Karlach has offered to take on the duty. She doesn't have much time left, so there's a certain logic in leaving this to her. The Dark Lady would approve, I'm sure.


<i>Defective</i>. Very well - another offering to Bhaal.


The Crown is ahead - time to cast the spell again.


I don't feel so strong. Or anything, really. Just tired.


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


Bhaal... Father, they lie to me. They <i>lie</i>!


While it's a fascinating prospect, I'd like you all to myself... at least the first time.


A glorious day. We will slay the Netherbrain, and I will ascend to my queen.


Hmmmm...


Bhaal's will is absolute. The strongest of his bloodline will be Chosen. A spawn who kills a Chosen must then become Chosen themselves.


WITNESS THE GRAND DESIGN.


Come in. But quick.


Another trick up my sleeve.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This 'tart' is disgusting.


A casting mould? I know a forge that would be perfect for you.


Vae victis!<br>v3


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


No time to chat - we've a walk to finish! Forty-three years and I've <i>never </i>stopped short.


Oh, you charmer.


*All you can see are those symbols. All you can hear are the whispers - there is nothing else.*


Worth examining.


Our god is watching. Me too.


Then we better get searching. Shall we?


Lady Shar's will shall be done! Her foes shall perish!


I - no, mistress! I  would never -


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Your goddess is appeased, then. How grand for you.


Defender of the people.


You don't <i>know</i>. Not really. But after all you've done for me, I do suppose I should be at least a little bit forthcoming.


Sphaera mortis!


That was amazing.


*Psionic feelers creep across your mind, like a pickpocket's fingers seeking flaws in fabric.*


Right away.


There now. We're all friends again.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


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


Macte virtute!


Looks like the goblins found her.


Well. After you.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Buff


Think you can take me on?


The time for words will come, when we lay my Harpers to their final rest. I owe them that.


Win or lose, we're nearly there, right?


Were I a more superstitious man, I confess I'd be inclined to see a certain divine destiny in the greatest of Karsus' creations re-emerging at the same time as one another, in the same city.


How <i>dare</i> you - cowards!


The next time you want to pay gold to be called a fool, come see me.


The helm of Balduran.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


The dragon lords sparking the skies above it. The moon elves first plucking the strings of the Weave.


What...? You fool!


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


I'm not going to regret this - I'm going to enjoy it.


But yes, Shadowheart. It speaks to both sides of you. After all, you cannot cast a shadow without some light.


What... what was that?


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


Kick stones.


Ecstatically so. It makes my heart race.


We could free the gith prince with the Orphic Hammer. Perhaps he'll have a bright idea.


Falling<br>Var 3


<i>Shuugaan, a shuulkac. O taash okec dor.</i>


Dodge
v2


Dada-dadum, mmm...


I knew the consequences would be worse for those he continued to harm.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


I know things. If you let me live, I'll make it worth your while. I p-promise!


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


BUT YOU MIGHT GET MUCH MORE THAN AN EYEFUL


Baldur's Gate. My people wait for me there.


Effort v7


It seems loyalty only stretches so far in this forsaken place.


Go on, you'd best go down and... explain. Better you than me.


*It's a diagram of mechanical designs, not just written but ridged, so that blind fingers can trace out their shapes.*


You'd be shocked by the sort of things they bring with them. Gold and jewels they can't easily exchange. Heirlooms, rarities, sentimental items - even cremation urns...


Ferio!


Recovered


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Why would you side with this villain? Boo does not... <i>I</i> do not understand.


Mine for the taking.


*You suspect the child will think twice before bothering you again.*


Well... two things. Good news and bad news.


But when they fail - and they will, count on it - she knows where to find Dame Guisarme. And then it will be my turn.


Impero tibi!


Someone <i>eviscerated</i> those gnolls. It's rather beautiful.


Oi! What 'appened to the meat?


Hm. Look in your eyes says otherwise.


*A strange symbol glows, marked on their flesh, and something within you stirs in response.*


Supplies - sorted. Gear - repaired. All right.


They return once more, Majesty. What do they want?


Dying Burning<br>v2


Sicarius'. We should seek out this tombstone store.


Aid is at hand.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Come on, up you get.<br>


You're starting to sound like the goddess herself, dear one.


Useful little mushrooms. This is a swift way to the Underdark.


Someone cut these men to pieces. I doubt they had time to scream.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Lucky I made it out.


That works nicely. Now, what's next...


Looks like there's a chest buried in that hay.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


I will never know who laid the egg I hatched from, and until I met Jaheira's family, I never thought to wonder...


Caeco te!<br>v2


Time's the one thing you don't have. We've gotta get this thing out <i>now</i>.


I am free. Never to be captured again.


Shadowheart's really done it now. She's crossed a line she can never un-cross.


I <i>am</i> death.


The runepowder bomb was our best chance of crushing the Steel Watch, and you squandered it.


Maybe it's just me, but I don't trust someone who worships the god of tyranny to share his power.


Circulus mortis!


I did not know Duke Ravengard that well - but I'm sure he would not want his son to become slave to Zariel for his sake.


*Somehow, false memories of contrition and penance to Shar are accepted as true, and vanish from your mind.*


I overpowered her, of course. A thief I can tolerate, but under duress she admitted to being a spy.


Let's turn the tables.


Something's always catching us.


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Please... wait. I did not want this. I could not stop it.


<i>No clossser!</i>


I love you too. Much more than myself. More even than Mystra.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


How could anyone be fooled by this junk?


Hmm...


It's been a very long time since someone did that. For me.


A man might twist himself into something else, just to escape that collar - but I have no such fears for the Blade.


Because if he doesn't die, then Raphael won't tell me a damn thing about my scars.


Oh, oh, a spell shite! When the fisting starts, use the sparky magic to call Shovel. LET'S KILL <i>EVERYTHING</i>.


*Disarming someone else's trap is a one-way ticket to the cells. This guard seems more than willing to escort you.*


Effort


Godsdamned Gortash - he'll suffer for this. I'll drive Balduran's sword straight through his belly.


*You picture the Feywild in its colourful glory, the joy of all seasons flourishing at once.*


Then you've found an ally in me, for that is precisely why I am here.


Hurt<br>var 3


That was a phase spider. Better watch out, it might come back.


And one wicked turn deserves another.


I must say, if this is a practical joke, it is <i>not</i> very amusing.


No no NO! We do not toy with the dark. WE DO NOT FEED THE SHADOWS!


But in truth, she didn't take everything.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


This ship can only take so much. We have to push on, before those dragons bring us down!


Caeco te!


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


First one's on the house. So don't come bawling to me if your big toes fall off or your tongue coils in a knot!


Just focus on the glory to come, yeah? Absolute's picking a fight with the whole damn Coast.


