You and me, duke and advisor. Baldur's Gate's outlook is radiant indeed.


Then by all means, don't let me keep you. We can't end this until Ketheric can bleed. I await your next report.


You want my gratitude? Fine - take your fill. But I will <i>not</i> celebrate this infernal resurrection.


All that matters now is killing Cazador. I've earned that, if nothing else.


Not to worry, there's a new edition every day!


I will protect you.


You will stay, as a novice anew. You have forgotten the ways of the druids, the natural order of things.


Greetings, <i>saer. </i>Your noble bearing brings a little class to my humble -


Halsin will likely want to thank you, too, mind. He returned just a while ago.


Jord! I think this druidry suits you - you have grown taller than Minsc!


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


You carry Helm's strength and assurance - He sent you to me, I know it.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Cave circulum!


Yes. We lead the way.


I've got what you need.


Shouldn't be too much trouble. There will be plenty of bark, but little bite left with their leadership gone.


*A spasms grips your chest. Your strength falters. An emptiness grows within you, paladin. Something has been lost.*


One way or another, got to reach the top.


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


<i>I did what I had to to secure my freedom.</i>


What else? They're coming with us. A gift to the General from his new faithful.


Inficio!


*Decree of Public Execution of the Traitor Florrick, Former Counsellor, Condemned to Death this Tenday.*


Seems simple enough.


I've got something special for you.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Go on. Tell me how you kill.


The antidote's working. Gods, that was too close a call.


*You picture a silver blade cleaving through <i>ghaik</i> and their thralls, one after another.*


Let us speak, then.


Thou inglorious hog.


Karlach! You know what I mean.


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


It would be selfish of me to stay, when in doing so I'd be putting you, and everyone else within spitting distance in catastrophic peril.


They are the shields that protect us from the Netherbrain's attacks, and the blades with which we will strike it.


Bloody hells - <i>what? </i>Leave me alone!


We wouldn't miss it. Not for anything.


Not my kin - not any longer. Their past deeds are not my responsibility.


Truly? I won't mourn her passing, though I hoped she would help me on my hunt.


Me too. But we're here now. Safe.


But - I can't resist you. I'd sooner know one unforgettable night than a lifetime of 'what ifs'.


Effort v12


I thought it was <i>your</i> ball. Get it yourself.


He's right, you're no monster. You've saved me more times than I can count.


These symbols are nonsense to me... so why can I read them?


...<i>Leave</i>.


Even in the Underdark, some fools pray to Selûne's light. General will snuff it out soon enough.


Laridda. They speak the maxim. They can help.


What's hiding here?


It takes a brave person indeed to say 'no' to Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir.


*Carric started from nothing, built a financial empire and founded the Counting House. He refused to mingle with the other patriars, saying, "They didn't want me when I was an urchin, and now they can't have me."*


Now descend - you have much to answer for.


*Your pulse races, your heart strains, then as suddenly as it began, the pain becomes overwhelming pleasure.*


*The Death's Head stares off to where Orin once stood - eyes brimming with loss.*


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


Obedi me!<br>v2


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Te video!<br>v3


Don't waste a step.


Mundus vult decipi!


We ought to thank someone a little closer by, I think.


Keene might look down on the Zhentarim, but she'll be glad of us once the Stone Lord comes knocking.


You can say that again... So many pockets to pick.


Unknown... powerful magic... Moonrise Towers...


GruntAngry<br>var 3


I'd love to come! As long as I can sit with someone fun. Mizora, perhaps?


Yes, mother.


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


No indeed. But I think she trusts me to.


Here it comes.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Land softly, or the ranger will break me in half!


*A cloaked woman, hair dark as a raven, looks on from a safe distance.*


I'd break you in two... if you were worth it.


I'm on my way.


The pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Limp-witted slick-licker.


A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.


Now perhaps we might try a more - intimate style.


Place it among the pedestals inside our library. When the wolf glows brightest, everything in the vault below will be yours.


Effort v3


Clear off. I have enough friends to help me survive the road - I don't need mercenaries.


Me too. Would you believe me if I said this was probably the best day I've ever had?


Perhaps it's some artist trying to make a statement.<br>


Invoco te<br>v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


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


It is. You are my greatest adventure -


Forward - carefully. These cultists have the crèche on high alert.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Non fit injura!<br>v3


There is no wisdom in madness.


Oculus tempestatis!


<i>They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!</i>


You! Help? HELP!


Where did these drow even come from?


More of the mind flayers' pets.


Let's hope a ballad will lift everyone's spirits, eh?


I would expect my kin to choose less... dilapidated surroundings.


No one ever died here, though. Something strange happened to that girl.


First you cleave my heart in twain. Now you shatter it into pieces.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


How dare you! Accusing an upstanding citizen like me?


<i>Haggling. </i>A grubby little trait. Fine, there's a gem I keep over by my bed. Kill the justiciar, and it's yours.


It is his command. None shall enter. None shall disturb him. Those that try will be destroyed.


My husband went shopping in the Upper City days ago. I've not seen him since.


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


Orpheus is your only hope of surviving this horror show without devolving into an illithid.


At least you had the nerve to come back and face your reckoning - I'll give you that.


Pallida mors!<br>v3


There's a breeze down here. Wonder where it's coming from.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


...you know what? Never mind. It wasn't that funny.


There were some bruised lips and black eyes in the mess hall that night. From then on, they left us alone. Or at least, they bothered us less.


Just this once.


*The tiefling's blood pulses hot as lava, pungent with a harrowing, life-ending power.*


Oh. You're utterly insane, aren't you? It's so plain to see, now that my eyes are open to it...


I can only imagine what reward awaits you. In Her name!


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


That one was strong.


Curses - why did we land so far from Baldur's Gate?


It is more than a place of opportunity for those of mercantile spirit, more than a place of refuge for those who are lost, more than a home for friends, loved ones, and adventuring souls...


Down, Mimic. Heel! <i>Straj</i> - why do they not obey me?


Mmm?


Then take it. Absolute knows I'm not getting anywhere.


*How many people are trapped within? How many lives will be lost?*


They think they can lie to us, Majesty, but we know better.


Tell me - are you a good person?


I only need a moment.


Can she possibly be Ketheric's daughter?


If you're hungry, you can wait with us. A priest might come out with some scraps if we're lucky.


Someone must have found the wagon by now.


Another night perhaps.


There's an opening here. Looks like I found a home for that mould.


Go, then - Moonrise Towers awaits. But know this:


*Your magical ward is greeted with fear. If you're caught again, there could be trouble.*


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


<i>And my engine. It's... it's... </i>silent<i>. Still there, but no longer threatening to explode.</i>


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


All right mate, <i>all right.</i> Waukeen's clipped coins, there's no need to get arsey.<i> </i>


A splendid device. All the benefits of a cleric, no gods required.


Da mihi facta!


Scorched ground - better watch out.


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


This was no random attack. The Grand Duke was their target.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


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


To the rescue.


Not that you'll be grateful.


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


<i>Chk. </i>Consider your point made. Uncontrolled fury is the true warrior's bane.


...or an ordinary hamster. Either way, I'm not about to go nibbling on him.


