<i>Deaddeaddead.</i>


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


Orin, masquerading as Minthara... That certainly explains her vociferous antipathy towards me.


You face her already.


As I do you. But nevertheless, I will be gentle.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


But her suffering is over - and so is her parents'. I hope she finds comfort in that.


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


I've retrieved my daughter's body - the one you so ruthlessly injured. She will live again. I want you to pay for what you've done.


More signs of Dark Justiciars. Lady Shar is guiding us to something, but what...? Got to keep looking.


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


Aerie's wings. She didn't need them, in the end.


Risum teneatis?


A vampire? Well that explains the pallor.


This Inquisitor sounds like a real piece of work. Do you think he'll answer our questions?


You must find the Heart of the Absolute, whatever that may be, and use yourself as the catalyst that will burn it from this world.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


To just eat and drink, then finish it all by murdering someone for Shar? These people were monsters.


This should help.


Look here!


A table somewhere. For one.


Are you perchance a squeaky wheel in need of a kick?


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


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Back in the hag's lair. Good thing she's dead.


So much that has happened since I left the Underdark is like a dream of somebody else's life. I... do not know myself anymore.


They're always the same - victim paralysed by poison, Absolutist symbol scrawled on the floor in blood. Hand removed pre-mortem.


Mors animae!<br>v2


Hostium munera!<br>v3


You know I can stab you in your sleep, right?


You make my head ache. You make me miss things I never had!


<i>And I must admit, I was curious to study the tadpole myself.</i>


At what cost? Do we deserve the knife for your folly?


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


I was trying to concentrate.


Absolute or not, I still need my full complement of herbs - how am I supposed to do any healing without them?


Impero te!


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


You let him keep his foot? I'd have sliced it clean off.


Those vampire spawn made off with Astarion. It shall fall to us to rescue him.


But failing any of those, I will always settle for shallow praise.


I will take pleasure when I wish, and from whom I wish. Gale looks particularly tempting tonight.


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


What can I do? Say, would you like a hug?


<i>Ecce dominus!</i>


I do not trust Mystra to do right with the crown. But I think I trust Gale even less.


Yes, Kith'rak. We shall find it.


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


ENOUGH! Moment ruined. Passion squished like slow goat under foot. We leave.


Death, destruction - and for what? A mace? A dusty artefact?


*You're being arrested for theft. If you have a defence, make it now.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


What a view.<br>


Wish we could leave you out of it, but I can't have anyone competing for Lorroakan's prize.


Elf jewellery. <i>Royal </i>jewellery in fact, from Suldanessellar, I believe. A curious find.


Zevlor turned to darkness in his desperation... but he did not deserve a fate such as that.


A toad with a tadpole! How fitting.<br>


You've made a grave mistake.


Locked tight, but nowhere for a key. There must be another way to  open it nearby.


Out there the curse still thrives. I failed this place - now I must remain behind, and stand watch over it.


Here we go again.


Hmm - a steel mould. Used in forges to cast armour and weapons.


Another mystery.


My love, sweet Fireliia. She is gone, and I am left with nothing.


That's between me and master. Go sniff elsewhere, <i>prey</i>.


Don't just stand there - get me up!


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


We only seek peace. Kill no more, and we will let you live.


Whoever it was better pray the General doesn't smoke 'em out. Be a bloodbath, so it would.


Before you do anything - I am your ally.


When this land fell to the curse, I should have gone with it - Thaniel is the only reason I survived.


I see you have not embraced your birthright yet. Perhaps with my stewardship, <br>Father will bless you yet.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


I've got one!


No, you cannot leave - not without your word. Not without peace.


There are treasures. Useless to us now, but once they had value - <i>meaning. </i>We hid them away, untouched for a lifetime.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


I'll not let you take anyone else from me!


You think to take Isobel from me again? Why, <i>True Soul</i>? Why come here just to die?


What's that ticking?<br>


She held me... bit me... blood everywhere...


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


Our path leads to Z'rell. Let us not keep her waiting.


A zombie? Are you playing with me?


Can't risk being in open view.<br>


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Ah. Well... we had best not keep her waiting. Perhaps she will have mercy on Boo.


Time to press ahead.


Only that I find it hard to believe that she could have raised you, and felt nothing for you.


No. P-please - you can't...


Always makes my day better.


Go on then! Make it good!


*Chitter.*


Quick mind... silver tongue...


This won't get me anywhere. TIme to try a different approach.


For centuries, their elder brains sought to bring back their dominion. Every plot they hatched, we stopped. But now, they are close to succeeding.


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


As you wish. I'm sure I can find berth elsewhere...


Recovered


Come on. What do you say?


Gotcha.


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


That's Myrkul's symbol. I suppose a mausoleum's a fitting place for the Lord of the Dead.


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


Some who worked here were not thralls or undead. They were loyal to Ketheric and his grim cause.


Someone ought to roast that chicken.


Alas - my offerings are far more humble these days.


Just breathe...


Leave - before I decide killing you is worth the risk.


*You feel... different. Your body has never felt more connected. Your mind present in every flex of a joint or muscle.*


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


I have done no wrong. Vlaakith demands my purity, <i>Kith'rak</i>. I was infected aboard the <i>ghaik </i>ship. By protocol, you must aid me.


*Hiss.*


Wait - Ethel's magic turned him into this monster. If she's still alive, maybe that's why he's stuck like this!


You've seen it for yourself?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


But there's nothing, is there? I killed the bastard who ruined my life, and my prize is that I get to crawl into a corner and die.


The boss is expecting you - hasn't forgotten what you did for him at Moonrise.


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


Kin.


Of course I did, I know that dance better than anyone. But I always felt nothing.


A ridiculous notion. No student of mine would be permitted to indulge such heresies.


The Prism will protect me. You will fight alongside me, and help me to get my vengeance.


<b><i>You think that by killing the Chosen and taking the Netherstones, you can destroy me. </i></b>


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


<b>OUT.</b>


<i>Argh. </i>That hurt, you dimwit.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


We just need to go <i>past </i>the foundry to make our delivery on the wharf.


Heh. You see that blighter go? Swallowed whole by the shadow curse. Bet he was pure tasty.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


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


Not a chance I'll fit in there.


Where I come from, that's frowned upon.


Lae'zel is still back there. Should I just abandon her?


((*Nere. this is the one who brought the duergar blight. bring me his head, so that I know my new Circle is safe*))


She's gone... and Wyll's been dragged to the Hells in her wake. Silvanus, keep his memory.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Jaheira, our friend has put their trust in us. Boo thinks it only right to return the gesture, no?<br>


Is it me? Am I ticking?


Hello? Anyone there?


*The voice is irresistible. You recognise the overwhelming authority that you've used on others, only infinitely stronger, and turned against you...*


He's someone else's problem now, anyway. Woods are full of boars. Maybe he'll learn his lesson and start hunting something that won't miss him when he goes.


Told yeh half-elves have no spine.


Hm.


You're wrong. Even if we beg, even if we humiliate ourselves, it won't matter. You'll kill us all anyway.


Worked a treat. Watcher lost track of us right away - we'd have been stomped to paste without the grenade.


In his name.


*You have been careful to not get too close to your companions. You know that Lady Shar will not approve of distractions.*


Mors animae!


So many Dark Justiciars, fallen in battle... their source must be nearby.


Whoa. That isn't good.


There was a squirrel in the tree. Marvellous creature. Inquisitive and nut-crazed!


Need a little boost?


That's <i>not </i>what I said.


None, unfortunately.


There will be more traitors still. They too must suffer - see to it.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Tell me, little bug: who should Wyll's first target be?


About many things, actually. You left the tower in such a hurry, and you didn't leave an address.


Use the powers your parasite gives you to convince them you are one of them. And when you find the source of their magic, destroy it.


Another hunter, taking pieces of me. Hide. HIDE!


Victory v2


Unseen. Perfect.<br>


<i>I'm gonna destroy this place. Rip it apart, board by board.</i>


Clustered fires and tents - the Absolute's army is camped here. Better not press my luck.


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


Wotcher messin' with my cage for?


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


Sine metu!<br>v2


Quite some valuable knowledge hidden between these pages.


Yer just jealous cuz you wished you looked this good.


Why can't you fetch, puppy? Death is no excuse!


I ain't scared of you. I ain't scared of no one!


Now that's not good.


Perhaps we should look into some protection... But my word, the <i>cost</i>.


Another day, another fight.


No survivors!


Try to keep up.


*Well, that explains where all the dark justiciars went.*


I will allow it. But if your work is anything short of impeccable, your son will die screaming. Is that clear?


Must be the tadpole.


Looks empty.


Come! There are many more buttocks yet to feel our boot-print.


Intruder! COME!


I'll tuck the boy up tight 'til he's ready to get back to Harpering. What will you do?


Dying Burning


We did what we did. Let's just see this through to the end.


Hah! I wish I had your confidence. But... thank you.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


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


A bit of patience is all I ask.


Just an old prayer.


The feeling is mutual. I mean it.


<i>I did the right thing. I followed the code. He deserved it. They all deserved it!</i>


Aw, was that your granddad?


So. You're a vamp.


This'll be mean.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You! You, too, must submit to Lord Gortash if you are to be saved!


That's not my chest.


Tieflings... goblins... Gods, this contract was cursed from the first.


And you better be true to your word. I am small, but we are many. Now fetch your prize, and leave.


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


The lair of a murderer. Orin's made herself quite comfortable here.


Feels like a dream - like I could fly.


Wrong - you forced my hand. Now I'll make you into an offering for Lady Shar.


Attack Critical<br>var2


This might tickle. But it will certainly hurt.


<i>My condition has been cured. I will live. I will be who I was meant to be.</i>


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


<i>I shouldn't, really - it is a soul after all. Zariel might've been happy to use 'em willy nilly, but she was an evil freak.</i>


These are Sharran weapons. I would recognise the Nightsinger's blades anywhere.


Oh, fancy.


The Astral Prison contains not one, but two atrocities. They will use you and abuse you at every opportunity.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


I accidentally summoned an imp like you once.