But you - you are the one who carries the Astral Prism. You are the one who must free the prince.


HAH!


But not 'til you get my mum and pops back.


The mailed fist of a paladin of Torm. No doubt many felt the steely grip of its wearer's righteous justice.


Lice-ridden cur!


Hm!


In Baldur's Gate, they are likely to be rat-formed, and eager to charge rent. But Boo shall secure safe slumber for all!


Free from the curse, now - perhaps she'll find peace.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


Step carefully - there's a trap.


Dammon told us to look out for this stuff, right? Let's go find him!


Fallin' down <i>already?</i> What are ya, a bloody gnome?


Although maybe the ritual could have something to do with it. I did immediately accuse you of plotting to keep me from it...


Do excuse me, please. Frightfully busy.


You left me for dead. I've killed my own cousins for considerably less.


You got it. Here - I'll mark your map. But don't keep me waiting.


*Every breath, every blink proves exhausting. A long day awaits you...*


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


Funny, but unbecoming.


As you say.


Effort v9


Well, you have fun. I'm more than happy with my cup anyway.


Another step forward.


I don't like getting caught between the Guild and the Zhentarim. You always make enemies when you take sides in a struggle like that.


You did the right thing. I'm sure those nasties deserved a bollocking, but we're no executioners. Let's go see what Z'rell makes of it.


Dying Deep Exhale


I don't see one...


A marked improvement. I am... impressed, aspirant. You are <i>ready</i>. Claim the hands from your kills.


Meaningless.


Listen!


What have we here?


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Aw - these toy bears are adorable.


You all right?


Each brings their own desperation. Some crave a word of solace, some wish to see, to summon, to torment - I provide for them all, according to their merit.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


*The petals of a corpse rose.*


Nothing escapes the Blade of Frontiers' keen senses, I see.


If you're looking for ghosts, you can be sure there's absolutely none of those here.


Forever could be tomorrow. Better to promise to do your utmost, as long as you have the moments left to share.


That's worth a tip, I suppose - if you're looking for the <i>real </i>swindlers, keep an eye on the children.


No matter how it's been twisted by the shadows, it is still part of Thaniel's essence - it will resemble him somehow, and may show signs of his power.


Damned <i>booyahg</i>, bears turnin' into elves.


I can take what I please.


I'm afraid the quarrel is unavoidable, thanks to you.


That hellish hue in your skin is so distinctive. Hard to preserve in the tanning process, unfortunately.


I'll be pleased to follow up on your little escapades in your camp one of these nights. Should you live to tell <i>your</i> tale, that is.


Fine. Not looking to piss off a True Soul.


Thank you.


Bit of caution never hurt.


Victory v2


'Aggression'.


Incredible. Every rock, every jewel tells a story.


I want my mum. I want to go home. I want this all to go away.


You spherical git.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Poor little Wyll. Such a tragedy - your own father, cut down in his prime. Damn shame, if you ask me.


We fight. I test you in battle.


If this came to blows, Lia would never forgive me. Cal is only alive because of you.


A better position.


What's that?


Ehh, do it yourself.


Note this trunk of lies.


Ethel said. Said to look. Tosee. Seetruth. Seedeath. See -


Idle Peace 01<br>


Hurt Critical


It  was a rhetorical question. Do you know what that means? No, of course not. Who would know anything about rhetoric in this place?


<i>Fuck...</i>


Look at all those campfires. Practically an army. Better steer clear.


Kill her.


Oh, you crave a <i>performance</i>... How decadent.


Weapons. And time has taken their edge, it seems.


Just think - soon we'll feel the sun on our skin. After all this time...


A poor ch-oice. You will be purged.


Besides, that arrangement would not suit me either. I am not delicate, but I do not share what I desire.


Thou inglorious hog.


Read the rites and you will be destroyed. I would almost like you to try, just to watch you burn.


Very well.


Effort v10


Lolth's sigils on every box. If this place wasn't already abandoned, I'd set it ablaze.


So I grab 'is hand, and crush it. <i>Crack</i>.


Flagello!


*A map of Faerûn with indigo circles inked in next to Neverwinter, Waterdeep, Thornhold, and Baldur's Gate. It looks like the Mother Superior has plans for the Sword Coast.*


All right, then.<br>


I had the audacity to invite a man of your talents to strike me. You had the courage to stand against me, unflinching.


Good. I owe him a kicking for showing Fig how to throw hatchets.


Voco potentia!<br>v2


If you truly need to retread your steps, then you will have little need for me there. You are more formidable than anything that lies in our wake.


You know, I really don't think I've ever felt this way about someone before.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


We won't be waiting long.


I will tend to your wounds!


Ah. That did it.


Awful.


Seems simple enough.


Somebody must be leading them, bringing discipline to their ranks. Take out that leadership, and they'll scatter.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


Looks like there's a little shrine over there.<br>


The dock's going to sink into the harbour before we get this tub unloaded.


One of many worlds.<br>


I was selfish to ask you to live a half-life as an underground plaything for a duke. And even more selfish, to be disappointed by your answer.


Virtus et scientia!


<i>Ugh. If I have to.</i>


'Mystic Carrion.' That miserable pile of bandages gave rotten meat a bad name.


*You realise she is trying to tell you something - that is all.*


Fine. But I'll be watching you, all the same.


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


Nearly. We've ransacked the packs for anything that'll burn.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Tell Minthara right away. She needs to be taken down a peg - badly. In fact, she'll probably get off on it.


My advice? Cobble together what you can from what's left and wait for this all to blow over.


Please. Help.


*His body longs to rest, but his spirit doesn't stop talking, even as he returns to what one can only hope are the deepest depths of the Hells.*


The doctor will see you now.


Or perhaps you have greater ambitions yet.


*You have robbed another god of his Chosen.*


These unfinished bears are the same type that were in the barn. Better be careful.


I don't think there'll be any more trouble between Lae'zel and I, if you were wondering. We can all sleep easier now - well, apart from all the rest.


I do not need awakening. My senses are sharp as steel.


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


What beautiful music...


Let's just hope whatever managed to plough through 'em is long dead, too.


Zariel liked it so little, she sent a bunch of goons, so-called 'Paladins of Tyr' after me. Until a minute ago, I thought you were working with them. They want to take me back to the Hells.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


When they find the weapon, they'll go. And things here can be <i>normal</i> again.


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


Think you can take me on?


Who stands before us? Is this truly our prodigal son?


That skull is massive! A ghargatula, maybe. Horrendous beasts, as tall as they are  ferocious.


Will be on the mend soon.


Cave circulum!


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Cheese from the Dalelands. Or what's left of it.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Give yourself to me, and I will tell you what you wish to know.