Food. You want it or not?


Half rust - whoever owned those weapons has been gone for some time.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Weak


Let's see what's on offer.


I heard about Stelmane this morning. Word of advice - when dukes start dropping like that, get your coin and get out of the city.


Ramazith, Elminster, Silverhand, Karsus. Each door named after a powerful wizard, but what lies behind them?<br>


Can't afford to stay idle.


... a sad end. But a fitting one for a true believer. When Wulbren claimed that runepowder existed, she was the first to volunteer.


Sounds like there's gold inside. Their proceeds?


Frange! v3


Ceremorphosis is Karlach's only chance of survival. It must be her.


That's that, then. Is this some new art trend I've not been made aware of?


I have said my piece.


Resisto ignem!


The pragmatic in me, however, sees only the silence before the storm.


My technique let me down. Thank Vlaakith the <i>sa'varsh</i> is here to correct me.


Must have belonged to a wizard's pet, I gather.


Shutters secured, sanctuary sealed. All I can do for now.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


You trapped me. I didn't even want to take this one.


*She'll need an antidote soon - most likely held by the poisoner.*


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Afterwards, people looked at us and just saw 'devilkin'. No different from the druids here, really.


Nothing's wrong! Just get back!


Show me again!


But... fine. Here. That's all I have.


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


I've got the plans and the sussur bark. Now I need somewhere to craft it all.


Then you misunderstand me.


Tadpoles, smuggled into the city. Wonder how many are already here.


I believe you will be.


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


Another mimic! You'd think I'd get better at spotting the damned things.


Let's not be hasty about this. I think this warrants a more private discussion, <i>away</i> from that silver-tentacled illithid.


You don't know what pain is, Oskar. Let me show you.


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


Listen here.


Absolute says the dead squiddie had a weapon. I reckon the killer nabbed it and scooted off to that looter camp.


No traps, please.


Your scars are exquisite, Astarion. A dangerous weapon, and a work of art.


The disc is moving. Lady Shar has granted passage to the next step of her Gauntlet.


<i>Give me that. </i>Can't have this floating around loose. I thought <i>I </i>was meant to be the thief?


I'm sorry. It's not easy living for more than just yourself, when for so long just staying alive was accomplishment enough.


Was't your father a flounder?


Yes, and a lot of my people died in the process. I won't fail them - not after what I saw your kind do to them.


You don't need to ask twice. Your blade ready, Kur?


You took the gold? I was rather hoping for the body...


Should it be any wonder? The Chionthar's waters carry merchant vessels from as far east as Berdusk.


Ugh...


Let's see what this does.


Rise, and be mighty.


<i>Tnak</i>, you're right. Whoever did this could be anywhere by now.


Yay! You spoke to me! Nobody ever talks to me.


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


Yes, thank the Wavemother!


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


And I can't help but notice that you're positively drenched in blood. So...


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


That's locked for a reason. Let's not disturb it.


Out of harm's way.


There will come a time when I can think about myself beyond the lich queen who enslaves the githyanki and the prince who would liberate them.


The boat's our way out! Move it, move it!


I'll be ready.


You will join me. Together, we must find a crèche: our people possess the cure for this infection.


Forget it - I've got a quarry to catch. Dammit, Karlach, where have you gotten to?


Laughter


Disinterest is such a disheartening condition.


Just so.


The death mewl of Myrkul.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


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


They won't be needing this place again.


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


That body - it looks like Arabella's mother.


Oh, hush - I know you love me really.


Stay on my good side, yeah?


'Y', that's right.


Th-that's what the voice said. I almost got to the nest, but the singing...


Not now - Wulbren's back!


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Hm. This must activate elsewhere.


Go safely.


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


My master stands t-all and proud. You are not Ilyn Toth.


No ogres. Stands to reason the sound of this primitive tool doesn't carry very far.


How so? You think I should have cured you? Erased the consequences of your actions?


Oh, yes of course I can see how the hammer we didn't know existed until Raphael generously enlightened us would take precedence.


I could them a story? No, that's stupid.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Effort v6


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Victory v3


You're right. I should not let the failures of the past sour the victories of the present. We have achieved something immense here.


Ferio!


Their leader is a man called Ketheric Thorm. He resides in Moonrise Towers, and we've found him to be impervious to the blade, and to magic to boot.


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


Stop dawdling.


<i>I enslaved no one, and stand against such practice. I cannot surrender my own shield for nothing.</i>


And then? What will you be without me? A shade? A spectre in the shadows, devoid of all purpose?


Do you think this Inquisitor person is really going to help us?


When you have lived as long as I, such simple magic becomes second nature.


Weapon blueprints. A master blacksmith's work.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


People hiding in the undergrowth - and I don't think they're relieving themselves.


Attack<br>var 3


Bring every scrap of courage you have to Baldur's Gate - you'll need it for what's to come.


Statues to Lathander, just as the book said. Although it also said they moved.


Using a five finger discount.


Perhaps we ought to ask what they have in the back? If anything...


I'll be damned - you're something else.


I need to get out of here!


Celebrate as long as you please, but save your strength. There will be no rest tonight - your body is mine.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


'The Steel Foundry builds a brighter future for all'. Unless you happen to work here. Or live nearby. Or require clean air to <i>breathe.</i>


Next? Eternity.


Nothing of note. Just supplies for the battle ahead - I've already checked it twice over.


<i>Bah</i> - I was hoping for a better outcome.


Te curo!<br>v2


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


I warn you - I'm <i>exceptionally </i>well-armed.


He may not have followed in his old man's shoe-steps, but Archduke's not so bad, is it?


Try it, <i>jargh. </i>Let's find out who the Absolute favours.


Is the worm gnawing at your grey matter? We must find a crèche and be purified.


Must have been fishing when these monsters came. Bad luck.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


That walking teapot will never walk again, or my name isn't Burzenberg.


Effort v6


Sol Invictus!


None shall see me.


It is said that hope is a fine breakfast, but a poor supper. Well, the shadows grow long, and the hour is late. It's suppertime.


The Netherbrain is strong here, going by your reaction.


Mine is the advantage.


Lady Shar's sacred grotto...


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


Things change but we still get thirsty, right, newcomer?


Attack<br>var 3


Ungh...


Time to kill.


*With Ragzlin's voice, you ask...*


At least, <i>normally</i> that's the case. We've had to limit our service - hard to send letters by road when there's a rampaging army of fanatics bearing down on you.


Fun? I fight to win, not to make spectacles.


I must tell you, Shadowheart, the bathing waters here leave <i>much </i>to be desired.


And a word of advice? Humble yourself. There are powers far greater than you at play. And not all are as merciful as I.


Magis amica veritas!


Lightbringer Gortash is the leader we need! Praise him! Praise Gortash!


So what can we do about it? All the lies they're publishing, I mean.


No, you are mistaken. Rejecting unwanted advances is no failure, even if it earned me some scars.


What purpose do you have in bringing these heretics to the court of Bhaal? Speak, or death will be your final word.


Then we find another option.


Shoo then, Mr Dekarios. That crown isn't going to retrieve itself.


No. That doesn't work.