*Now you see a benevolent stranger. An unasked-for patron. And a guiding light for your parents.*


What's all that racket? Are we under attack?


So be it. A traitor's end awaits you all. These are the desperate lies of trapped vermin, nothing more. You are deluded, girl.


Because it is my calling. There is little else to explain.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


Almost... got it...


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


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


But it's <i>not allowed</i>. Why are you being stupid?


You've been to the Towers? Incredible. Your parasite has already served you well.


Had you excelled instead of resisted, you would have received a disgusting Prize already. But it's not too late yet.


A good opportunity.


The Netherbrain believes it will rise victorious. But it could never predict the extent of our might and the strength of our bond.


Every instrument has the Quirkilious seal of approval.


*Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard - the man you call your father. The man who cast you from your home after pacting with Mizora.*


Elturgard? Should've known. We're a good ways from Baldur's Gate.


Breaking news! The Mouth said it first!


Buck up, says Boo!


Was... to... make... friends...


What's happening? Where am I?


That mural... it shows Dark Justiciars. Another sign of their presence.


Ocior!


Here it comes.


Help is here.


Something's alive down here. I'm not sure I want to meet it.


I will only speak with the one in charge.


Those beasts are here for a reason.


The old lady warned me that this might happen. That it was a side effect!


Buff


Bloody hells, thank you! I hope Genshu and Bala are all right...


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Sir - you have the powder? My Beldron will die back there. Blow up that wall, I'm begging you.


<i>Chk</i>. Enough viscera to rival a githyanki sparring circle.


Anything for a friend.


Fair enough.


Should be... boss. But Dror Ragzlin... hobgoblin.


Hells - seems that book on flumphs was not all it appeared to be.


This gal's tryin' to poison us! Kill her!


That explains the unfinished statues. The impaled skeletons, not so much.


The disc is moving. This must lead to the next part of Shar's Gauntlet.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


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


Agreed.


My apologies. I shouldn't place my own guilt onto your shoulders.


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


Let's see.


I'm fading fast. I must heal.


Another bit of clown. Please, no more.


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on the githyanki nearby.


No kidding. The fighting, the chaos, the betrayal... it had the makings of a good stage show, but I did <i>not </i>want to be one of the players.


*Agitated clacking chokes your thoughts. The spiders skitter about, more nervous than before.*


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


<i>I</i> know that <i>you </i>know you're about to let me out of this thing.


Effort v4


*Bottoms up for our Baldur's Bones winners! Antes up for the next session. Same time every tenday.*


Your world has strange customs...


Hm. There's death in your scent, but not in your words.


Just a few rocks.


And shouldered the cost to spare someone else a worse fate, I'd wager.


Effort v3


Sphaera mortis!


*You lack an illithid infection - you are not welcome here, nor anywhere in existence it seems.*


What an angry little creature that pixie is.


... well, that's not a bad problem to have. Thank you, truly.


He's not infernal, at least. But there's something else about him. Let's hope whatever's going on under that impressive mop is good news.


The toys from the barn - this must be where they were crafted.


You've met her assassins. Efficient killers by all accounts. I know you survived previous encounters. But she won't relent.


She is the one who brought me to Moonrise, and into the presence of her so-called god - the Absolute.


I'm sure it is.


And you. Of <i>course. </i>Even death cannot sever our alliance, it would seem.


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


Carefully, now...


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


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


Them or a disgruntled citizen.


I thought you and Shadowheart were going the distance. You can't have changed your mind.


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


She'll love you. So long as you don't rub her belly. She <i>hates</i> it when anyone does that.


Effort v4


You do not smell of his corpse rot. But yes - I feel it. He is grave meat now.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Why didn't the goblins end me? Why did I survive and my little girl didn't? <i>Damn it.</i>


Not luck. <i>Skill.</i>


Finally, Baldur's Gate is free of those bloodsuckers. You made the right choice.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


If so, they'll hunt us to the far ends of this cursed land.


Always at your side.


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


I know when I've got a lock beaten and I didn't beat this one.


Please. Help.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Paw prints? Where do they lead?<br>


What now?


Ah! My finger.


*Whatever secrets Mystra keeps from you, she will surrender them. She has no choice, now the Crown of Karsus is almost within your reach.*


Sorry, love. It just happened.


And I will rip apart your own flesh if you refuse me and find a way to let Orpheus go free.


I feel it, though. My very being, draining out of me.


A real manifestation, perhaps. But not an individual of flesh and blood in the manner you or I would consider to be 'real.'


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


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


No! It isn't safe.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


We're 'two tiefling queens', remember? I couldn't leave my favourite bard without her partner in crime.


I want to be happy. And I already am - with Sasha.


I think you want to be known. To be tasted.


Good call. Looks like that's going to bruise.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


... do you know, of all the indignities heaped upon me in this place, that might well be the worst.


To the Crèche Y'llek's command centre. Vlaakith must know of the heresy that's tainted the place.


Scared you'd be hurt. Scared Mystra would punish you for your transgression. But do you know what never crossed my mind?


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


Can't I just break it.


I know her. Shadowheart. Wonder what happened.


Should mind my step.


That looks painful.


I'm gonna kill five goblins!


P-please. Just leave me alone.


<i>I can understand that - there's reprieve in solitude. </i>


He maketh good progress alone, but he doth miss the companionship of his champion, his one-time love. When Mizora is slain, he doth hope to see them still.


BUT WHERE IS THE HAMMER YOU TREMENDOUS DOLT?


The Coast's chief militia, led by none other than Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard himself.


Frankly I don't see another option than to make a desperate dash back to Baldur's Gate.


Oh, c'mon!


You should have listened.


Flagra!


Are you sure you don't want another drink?


*Minsc. The mad ranger who fought alongside Jaheira during the Time of Troubles. A hero of Baldur's Gate - a hated enemy of your people.*


In the old days those troublemakers would never have got so close to civvies.


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


A spot of healing will help.


Amicus animalis!


You - WHAT?! No... NO...


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


One of us must take this step, Karlach. Your time with us is dwindling. Please, make it count.


They're seeking a weapon. I wonder if they mean that odd artefact...


We should follow along, and offer our aid against Lorroakan.


Your compulsions will doom us all, if you do not work to stop them. I can help.


Non movere!<br>v3


Come, Voss - I need you!


What say you, Boo? When the Absolute is slain, shall we join Nine-Fingers Keene and show her the ways of goodness?


After all, I know you'll spend the rest of your days dreaming about the nights we spent together. You lucky thing, you.


Entharl has been known to charge rent. Harpers have been known to ignore him.


<i>They're lost to the Chionthar, with the Crown. Neither you nor anyone else will ever wield them again. </i>


Resisto ignem!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


And just like <i>that</i>, it's gone.


You... you're Halsin. Thaniel said to find you. You must help him - <i>please.</i>


*When you next speak to the Emperor, you might still convince Lae'zel to accept Orpheus' assimilation.*


Something to turn the tide.


*You feel yourself ebbing away, while the parasite only grows stronger. It's <i>evolving</i>.*


I'll make it worth your while. I promise.


The grove, for example. Its destruction was quite necessary to your purpose, I have no doubt.


Mind flayer script - and it makes sense. Must be the tadpole acting as translator.


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


Disgusting.


The lady over there. She smells of lavender and roses. She's really nice.


I don't know what god sent you, but you have my thanks -


It's terrible... I can't believe they've called off the festival. Oh - and the killings too, of course. Just <i>awful</i>.


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.


*A Sharran Obelisk - you are entering a place consecrated to the Dark Lady.*


General Thorm didn't inform me you were coming, which means you're trespassing.


Oh <i>damn</i>.


This curse is powerful - the will of a god made manifest.


With a flick of the wrist.


With great difficulty. Even after all that rest, I... don't seem to be getting better.


<i>Well. That could've gone slightly better. But could've gone slightly worse too. Well done, Karlach. Once again.</i>


Invoco te<br>v2


It's all up to you, then. Do us proud.


A word of advice: avoid direct confrontation. Crèche-bound githyanki can be a deadly sort.


What shall we say, Boo?


Get yer eyes on Ragzlin, ya fool.


This is a ritual killing. And the murderer wanted it found.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I say fetch, and he'll fetch. I say kill a fugitive tiefling, and -


Don't mind if I do.


Without fail!


If you did not have the strength to resist those urges, you would have become a savage beast long ago.


'Scuse me, civilian, I'd advise you steer clear. We've got a crime scene here, and not enough folk to make sure it's safe.


The further we sink into shadow, the further the crèche. We must take to our people. They are our only means of cleansing.


Talk, talk, talk - that's all these bards ever do. What use are they? Should've got a real job like the rest of us.


Weak


Free for the taking.<br>


<i>A shell - a keepsake from my final voyage. Pinched in a moment of sentimentality. </i>


Steel Watcher - on guard!


That voice you just felt? It's because of what was done to us - the infection.


While you wriggled 'neath the city's soil like the worm that you are. It will please my hamster to kill you twice, Sarevok.


My love.


Rope, tools, marks in the rock. Our escaped gnome climbed to freedom here.


Hmm. It won't move.


No. No! Leave me alone!


Got nothing more to say to you, unless you want things to get impolite.


I must see the inquisitor in his chamber. He will guide me to purity. He will see protocol done!


Has the tadpole ravaged your senses? It is his suffering that will lead us to purity.


Did I not make myself clear? I'm not babysitting any more chatterboxes.


The booze is back that way, dwarf. We're workin' in here.


*Officially, he was keeper of the palace's kennels, but you knew him as Cazador's muscle - beating you when the master didn't want to do it himself.*


Don't be such a misery guts - we're here now, aren't we?


There's something underneath here...


So this is Zarys' chest? She promised good coin, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Is there no end to these horrors?


<i>Tl'a'Vlaakith</i> - has our queen sent a knight to slay me with his own blade?


'Last Light', indeed. Savour it while you can.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


I - no need, sir. Travel the Towers as you see fit.


Quietly does it.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


*You managed to talk your way in - no easy feat.*


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


Very droll, sir. Most amusing.


What've we got 'ere...? Oh.