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


Now is no time for the napping!


Know the Baldurians will accept you as a hero. We did as much with the spawn who first killed Sarevok. You are our champion, now, too.


I'll give it a shot.


Ugh. Get your head outta my head!


Oh yeah? I don't need my mum to deal with some crummy pig like you.


<i>Zurgnak </i>grove. <i>Zurgnak</i> druids.


It is, isn't it. Hope he makes it out of this mess with his wits in one piece. I'd like to see him set up in a proper home in the city. Every kid deserves that.


Of course. I'm a hunter who lost his prey, and here I am seeking help from something worse.


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


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


I will make your death an offering to Lady Shar.


All I want is a clean, warm room - is that too much to ask for?


*But it seems your Father has other ideas.*


Don't worry.


Watch how you go - there's a trap.


Sol Invictus!


Consume all the magic artefacts you need to keep that bomb of yours from exploding.


*The man's smile bends downward, and his thoughts become yours.*


Heh - pay Minsc no mind!


Phew. Another one down.


Better move in carefully.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v10


They think us fools, Majesty. They think we don't see through their lies!


You helped me - I think I can trust you. But her? She's trouble.


Well. There was an ambush. Mum yelled 'run!' So we ran.


Stand down.


<i>The elder brain will not be such an easy foe.</i>


Hope the forge is close by - I'm sweating from the heat.


Maybe even manage a pat or bump without burning someone to death. It's been a <i>long </i>time.


Alive... But now... that I'm... dead...


Non compos mentis!


I would prostrate myself before you and kiss your calluses, but my spine is ruptured in a thousand places.


Listen - the psionic detector. Githyanki are lurking nearby.


This will help.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Keep your own little nose in your own little dish, petal.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


Argh! I almost had it - bugger off, will you?<br>


The owlbear. Man's best friend - until it goes hungry.


I wonder what they say...


As do you. But I assume we're not here solely to exchange compliments. So, why <i>am</i> I here?


WARNING - SEQUENCE TRIGGER IMMINENT.


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


You'd do that? Well, if it's not too much bother I - yes, I'd appreciate the help.


You could feed an army with an egg that size... if you found an intact one.


*More than that, you can see that each prisoner is marked with a scar - the same as one of the runes from Astarion's back.*


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Now that's not good.


Well? Go on, then - it's rude to keep a goddess waiting.


There will be many more corpses in Baldur's Gate before this day is done. We shall not be among them.<br>


Let me help you!


Down here I know what I'm dealing with. Up there, not so much. Got a better idea?


Quicker! A <i>ghaik</i> would have smeared you across the floor by now!


Here I am. Now what do you want?


Ascension is a young githyanki's greatest honour.


*There's something like the anticipation of a kiss, then the pleasure of being cloaked in peace.*


*Your limerick's final line pierces something within the book's roiling, vengeful magic.*


I think these were the people Father Lorgan was trying to help.


Have to keep going.


Such fury. I do not envy the dragon's prey.


It's beautiful...


Well met. You are most welcome here.


All right, but we're keeping our eyes on you.


Though you have great crimes against my person for which to answer, strange ally.


That's <i>something</i>. But they could've gone south and then down - towards the Underdark.


It just does not end, does it?


THAT SO, CUTLET? I'M A GOD, AND I FANCY A BIT OF MURDER. SIMPLE ENOUGH.


Ah - a Continual Flame. Nothing can douse it, near as I can tell.


Oh, petal, that's how it starts you know - thinking is only a step away from doing.


Recovered <br>V2


Shadow Druids? Kagha's more interesting than I gave her credit for.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Hiding in plain sight.


Hasn't improved General Ketheric's mood much, though. Court's in session in the inner hall - reckon the hammer'll fall hard.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Keep quiet, and you won't have to find out.


Ha! Oh I shouldn't laugh.


I have my reasons. And anyway - there are civilians to protect. Without me, this inn would fall to shadow.


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


Come now, don't keep me in suspense. How was your reunion with the Mother of All Magic?


Lower the trap, Nymessa. This creature must die.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


<i>Then I'm horizontalling my way around Baldur's Gate, from halfling poet to goliath berserker, until the gods themselves step in.</i>


Wait - <i>you </i>know Astarion?


Owie! Uncalled for.


Might help if you pay the inspection fee. I could take a look.


<i>Damn.</i>


Frange!


Recovered <br>V2


No use digging with my bare hands...


<i>Why won't he leave? I need to warn the others... and find Remira, if she's still alive.</i>


My liege. I swear to you an undying oath of absolute devotion. I am but your humble paladin.


For fuck's sake, you must be half troll to have a skull that thick.


Then thou must provide the proper payment.


There we have it. Lorroakan the immortal.


Mortalis!


Wings. Were these plucked from some unfortunate celestial?


Shadow Druids? There's more to Kagha than meets the eye.


Such a shame to end a spree before you've tired of the slaughter. But don't be disheartened.


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


You're not dead yet.


Still, I should take the compliment with the same generosity it was given. So - <i>thank you.</i>


Friend. No eat friend.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


So the githyanki aren't fond of the cultists. Could be a good thing.


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


He still has your contract. And while he does, you have approximately zero ways of surviving an encounter with him.


Master Meztli... Dwarf... Red clothes...


I'll do my part according to my talents, and you, I hope, will do yours.


Dodge


Move quickly and I'll let you go, stranger. We've had enough trouble for one day.


You were stupid to come back.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


...I will end us all.


<i>Damn.</i>


The Treefather's words. Your circle taught well.


A new face? Do as the Warden says, when she says, and you'll be fine.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


All right, ALL RIGHT! Calm down, you mad bastard.


V-very sorry - I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!


The Orphic Hammer is one of Master Raphael's most prized possessions. You can't have it. You can't even touch it. And I would suggest you don't think about it.


I have just the thing.


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Haven't we lingered long enough? We should return for the ceremony.


Te curo!<br>v2


Where's our dream guardian?


Well, well. Look what we have here.


Dying Burning<br>v5


First step is the hardest.


It's bloated with poison. Better leave it be.<br>


I said I'm sorry. Can I go now?


<i>All I needed to do was subdue the githyanki and find allies in the outer world. You.</i>


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


<i>Stop this madness. Turn back! </i>


No need to deny it. The bat's out of the bag, so to speak.


Hah! I bleed you. Cut you. Make many delicious holes. Yes. YES.


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


It would have been prudent to ally ourselves with Gortash. While Orin lives, she is the greatest threat to our survival.


I know what you mean. Changing is hard. Every time I think I've figured it out, boom, there I am again, behaving like some version of me that never learned a damn thing.


Horribilissimus!


This is the Absolute's symbol. <i>Someone's</i> been marking their territory.