To speak thusly takes little of my effort. Besides, what better use is there of time than discourse?


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Rank slop.


And, got it! Phew.


If I must.


This place is protected. You might find allies here, or at least supplies.


I do not. But if you know what happened... well, you deserve to know <i>all</i> of it.


I'll just find another box and work another idiot. Like always.


I know I'm expendable. Comes with the job. But I can fight - no sense in leaving me behind.


Anything of use?


Weak


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Hope you got a drink or two. The ale isn't bad!


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


For the love of all that is sacred. You can't save her, petal - so do the heroic thing.


It's all I have, but it's yours if you stop her. Bring me her head, and Tyr will consider her crimes repaid.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Ubi es?<br>v3


Poxy pissered pervert!


On your way.


You are not finished yet.


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


Mors animae!<br>v2


Hasty graves. Wonder whose.


I don't care what you've got scrawled on your skin. I don't like your <i>face</i>.


Now answer the question or find another cranny to skulk in.


He was quite a character. I can't say I'll miss him, but I can't say I won't either...


I have been born anew in Gith's son, my saviour.


That's not funny.


Still here? If you're thirsty, go to a bloody <i>inn</i>.


All right that one hurt a bit.


*Your minds collide once more. Wyll chases the fiend, ignited with rancour. She is an infernal wardevil, a threat to the living - evil incarnate.*


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


The horned hunters mentioned a sighting - one among them has seen our kind.


Intestines throb. Blood whispers.


*You've pushed things too far. Now you have a fight on your hands.*


It may not be the best idea.


Thanks. I do my best.


Curious. I had not expected githyanki sleeping arrangements to be so... conventional.


Does it? Oh, thank goodness.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Then we're not just fine, we're <i>spectacular</i>.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.


I do wonder how he'll fare when Mystra decides to crush him. It could be quite the show.


If everyone else minds their business, I'll be fine.


*Howling, like a great wind through a canyon. It engulfs your mind, drowns your senses.*


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gale?


You're 'working on it' are you? You used your time to break our agreement and bring my Iron Throne to ruin.


I discovered Ethel's darkest secret - a way to burn that witch for good. No more tricks, no more comebacks.


That can't be true. Auntie Ethel?


<i>Finally</i>. Time to see the one controlling these parasites.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Volo non fugia!


More doppelgangers. The Absolute has won their loyalty, it seems.<br>


Better not be cursed.


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


There's nothing left.


You're - you're not? But he said I deserved it. That I'm... evil.


On that matter, you'll hear no argument from me.


Not much use anymore.


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


When we next enter the Astral Prism, we will use the hammer to break Orpheus free.


You need to be freed. Of course.


An anti-lantern that radiates darkness and not light? Clever idea. Unnerving, too.


We blink, and we're gone. And our hopes, our memories, our heart-bonds are gone with us.


Still is, probably. Along with a tadpole that, lest we forget, is just waiting for a chance to split your skull.


If I must.


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


Hells. We're on shaky ground.


Lord Shattershield says Gortash won't be lettin' outsiders in. Good thinkin', you ask me.


I got big plans for us. Ain't no one stopping Clan Flameshade.


What's this? Another heretic in our midst?


Looks like you need a little help.<br>


No dying until the work is done!


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Won't last much longer.


It seems I misjudged  you. You were testing my honour. And in so doing, you have convinced me of yours.


Minsc is flattered, but surely you must know that his heart is already of the hamster shape. And twice as fuzzy.


I hope that dragon stays dead this time.


<i>What are you doing? You cannot wield the Netherstones if you are not a mind flayer.</i>


Hells - Nere'll die if we leave. What becomes of the slaves <i>then?</i>


Your hostage will not save you, hag. Boo is most adept in the peeling away of crusty old shells.


What's that? Something's glittering down there.


Unless you want me to shove you in one of these cages, stop barking and start speaking.


Dying Freezing to Death


What a mess.


Are these horns... real? Holy shit. Torn from a war devil's skull.


Dying Burning


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


We'll be on the road to Baldur's Gate.


A personal invitation from Gortash? Well, it would be rude not to show face.


Attack<br>var 2


That wall's an illusion! Hiding what, I wonder...


I wonder, is that - no, an ordinary lamp. Pity.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


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


Fine.


<i>It was perfect... perfectperfectperfect... </i>You have sullied it with knowledge. Made it an <i>unclean</i> sacrifice. I will remember your face.


Looking... for Her weapon... the Absolute...


What's got you in such a hurry?


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


My knees are starting to ache.


*As your lips touch the filthy flesh, you catch a whiff of... lavender?*


Let's poke around the rat's nest. Maybe set it on fire on the way out.<br>


What part of 'not wasting words' didn't penetrate your skull?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Dead. Good.


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


You'll be free in a blink.


Burn, baby. As hot as I can tolerate. Makes me a beast in battle. Hardly remember what I was like before it.


You almost seem honest.


Invoco te


A sharper one than Dolor. He spends too much time with his prey. He's going to get us caught.


<i>In order to survive, I must now join the Netherbrain.</i>


Hurt Critical<br>var3


The missing letters may be found within.


She's nice. But I'm more of a sunlight girl myself.


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


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


Excellent! A scheme of lunatics, a conspiracy of fools. I can't wait to see how it ends - with extreme violence and a hint of grotesque farce, I suspect.


Another mystery.


Where do I go from here?<br>


Maledicte es!


You want a piece of me? Come and fucking get it!


Dark Mountain Right, moonin' come up. Proper t-taste m-man!


We need no 'Order' - Father Murmath is the way!


Isn't that how mum usually is?


Crush our enemies without mercy!


I'd rather drown than talk to a sanctimonious prick like you.


Ugh, another helpless soul begging to be rescued?


*With a start, you realise you're talking to an intellect devourer, a minion of the mind flayers who abducted you.*


Poor thing. You can hardly blame her for loving gold...


There's nothing left.


If we've got any chance at all, it'll be with you on our side.


Hold on! It's not too late to settle this without bloodshed.


No. I want the truth. I want to hear it in your voice, not in my mind.


I know it. <i>Everyone </i>knows it. You won't shut up about it.


Ah, I'm afraid we already have an entry by that name. A rather popular bathhouse in the sewers.


You're a vampire...? I can't believe I actually invited you along.


That's garbage. No matter where the knight goes, I'm gonna lose it.


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


<i>If you kill Orpheus now, you will doom yourself to be the Netherbrain's thrall. You cannot approach the brain without the prince's protection.</i>


Living flesh - or some residue of it. Perhaps something nests in the rafters above.


Precious little Bhaal-babe!


Refugees, wine festivals, we're wasting <i>our </i>resources.


It was! And it seemed so... not <i>real</i>, but... not a dream, either.


It seems a bit distasteful to ask, but when do you think I should start taking the stalls down?


That's the last one. The inner sanctum is within reach now.


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


You are my today. And should fate will it, my tomorrow.


You should have stayed out of this!


Attack<br>var 3


Fine.


Still nothing.


Be careful, <i>little soldier</i>. Whims are not all that can strike.


Aren't you glad you helped me into the city? Oh-ho, the bloodbaths I've enjoyed. And now, the greatest one of all. Let's go have some <i>fun</i>.