This message comes from spirits I have collected. Those with great knowledge in life, great wealth, great <i>purpose</i>. It is far more valuable.


Te adstringo linguam!


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


Down here in the Underdark, few dangers ever truly die.


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


*A gentle thing, full of promise, full of <i>potential</i>. It wants to evolve you.*


I was sure you had eyes for Wyll alone. And I wouldn't blame you, either.


Well, I expect the Flaming Fist will ban refugee aid now one of them's blamed for murder.


Nature's blessings. Are you ready to do what is necessary?


Undisturbed graves. A rare sight in these lands, where the dead are so restless.


My role here is limited. I can be put to better use convincing the council to send reinforcements to help rescue the duke.


A scrying eye. Better be on our best behaviour - until we're out of sight, that is.


Effort v12


My little ones are locked down there in the dark? Gods, what has that monster done?


We were just kids when we met. Heh. I might have pushed him off a swing I wanted.


Ugh. A stinking den of dregs and - ooh, is that Rashemi firewine?!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Come on, already - we've got a roadblock to clear.


Just this once.


In <i>and </i>out, you say? I'd never considered that. But I think I know what you mean. I'll give it a go.


Please, no. Meerna... it can't be.


By your command.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I can handle it. After all, life was made to be lived. And that's exactly what you're doing.


Gored to death, by the look of it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


An ordinary lamp. Not a trace of magic on it.


Effort v6


Don't worry yourself about what I think just yet - we may not have spent much time in each other's company yet, but I joined you because your judgement seems sound.


Here we go.


Fear and cruelty enter the Tabernacle. All devotion has its place here, even those who worship Lolth.


I can't activate this here.


A couple turns should do it.


It can't be. Another vile trick -


Well, it's certainly... symmetrical?


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Pitiful, how easy the lies come to you.


Traitors among us, a child taken... and still I can only feel <i>relief</i>. If they had taken Isobel too...


*An unseen blade cleaves your mind in two. Impossible pain sears your bones and body in concert with Lae'zel's.*


Extende!


Not an ideal setting to deliver a message of such gravity, perhaps. Oh well.


Anything else?


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Surprisingly spacious. Must have been quite active in its heyday.


That skull - something's happening to it.


Clag-bottomed coward!


*Problem solved.*


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Sob<br>var 1


But unlike you, unlike anyone else in any plane, I know Vlaakith's secret.


*But it crashes against the wall of sheer willpower you have erected, and breaks. He has no hold on you.*


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


He gave me no choice. But it's true. I often wonder - what if I'd said the right words, made the right promises?


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Hells, I wouldn't want to get hit by that.


Messed up is what I was before! I was a playwright who'd lost the will to create. Now I see just how little that matters.


Purification is my right. I AM GITHYANKI. I WILL NOT BE <i>GHAIK!</i>


The dead can be put to all sorts of purposes, in the hands of one adept at their manipulation.


I know it's hard to enjoy the circus without Dribbles, but I pray that you do. After all, the show must go on.


Fool. We gave you every opportunity, but still you choose death. So be it.


Lapis root? Saffa? These do not grow in such a wet climate.


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


Oi!


I'm sorry. I think I need a moment.


Dying Burning<br>v4


You're the one who saved her, so tell me - are we all doomed?


Attack<br>var 2


I suppose it's up to me.


We need to grab your contract, quick as a hiccup, or Raphael will come and chew up your soul.


You possess a false heart - deceiving as easily others breathe. You hide the truth even from yourself. But your true self is nothing to fear. We can show you this.


Stone Lord... he'll sort this. He'll get 'em...


Nevertheless... I suppose it was decent of you to return.


My name's Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when they snatched me and put that thing in my head.


If you ain't helping, piss off.


Still me - even after everything.


It felt like a quake fit to topple Ramazith's Tower.


Hm - what was that?


I wager Dror Ragzlin's the goblin in charge, the way this one's carrying on.


*An ornate mace hovers before you, suspended in a shaft of brilliant light.*


Aye, now I'll return the favour. You see an angry looking baldy? Don't filch him. I did and it got me a stiff for a bunk-mate.


Yes... yes I suppose so.


I won't leave - not unless you want me to, or until fate forces my hand. If your friendship is all we have, then I will be happy to have it. Eventually.


*Darkness stirs in you. Bhaal demands blood - and there is none blacker than that of Orin, his own Chosen.*


Never sign your soul away.


This is the path of heroes! Your feet sully it.


Might be more accurate to say the Guild <i>is </i>the city's bank. We bought them out years back - perfectly legitimate. As I said, I like a little certainty.


*The ring slots perfectly into place and the door opens, assailing you with a pungent, musty air.*


Ut ventus!<br>v3


The city's survived countless threats. But Ravengard knew its walls would fall to the cult.


Ha! No, it so rarely is. But it might be fun.


But you're home now, and you brought me a treat, eh? A new friend for Godey?


Me? Suspicious? No?


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Voco vineae!<br>v2


You've had your indiscretions, but I find I can forgive a great deal in light of what you've done.


Give me one good reason why you're here - preferably in one word or less.


<i>Come, my unholy minions - fight for your master!</i>


<i>Your commitment to completion is endearing. But you risk too much. We did not come this far only to lose the fight for our survival at the final hurdle. </i>


Murders across... the city...


Naw... something ain't right. You're not like the others...


*Tyr blesses you with the judgement to know right from wrong and the strength to mete out retribution for injustice.*


Whoa! There are a lot of guts to go around in this place. Are you sure you...? Never mind. Too late.


It was surely fun while it lasted - but looks like the late Lord Gortash has nabbed your headline spot.


There's always one.


He's a wizard. All they care about is power.


You're... you're right. Bhaal is not a god of decrees and doctrines.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


Strange place for a button. Especially one that doesn't work.


You are like the devils. Where they tread, chaos follows.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


This is gonna feel good.


Wait, Arnell. Don't you see? She's not a little girl anymore. That name stays with the child. Our daughter is a woman who's lived a whole lifetime away from us, and her name is Shadowheart.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Gith's wretched son <i>will</i> be the fall of the githyanki.


Really? <i>Drugh </i>yes. Glory to Ironhand!


I think he has parted from the mortal realm. Curious.


It's not required, but it is nice to have. It buys any number of ways to keep life interesting.


Hurry.


<i>These forces are just a distraction - I have to dominate the brain! </i>


Damn it. Nowhere's safe anymore.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


Love to be taken for granted.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Power. You free Orpheus, and in doing so, save the city, the Sword Coast, perhaps the whole world... and your own precious skin, too.


We need all three stones before we can face the brain.


What's a fort like this doing in the Underdark?


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


Still stuck fast by some mechanism.


Enough chatter. We retrieve Halsin, we find a cure.


Shame it's only pretending to be 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. That sounds <i>fascinating</i>.


I much more than like you too.


And away I go.


Like one of those Red Wizard lich-lickers? <i>Please.</i>


We should load up on oil. Bring it down on the goblins when they come.


We'll depart when this Absolute army is defeated. I understand you are involved in the matter.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


I'm here.


Anything of use?


Fair enough. But if you change your mind...


Thou mayest.


*The figure bid you to journey to Moonrise Towers. That is your destiny. That is where the truth will finally out.*


Sure as shittin'. One look from you'd send half this place runnin'. Bloody handy, that.


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


Still, I'm sure it's nature will pervade, even if raised among lesser species.


First you urge grace. Then you speak truth. To think a devil could surprise me twice over.


Right, you think I believe that? Lemme show ya how we handle liars 'round here.


Karlach. Look at you. Still hotter than the Hells themselves and ready to save the world. Go on - I'll be there when the time comes.


That's Jergal, 'Scribe of the Dead', walked right out of a legend!


*Your skull pounds in response to the githyanki's white-hot stare. Her lips don't move, yet you hear her voice.*


Someone's moving around in there.


The ceremony's over but I can still hear the singing in my mind. You're lucky to have witnessed something so joyous.


If you must know, I was scouting the cultists on behalf of Zariel. But those cursed shadows were thick enough to fell even a half-fiend.


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


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Da mihi facta!


*You feel a tickle of mirth in the Emperor's thoughts. If they only knew the truth.*


I would prefer if you informed me of your intentions before striking in future.


Remember - Carm's Garms, here for all your fashion needs!


No use digging here.


I do not share what is mine. And I will not be shared.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


Caravan... to Moonrise Towers... know how to keep the shadows at bay...


Noted.


Thou signed a contract with the devil, and thou art yet to honour it.


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


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


My power walks with you.


It's forbidden to outsiders - Kagha's orders.


Nothing happens. Nothing <i>ever </i>happens.


Argh, that's hot!


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


Best be careful.


On my oath I'll see you dead.


They've always been happy to provide their technology to despots in exchange for a stipend and the freedom to work in peace.


If you're not going to use it, maybe I should?


Can I help - ah! Bloody ribs. Sorry mate, had a run in with a mugger. If you need something, ask the missus.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Ah! I can't!


I see now it was naught but a fantasy. I will fight at your side. But I can give no more than that.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


Try to keep up.


Gods, it's boring in here.<br>


Adventurers. The same in every era.


Dolor!


Something to turn the tide.


N-n-n-ughhhh...


Kiai


Dying Burning<br>v5


Hmm, yes. This shall suffice.


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


Away, eye-watering stench!


So you came cowering to my chambers? I'm flattered, Sergeant, but even I cannot command natural phenomena to cease.


*Setting a trap in prison was a bold move. Avoiding a return to your cell will require similar confidence.*


She's right. Let's go - we need to check out that blast.


Some crusty ballad-monger, I expect.


Still me - even after everything.


I'd be a fool if it didn't. I know the stories - doomed to shed my skin, become illithid. And there's no coming back.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


A <i>cambion</i>. Truly, the Absolute casts its nets wide.


<i>It may be different than I thought. But I can feel. Think. Exist.</i>


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


Rolan said to sit tight, but what's taking so long? I hope he's all right.


Effort v5


Fiat voluntas dei!


Keep your voice down. The ceremony is about to begin.


Nothing. There must be another trigger.


Absolutely none.