They rely on strangers' swords, when they should be forging their own.


Whatever Nettie did to me... it's getting worse.


This is how Raphael has been flitting to the city and back. Too much to hope that we might redirect it into an ocean somewhere, I suppose.


Go on - excel.


Oh no. I'm sorry, I had something for you - a paltry token, but it's gone. I'm ashamed that I have nothing but thanks to give you.


Chocolate?!


This wine's poisonous.


An unnatural death. There's no coming back from that.


Now are you going to clear off or not?


Thulla, what have they done to you...


You are a better man than most, to choose what is right even after what Mystra asked of you.


Let's hope we find him in one piece.


Are those... prisoners? I can't imagine the torment Shar's inflicted on them.


Finish it.


Ugh - he's about to belch!


No, it can't be. I'm an orphan.


Macesce!


But believe me when I say I'd rather die.


Aye, and I'm grateful. Baldur's Gate was the last city along the coast that we hadn't quite put our bootprint on.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


The excess of refugees outside the city walls could easily become a surplus of labourers.


CoughIll<br>var 3


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Ale me!


They're... they're all dead! Run!


But sometimes the thieves are rich, smart, or well-connected enough to come back in one piece. Take our esteemed Lord Gortash, for example.


A little something more.


Another day, another fight.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


In this moment, I want for nothing.


Good luck. To both of you.


Thank <i>you</i>.


Urdlen's teat, that's nasty!


<i>They kitties can walk anywhere and they are most cunning.</i>


Time to undo the damage.


That was... intense. Wouldn't want to bump into that thing while it was still alive.


I meant to do that.


Then clean out your ears, and listen again.


Fancy any fish, then? You'll not find fresher inside the city.


We'll take the chest back to the hideout. I owe you a drink. Lots of drinks.


No need to look so glum. You'll be clean and comfortable in no time.


Am <i>not</i>. It was a sahuagin, big as life, all fangs and fins.


Voco nubes!


Feculent beast!


There's nothing left.


Being a tiefling tosses chanks.


Victory v4


We gave him peace - of a sort, at least.


I want to talk about what happened.


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


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Up you get.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Patience, patience! You'll get your time to shine - I promise.


Effort v3


Where's our dream guardian?


I can take you at your worst. With pleasure.


Dodge
v2


Still alive. Still <i>alive</i>. Thank you.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Ubi es?<br>v2


Virtus et scientia!


Lae'zel will not break easily - but Orin will only enjoy her work the more for that, if we give her the time.


<i>But our ambitions eventually splintered. I wished to better the world, and he preferred its rot.</i>


I knew you were a thief. Didn't realise you were a killer.


Bold. Foolish. Futile.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Black Hand be thanked.


What the - get 'em!


<i>For years I served the elder brain - the one you know as the Absolute. I was a thrall like any other. But I was fortunate. I broke free, and started a new life in my old city.</i>


Going to have to rob so many more houses to pay this bloody lawyer.


You forced me to raise arms against my own. That will <i>not</i> happen again.


Find refuge elsewhere. We've enough mouths to feed.


And now you betray me? Another oath shattered, then.


Victory<br>


Hard luck, lady. But like I said, we can change that. Watch!


Mother Gith is sovereign no longer!


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


Apologies, your lordship. Hard makin' you out from a distance.


*Your show of fidelity is answered by silence. Your heart numbs.*


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


Out of sight, out of mind.


Please, mercy. Half of us are badly injured; the other half dead. I admit we ambushed you - an assignment from our god Tyr.


Yes it is. And when you remove it, the whole House will go up in flames.


Anyway, we've both got more pressing concerns - like these tadpoles in each of our heads.


Cosy fire.


The button does nothing. And why's it barely above the floor? Strange.


Bye, I guess?


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Better not die on me.


<i>Hshar'lak! </i>You would stand against me?


We must chase the darkness away, or we are lost.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


And you're rather the opposite of slick. Do you have a point?


I value you as a friend. As an ally. But my future lies only in the red and the black.


Better not get too close - might be toxic.


...Sorry, I need a moment. I'm not - not feeling the best. But I'm sure it'll pass.


What the <i>drugh</i>? You - you know nothing of me, damn it.


I've read it's one of the nastiest poisons in Faerûn. Starts burning in the small intestine, and works its way through the blood from there.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


You'll have to find it, lickety-split, right after you free me.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


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


Hear my voice. Obey my command.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


*Your blood swims hot at the very prospect.*


Punge!


No more circus.


No more words. I gave you my trust - <i>and you failed me</i>.


Video veritatem!


We won't be here much longer. Just waiting for the word to march. Better stock up while you can.


Your life is forfeit, infidel!


Dying Freezing to Death


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


You have the hawk eyes of a vigilant predator. Welcome, cleric of Helm.


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


Mizora one step ahead of you as always. What chaos will we deal with in her wake, I wonder?


What? You're bowing to this gutter-throated idol?


Th-th-thank you.


*You see yourself through her eyes - a pulsing red cluster of organs. <i>FEAST!</i> No... the Voice has forbidden this meat.*


Gods be damned. With that parasite in his brain, father could wreak untold havoc in the Absolute's name.


A devil - the most deadly foe we've yet encountered.


These volumes... they're all about Shadowheart. Years of training and tutelage.<br>


Now I've a few more questions, if you don't mind.


We're missing something. What?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Aye, back the way you came now, afore I change my mind.


Yes - although I wish we had collaborated on the killing itself.


The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get a pint. Assuming there's an inn still standing.


*She pauses for a moment, but keeps her mouth shut. It seems you're free to enter.*


*You've successfully persuaded the guard that you belong in a cell.*


*Every mind flayer in the room calls out hungrily from its pod, seeking release. And sustenance.*


Now we're done killing, that lantern's ours. Time to collect.


You're supposed to guard the door. No more slacking or I'll report you to <i>her</i>.


All that remains is the key that unchains them - and I've found someone who I believe can provide it.


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Kind of you to take the Zhentarim down first, but that doesn't make us friends.


Perhaps there is a way to turn it against Ketheric Thorm.


Ugh. Pathetic.


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


On second thought, I think I would prefer it if you hit me.


Effort v2


Whatever this place is, he kept it secret for a reason. And his secrets always had a sting to them.


I'm glad. Provided we survive, there's plenty of nights yet to come.


No. She's been nothing but kind to me. Why would she...


Falling


No. Jaheira - High Harper - please. I'm still a Harper. I want to help.


Of course, my lady.


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


Hah! Did you just <i>roar </i>at me, you freak? <i>Zavagh! </i>


Oh! My silk, what are the chances  - it's <i>you!</i>


A gallows? Nooses are for amateurs - that's what I was taught in the Grotto. Do you know how badly those things can go wrong?