Looks like a Continual Flame spell.


I've heard of this forge... Legends reckon it had some sort of 'protector'.


Your corpse will surrender the jar to me. I will <i>make </i>it.


No. I'm not leaving this fiend with a stranger.


No opening this with that lock still on it.


Everything you've ever wanted.


Those conniving little shits. My own guards, turned <i>cultist</i>? I pay better than any bloody Absolute.


A most peculiar key to have in your possession. I wonder who it belongs to.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


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


Te video!<br>v2


He already has.


If you get married, I'm your celebrant. Got it?


Gods, what kind of firework was <i>that</i>?


What is this place...?


Mother, they didn't want anything.


Better kept for someone who can actually use it.


Stop! You cannot be here. Not tonight.


Right! Baldur's Gate is for Baldurians!


Lookin' at a future True Soul, yer ladyship. Boss Ragzlin says I'm next in line!


Go on. If you've business in 'ere, best not to keep a True Soul waitin'.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


I am coming, my love.


Viconia - to battle!


He could probably help us. If only he hadn't gone missing.


Another dank, dingy basement? Lovely.


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


Wicked.


PLEASE RECORD (roar, not words):  Great roar that summons a load of ghouls into the camp.


You flatterer. Why, if I had a heart, I'm sure it would be skipping.


A private word would be nice.


Ugh.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Here. It's no work of art, but I hope -


Meenlocks! Their eyes are sensitive - light or fire is my friend.


Now, I've only to find my way into the Towers...


Dead - by our own kin's hand.


Do you two need anything? Something to eat or drink, perhaps?


I won't keep you waiting.


This calls for careful footwork.


The gazette's illustrations have been <i>magic</i> since Gortash died - proper evocative. Guess grief does that to folks.


You'd just better survive this, because when it's done, we are going to find a way to taste each other.


Effort v8


What's this, now?<br>


*The cat peers back. You read something in its eyes: doubt. Resignation, perhaps.*


I could hear 'em running behind me. 'Til I couldn't.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


Effort v2


That could have been worse.


Better save any rescue attempts until dawn. Darkness is no ally in the pursuit of such an enemy.


Signum arcanum!


That is how you earn my trust. Not how you earn my flesh and spirit.


That looked... painful. To say the least. <br>


He j-just said some wizard called Lorroakan would reward us if we found it. That's all!


Ah. You speak.


Stop messin' about and get back to work!


Perhaps... perhaps later, my girl. That is a hard thing to talk about. I fear I do not have the strength for it just yet.


It's not your time.


This is the third time in the last tenday!


Although whoever killed them did a masterful job.


Stay with me one more day. Let me see all that you are, and I will show you what I believe we can be.


Someone - some<i>thing</i> - shed Flaming Fist armour like a second skin.


*The benefit of the doubt can only be bought so many times. This was the last of those times.*


Attack


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


You may not have expected to be here. You may not have wanted this fight.


Best act fast.


Of course, <i>kith'rak</i>. We merely sought to -


<i>That's</i> what was in there? Those little shits.


Meaningless.


Hurt Critical


Thrumbo is not alone in his ingratitude - he has led others in my service astray. Three of them - beggars and zombies alike.


Hey! I need some help.


Such tiring mediocrity.


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


He demanded our heads. <i>He'd deny us a cure.</i>


Ververo!


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


Good and stuck.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


It'll be back for more rations, mark my words.


What was in that tart? My stomach's doing somersaults...


What in the Hells?!


Te curo!


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Leave it out. I've got a trial coming up and I need to rememberise my lines.


Yes, it's over. You can do whatever you want.


Indeed. Seems I have a bit to learn, yet.


I must say, though - you're looking <i>mighty</i> peaky.


Leave me be. I'm in the middle of something.


*Your empty purse won't save you this time.*


I am ready.


Oh dear - she's well-pickled, whoever she was.


<i>Utter chaos ahead... but there must be a way past it.</i>


Let's get this over with.


*These bones appear to have come from a collection of different skeletons.*


*Reality hits. You've been outsmarted by an ogre.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Let my deeds to come prove my worth.


MIRI! Answer me!


An ode for you? <i>Odour</i>, mayhaps.


I shall go there.


Non movere!


What's taking Mol so long?


My esteemed compatriot - your act of valour will go down in Gondian HISTORY!


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


<i>Do not think that I am ignorant of what I have lost. I may not regret my actions, but I do regret that they were necessary. </i>


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Curious - what are those marks there?


Do not distract me from the fight.


Good day to you. I apologise, but Lady Jannath is not currently welcoming visitors.


'True Heir'. 'Glorious Prince'. <i>Chk</i>. There's no greater crime than to exalt the pretender called Orpheus.


Then I'll stick Nere up, down, and sideways 'til he's more hole than flesh.


Everything about you is new to me, honey. You're the first gith I've met, sure, but you're also singular in the world for so many other reasons.


Although you're doing well enough on your own. I saw how the drow looked at you.


Accept nature's healing, my friend.


Stand down, villain. In the name of the Steel Watch.


I only need one more piece of infernal iron to craft an insulating chamber that could make it possible for you to -


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


But if assimilation is your choice, I won't stop you. I never would.


You got our little girl home safe, and I can rest easy knowing we won't be turned out on our backsides. I can't say thanks enough.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn't you agree?


Hey, you! It's you isn't it? I remember that stupid hair.


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


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


I... I don't know. He changed into a bear, but... I lost sight of him. I don't know if he's s-still alive.


We'd make better strangers.


More of those wretched things.


Victory v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


In refusing Mystra's offer of Elysium, thou didst embrace a new form of immortality.


You have already sought Zethino's guidance, little one. Nurture and protect your love - for it is one of life's most precious gifts.


I couldn't agree more.


Intellego!


Is that good or bad?


There! Last dismembered limb catalogued.


Hmph. Terrible aftertaste. Maybe if it was stuck in a bit of brine...


Intelligenti pauca!


Most are hatched. Only one remains, monitored by Varsh Ko'kuu, the caretaker of our young.


It is true. Surface food lacks flavour. House Baenre banquets were legendary.


You've made your choices. Whatever they have made of <i>you</i>, this city is still your home.


What am I supposed to do here...?


*You devoured any book you could get your hands on, hungry for more. Sometimes you felt like you read the same thing over and over, yet the knowledge within always seemed new...*


Quiet.


Please keep an eye on them while you're looking for Master Halsin... just in case.


Stop that.


But the time for quibbling over clauses and contracts hasn't quite arrived. You'll be limping back to me soon enough.


Was't your father a flounder?


Scream. Turn. Run the other way - that's what I'd <i>like</i> to say.


Te exsecror!<br>v2


The Inquisitor awaits. At last, someone competent.


The outlander must strike on Zevlor's behalf! Call the circle to arms - we will cleanse the grove of parasites, once and for all.


Pigeon feathers. Nasty rats with wings. Minsc prefers eagles - the hamsters of the sky!<br>


<i>Must feed. Sweet cranial nectar.</i>


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Forgive me, my lady, I did not know you are a member of the family.


Impero tibi!