Do it - dominate the brain. NOW!


You served your goddess well. Not as well as <i>I</i> might have, but the end cares not for the means, and the work was done.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


This is no common spear... It must be the one that Shadowheart is supposed to find.


Perhaps it will help.


What's this, Stone Lord? It's a little late to change the terms of our deal - the pieces are already in place.


Yet again the adamantine forge is mentioned. Surely I'm on the right track.


Pity, I kind of liked her. Oh well.


Try it. Lot more guts than you'd expect. <i>A lot more!</i>


There is another drow here, but she has forgotten you, my queen. She is forsaken.


I will miss you, my friend. Perhaps our paths will cross again some day, if the sun ever shines on this place once more.


The curse has no effect here - what is this place?


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Bwa hah!


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


Think I'm stupid? Don't know who you are, or what you've done with the boss...


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Now that's a pact I can get fully behind.


Hurt Critical


I don't think it'd hurt - they'll probably have even less tomorrow.


Finally! Beldron - can you hear me? Beldron!


A parasite, brimming with magic. Take it.


The wyrm goes by many names. Ansur. The Waiting Storm. The Heart of the Gate.


Indeed. It took me a good long while to find just the one - and an even longer while figuring out how to transport it here.


Nothing hurts any more.


I won't leave them behind!


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Not my personal area of expertise - but Nine-Fingers'll know how.


Arfur, Arfur, Arfur. He was tampering with toys meant for the refugees!


We are just crumbs of a life. Harmless nothings, unless you test us. Leave us in peace.


How I made him <i>feel? </i>What I propose goes well beyond such frivolities. We are talking about alchemical breakthroughs based on the blood that runs through <i>your </i>veins, my friend!


Was't your father a flounder?


Recovered <br>V3


Kill those rats, would you? When they're dead, the other servants will feed us.


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


It's done.


But costumes don't drool, dad.


Well, tell him to pick the right one. Better yet, I'll do it. Fucking wizards, man! They always need help picking the simple, obvious option.


You serve the guildmaster...? Then you cannot be with the cult. Or... perhaps she <i>is</i>.


More brains. Illithid nourishment, if the stories are true.


For you, oh horned cheek.


Access.


Find out for yourself. I think you're just in time for the show.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


Karlach. Recall that I am an old woman, and you cannot strike me for asking stupid questions.


I've grown quite fond of you, you know - in my way. I thought it only fair to warn you about the dangers ahead.


A little too clever. I'd rather not lose one rival only to have another sprout in his place.


Maybe we could've helped him. Marcus, I mean. Before... you know.


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Master Illy. Loved book. But book nearly. Killed him. Careful!


Is your little life really worth so much to you? We offer Bhaal's blessing!


I won't keep you waiting.


May we be lucky enough to see many more.


Looks like part of the Netherbrain. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.


I'll be damned.


A stirring verse, to rouse heroes depleted.
But not for us, because we went and cheated.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Dead. Good.


Someone kissed Crusher. Like... kissed 'is foot. That's gross. With lips and all. That's really gross.


It's a real shame your illustrious stint on the broadsheet covers was upstaged - Lord Gortash's death would do that though, I suppose.


Frange! v3


Mol's eyepatch. But where is Mol?


I can't believe she poisoned you, tried to put you down like a dying dog without as much as a whisper of consent!


No pinning you down.


I might not be the only non-mind-flayer on this thing.


Wizard called it the Soo-Errr.


<i>Agh! </i>There's magic guarding this thing...<br>


If my breath couldn't kill people already, it certainly can now.


I'd rather not jump down murky pits, if it's all the same.


Hells below, what's that?!


Dying


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


As for whether it's truly the Crown Karsus forged? Well, I think it's safe to assume we shouldn't take anything Raphael utters at face value.


Thanks to Mayrina, our leader. Together, we've been helping others who've suffered at the claws of a hag.


Save yourselves! Sacrifice yourselves! Run! Fight! Hide! Bite!


He's scarpered. We'd better track him down - if the shadows don't stop us first.


Threat? Pah! You threaten me no more than the insects scrambling in the dirt.


Vow that your body belongs to me.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


An' I ain't takin' fashion advice from someone who 'as to cut tail-holes in their pants.


Gone... noblestalk...


With haste.


Not even close.


She loves <i>me</i>! You lot ain't proved yourselves yet.


I was ready to rule by your side, Slayer. But you have given up a most glorious and dishonourable birthright. We are finished.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 4


Best to stay out of its way.


The blood speaks for itself.  Why?


The High Hall was once a beacon of promise, of wisdom, of celebration. Now... well , it's just a beacon, and for all manner of horrors. A pity.


Extra Recovered <br>V3


Me and my friends, we were beggars. Used to sleep down near the docks when the Fists were on patrol. Carrion found us down there. He murdered us, made us like this.


Alexander was his name. He dropped all manner of morsels, but the cheeses were the best. Until the red man visited.


Any word on Thaniel? Is he all right? Is he safe?


You! I knew you'd been mucking with our beer! You poisoned us!


Sloppily done. But I guess the goblin had it coming.


Something to turn the tide.


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


Keep strong, my love.


Expello te!<br>v2


Perhaps the Ironhands could return here in the future - claim it as an outpost?


Oculus tempestatis!


True Soul. A pleasure. What news from the field?


You lot have been good to me. Now let's show this brain who's boss.<br>


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


Cat's out of the bag, so to speak. Better not get too close.


You heard Dammon. There is no solution. It's Hell or bust. I choose bust.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Finally some sense.


There is one more way in which I can help you. You have been forewarned, and now you shall be forearmed.


A persuasive creature. It tempts us with power, expresses its admiration, its adoration.


Away, you pox'd nun!


I should look around for the means to turn this on.


Oh, I get it. You're scaaaaaaared.


Don't play coy. It happened to you as well, didn't it? It's all over your face.


Rise, and be mighty.


I wanted to reward you.


What's the matter? I could swear this plant's got you flush.


Now the Guild can become a Zhent operation - and we'll have your back when the battle-horns start blowing.


The Steel Watch has made an impenetrable fortress out of the Sword Coast's crown jewel.


Sister is always happy to see me - she told me so. She will smile so much when I find her.


Torm help me! <i>A mind flayer!</i>


Curious. I could never quite tell if she was proud of them or not.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Mind flayer anatomy - an important subject. The best hunters know exactly where to strike their prey.


But us good, <i>normal</i> folk? We don't get any attention at all.


Just doing me job, boss. You're free to go your way.


Diminue!


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


Moonrise Towers...


Closed Mouth Effort


Sniff<br>var 3


Kind of terrifying that the likes of Lord Gortash can just decide what's true or not. Despicable.


There's a hole back there, behind the crates.


I can't read this.


I'm sorry. Maybe Master Halsin could have plucked it from your head, but I can't.


Death comes for them.


Effort v10


*You shake your purse, but hear only silence. You don't have the gold.*


Round and round and round...


A <i>kith'rak </i>demanded my head. <i>He'd deny me a cure.</i>


Oh no. Tragic.<br>


<i>Rennald</i>... Now there's a name I haven't heard in some time. But not for me to spoil what Lady Shar would keep hidden from you. Best if you looked for yourself.


--cannot-
    ---WILL NOT--
-submit--


I should speak up.


That is all.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Demons are fair game. Zariel's enemies? Likewise. Devils threatening the Sword Coast? Fine by me.


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


You can forget just how much colour there is in the world.


*Discomfort gnaws at you like a rat in your belly - is it doubt? Or simply fear?*


I deal in reality, not idealism, so you will have to seek praise elsewhere.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Father's words.


But Karlach is dead, and Gods know how many other of my victims were people like her.


Head on in. Our leader'll want a word.


You make it a spectacle for Lord Bhaal. <br>


The toys from the barn - he must have made them here.


Fascinating... I mean, <i>ahem</i>, how horrible. Well done for making it out.


Oh - I'm sorry if I... never mind. You're right.


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


If you've something to report, take it elsewhere. I'm on watch.


More where this came from.


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


Should mind my step.


We'll be the ones still holding the Gate when all those others have fled.


Your kind's heritage is long and storied. It is an honour to be served by one so noble.


Dying


Don't have anything to put here.


A key - for what?


*The balance of the world has been restored.*


Kiai<br>Var 3


By your command.


Unholy Assassin. Does have a certain... ring to it.


You see, Boo! You quiver in vain.


I feed on animals! Boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get.


I suppose Raphael will be pleased, if nothing else...


If you really don't want to carry it, at least leave it somewhere safe. Your camp, for example.


Go back to your mine, <i>dglinkarz</i>. Before I bury you myself.


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


Cities beneath cities, layers below layers. Faerûn is a richer land than I'd imagined.


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


Do as I do. We'll be fine as long as we show the <i>ch'r'ai</i> respect.


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


Get the hells away from me.


Lord Gortash keeps some Gondians there. Collateral to keep those working in the Steel Watch Foundry under control.


This should give me an edge.


Deep gnomes, mostly. Easy to feed, fat thumbs for digging.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


These ledgers are never going to balance. I'm a dead man.


The Absolute's little murderers wouldn't <i>dare</i>.


Compensation? Is that all? I expected worse from the likes of <i>you</i>.


*And then the vision lurches, and you are looking through <i>her</i> eyes as a tadpole squirms into her skull.*


This should help.


They call you outcasts. Hellspawn<i>. Foulblood.</i>


Evanesco!


We'll do what we can to find the girl, but our chances are a lot higher with you on our side.


What is she capable of? And where will she strike next?


Eh. Heh. Now that's an idea. Should've thought of that myself!


*A glowing orb, but its purpose is unclear.*


You're not supposed to be here!


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


Mine.


Effort v8


I've got this.


Cave circulum!


Come. We will not abandon Astarion, but Boo must rest his nose if he is to follow the trail come light.


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


I'm going to say something I'm confident we're <i>all</i> thinking. Was this your doing?


Tell me, then. In a word: what will you be?


Our ritual is near complete. Can you feel its profane power?


It is not stealing, Boo! Not... yet.


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


How about a pick-me-up?