Another scrying eye, same as the goblins had. Someone's watching.


Very well.


You did well to defeat Ketheric. But Ketheric was only the first to fall.


Not working.


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


Thanks to you, I'll never see him again.


Are you afraid, wizard? There is no shame in it when faced with madness such as this.


Old... Candulhallow's...


That can't be. I'm an orphan.


A drow? Play nice, or these 'shrooms will be on you in a flash.


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


No sense in fighting change. Better to move with the times, I say.


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


So githyanki sleep in beds too. How conventional.


That's got to be Miri.


Help? You don't even know what you'd be up against.


By the hells, is that... a lava elemental? <br>


Time to kill?


We'll need a cover story...


You're in charge, soldier. Hey, I have an idea.


What do we got here? Dead <i>hoon</i> walking, seems like.


Uhm - I think you might be about to bite off more duergar than you can chew.


Fascinating. And efficient.<br>


The magic touch.


Makes it hard to sleep at night.


One small world among the infinite.<br>


How can such a predicament come to be, I wonder...?


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


That was a kindness. I think? It's hard to know, really.


The magic's been dispelled from that book on flumphs. Let's see what's inside.


Looks like some sort of... jar-grown lifeform?


...but I think we both know what we <i>really</i> need. Someone who can help with the stowaways in our skulls.


I'm doing this for you, too, you know. To make sure we're both safe. Forever, for good.


A keepsake. Very well. Perhaps I was misinformed.


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


Gustas dulcis!


We need to protect the portal!


Now let's see that mark, lest I give in to my cravings.


Those tracks say fox, but the stride is odd. Hm. It must have jumped down there.


Let's not get too ahead of ourselves. For now, I'm just a regular wizard holding the blueprint for greatness.


Orin... I will dissect her for laying her blade on me again.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


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


Is that Darkmaw the Wicked? I don't believe it.


A hag's staff sounds like a tasty source of magic.


*Take Raphael's deal, and you could break Orpheus from his prison and bleed him dry. But what would become of your protection from the Absolute?*


*Your honour can be restored before Vlaakith. It <i>would</i> be restored.*


Fine. I'll see what I can do. It won't be much - trust me.


*The body comes loose, revealing a tunnel. Perhaps you can escape where he failed.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This cannot - <i>must </i>not - be our fate.


Ketheric and his minions were clever. Cruel, but clever.


Think you can get the drop on me? <i>Wrong</i>. Merregons - rip out their lungs!


Can't chat - need to reinforce the barricade.


Exquisite.


I was hoping your better nature might come to the fore. Perhaps you never had one.


I'd like to find somewhere peaceful. Somewhere I can feel close to my parents' spirits. Away from the city, perhaps.


I won't! I'll hide where no one will find me.


Foot tracks? Someone left their mark.


What are a few trinkets on the Material Plane when they could let you converse with a beloved mother? Or grant you vengeance where the justice of this world has faltered?


One crisis after another...


I will imprison the devil. <i>And I will cast out the rest.</i>


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


An ally, of sorts. If you let me, I can help you embrace your most murderous <i>becoming</i>.


I'm <i>way</i> too big.


No, I did <i>not</i> find what I'm looking for. Did you?


Even those devoted to loss fill their pockets and bellies when the chance arises.


Voco glacies!


So many more could have survived, if we - if <i>I </i>- had done the right things.


You could feed an army with an egg that size... if you found an intact one.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


And the ones we brought here? What are you going to do with seven thousand spawn?


Before we begin, I owe you all a most humble apology. This wasn't how the show was supposed to go.


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


For Orpheus. <i>Htak'a!</i>


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Aye. Our arses.


Hurt


Do I have to do everything?


Do not mistake me - I want to live. But I've been careless enough with my life in the past. I can hardly stand by and watch you sacrifice yours.


Enjoy the party, sir.


Your confidence is delicious.


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


They learned of the Prism by torturing the poor gith. Better to be like Minsc - better to know nothing worth telling!


*The skull holds fast.*


No time to lose.


Athkatla, City of Coin, capital of Amn. They say the streets are paved with gold.


The Mouth <i>barely</i> prints any criticism these days.


Talk to Dhourn. I... I must rest.


Hold on.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


You know, I think I would. Bit surprising, but I'm starting to see the silver lining of this whole parasite situation.


Selûne's Tears. It is said no false face can stand beneath their light.


Suit yourself. Then you won't want to know what she left you.


Oh? What did he say?


I knew your kind to be fragile. But I didn't foresee the severity.


Whisper it to me - <i>what do you want to know</i>?


Ah. I fear... well, I seem to have misplaced the pass. Perhaps we are over-subscribed. So sorry - but please do take your coin back.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Let's turn the tables.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Good lass. You're tougher than Blackwood.


Even in the best of times, it's an oasis of pleasure and calm in the city's chaos.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


That's what separates us from the devils, soldier. They think our greatest strength is a weakness.


*In memory of Frinz Lockley, baker. None could work miracles with yeast as he did.*


The day I fear one of my own whelps is the day I deserve the void.


Help is at hand.


Your father is dead, Wyll. The Dead Three have claimed their prize.


Now I must rest, and you must carry on. Do not let my efforts be in vain.


Let's get you on your feet.


My path be true.


Open the bloody gate!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Uh oh. Abort.


I see. Well, I suppose he does have a certain charm about him. If you're into that sort of thing.


Hells. I need to hold on.


The ritualistic brutality of them... it's <i>extraordinary</i>. And it could only be the work of a Bhaalist.


We both need all the help we can get. Let's try get off this thing together.


No time to waste!


Yes. They will serve the Absolute's Chosen.


So, erm, Jaheira. Do you like to... that is, what do you like to do?


A letter from Orin. If only I could just burn the foul thing, but I must not.


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


That letter's not leaving this room. Neither are you.


Wait! I know her. She saved me from Auntie Eh- Eh- <i>Ethel</i>.


Let us die in peace.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


*Mizora was captive in the illithid colony. In your haste, you ignored her and left her for the Absolute's cult to destroy. Wyll has failed his patron, and the Hells now demand their prize.*


If that army outside stirs, we'll keep them off your back.


*Lae'zel. Her death weighs upon you still.*


No doubt you came here to choose from my fine selection of weapons?


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


Shout


Should step in before it gets worse.


Sussur bark. A rare commodity.


Quite the opposite. Some monastic orders celebrated their pungency as proof of their devotion. 'To think is to stink' was the motto of one ill-fated brotherhood near Amn.


Well - whatever you're into.


Te video!<br>v3


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Undead crushed underfoot. The Dawnlord certainly knows how to make space for new life.