Let's move - we can't miss our chance to strike the convoy.


There's an undead inside this Watcher. Why? And where is its <i>head?</i>


Not so long ago, I was dreaming of our own personal forever, endless nights in each other's arms.


Yes. It was screaming, waving around its metal.


That's about the best end you can expect if you don't turn to the Absolute.


Canto te!


I hope there's nothing troubling you, my dear?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Brace yourself.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Dying Burning<br>v6


I did say that. And I did mean it. And I do suppose that after all you've done for me, I should be at least a little bit forthcoming.<br>


Non fit injura!


A little off the top.


Hardly a conversation I'll relish.


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Stay alert - that's a trap.


Of course I am. But we can talk about this later - let's go.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


IT'S SIMPLE. MAKE AN OFFERING - OR BECOME ONE.


*Your words are of no interest. All that matters is that you end up in a cold, dark cell.*


They are our guests until they wish to leave - as I said as the day they arrived.


Over here!


Do you mind? I have a bottle to finish.


Ketheric Thorm is important, but there's clearly more to it than that.


It seems you're of a mind with our hosts here. But their ritual will force <i>you</i> out, too.


Damn the Absolute. Damn Mystra. Damn it all, if you go through with this, Gale.


There's likely a <i>reason</i> the cultists haven't blocked it off. But it leads out of here - and that's all that matters.


I don't want to die!


Yeah, the first lot of young folk you said it about are old folk now!


*The lines describe oaths and 'the fires below', but the language is fragmented and strange. This is just a piece of a larger text.*


It's locked - from the other side. Wonder where it leads?<br>


Dying Burning<br>v5


What's happening? Where's the master?


Damn this fog.


I admit, I may have been a little eager. But can you blame me? You were my first.


We should find him, maybe he can help?


Luckily, I found this place. As have you.


*Try as you might, you can't recall what arcana might be at play here.*


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


Imagine how much of a chore I'd be to have around if I truly remembered nothing.


Looks like we're not as safe here as we thought. Foolish of me to think the curse would stay outside.


*There is a tremor of shared ecstasy as she finds a mirror to her own desire.*


The map shows tunnels beneath a temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is scrawled alongside them.


Give a <i>Light</i> spell a try. That should get us into that chest.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Do not leave me.


Omnia mutantur!


Through the dark she went creeping,<br>And awoke what was sleeping...


Wouldn't take the stuff no matter what. If I'm gonna go, let it be in a blaze of glory.


And that's all of them! I was never worried.


Got something else to donate, have you?


Effort v12


Nothing's happening... but it doesn't look broken.


Ignis!


You may speak to him if you wish, but do not approach the egg. Lest you fall foul of <i>me</i>.


Macesce!


Strength in silence.


*You've paid the price for your vandalism. The matter is resolved.*


I don't know who you are, but I know a bluff when I see one. Get lost.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


*Buried deep, a tadpole struggles to assert control against the ravenous chaos of her mind.*


A mystical and dangerous people, we travel the land, never settling in one place.


BORING.


It is where Raphael conducts his most private matters of business <i>and</i> pleasure. You will need this to gain access.


What in the hells happened? I feel so weak...


Got to press on.


Tonight is a sacred night. We are all blessed to be here.


You godsdamned snake!


I can take what I please.


Balthazar is expecting me, it seems. Good. I look forward to bursting his maggot-infested gut.


We shouldn't be hanging around.


Must have been fishing when these monsters came. Bad luck.


A good hunting ground, then?


Don't bleed out on me.


*Bhaal may have been your beginning, but he will not be your end.*


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 don't see how she... Unless some cultist sneaked in, but gods, we'll be overrun!


What joy, to have found the nadir of common decency. Let's conclude our business here quickly, and never speak of it again.


I won't have it. I'll carve out your corpse and serve it to her on a <i>plate</i>.


Still on my feet.<br>


Might as well starve here as starve there.


One more question, if you'll humour me.


Pulchrior!


Is that Volo?


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. The ones I made you recite every morning. The ones you'll call on in the days to come.


That's the symbol of the Absolute. Marked in blood.


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


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Maybe a little one. But you have to pay <i>me</i>.


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


Those two must have history.


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


*Baldur's Gate ship captain Morgan Redlocks wed a man thrice her age. After the wedding, the groom suffered a heart attack. Redlocks converted his merchant ships into a pirate fleet.*


Jenevelle? Jen? Is that you? Why, you look so tall...


Poor Yonas. Kid was as green as they come.


Shadowheart, my darling. All is well, I hope.


He'll feel that in the morning.


Keep that luck, mate. You'll need it.


Laughter


I'd prefer not to see it again, that's for sure.


Wyvern Whiskey, from Nimbral. Only the guild in Waterdeep imports this, I believe...


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


*Wyll shudders with Karlach's desperation. She is a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Won't see this coming.


Trafficking refugees into our city is hardly a good look. Especially when so many are Absolutists and murderers.


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


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


No way to ignite these. Strange.


Looks like a Selûnite necklace.


Don't mind if I do.


Corruptus!


Why, I think I'm almost in agreement with you on that score.


I was sent to guide you to your birthright, on the day my vile Lady reached her age of majority.


I've seen that ox before - I'm certain of it.


The elf sails away - but the dragon stays behind.


Such a tenacious spirit you possess. I do look forward to meeting it again.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


You smell that?


Anyone.


<i>I had hoped for better, but I can't say I'm surprised. </i>


Hideous trinket. Lacking in function or taste.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


A few, yeah.


Deadlier than ever.


You have learned the truth of the enemy we face. The Crown of Karsus, the very tool with which its eponymous creator unmade magic itself.


Facing that lot would be suicide... at least for now.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


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


Huh... Mine doesn't have a nose.


I'll be at your back in our next fight. Remember that.


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


Even a chorus of screams can't drown out the song.


A priest is of little use to them now - apart from a prayer for the dead.


Without Thaniel, no. And I don't know how I can find him without speaking to this man.


Crusty rogue.


On your feet.


Effort v9


Once the Grand Design comes into effect and the Illithid Empire is restored, <i>all</i> life will be over as you know it.


Why would a lesser act spark greater desire in you?


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


What if... what if I went with you?


Fine day for it, eh? Got to enjoy things while they last, I suppose...


...The voice. Oh, gods, the <i>voice</i>. What happened?!


Didn't think this contract could go any worse. Then <i>you </i>showed up.


We'll prove him wrong.


No! I can't let you leave - you could transform any second.


The Blade of... well, shit. You're really him, aren't you?


One of the refugees - a tiefling called Brilgor - killed Father Lorgan. Allegedly. Doesn't add up to me.


This rite - it's been Cazador's plan the whole time. He's going to sacrifice me and who knows how many others so he can 'ascend' to all this power.


I'll resurrect him myself - I just need you to find him for me.


You absorbed a tadpole's essence to accomplish this change. Do you have more?


Come... see. My flesh becomes new flesh.


The shadows' hunger is endless, it seems.


Just across the hall, if you don't mind.


Ouch. That will need some healing.


Corellon preserve me. That cannot be our fate.


That was my first day as Archdruid. An inauspicious beginning.