<i>Such kinship is unnatural for two such as we are. Yet I too feel some... warmth at your presence.</i>


'I am not yours, you are not mine.' Say the words.


Keeping my head down.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


I appreciate a wandering hand now and again, but maybe control your urges for now.


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


Aha, the wide-eyed gaze of someone new to Baldur's Gate! Well, you've reason to be excited, friend.


Boo will not abandon you.


-expect--
 -WATCHERS--
 -to-- -IGNORE--
 -you-- -HENCEFORTH--


His favourite colour is blood.


Sceleritas Fel, at your service. A shame our paths have not crossed before, my Master, but now we need never part again.


It won't be enough to protect you against areas of utter darkness, though - where the curse is strongest. This lantern should, though.


The machine - it's going to blow!


Would you listen to sense? This doesn't have to end badly - for either of us.


*You lift the child's gold pouch as he stumbles deeper into the water, oblivious.*


I can't hold it any longer!


He's funny - like my grandpa when he didn't get his nap.


You should be. On those rare occasions when people have surprised me in the past, I received new scars to remember them by.


Statues - but I don't think those were made by a sculptor...


Victory.


*Here lies Raloric Windbane. <br>Born 1399 DR - Died 1486 DR*


By all means - pursue any leads you may have. But I sense all roads will lead to Moonrise, in the end.


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


<i>Friend, help Us! Free Us!</i>


I admit, I was not sure I would ever see you again. But you faced down the Vampire Ascendant and lived.


I think they're dragon marks. Better keep an eye out.


I know exactly what the Prism contains. The traitor prince who would hand us to <i>ghaik.</i>


Whether by fortune or necessity, fate made its choice.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


((*leave this one. come to me. we must speak*))


Absence, there is... cure. Cure.


First in my heart.


Well met, citizen Fluffington.


Good to go?


Already dead.


That's, er, a very convincing proposal, saer. I'll do just as you say.


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


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


Attack Critical<br>var2


Effort v9


I'd be running the other way - but go on, then. Your funeral.


Something needs to be said.


Gaudy thing. Maybe it can be sold for something more useful.


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


Of course - here. Because of you, I'll finally be able to sleep with both eyes shut. Thank you.


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


What is that symbol supposed to mean?


A secret lair in the undercity ruins. What was Carrion doing there?


Betrayer. I will enjoy this.


I tried - and look where it got me. Chewing hay and shitting pellets.


No doubt the tieflings will blame us for the child's death. This is a disaster.


...through penance - administered by my skilled hand.


You haven't seen his rage. You don't know what he can do.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


There is not a shadow of a doubt. But don't take my word for it. Come. See for yourself.


All right.


I'm watching you, drow. We all are.


Some thoughts are best left unfinished. Now, please tell me there's some other subject you wish to occupy my mind with?


*It now belongs to the circle. It will obey the sovereign.*


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


We got them. They're dead...


Oh. Fantastic! That squint does wonders for your gravitas, in my humble opinion.


Excuse me? I would never.


Pallida mors!


<i>I told you about my room in the Elfsong Tavern, that night when you held me. I was vulnerable - you comforted me. </i>


You are right - I have proven myself <i>unworthy. </i>I cannot serve the city if I was so easily turned against it. If I do not know my own mind... perhaps I no longer know what is <i>good.</i>


Hands and fingers... long and hairless... <i>horrible</i>.


A drider doing the cult's work. The Absolute's claws have dug deep.


Served Shar.


The choice is yours: fortune or imminent death. I know you'll choose wisely.


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


Let me get this open.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


The resident of the boudoir will wish to explore every inch of your new form. And I'm sure you would be happy to share.


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


Effort


Let's leave them alone, I don't want to be invited to the wedding.


Since you seem to be on an obnoxiously similar wavelength, why don't you seek her out. She'll be at the Elfsong Tavern. Show <i>her </i>the list, and I'll stay and inform the Fist here.


*You bow low and graciously, but the pigeon has no appreciation for your courtesy.*


Listen up.


Yeah, well, you can't eat honour.


<i>Argh.</i>


So. A grey dwarf. Never thought I'd meet a decent one, but I heard what you did out there.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Something's wrong here. Devilish magic of some kind.<br>


You kill many, but many remain. <i>Stop</i>. Spare our lives, or face my teeth and claws.


((*<b>I am Sovereign</b>*))


Dying Burning<br>v3


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Feculent beast!


Hah. For all the power She lends us... I am still only an imperfect vessel.


What the - you're not supposed to be here!


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


Effort v7


Think you can take me on?


When I woke up and she wasn't here I thought the worst.


Astarion's brother is known to me, I think. He once bought me drinks at that very bar, and was most eager to hold Boo.


Hmmm.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


There you are. I was worried you might have second thoughts after my little confrontation with Mystra.


*The flask shudders in your hand, then magical energy emanates from its neck as a creature emerges.*


Straj. I will peel that kobold, and feed it its own skin.


We'll have your back if it comes to a fight - you can be sure of that.


Aw, come on! When is it my turn?


*Your pulse quickens through veins, nerves, thoughts, rising to a fever pitch.*


Gortash knows you are coming. Knows you have the Bone Lord's stone. Do not let him hiss hot air into your worm-weakened brain.


Hang on, where's Lae'zel? Feels wrong starting the day without anyone staring daggers at me.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


((*I cannot leave the Underdark...*))


I really thought Tamrin would stick it out. He was a good mason.


Damn - not quite hard enough.<br>


Ignis!


No? Shame, I thought you might enjoy a little fun.


Forward, <i>istik, </i>before more dragons come!


Better to have Orpheus killed than to risk his escape.


But look, if you're itching to meet Kelemvor, I won't stop you.


Forgive the reception. Had some intruders a while back - can't be too careful.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


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


Feels like we're walking into a trap.


Argh, my head's killing me. What's all that noise?


It's a one-of-a-kind hand with <i>artisanal</i> bite marks. It's worth LOTS.


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


Hmm... what's that?


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


Don't you think we should do something about the... vampire issue?


A gem. Might be valuable.


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


Selûnite drivel. Must be connected with that chest - it bears the same symbol.


Unworthy! Unworthy to walk among friendly bones! <i>Leave!</i>


Falling<br>ver 1


Seems like a good moment to talk.


Someone like that cannot lead the Ironhand Gnomes. We need peace.


I ain't scared of no mouthy little gnome. I ain't scared of no one!


Tsk. What would you have, that we be friends?


Better not die on me.


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


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


You did the girl child and her parents an honour - the dead deserve love and diligence. I shall personally oversee her rites.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


He's down, but he isn't done - not while his heart's still in one piece.


Yes. I have some connections in the Upper City - perhaps they'll heed our call.


He got what he deserved.


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


Next, I - we - will declare curfew and begin infecting the masses. Our subjects will hear the voice of their Absolute god.


Never again will my people suffer under illithid enslavement. <i>Zai, zai, zai!</i>


Pipe down!


Wow, it's you! From the gazette! You look even more heroical in real life!


First step is the hardest.


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


Fast and hard - leave it to me.


Not during a fight.


The specifics are... complicated. It is not a comfortable process, but a necessary one.


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


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


I'll keep it hot for you!


A mailed fist. There must be a story behind this.


Probably. Although I am two hundred years out of practice. Running water is no place for vampires.


I belong to the shadows no longer. You've no power over me!


Seeing you happy is pretty wonderful, Wyll.


<i>Karlach. </i>You're looking well.


Oh, say, murder. Or theft.


*Security Zone - trespassers will be terminated without warning.*


Look at it, brain battered and broken, hands stained with the Bone Lord's soot. Have you forgotten the way home, sibling?


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Your loyalty is noted but not commended.


Mmm. That's a fight I may not win. Pity, too - I found an ale that would pair nicely with your marrow.


Oh, I'm sure he has plans. But I wouldn't dare guess at them.


You again? Wanna join 'im this time?


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


But it doesn't do to remain smackèd. We fall, we moan, then we rise to annoy our enemies once more.


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Quite simply: yes. I was stained by Vlaakith's lies. Without you, I'd never have been cleansed of them.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


That's odd. The flame won't go out.


I worried that perhaps you were not the saviour you seemed. That Minsc was gone forever, and my family was doomed to see the city they love fall.


Et alibi!


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


Who calls... upon me?


Let's get out of this pit, firstly.


Efferve!


Effort v8


Fine. It's a lucky keepsake, nothing more. I found it in a flea market.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


The Absolute is our goddess. She's going to rip down the old world order, start a new one.


Then some masons were more blessed still, if they could put their talents to use elsewhere.


Damn. That shade knocked me right back to the start.


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


I see... a hundred years is too far back, for what I had in mind. No matter.


Be wary, this place is trapped.


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


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


You - get out of my nut! THIS MINUTE!


An illusion? Someone's hiding something...


Keep the Astral Prism close. Let no one take it from you. Slay any who try.


*The body of that scared girl, who asked for nothing more than a night of shelter.*


Your will is strong, ra'stil. Your name will be etched in our slates. You will be called Mla'ghir - liberator.


Of course you do. You're still paying the price with that ticking time bomb in your gullet. Ugh, the indignity.


Dying Freezing to Death


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Ex nihilo!


Dying Panic Fall


An earthquake down in the Underdark. The stuff of nightmares.


Better pick my next target wisely.


Along the way, I <i>happened </i>across items of such power, they would make you weep with awe.


Now here's a strange little tadpole. It's like it's calling to me...


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


Sahuagin? They wouldn't normally wade ashore in search of a fight...


Odious words, but I must speak them: in this matter alone, I believe the illithid.


If this is what you truly want... I shall respect your wishes. But know that you shall not die - not truly. Nature's realm shall be yours. In the air, the trees, the waters.


I'm so glad Mol is back. She's the <i>best.</i>


*You could free Orpheus, the future of the Githyanki Empire, if you take Raphael's deal. And with Orpheus free, you would have no need to rely on the Emperor.*


A Guardian of Faith spell, and a remarkably long-lasting one at that.


I'm not doctor, but I'd say that's terminal.


Ngh...


Dialino!