Not just cut-throats! We're thieves, con artists, vagrants - the list goes on.


Te curo!<br>v2


Don't die, don't die, don't die...


Thank you. Orpheus would have asked for no less.


Gut's lettin' just anyone join these days, huh?


*You have Knocked but only a chill answered. The door is open.*


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


<i>Htak'a!</i>


Quiet...


So, where are you taking me out at next port? I'm thinking... <i>expensive</i>.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Your voice sounds so sweet, dear one. Keep going!


The right tools for the wrong trade.


A sound strategy. Once it's done, me and my Harpers will hold the ground floor while you hunt down the general himself.


I'd prefer you didn't do this. If I'm not enough for you, I could always conjure us some kind of non-sentient companion.


Maledicte es!


Perhaps you can enlighten me.


Thou necrotic stump!


Lower the gates - special permission!


*Disappointment floods your mind. You were sure to succeed Stelmane, but Lord Enver Gortash has stolen your support. All that charming and cajoling in the parlours of the Upper City, wasted.*


Magis amica veritas!


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Disgusting. I'll be damned if that's in store for <i>us.</i>


Right, I've got food, water, my dagger...


Loquere si tibi placet!


No, I'm more than happy to put my feet up. I'm just not used to this.


Chin up! This is a celebration!


I was just a kid, but I knew what she meant. I thought about it a lot while I was in the Hells.


Delightful.


No one's coming - the deal is done.


Mol! We've got trouble!


<i>The honour guard - eliminate them. My forces are weakened by their assault. But with your help, we can turn this around. </i>


<i>They remember everything. The pain. The pleading. Their torturer, wearing their daughter's face. End their nightmare. Give them peace.</i>


Fallin' down <i>already?</i> What are ya, a bloody gnome?


In Her name, true soul.


Bah - this is a distraction. The <i>kith'rak</i> deserves the whole of my scorn.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Pathetic. The fool cannot march without tripping over its own boots.


Let's wait until no one's trying to kill me.


Barrelstalks, full of poison - and under myconid control, no doubt.


Protocol is clear. I <i>will </i>be purified.<br>


Don't bleed out on me.


Lady Shar has blessed us with a leader of her own choosing. We are honoured beyond measure.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


First, they took Minsc. Now, they take Jaheira's face. Does their malice have no limit?


Voco flagella!


A little discourse.


Hard luck, mister. But like I said, we can change that. Watch!


You understand, then. We will never be free while our people are still bound by Vlaakith's chains.


Prolly gettin' curled out their cranks.


All of this, sitting beneath Moonrise. For how long? And how deep does it go?


Well, I think this city is finished with me. I am certainly finished with it.


My thanks.


Safety's within reach - got to keep going.<br>


Another trial. I should do this one as well.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


A wedding to their betrothed, a new baby, a windfall... the taste of an exquisite pudding...


A tidy slot, but no rune.


Ship's going to buckle. I need to get to the helm.


I feel the urge to perform in the middle of the night - right by your bedroll.


To think, we found you, raised you... and this is how you repay us?


A bit of patience is all I ask.


Help? You... you could have killed me!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I'll give it a shot.<br>


But I didn't wanna.


Pointless. It must be unlocked elsewhere.


Ferio!


I've come up with a ballad about you  - it's called the  'Festering Worm'


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


I have already <i>been</i> sacrificed, centuries ago, upon Bhaal's own graven altar. I am now but a shadow of my former self.


Ververo!


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


A ghustil will affix the zaith'isk, the purifier, to our heads.


Similar to that other Orpheus disc we found.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


As I'm relatively new to this business, unlike my brother, I'm not comfortable letting my clients go too far.


What do you get out of this, hmm?


*Yet no pain, no recrimination. Only silence. And somehow, this strikes you as worse.*


*Or, perhaps it's Mystra who fears she will be erased. The Heart of the Absolute not only threatens mortal life. It threatens her too.*


Effort v5


Kagha - what are you doing?!


*She startles, and you miss the ring. She flies away before you can make a second attempt.*


<i>No. </i>Devils can <i>not</i> be trusted!


I gave you <i>everything</i>, Balduran - and you repaid me in slaughter. It is time I return the favour.


This should help.


Hells afire - what happened?


Did you go for a swim earlier?


I was hoping you'd come to chat. What do you need?


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


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


Hold up, <i>jargh. </i>Y-you ain't just walking away.


All I need now is a fire-retardant lover to get lost in 'til sunrise.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


I don't care about them, I care about you.


The truth isn't quite so simple, but they're right about one thing. I hunt monsters, and I always catch my prey.<br>


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


There - in the cage!


Lies! I served the Absolute - I did everything I was told!


You said it was under control.


Cudo!


This is a rather high-risk romance we've embarked upon, isn't it? Brings new meaning to the term 'strange bedfellows'.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Lae'zel. Vlaakith spoke your name. She knows exactly who you are. And you stood up to her.


Seems you've been paying more attention to my techniques than I realised. I am flattered.


Signs of struggle. They did not meet a pleasant end.<br>


And Jaheira? Well, I don't think anyone's spent their hours better than her.


I can't stand here and do nothing.


Should step in before it gets worse.


GaspFrightened<br>var 2


Here's to the Absolute!


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


You made me betray Orpheus, son of Gith, prince of the githyanki.


Woo! Thank you. This is going to be <i>fun.</i>


I've got a long road ahead.<br>


So githyanki sleep in beds too. How conventional.


Over here!


No loss. Last time I was here they had dice, blood-bouts, the works. Now it's just a lot of sulking pickpockets.


Let's play.


Of course! I find them to be almost the same quality as my own.


Meanwhile, Wyll hath taken a spouse. A prettier pair hath Baldur's Gate ne'er known. Nor more loyal to its people.


Thank you. I'll keep an eye on the roof. Rude bastards, those eagles. Deserve a little comeuppance.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Ouch.


I'll be in quite a spot of mortal peril if you let me keep distracting myself <i>dreaming </i>instead of doing.


Everyone in this camp depends on it. Thank you.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Detono!


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


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


Bhaal is about to name a new Chosen. All is between you and my granddaughter Orin now, and Orin has much to learn.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


I've heard that name before. A young man, yes? Lives in Ramazith's Tower in the Upper City?


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


An incredible sight. And people say size doesn't matter.


Of course I am. You're not going to be undone by a <i>flower</i>, are you?


Devils, dragons, mind flayers - they used to be abstracts. Pictures on a piece of paper.


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


This is something I have to do for myself. What we shared was special to me... but I think our paths diverge from here on.


We finish this bottle. Got enough dead to toast, anyway.


But no matter - he is gone and the past is done. I wish to discuss the future.


Army's marching on the city! What else is there to know?!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Something moved, elsewhere. Worth a look.