You don't know what they're capable of. I'd rather die by your hand than let them get hold of me.


Attack<br>var 3


Cut it out, Ikaron! All this grousing is useless.


Again! Again! How sweet to feel my crimson spill.


Very well. If there's anything else you need, let me know.


Shut it. Scavenge whatever you can from this mess - we'll make something out of it.


It never stops. The hunger never stops...


Magis amica veritas!


Victory v4


Lorroakan was a vicious bastard - he beat me for the smallest of transgressions.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


So try to take this as a compliment, yes?


Pizzled rancour!


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Worry not, I shall help you.


I'd rather not.


Recovered <br>V2


I'm Roger Highberry, and this is my darling wife, Cora.


Quit whimpering or I'll take a slice off your haunches for my supper!


I can't say. All I know is that by transforming, you've given us our best possible chance to survive this.


Minsc would have a word. That word is 'hello!'


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I never thought I'd see... well, anyone, again.


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


Will the new master be kind? Will he have rages?


Alas, you don't have any easy options.


It's those tentacled monsters. Whatever they did - whatever they put in us - just created a connection.


Let me see...


Someone as accomplished as you <i>has </i>to appreciate the fine engineering work on those Steel Watchers.


Anuvver dirt-elf come to boss us around, eh? Bet I could break your face.


Then steel yourself. If you are uncertain, you will not even survive the journey.


You try and find whoever is responsible for this.


((*take my gift of song. cry it low or loud - but cry it proud, <b>King-Bringer</b>! so it is certain, and so you are known!*))


You need to remove yourself from that danger - go wherever you can find solitude, peace. Nature's realm is vast - it shall provide a place where you can be yourself.


Good and dead. The Sword Coast is better off for it.


There you are. Good. We need to strategise.


You listening?


Seventy years of terror, for what.


This offering cost you greatly. There is no hope in life as an illithid, devoid of soul and conscience.


I am no servant of Queen Vlaakith. But I know who you are, and I know of the Astral Prism you carry.


Here we go.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Think it through. Anger Kagha, and the whole grove could suffer.


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


Victory v3


Forgive me - it has been some time since I spoke to another.


Dirty work's the only kind I like. But there are a lot of them and just the one of me. I'll take point, and you flank 'em.


*Your head swims, nausea burning in your gut.*


Dissolve!


Whoever that even is. No intact symbols here, no dedications - nothing.


Hang on, love. This'll be over soon enough - we just gotta wait a bit longer.


They'll slaughter us if we leave. There's nothing we can do.


Don't make me burn you to a crisp.


Voss' next destination was Baldur's Gate. We should check out Sharess' Caress when we get there.


*Karsus himself was rumoured to have created a crown of untold power. Could this be the crown being used to control the elder brain?*


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


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


Yet his spirit still lurks here. Within that helm, if I'm not mistaken.


Away with the pain.


*As your lips touch filthy flesh, you catch a whiff of... lavender?*


Securing.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


Don't go there.


A colourful torso, torn and butchered. Hello, Dribbles.<br>


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


*The sleeping blood-beast within claws and scratches at your resting mind. You are, as ever, mere hairs away from its grasp.*


I'll see that there is indeed more to come - woe betide anyone who tries to stop me.


Damn, nearly had it.


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


*Her mind focuses - the giths' suspicion cannot be aroused. They cannot discover that the weapon they seek is right within their grasp.*


<i>Don't worry about me. I'm... happy. </i>


Stay out of my head!


The dragons serve githyanki, kin; it will do us no harm.


The githyanki are leaving. It would have been hard to imagine parting ways from them peacefully, once...


ClosedMouth Effort v2


A fascinating structure. Made of living flesh, or merely a simulacrum?


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Embalming fluid, and a pipette. Now.


*And what of your father? Will you tear him away from the elder brain's clutches, or allow him to suffer?*


Think you're a person because you're walking on two feet?<i> Adorable.</i>


Pigeon feathers. No sign of the bird.


Ugh... sure.


And some of them are a de-<i>light</i>! Hah!


Alas, and further education on the subject would cost <i>far </i>more than you are able to pay.


May your reign be dark and glorious.


Always.


Left out in plain sight like that? No - the Harpers are too smart for that.


Drunk <br>V4


Ah, careful! Boo smells a little wizard's ward.


*A small miracle - the Mother Superior believed your lie. Or does she...? There is a bright gleam in her eye. Appreciation, perhaps? <i>Respect?</i>*


It will be a restless life, while the false queen reigns over my people. But a life, nonetheless - and a free one.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


But perhaps the folly need not be repeated. Such a crown could be a fine token of your loyalty to Mystra, rather than a weapon to threaten her with.


I thought I asked you to clean the rats out of this cellar yesterday, already. Go on - rip 'em apart with them chompers if you have to!


The Moonmaiden's blessings are many. She taught me to control the curse - but she could not teach me to control my paternal instincts.


<i>If, if, if. If and but. But and how. And most of all, </i>why<i>.</i>


I've been practicing every night, <i>Sa'varsh</i>. Let me have a go.


Death won't take me yet.


*Your head throbs and your skin tingles. Visions rush past: a dragon's wing, a silver sword - and a flash of your face seen through the strange woman's eyes.*


It is not fealty I ask, but a great favour on behalf of our city.


They won't be needing this place again.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


*If you've proved nothing else recently, it's that together you can achieve the impossible.*


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


I can be subtle sometimes.


PainPretend<br>var 2


That sound... something has been disarmed, no doubt.


Thanks. You always seem to show up at just the right time.


You see anythin' shiny, it's ours.


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


Something is different about you. Did you change your diet?


Part of a ring. Looks like it combines with that other broken piece from before.


I was just regaling sweet Isobel with tales of our prowess.


I feel so lost.


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.


This is only the beginning. An army soon crosses the coast.


You and your allies slayed the undead terror that was once the great Ansur. You are stronger than even the great wyrm.


State your business.


Don't go dying, or I'll be REAL mads.


Tadpoles, smuggled into the city. Wonder how many are already here.


On it.


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


Now that's not good.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Goon down. Where's the boss?<br>


Goblins, drow, gnolls, even humans - ain't no one they won't try to turn.


I wonder what these grooves are. Territorial markings maybe, but I can't say for certain.<br>


I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere...


Of course I do. Better than anyone.


Fitting. I thank you. And now, I give you leave to go.


He hideth from Cazador still, but not in fear. For he knoweth that even if he were ever found, he would not be alone.


You really don't want to make me angry.


No way to ignite these. Strange.


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


<i>Denial will change nothing. </i>


*The corpse is frozen in her final moment of agony. Well, at least you tried.*


A map of the Sword Coast. My people have scouted well beyond the temple.


I'm sure we'll be able to afford things. At least the things we <i>need</i>.


A broken mirror? A sign of bad luck, they say. Just who 'they' are, I've never figured out.


Sure did, for all the good that does us.


Seven thousand souls, each bearing the scar of the one that brought them to me, stand ready to be sacrificed.


Let's raze the Hells.


My eyes!


Soup kitchen's no good if we've no one to feed soup to. Besides...