Closed Mouth Effort v3


What in the hells - get back!


Off with you, now.


Hm. All right.


Ouch! Looks like this'll take some doing.<br>


The avenging exile.


Consider it a deal, my morsel.


I have business to attend to. Return with the weapon, or do not return at all.


Conditions look right, but quite empty without all the other eggs.


Now this is unexpected. You who follow on the heels of our poor, lost son.


Recovered


Dying Burning<br>v4


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


You were a little one, once. You had a life worth living.


A grim fate. When devils give chase, you're living on borrowed time.


I was rather more curious to know what benefits the tadpole might have bestowed, but no doubt the benefits of your change in diet will become apparent soon enough.


*A plaque that once bore the teachings of Lady Shar - but now unreadable.*


Te video!<br>v2


A vampire spawn, technically, but - well, I hope this doesn't change things between us.


A stunning vista - a dragon and elf surveying the city of Baldur's Gate.


And if I'm the key to this deal of Cazador's, perhaps I can turn this to my advantage...


I need him alive - stow that blade or I'll show you just how messy things can get.


*Ragzlin's mind is clouded by doubt, surprised once more by words he didn't expect...*


Continue the hunt.


Was that... a bulette? I've heard tales of their viciousness.


BOOOOOORED.


I heard of you... but you're not as I imagined, somehow. Curious, to see what it looks like to be favoured by Lady Shar.


In between scores, then? There's no shame in that. This Stone Lord business has even the bigger crews shutting up shop for a while.


Cudo!


Is that so? I hear you already stole something of great value from me. And so, you deserve nothing more.


Whazzat?


Let me help, friend.


An excellent choice!<br>


Get to caning or to leaving, <i>hoon.</i>


My head is pounding... <br>


Um... thank you for helping us...


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


Not sure why you were so keen to get in the barn, but if the Manip says so...


I... I... GOLD?


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


Nor I. Which means quick action is necessary.


The Stone Lord. And swiftly, please - I can only hold my breath for so long.


Right. Silence it is.


Let me focus... I can feel the power deep within me... it's coming up! It's coming up!


I'm not going to ask where you got this. Just... thank you. Now, please leave.


Clausus!


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Here, want to see a trick?


Not very well, mind. Drow carried him off, left the <i>real</i> spoils to us.


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


Someone forgot to oil their equipment. Everything here is rusted to the Hells and back.


Though he may have to contend with Mystra before that's a foregone conclusion.


For the record, you have a false heart.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Be still. I do not wish to hurt you - too much.


Tibi do pennas!


Hmm. I suppose one last chance won't do any harm.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Help! Anyone!


Just like the rest of your kind, aren't you?


Won't shed tears over a goblin, but still - not a pretty scene.


Gods-damned leech - you <i>bit </i>me!


Well, I'm glad! It really wasn't easy to set it all up myself.


I could try to sort you out, but I'll need some infernal iron and a lot of luck.


Snore
zzZzz


We do not turn on Father Murmath. But we <i>do </i>outgrow him. The fate of clan Lur lies with the Spider Queen!


*Boulders and stone bricks of various sizes clutter the corridor, many split cleanly in two. Yet some walls remain fully intact.*


He's just like Cazador - utterly insane.


My head's too full. It wants to burst - this is <i>your </i>fault. You slew my kin!


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


But, since thou didst not convince others to join thy cause, thou wilt face the Netherbrain's assault armed only with thine own faculties.


No - you were stolen from each other. Neither of you are to blame. And I know your pain. I truly do.


<i>Mebbe</i> they're a bit loose, but that's cuz I keep myself in shape.


I do not hate you. I am ashamed at how far I let your machinations spread.


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


That last inn we 'it. They were guardin' some uppity noble 'n his friends.


No! Bang! Bang!


We've got a busybody - blades!


*You know this man's face - but you can't quite place it. He knows you too, judging from his quizzical expression.*


One boot in front of the other - then up evil's behind!


We're ready to celebrate. Are you?<br>


Another step forward.


Mol is fine - she <i>promised </i>she would be.


Te video!<br>v2


He's finally free. A peaceful end to a mad existence.


*In some places, a spell like that would get you arrested. Here, it seems, it gets you killed.*


OH BUT MY POOR SISTER KORRILLA.


You have done well. You are released - for now.


I have to survive this.


He's legging it! After him!


Stop it!


Clag-bottomed coward!


An adamantine forge? Think of the masterworks that could be made there.


Oh, I do not know, Boo. If you buried the nuts here <i>before</i> we were stone, I am thinking they might have gone bad.


Hm. Looks jammed.


Maybe I'll rob the head of a broken Watcher - would make a nice trophy for my wall, don't you think?


It was quite the scandal, and I was young enough that it left an impression on me.


You're free to explore - within reason.


I did expect a bit more - spectacle, I suppose.


Moonmaiden's grace. It <i>is</i> you...


Hurt


Find a crèche... cleanse the parasite...


*The rat's eyes follow you, shining. Its stomach grumbles.*


I better help.


Oh - the <i>smell. </i>Yep, that's gone bad.


The Amulet of Bhaal. It's hardly a triumph of fashion, but it does have its uses.


And I'd do it again. Whatever it took. For the city. For the world. But most of all, for you.


I'll say a prayer for you - I'm sure Umberlee will oblige.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


So you are not to be trusted.


Doesn't ring a bell. Why?


I love it! Let's tell her everything.


An offering from Moonrise Towers.


Auntie protects me. She keeps me safe.


A noblewoman of passion, refinement and, as it turns out, quite ferocious temper.


You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?


No higher power can command or restrain us - we will assemble an army of thralls, and who then will be able to stand against us?


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


A couple turns should do it.


Queen's blessing upon you.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.<br>


Cloak me in your shadow. Guide me to your victory.


Doesn't exactly take the Fist's best detectives to see that - you're covered in her insides. But <i>why</i>?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


The duke's still alive? Hold on, I'm coming!


Our hero thought but of treasure ahead,<br>Did not consider the peace of the dead...


What was it like?


Kill? Cut? Chop?


Of course it won't. If anything, it will do quite the opposite. The academic institutions up here will finally be forced to take us seriously.


The drow's book has transformed. So much for 'Flumph Mating Rituals'.


No use digging with my bare hands...


Goblins got to her.


We are returning to Avernus. You will be well, and I will be by your side. Together, we will face the Hells. And we will <i>thrive.</i>


Literal - but not wrong. I see something else.


Yes. But... she promised... promised to take care of... everything.


It's huge.


I'll need to keep a careful study of it, make sure it's not suddenly destabilised by proximity to a rogue pair of netherese sandals or what have you, but I think it's dormant.


The book was clear - I need to fight myself if I'm to pass this trial.


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


<i>But you would do better not to err in the first place. Especially when there is so much at stake. </i>


My gold - it's gone! Zenovia, how could you let this happen?!


They used to laugh at me. But not anymore. Auntie made them stop... and she let me watch.


When I return to Baldur's Gate, it will be on my terms. And if I can't trust you to help me, then I'll figure it out myself.


That's the last of 'em! Ground's sopping with heretic blood!


Hold the line at all costs - be the cliff that breaks the sea!


<i>Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!</i>


Snore
zzZzz
v3


There you are. I'd almost lost track of you. <i>Almost.</i>


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


First we take the Netherstones, then the brain, then the world.


I hear the goblins' leaders met their ends. Unfortunate for them, but very fortunate for the Grove.


Don't waste your time hoping. It's probably long dead.


What are you... this one's tryin' to control my mind or somethin'!


Best vittles and cures in the Lower City, guaranteed. What'll it be?


Lady Jannath would prefer to keep this affair private. I'm sure you understand.


<i>To conceal it, one would imagine. </i>


No use. It's blocked.


And I don't plan on being a guard for long, <i>True Soul.</i>


I only hear Her through you, priestess.


Careful what you eat, Gale, You're positively oozing dark magic.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


You wear the flayer's face, and yet your noble soul has not fled before it! I do not know if Boo or I would have your courage.<br>


Lucky I made it out.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


<i>Tsk'va! </i>You seek to impersonate us? To <i>spy </i>on us?


Nah - Mol taught me about deals. So I know a bad one when I hear it.


Shout


Humph.


Laughter


This is gonna be a rush.


Don't get blood on my clothes.


Join an army. Became an army. <i>Leave!</i>


I didn't realise we had time to read childrens' stories.


This place is spookier than a scarecrow's ghost.


I see tracks there - or footprints. That's worth a look.


Extra Recovered <br>V4


Lae'zel is still back there. Should I just abandon her?


Cave circulum!


Every house has an entrance, Lae'zel - even those in the Hells. You must find it.


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


*This man's indignant demeanour barely masks a seething anxiety. There's more to this situation than he's letting on.*


Why is this made of <i>paper</i>?


Scouting... seeking... gaps in cultist defences...


Carefully, now...


That's what they call me.


Attack Critical<br>var3


As if I would let you leave with empty pockets.


Anyway, it's his loss.


All I remember is wanting to serve him. Just being desperate to serve him.


If that Selûnite amulet is really god-touched, Gale would want to see it.


You're faking at being a duergar? In the Underdark? I'm not sure if that's genius or suicide.


'Lara', or 'Lora', was her name. Started tearing the place apart, screaming about some kid. Bloody disturbing it was.


You're a strange one. On your way, then.


Don't split hairs with me. You go no farther.


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


Raise your eyes. Look upon She Who Conquers.


Let's get you moving.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Voss' device is going off again. Are there really githyanki here?


No time for mercy.


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


I ain't worth yer attention.


More doppelgangers. It seems the Absolute has no shortage of them in its ranks.


Vos curo!


Malleus! v3


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


Leave! Before you have nothing left to go back to.


No one to threaten, no one to intimidate. Waste of a good alley.


<i>'My Life, Part 12, The Boring Opponent...'</i>


Effort v10


There has to be more to this place. There has to be a reason I came to be here.


Macesce!


My star-crossed friend. I take it you were curious to see the Society of Brilliance for yourself?


<i>Tch.</i>


It's true, Florrick. You can't believe her. She's a devil. Will you really trust her word over mine?