Text is too faded. Doesn't tell me who was worshipped here.


*The rothé grunt softly at each other. Small lights flash about their heads in quick, erratic patterns.*


Too many tieflings - don't cause trouble. Anyway, it was just a figure of speech.


Sorry, I'll start at the beginning.


*'By claw and tooth, from root to thorn,
The Old Oak's grove, to wildlings sworn.'*


Bad. <i>Away.</i>


Those mushrooms have a curious symmetry.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Hmm. Selûnite coming-of-age rituals. Seems like a serious undertaking - dangerous, even.


Have you seen Auntie? I need to find her, before <i>they</i> come back.


You see it as I do.


Ketheric Thorm, leading Shar's forces. Quite the about-face for a warrior of Selûne.


Heya!


You think we're scared of your threats? They're nothing compared to the Inquisitor's wrath.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


You've got time, right?


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


Mundus vult decipi!


Perhaps the missing missives are there?


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Some vittals then? Or a small glass of wine?


Clag-bottomed coward!


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


A knife in the dark.


Hah, a sharper sense than that. That of painful experience.


I spy with my little eye... nothing of note, really.<br>


Perhaps you could persuade her. For more time to prepare, if nothing else.


<i>Look to the library. It houses more than just knowledge.</i>


Bah! If they print what filth they spoke, Boo will use Baldur's Mouth for a chamber pot!


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


This'll help.


Could be useful.


I won't keep you waiting.


It... it trembles in shame. It knows that in harmony, we perish. In shadow, we are <i>pure</i>.


I'm - not sure. She's been through quite the ordeal. Perhaps she's in camp...


I want to help, but I can't. Not until I know he'll take the wyvern poison if he starts to change.


Shadow Druids? A bad sign indeed. Watch out for this 'Kagha.'


I heard you helped Meli with that locket. I owe you for that.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Slashed by... <i>your kind. </i>Poison.


But the longer we wait, the more it consumes.


The very fact of your being attests to its power - despite your infection, you resisted the brain, here in the heart of its domain.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


The Absolute thanks you for this generous donation, True Soul. You can go now.


A noble chant, is it not? Hail Wyll, Blade of Frontiers!


<i>Hta'lak k'rith ma'har! </i>


Effort v10


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


*A slender drow blade impales the stone before you, keeping a silent vigil.*


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Help's on the way.


Believe me or don't - I care not. But Gond kept me alive for a reason.


Well, you should at least know what you've paid for. I am <i>the </i>Oskar Fevras, at your service.


Nature can be both kind - and cruel. Remember that.


-----together-      -conquer--
    ---rule----
-COMMAND---


No more roof. Time to get down from here.


You whimper so softly - so sweetly!


If I have to go search for it myself, I'm going to take it out on the legs of your leather chaise.


Hold on, I'm coming.


*Moonrise is your destiny. That is where the truth will finally out.*


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


More pigeon remains... looks like it was dragged toward the temple.


I'll be damned - the portal worked. Here's hoping he makes it back in one piece.


<i>Deaddeaddead.</i>


*Her attention is consumed by an engraved box that she turns over in her hands.*


I thought you'd have learned by now what pursuing such power can cost. If you haven't... well, I'm not sure who's left to teach it to you.


<i>Leave</i>, citizen.


Some crude scratches in the metal doesn't make it yours.


...<i>Agh!</i> You've got one of those things in your head too. Can't run away from that.


Hmph, sounds familiar.


RAAAH!


*A pointed glare informs you that you shouldn't go anywhere near the waveservant's body.*


Attack Critical<br>


He did? I wonder what he found...


*You suspect handing you over will be quite the coup for this child. The adults are on their way.*


It shall be done.


A slate written in ancient <i>tir'su </i>- more princely stories, I'd guess. Lae'zel will know for certain.


We best find him. He'll know how to cure us of this damned infection.


Out of the way!


<i>She was no fun. All I wanted was to play.</i>


Pigeon feathers. No sign of the bird.


<i>I should've killed him when he was babe in my lap. He was a nasty little freak, even then. The bastard. The bastard!</i>


Breath_Fast<br>Var 2


Beautiful. And terrifying.


Not a good sign that they're bursting to life everywhere.


Look. Asharak already picked who he wanted on the walls, right? And it wasn't us.


No good. Must need a different power source.


For now, let's consider that particular matter settled. Was that the only thing on your mind?


A magic keyword. We need to put this to use in the Archive.


You disturb me still. Enough - away from here.


Thaniel rests well. He's healing very rapidly, now that Oliver has returned to him.


Drunk <br>V4


Swallowed a load of water, woke up with the Flood Tide standing over me. Done.


Your kind don't often end up as Fists, but I'd consider enlisting. We need a few more folk like you.


This house belongs to the druid Jaheira. Well - her daughter, really. I'm watching over it for her while the family's away.


Indeed they are, and soon they will be gone.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Damn it, Astarion's probably been whisked back to Cazador by now.


Effort v3


A positive headline. About a group of adventurers, no less.


So - the dismembered head of a clown. Not what I'd guessed.


Keep your distance. We don't want more trouble than we can handle.


We were to bleed... <i>bleedchokemaimkill</i>... for... <i>you her Him... </i>


Dolor!


You dare show your face?


Zomm... Faceless... Eater of men...


Hang on, we need to find a way out of this chamber as well!


Is that a parchment in his pocket?


YES. MEAT. MEAT!


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


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


You wouldn't be the first, I'd wager. It's been some time since these walkways felt the carpenter's hammer.


But he brought me back. I will not fail him again.


*You gave her <i>everything</i> - yet she's turned your own people against you, just as the dream figure warned.*


I gave up my soul for the <i>city</i>, not for some diabolical fling.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Now? Why not.


We'd best prepare for the worst. If more goblins come now, we won't stand a chance. Out of the cookpan...


And I'll eat your heart, fire girl.


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


Yours are not the hands in which I would have placed such terrible power. Think carefully on your next action, please.


Of course Ethel is involved in this mess. Question is, where has she got to now?


Ah - what a relief to have you back with us. Who doesn't enjoy a bit of pomp with their circumstance?


Still blocked - but should be easy enough to clear.


*From decadent drow to whip-cracking librarians, we cater to all tastes. See Mamzell Amira for a full list of company.*


Fiat voluntas dei!


Closed Mouth Effort v4


<i>No more hiding. Let me show you - let all see how you have served me, Shadowheart. And how you have been rewarded.</i>


But I have to get away. There's an army coming, trying to kill us all!


Effort v2


Vivat crescat floreat!


Ah, of course. Good thing we cleared out of there, by the by. These goblins are planning a raid on the place as we speak.