<i>By the edicts of Lord Gortash, you are sentenced to death. Please comply.</i>


<i>More </i>talk of tadpoles? The one of flesh and fish is not enough?


Burnt to a crisp.


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


Dying Deep Exhale


Luskan? Can't say I know much about the place.


Damn it damn it <i>DAMN</i> IT! Still missing one link... Oi, shove off! Don't you be peeking at my scoop!


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


Don't you hear it? It's so peaceful.


Hopefully the near-slaughter of your partner taught them the wisdom of obeying your every command.


All this bloody waiting. I'll go find those goblins myself if they don't appear soon.<br>


Closer... I need to get closer!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Hardly the noblest conflict we've encountered, but criminals will have their squabbles, even in the looming shadow of utter annihilation.


Mystra - the message and the charge I bring you are hers.


I had hoped my instincts regarding your heritage were correct, and that you were of similar heroic vintage.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


But you should be hopeful for your bright future!


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


*Astarion. His death weighs upon you still.*


Better be a way out of here. This is no time to be stewing in a cell.


Let's go before they realise we're out of our pods.


<i>Duke Stelmane. Or Belynne, as I knew her. I wasn't ready for her death.</i>


Leap now, look later.


Dying Burning<br>v5


This is a ritual killing. And the murderer wanted it found.


Now get out from under my feet, would you?


It's a good thing you decided to infiltrate the cultists rather than fight them. The Absolute has already mustered an impressive army, and its forces still grow.


About damned time!


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


Not in the shadowlands... Atop the mountain, reaching to the sun...


Get out. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!


By the hells, a lava elemental. No wonder the lake's so volatile.


Fiat lux!


How long is Kagha gonna take?


To the rescue.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


A vampire spawn, technically, but - listen, last night was a mistake. It won't happen again, I swear.


I am glad you have reconsidered, but please don't trivially bring up such difficult topics. My heart can be wounded just like any other.


This'll cure you.


I would rather fall on my blade than become a <i>ghaik</i>.


Psst. OVER HERE.


That. Was. <i>Incredible</i>! And just think what a story it'd make: 'When Fish Fight Back'!


Victory v4


NO. I am clean. I take good care of myself, like sister taught me.


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


This isn't coin - it's <i>paper</i>.


*The creature eyes you with vague interest...*


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


No, no. It's just a bit of water. I only want to listen. Just a little closer...


<i>You.</i> Godsdammit, I warned you to stay away from my kids.


Intactilis sum!


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Shall we cut and run?


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Dying Panic Fall


*Behind the Watcher's gaze, a presence awakens. You may not carry a mind flayer parasite, but it sees you - <i>knows</i> you.*


The Gur help themselves, no one else. Whatever his price, it would've been too much.


Then she didn't lie - the past is lost to you. Let me clear up some mysteries, then. We share so much history.


At my mercy.


Hardly. The Astral Plane is threaded with light and silver, life-giving and wondrous in all directions.


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


Effort v6


I've never seen an object like this. What was Voss doing with it?


<i>Our</i> courage. The Flaming Fist's courage. They have guarded Baldur's Gate for more than a hundred summers and winters.


*You drift into the forest, hunting for anything with a pulse.*


Blasted <i>sunlight</i>. Why did the mushrooms lead us here?


Pardon.


*Shadowheart keeps one hand on something hidden beneath her clothing.*


*You stomp on the dwarf, bones and intestines splashing on you.*


Come. <i>Become.</i>


The little wizard could not hold Aylin. May she return and rain armoured boots upon our faithless skulls.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


*You force your eyes open, drawing yourself back to reality... or so you think.*<br>


But my work has only begun. There is more still to find. I must get to it!


Unhand me, you ham-fisted oaf! You should know better than to touch unasked. Begone!


My cousin tells me the Lords of Waterdeep have requested a shipment of Steel Watchers to help defend against the Absolute.


Nothing will stand in my way.


He really wants to be a god.


We've buried tougher than you. Come on!


They didn't deserve this - no one does. Yet another reason to kill the brain.


Effort v2


Truly? But... you have seen my hamster, have you not? His stern countenance, his mighty claws, his pointy teeth!


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


But when Lady Jannath offered me a future, well... it felt only right to mention my past.


They're saying the Steel Watchers just fell flat where they stood. Let some other bugger try to strip them for parts.


All right, all right! Gods, remind me not to get on your bad side.


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Listen up.


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Hm?


They've been in my head ever since... it doesn't matter. They brought me here.


All's not lost. I mean, just <i>look </i>at this place.


Head inside, now.


At your service.


And all the while, the cult tortured them. They fought, and ran, and died around me, while I imagined myself their saviour.


<i>In a realm, where we have fled. We have fled to a realm called Avernus. First of the Nine Hells. We are escaping a great evil.</i>


<i>Velkyn.</i>


That's just a gimmick. The Steel Watch don't need to talk. They're <i>guards</i>.


How is your more... personal research progressing?<br>


Nevertheless, thank you. And I pray you've learned from today's little... lesson.


I meant to do that.


Trust me - you won't be disappointed.


Aye? Little busy bleedin', if y'don't mind.


My sister... went to Ethel...


Let's move!


I stand when so many have died. I thank you for what you have done for us, but I fear the Gondians are no more. At least no one else will suffer under the Steel Watch.


You dare to challenge me? We will see who the Absolute <i>truly</i> loves.


We used to sell our barley to the brewer who makes this very beer. That's all over now.


Indeed. Neither of you has any clue what's a stake - and why should you? It's Ironhand Gnome business.


What are you doing? NO, PLEASE!


couldn't... take much... in... bedroll...


I... erm...


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


A blood-stained bed. Brings back memories - but what are those pink stains?


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


Mushrooms growing in a perfectly neat circle? Curious.<br>


What's this?


And if the goblins get in here?


Diminuo te!<br>v2


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


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Finer champions than you have tried and failed. But perhaps they lacked the fear that drives you: your freedom, hanging in the balance.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


These burrow holes must have been dug by some creature. Most likely not a creature I'd like to meet.<br>


We can finally leave.


Very well. I'll drop the matter - for now.


*You and the drow lie in bed, hold each other for a while, but he quickly turns over and begins snoring.*


Cleric...


That is a stereotype. And an <i>ugly </i>one!


Now please, go and enjoy your evening. this won't be the first party I've spent moping in self-indulgence with a bottle of wine for company.


Who knows what shape these final moments of ours might assume? Not I. Not Mystra. Not even you. But whatever my fate might be, I'll be glad to greet it in such fine company.


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


We are all sensual vessels. Illusory magic lets us sail farther, and feel more deeply.


You would doubt me?


... I think I'm going to be sick.


May nature cloak me.


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


VO_SFX : Downed v2


No time to waste!


Do you have orders for us? We were reporting to Edowin.


You <i>needed </i>to heed the instructions you were given.


Now enough about me. Did you see the way Astarion's been looking at you? Hungry in more ways than usual, maybe. Go on, you know what to do...


Oh? <i>You </i>try to get fresh tomatoes in a city under siege.


I intend to, trust me... On that score, maybe we should stay together - better odds of survival.