A tollhouse - and a huge one, at that. Must have teemed with merchants back in its day.


Inquisitor W'wargaz. The <i>ch'r'ai</i>.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


*The corpse doesn't speak.*


Let me give you a hand.


Begone. The Devil's Fee is closed for business.


Bound by magic - and the source is somewhere else in the tower, I think.


In time, you will learn to master your form, and then you will be perfection.


My friend - forgive me, for this mind was not mine own. May laughter be thy gift, never thy curse.


I meant it when I said I respected Keene. I don't have to like my orders, just follow 'em.


Let's make our pact anew. A divine oath, sworn upon spirit and flesh. I do no harm to you, nor you to me.


The only thing we're sharing with you is our pointy ends - get 'er!


There. Perfect.


They've all gone barmy - 'ad their 'eds turned from the old ways by some upstart god!


I liked your technique. Not how I would have done it, but still quite impressive.


I'll get you out of there.


*Your anger is clarifying, pure and bright. It burns away all doubt.*


Morere!


*History will remember you. The city will remember you.*


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


Cudo! v2


One, two.


All slaughtered. Looks like their prisoner escaped.


Good work - we're gonna wait until it's quiet, then bust out the back wall.


Oh. I saw a key earlier with those same markings.<br>


Boo - we must protect our fishy friend's buttocks until the spell is done!


Clausus!


'Yet'.


But if, if, we overcome that obstacle, I will do everything.


Obedi me!


There's still life left in this old thing.


He must have returned to the grove.


Dying Deep Exhale


*Sniff.* Kled smells the truth.


I cannot lose you.


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


SHHH! If I'm found buying anti-cultist charms, I'll be laughed out the city.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


What are you...? Explosives? In <i>toys</i>?


Such an undignified position to find oneself in.<br>


Get to the boat, or we leave without you!


Son of a - NO! STOP! PLEASE!


Forgive your faithful servant, Vigilant One - forgive my weakness. I could not best the hag.


My son a monster, twisted almost beyond recognition. To think my blood flows through those veins.


Ex Textura!


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


I have been so blind, that an outsider would show me the way of Silvanus.


Some remember turning away from the sun. Some remember donning a black cloak. Some remember plunging a blade into an innocent heart.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


It's an orphanage, Uktar. What would you have me do - seize their toys as payment?


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


These tracks... goblins?


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


What is to be your first commandment, oh great god?


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Let's turn the tables.


*The Nightsong is a druidic staff that allows its bearer command over an army of ancient beasts.*


Mizora. Spare me your fake sympathy.


Hmm - you do look peaked.


*The spiders scatter. You feel their panic; the beloved was taken!*


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


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Can hardly feel the spinning.<br>


Hardly. Cazador didn't keep me in luxury, but I've never seen anything like this.


True. Fine. First, purify the tadpole, <i>then </i>a little lunch.


Their worst nightmare.


Ha! Did you expect The Enlightened to fall for such a crude ruse?


Voco spicae!


Mutilate them.


Hideous trinket. Lacking in function or taste.


You don't want to keep Zarys waiting, believe me.


They just keep coming. Halsin, would you hurry it up in there?


Don't make me hold your hand now.


Clients usually choose me over my sister when they are looking for a man of <i>extremes</i>.


Well, there's no shortage of blood. And whatever those pink stains are.


Florrick's a great friend to me, and a great friend to the city. She'll make a stalwart ally for you.


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


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


Attack Critical<br>


Flagello!


I've killed people with a splinter, mate. 'Course I'm wary of a blade.


Yay! Thank you.


He did. This 'Ulma' might be worth talking to.


The pain was unbearable. All-consuming. He decided he'd do anything for reprieve.


Dear citizens, justice awaits.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


If you're inclined, we'll join you at your camp. I mean to drink you under the table.


Talking of you - intruder, invader, unworthy one! These halls are not for <i>you!</i>


<i>Shka'keth</i>! Mother Gith, guide my blade!


Next time, I'm fighting too, no matter what Asharak says.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


Not so much as a poison arrow. The trap's been disarmed - or broken.


You have the best ideas.


There was a skirmish a few days back - a band of Absolutists came close to entering the city. People started panicking, so the gate got closed.


So do you every time you speak. Now finish your drink.


Hey soldier - I think we picked up some of that infernal iron already. What say you - should I give it to him?


*The flash of abject terror in her eyes.*


This could be an auspicious meeting, come to think of it. I was hoping to meet a friendly gith.


Effort


I'm warning you, fleshlet!


Besides, I've taken enough punches for free. Least this way I get paid something.


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


I'm all for blood, but a whole lake? That's just wasteful.


A deal well done. Congratulations all around.


<i>'My Life, Part 12, The Boring Opponent...'</i>


I have to pull it together.


The ogre must have moved on to new deals.


Biting flies, midges - shouldn't nature be beautiful and serene? It looks so nice in the Upper City parks.


However it lands, I'm sure you'll make the right choice.


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


Duplicitous thing. I cannot suffer a liar.


Now you've unlocked the door, you can lead me from the prison.


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


No. No, I'm quite well.


I was enjoying a fabulous glass - well, several glasses - of some gnomish joymead at Sharess' Caress, when I came over all woozy.


I've always been terrified of them, ever since I was a child. I showed you my memory of when I was lost in the woods. It can hardly come as a surprise.


Don't you ever give a straight answer?


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


I can't tell if you're very wise or very foolish. Time will tell, I guess.


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


Looks like they're warded from within the tower. Must be something around here that can help.


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


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Aylin's strategy is much like Minsc's. If in doubt, hit the wizard.


We thought we'd figured it out at first - we could just stake ourselves with sharp twigs from the gutter and be done with it. But - it's harder than it looks.


Ah, here - you haven't even gone inside yet!


We should have an Exiles Feast to commemorate those we lost.


I need details - time, place, perpetrator.


Beautiful. Lethal. The Underdark is everything I thought it'd be.


We shall prevail.


Kill me.


One of many worlds.<br>


Useful for spying threats from afar, I suppose.


I don't want <i>memories.</i> I want... I want them. Leave me, please.


Holy hells. Is every watcher piloted by a... a headless zombie?


Ad lapidem!


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort


Now let's take a look at its hoard.


Go for the eyes, Boo!


I'm glad you changed your mind. Otherwise that would have been the end for us. I don't want it to be the end.


Do my eyes deceive me? A drow? <i>Here?</i>


Come on then.


*The Elfsong Tavern.*


Yurgir! Today, we hunt a Netherbrain. Join us!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


*Moonrise Towers. It makes the Urge hiss within. It was part of your disgrace, but how?*


Hm - must be the tree from the note to Kagha. What's that cleft there?


Because you robbed me of the chance to do it.


I haven't seen Zevlor since. Part of me wonders if he was with them all along.


But look at me preaching, and when I'm only here to serve. Anything to trade, True Soul?


Inveniam viam!


I... No. I cannot. I simply impart the blessings the Moonmaiden provides me.


He's legging it! After him!


The Steel Watchers are a modern marvel - they'll protect us when the time comes.


Is this... is this joy I feel? It's terrible. And <i>incredible</i>.


Find healer...


I'm sorry, I truly am, but I can't let you go.


I found a note on one of the foes - it read of the wizard Lorroakan and his designs upon my capture.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Tunnels under the Open Hand Temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is jotted down alongside them.


Come, boy, don't stand there gawping. We have much work to do.


Oh don't worry, darling. I won't bite unless you ask very, very nicely.


Take it from me, a short, sharp <i>personal </i>vendetta is far less time-intensive.


My armour's not fit for years.


I live here. This is my house. <i>Our </i>house. Right, mummy?


I guess it could be worse. At least we're still alive. I suppose we owe the Emperor some thanks for that...


Yeah, we weren't doing anything - just waiting for a friend!


Praise the Absolute! And praise you, True Soul!


Goblins ahead!


Best help before it gets worse.


Now that you have your father's dark blessing, you are the master of your urges, and together we can win this fight, and become as gods ourselves.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


She meant to kill that poor girl. There's no coming back from that.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


*Your journey through the darkness has brought you to land, at last.*


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


You urged me to this point, and now you falter? What would you have me do, sacrifice myself and hope that Mystra eulogises my ashes?


Mors certa!


Vanished once again.


The leader of our expedition. He was sent off to Moonrise Towers.


The light - the curse cannot penetrate its glow.


That bond made her vulnerable - you were cunning to exploit it.


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


Hey! Get back with the others. <i>Now.</i>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Let's raise our glasses to the future - Baldur's Gate!


*You sense hesitation. The duergar talks tough, but fears you.*


I'll get you moving again.


Ha! You know, I'm sure you're very right.


If you wanted to help, you should have asked me. This is too important for you to handle without me.


I'd spend every day waiting for something to go wrong. For the tadpole to find some new trick, reassert itself, and make me a slave again.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


How many die today? How many die tomorrow?


Hold on now. You made short work of the beasts, and I reckon you'd make shorter of me and the boy.


Ketheric's really gone, isn't he? Ide said he eats eyes - Mol only has one.


That chair leg could make for a fine weapon...


Heh. Did you open her up and find the <b>inner beauty</b>? A wonderful tale. Fit for children.


Another reference to the adamantine forge. No mention of a guardian this time.<br>


<i>Perhaps Mystra will even see fit to forgive you for making such a choice, and cure you of the orb. </i>


Look at that. May it keep you from the shades - not sure we can afford to lose an ally like you.


If I could join you and get close to Moonrise, perhaps I could have both helped you find a cure for your infection and lifted the curse.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


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


Hmm? Oh, apologies. I was a captive audience.


We can take whatever we need off his corpse.


Excellent. Now repeat after me: <i>Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao</i>.


Goblins aren't known for their cleanliness, but by Mystra's mantle, this place is rotten. The fewer breaths we take here, the better.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


Given the length of my time away, I feared she might have given up on me. I should have known better - she'd never do such a thing.


The sky looks so pretty with the light. Whoever it is must be good - they <i>must </i>be.


Didn't think you had it in you. Seems my boy's all grown up.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


This ritual is centuries in the making. Nothing shall stop it now.


Awake or asleep I could hear her. Laughing at me. Taunting me. Now it's gone.


When the hammer struck, the heir's psionic cry shook the planes and marked his locus. Vlaakith will have heard it too. And she won't stand idle.


Hells - first Stelmane, and now this. Hurry up, then - last door on the right.


I smell the depths below that is true, but...


*You have defiled a holy place. The gods will speak to you no more.*


Where's our dream guardian?


You worship Shar? Blimey. She and my beloved Mystra are not exactly friends.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


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


I assume nothing. Innate githyanki cruelty is an established fact - no doubt you witnessed it yourself in the retrieval of the egg itself.


Laughter


Not by foot. The air is heavy - deadly. Too much. Too dangerous.


Full.


You're making a big mistake, Gorran. This ends only one way.


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


Recovered <br>V2


<i>This is the Netherbrain's stem. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.</i>


Don't get too close to me, all right?


Danger mushroom.


I meant to do that.


If I'm destined to die, I can think of worse ways. At least if I use the orb, I can ensure the brain dies with me.


You have ventured far from your kind's comforts to serve us.


*Why let its host's memories go to waste? The tadpole has absorbed it all. Its experience could nourish you, <i>strengthen</i> you.*


Got gold, I hope? Most of us'll be lucky to afford a <i>basement</i> in the Upper City.


*Come all who are weary. Sleep, and forget.*


Bex isn't easily offended, so gods know what you said to upset her so much.


You <i>will </i>join my hunt.


A necessity, good sir! The Steel Watch loves pretending sweet Rivington doesn't exist.


The city's elite was not my target audience, alas.


Astarion, I was wrong about you. Truly wrong about you.


The curse still remains. This is no ordinary paint and canvas.


Disgusting. Absolutely vile.


*The pile of corpses do not stir. They will answer no more questions.*


A magic-user, disguised as a bear. I'd better take a closer look at that corpse.


You claim to want more, but I feel you flinching, dear one.


What have you done to him?!


Gods, I never though I'd be so relieved to find a light in the darkness.


I'm gonna save you Garret - I promise.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


So, it comes sneaking and snivelling to Bhaal's sanctum.


Over there - a shrine to Selûne. By Moonmaiden's grace.


You were! I remember you.


<i>Bull.</i>


<i>And I'll be the one to do the honours. He's got so much to answer for.</i>


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


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


Effort v8


To Moonrise Towers, then. May the sun and stars guide us.


Kid's gonna need a family no matter what happens.


Result in a good hiding from Lord Gortash, got it. Thank you.


I mean - yes, of course. The sun only rests for so long.


Hmmm. Can't forge without a fire.


I've something for you. A letter from Elminster himself. He was most insistent I give it to you immediately upon your return.


ENOUGH! If you cannot take it, then take <i>her</i>. Balthazar will find a way.


*Astarion - Hero of Baldur's Gate. You rather like the sound of that.*


And <i>you</i> - you are the dagger that bled Myrkul's favoured. You are the thorns that prick at my sides.


How romantic.


I think some more explaining is in order. Exactly what just came over you?


<i>As the potion influences your mind, you may find yourself acting irrationally. Try and stay focused.</i>


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


You deserve honesty more than most... but please, don't ask.


Veni et iuva me!


Dying Burning<br>v4


Dying Burning<br>v5


All things in her strength. That's how the old litany goes, after all.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


Snore
zzZzz


An idol fit for the Hall of Wonders. Any interest, Gale?


<b>--perish--</b>


Hells. Am I getting taller? Wait, no. You're just stumpy.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Try to keep up.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


*It seems you've made a rather convincing case to be left off with a warning. <i>This </i>time.*


Surge!


These volumes... they're all about Shadowheart. Years of training and tutelage.<br>


Curious. What is a patriar's loss? Material wealth?


<i>You</i>, of course. News travels fast in this city, and after your exploits, you're quite the celebrity. This interview will be our biggest issue yet.


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Not so well. But well enough to wait. Join the line, and you will be seen.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


It came to me in dreams, wearing a face I never thought to see again.


The birthday boy is just nervous, but don't worry - everyone at Sharess' Caress is a <i>professional.</i>


How much longer we gotta stay out here, boss?


It is not only a hostile place, it is a hidden place. My family have a saying: <i>Let the first blood you draw be your enemy's end.</i>


Thousands of vampire spawn on the run, our own children among them.


Oh my <i>gods!</i>


Pondering my name won't get us off this ship. Let's stow the small talk until we're safe, shall we?


As you can see, there's no trouble here, right? And I'm sure you don't want to cause any.


Stabilio!


This might sting. Whatever.


I mourn them. I mourn <i>me</i>. It's your fault - you filled my skull with full of pain and dead mens' faces.


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


Submersible's broken. Can't seem to turn it on.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


I feel so weak. There's necrotic magic at work here.<br>


Dame Aylin's nowhere to be seen. We've made a powerful enemy if she slipped through Rolan's fingers.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


*She is anxious for you to drink the wine first - and it's an anxiety you recognise.*


Gods, it's a furnace in here!


My patience is running thin.


*Waterdeep is waiting for you - it's time to go home.*


<i>Or perhaps you'll find something bloodier. The Absolute's warriors are at work, just beyond here. You'd be wise to not interfere, brother.</i>


Kiai<br>var 2


This... isn't meant for my sort of stomach. Bluh.


<i>What?</i> No, the potion worked! I'm strong as a bugbear. And fearless.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


These dead need not be buried. Beneath this canopy of darkness, all is one yard of restless graves.


Punge!


I wouldn't recommend losing that. We can't defeat the brain without that stone.


Only bones and armour left. Must've been part of the original raiding party.


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


Then what are you waiting for? Do it!


Not just yet.


Mushrooms - poisonous, if memory serves.


Athkatla! Stay where you are, Boo - you went a-wandering there once and I <i>still</i> do not know where you went.


MORE!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Get it right, or I'll make a brush out of your eyebrows.


Do not test Lord Gortash's patience. Return with the Netherstone.


As you wish.


<i>Waste. Utter waste.</i>


Invisibilis!


*There is a brief, disgruntled huff, then no more noises from the fey creature. It seems you are on your own.*


Leave us alone! You've done enough, freak.


The dignified thing for me to say is 'No, of course not. Forthrightness before all', but honestly? Yes... I would have rather you lied.


Vamps don't scare me. As long as they keep their teeth to themselves.


Don't do that again, hm? Or the next slip will be fatal.


Hello darling.


Well, it was good to speak to a real Baldurian. Makes a change.


Considering how close we are to the conclusion of our efforts...


Sol Invictus!


If you leave me, I'm dead. <i>Please.</i>


Your overripe melon-head, begging to be squashed. Your black and beady little eyes. Your - ! Yes, Boo, sorry.


A little. I like it.


Spare me the justifications, coward.


I offer to parley, and he brings a <i>spectator</i>? Twit. Quite ruined my ambush.


Why, by design, my friend. How better to learn the ways of a people than to live among them?


Karlach. I was wondering when you'd come.


And I came from that building over there. They were very nice to me. Seemed very helpful. Though... for the life of me, I can't recall what I was doing there in the first place.


Have you ever known me to cheer?


Two weeks I had to endure a frozen beard and wicked frostbites, yet he makes it sound like a dalliance through the Dales.


Hurt Critical


<i>I </i>knew <i>we shouldn'tve taken that fancy berry beer. Could've tasted the poison if it hadn't been so sweet.</i>


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


My mission is eternal, immutable. Our path ends here, <i>k'chakhi</i>. On this day, Gith's son shall perish by my hands.


I thought you'd never ask.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Perhaps you have been trying to protect us... but the cost has been great.


Dodge


Weak


Effort v11


Unholy Assassin. Does have a certain... ring to it.


Rath has promise, but he has a ways to go yet. He wasn't able to stop Kagha by himself. The grove needs experience and a strong hand.


All of them.


In my name.


<i>I realise he is of some significance to you, but he is of even more value to our cause.</i>


Clause One, Section One: <i>'Soul-bearer pledges his soul to half-fiend Mizora and the archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal.'</i>


So it's all happening again... just like in Sarevok's time...


P-please don't! I won't rat you out, I swear! J-just leave me be.


<b><i>Now you hear me. Now you YIELD. </i></b>


My aching bones in this husk still feel every spark of pain from the crystalline moment of my first death, in the Temple.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


On your feet, <i>abbil</i>.


Da mihi facta!


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Do you think I'm an idiot? You <i>bit </i>me!


I'll need more wine for that.


I didn't give up. I <i>lost</i>.


Non compos mentis!


'Unleash'.


*The Emperor stirs in the Astral Prism, then in you - calm, curious, and detached.*


*You can't read the text carved into his flesh, but you recognise the script - any warlock would. It's Infernal, the language of the Hells.*


And we learned something. One Chosen thinks to send us against the other, while they sit safe behind their defences.


Perish the thought - we're comrades in arms! I will be right behind you.


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


Rest in peace, Astarion. You may have been a blood-thirsty murderer, but I liked you all the same.


You showed great mettle at the gate - the mettle of a skilled sword for hire.


*There is a moment's pause. The presence reevaluates you.*


Tempestas!


Hang on - we need to talk this through. There's so much at stake...


The horned beast. He killed many, now you kill more. Leave us. <i>Please</i>.


Won't open without a key.


Confusio!


Combat Vocals - Agressive movement
ggggrrrghhh..
v3


At once.


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


You are exceptional amongst our pack. You are clearly their leader, and they look to you for guidance. That, I admire.


A goblin priestess. Wonder if she could help with the tadpole.


I had high expectations, but even still, I am impressed. You may know me better than I know myself.


We'd make better strangers.


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


You've dealt with Orin, but Gortash still clutters my streets with his toy soldiers.


Cudo! v2


You always loved animals, but you never let yourself get too close after that.


Let's get some rest. Dawn comes sooner than we think.


An eventful night. Time to get some rest, I think.


Flaming Fist letting Zhent run free? Never thought I'd see the day.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2