Thank the gods! Unopened as well. Oh, what a relief. My customers will be most pleased.


Sazza's a feisty thing. Hope she's all right out there.


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Why would a Bhaalist want Master Figaro dead?


Was't your father a flounder?


Food animals should not try to kill you. That goes for oxen, chickens, and people.


Ugh. Anything that enters the world like <i>that </i>deserves to swiftly exit it again.


The Adamantine Forge - the wizard Dhourn was set on finding it.


Bite your tongue, Boo - so you don't bite theirs.


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


I shall not speak of La'ezel's final act. Her story will be written as it was before - a warrior, who ended the Grand Design.


Gustas dulcis!


It isn't much of a home, but what's ours is yours.


I'll take that as a yes. Listen up.


Troubles make a poor supper. Do not hesitate to spit yours out.


You're strong. You're stronger than you ever knew.


Not a good sign that they're bursting to life everywhere.


Hope this ends well.


Recovered <br>V4


I've not been up there in days. The last time I tried, the walls started bleeding, and a portrait of my mother tried to bite me.


Shapeshifter assassins? Makes it hard to trust anyone.


*The call to song is a hollow joy. You are more suited to death's dirge.*


Of course, it was hardly my place to speculate on why she chose such a course. Only her spirit could tell you that.


*Ravengard's eyes grow empty again. Once again, he speaks coolly and calmly.*


Knowing when to ask for help is a sign of wisdom, not weakness.


All cleared out.


Better ten bugs than another day in the Hells. Than another <i>hour</i>.


<i>And so do they.</i>


That means a lot, coming from you. You always seem to take everything in your stride.


There will be no death here today.


I'm offering hard coin, not idle answers.


But working together, and controlling an <i>elder brain</i>...


I'm going to miss Shadowheart. She was all right.


Body parts, put on display? A vile showing.


Auntie only wants what's best for us.


If this was ruby tonic, I'd let you have it.<br>


Here we go again.


I respected Bhaal's child once, but not you, Gortash. I allowed you to control me as long as it suited my purpose.


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


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Got yourself in trouble?


<i>There has to be another way. I deserve to live again - I deserve my own life!</i>


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


His ire may be quiet now, and you may not have become his brutal prophet.


Cages, shackles... all prepared to march captives off to their fate.


Using my room as a thoroughfare is an indignity. Disturbing me is an <i>insult</i>. Begone.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


They - they're dead!


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


Allow me.<br>


*Menzoberranzan love magic - a formidable practice, usually only reserved for pleasing the most insatiable matriarchs in the city of spiders.*


And thank you. I guess.


Easy, easy. I'm here to help, not harm.


Still alive? Good.


Someone forgot to oil their equipment. Everything here is rusted to the Hells and back.


Stand and deliver!


Someone's in trouble. We have to help!


There are, after all, other spreads before me.


Ohoho, I like this. I feel strong as hell.


Best help before it gets worse.


It turned into mist. They can <i>do</i> that?


I'm sorry, was there anything else?


Risum teneatis?


I thought your mind had evolved, not degraded. Do you not see? No matter our deeds, we both have the semblance of villains now.


I can't deny that I feel for you. But you are a - a distraction. I belong to Vlaakith. I cannot be yours. You cannot be mine.


See where your distrust of me gets you?


<i>You can't leave me like this. You can't leave me in this hell!</i>


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


Of course - any time.


Where in the hells is Rugan. I need that cargo.


I've got a brand new torture chamber, so come and play with me.


<i>Shh. </i>I just have to last... a little longer.


There should be plenty of heads for my students to take when their final test begins.


I hope your goddess is pleased.


What's hiding here?


Secreti umbrarum!


You've made me a new man.


I would not linger in this land overlong. But - whatever your business, I will aid you if I can.


Not a step further.


When the barrel's tapped out, I'll be there to save the night. For a price, of course.


Dad said the screams inside were part of the show, but they weren't, right? I bet they weren't.


She's worth talking to, at least.


A headless corpse inside - undead? The Watchers' cores are every bit as rotten as their maker's.


Weak


Closed Mouth Effort v10


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


Until then.


*A long time ago, you never came home. Now is the time to correct that.*


No doubt - ain't for me to question them above me. I'm sure you know your business.


Listen. Think. Who does she loathe above all others?


Just a blink, unfortuntunately.


Forget it. We won't make so much as a dent.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


*Whatever magic powers the armour is beyond your knowledge.*


By Vlaakith's blade. A <i>ghaik</i>.


These Selûnite words do nothing.


Quick march.


Careful petting. Sticky.


*You speak, but you are not listened to. This will only be decided one way: violently.*


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


I awoke in Moonrise Towers, inside one of those damnable pods. The rest -


Strange. I've had more freedom this past while than my whole life...


A minor hindrance.


I can't lose you.


The others should be in Baldur's Gate: safe, <i>happy. </i>To die like they did... they didn't deserve it.


Enough discussion. We have a decision, don't we?


Yes, vampire?


In my best interest.


Vita excolatur!


Z'rell? Very well - do as you will. And know that I'm watching.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


I suppose I did. Y-yes, I had quite a life in Elturel. Chewing cud. Pulling carts. Et cetera.


Best get in and out.<br>


*Volo tears the pick from your brain with a violent jerk; your eye plops down into the mud.*


Mors certa!


You are fortunate I worship one of the kinder gods of the realm.


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


Te video!


You may as well leave your life lessons in a bucket, for all the good they do you.


We saw the crash from the river. But even then we could... hear it. Feel it in our minds.


It will be my pleasure.


I'm sorry for Wendel, he does get a touch, ah, over-effusive about our courtship. Pay him no heed.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Baldur's Mouth Gazette. For stories with, um, teeth!


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Good. I'm not in the mood to murder anyone but that fucker Gortash.


Mind you, fear is taking more lives than any one killer. The whole city is on edge, ready to draw steel.


So you talked to Florrick? The city's most loyal servant. Positively outraged to hear how Wyll failed his father.


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


Words of power. These should lift the dome in the archive.<br>


You got nerve sailing to Grymforge, short-arse.


I swear you've grown since I last saw you...


I think it's best I keep a cool head going into this. Approach it like a particularly high-risk round of Three-Dragon Ante.


Lalala.<br>


See where your distrust of me gets you?


An old hunter's trick - if you can't mask your scent, spoil it.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


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


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


Sneak sneak.


*The hottest of flames smoothed the stone and left sulphuric crystals behind. The fires of the Hells have touched Grymforge.*


If he doesn't move, I'll give him something to be scared of.


She wouldn't ask such a thing if it weren't our only means of survival. However much she's annoyed at me.


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


You mean anger is not always bad? But - but that's not what father said.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


I should know not to underestimate you. You see me with clear eyes and open mind.


Quite a heavily guarded treasure, good job we got past those protections.


Slow up - I've spotted a trap.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


You steals from Popper? THEN POPPER EATS YOUR FACE.


*Your cautious method pays off. The dagger glides smoothly out of the mystery meat.*


<i>Enough.</i> You are no more than a monster - and the Blade names you his prey!


Did that make you feel strong? You're more pathetic than he is.


I think it's time you joined them.