By Mordai's eyes, another one.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Let's talk later. Our troubles aren't over yet - the goblins are still out there.


It is time to depart. Are you ready, madam?


I could use the target practice.


Look - either get in, or get back in line.


You! Boo and I have watched your deeds with growing disgust. This is <i>not</i> how heroes of the city go about their business. You must watch Boo more closely, and try to learn.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Hostium munera!<br>v3


He <i>could</i> not break. His daughter needed him whole, after all.


Aw, c'mon now. They're just 'avin a bit o' fun.


I need healing.


And what are we meant to do about food?


Better to die than live in a cambion's debt. Believe me.


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' Amen.


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


Fascinating as our surroundings are, we must press on. If our runaway general is down here, the Heart of the Absolute will be too.


I confess that the last time I came here, I thought it would be my tomb. You can see why.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Know any good gnome jokes?


I never gave up. I did my best. I did my best.


That's one solution. Someone else, I'd consider it. But you're not someone else, so we'll have to find another.


Now, is there something you want? I'm a busy man.


Strange marks. Left by some charming new monstrosity, I'm sure.


<i>This stuff ain't bad... but somebody who </i>really<i> knows the Absolute should be writin' Her story.</i>


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Effort v11


Heh. She'd yell at me for that clunky verse. And make me play 'til my fingers were raw.


By the gods themselves, what kind of nightmare is this?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Absolute's blessings.


I... I don't know how this is going to end for you. For any of us, really. But I know I'd be dead without you, several times over.


Control him? Bah - the traitor must be ripped apart, brain to belly!


Wait - there's something else. We found a letter in his pocket. He doesn't seem to have any reaction to it now, but it might help. I'd let you look at it, except I must've misplaced it.


Cursed is the day that even we become ghaik incubators.


Hm. Perhaps something's missing?


You louse, you mite!


Let's try to avoid any more punching - we need to find a healer.


Looks like you need a little help.


Was't your father a flounder?


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


A shame they've wilted, these must have cost a fortune.


The longer we stay here, the closer we come to reaching the same fate.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I had my reasons to hope I was right. But I can't deny the truth.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


I'm afraid this burden is one I have to carry alone.


You have the makings of a leader. I believe you could inspire others to join our cause.


Just this once.


Looks like some high value items. Wonder if they can get gotten...


Oh, oh! Hungry little hobgoblin. Want a treato?


You always were sharp, little one. Sharp enough to cut yourself.


Blasted <i>sunlight</i>. Why did the mushrooms lead us here?


There are better times for that.


All right... say you didn't leave and we didn't come to blows... what then?


I'll take that.


Let's turn the tables.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Exquisite! You know the price, right?


Hm. This fairy ring isn't glowing like the rest.


Excuse me! A little help, if you don't mind!


Jaheira wants to know about supplies. Will we make it home?


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v6


My weapons have weathered worse.


You have no right - hnngnn.


You've come to the right place.


You spherical git.


Victory v3


We walk on unholy ground.


You're all right.


The lash of Bhaal.


Just stick your head in and <i>look</i>, Boo.


Ouch.


No keyhole. This door must open by other means.


The blood lake once more. And the <i>ghaik</i>'s grand design for our future, laid bare.


I have to do it. My whole life has been leading to this.


Some kind of intense coming-of-age ritual. And here I thought moon people were, I don't know, relaxed.


You ought to be kinder, you know. To the prisoners, I mean.


That so? Maybe you're less useless than you look. Absolute's work needs doing right here.


My gods. Of course. Zariel's prize soldier. You must know what it's like trying to evade a devil better than anyone.


Perhaps a tadpole has already addled your brain? Is that it?


Weak


You were handsome. Shy. You'd never been kissed.


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


I venture forth.


A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it.


Lots of blood... Some pink stains, too.


If you've got connections at Baldur's Mouth - put in a word, will you? This city deserves to hear what I got to say.


Pardon - you're bothering my darling.


I assume the genuine article is more intimidating.


Best me. Prove your excellence.


Should you be interested, I have a particular offer I'd like to make.


Fighting chance? That's more than Kanon got.


All the more reason to find us when you get to the city, eh?


No, there's no working with the likes of them. Look at the hate in their eyes.


Mors animae!<br>v3


What in the <i>hells</i> was that?


I'll watch our backs. Call if you need me.


I was thinking - how about one last dance. For old times' sake?


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Looks like you need a hand.


Death becomes you.


You - tiefling. You've got the stench of the Hells about you - the stench of home. And a whiff of the surface besides.


*Fearless Gordis, who would chase any prey and helped bring in our greatest trophies.*


Fine, put your faith in a marauding freak. Just do it away from me.


Ubi es?


<i>Chk. </i>A thin shell requires little to crack it. I will apply more pressure should the situation demand.


<i>(Closer... Closer...)</i> *Shriek.*


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


Kill a hell-beast, unveil the truth. Raphael may be a scoundrel, but it's too good a deal to refuse.


Can't risk getting locked up ourselves.


Hang on. That's adamantine speckled in there.


Thank you for making mistress go away. She was horrid.


The origin point of the drider's caravan, it seems.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


*You realise he's casting Detect Thoughts.*


This is serious business, devil.


I've met venomous snakes I'd be faster to trust. Are you sure about this?


Like... this?


... you... you did this! You want to kill her!


Do not forget who made you. Do not forget who carved those scars into your back.


Aye, do you now? Don't trust the whole thing, meself.


Not a chance I'll fit in there.


These volumes... they're all about Shadowheart. Years of training and tutelage.<br>


A decisive end to the one whose powers protected you. I hope whatever you gain from his sacrifice is worth it.


Give me an aboleth over a midge any day.


This must be where initiates undertook their final preparations. The end is near.


Tempora mutantur!


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


Thou quivering plague rat!


Die. Die. Die?


That feels good.


Hm - perhaps your talent lies in dancing, instead?


So, I've been travelling with a vampire? One that feeds on his friends, no less.


Just like that.


Now let me get back to it.


What sweet relief to shelter from the sky for a while.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Where are you going? I thought you wanted to play?


P-please don't! I won't rat you out, I swear! J-just leave me be.


Isobel! We need healing!


Bring me a femur bone - a good one, not the one with the marrow pox.


Until then, good luck to you, little rabbit. You're a finer hunter than any wolf.


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


No. Pull away. Pull away!


I may have made a mistake trusting you.


Honestly, just once could we end up somewhere normal?


Foul things, to show themselves by light of day.


Go on. You know what we require.


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


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


No, Lunkbug. Our work is bigger than any one of us - even Wulbren.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Sniff<br>var 2


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Better not be cursed.


CoughIll
var 4


Blow this place to the Nine Hells, my friend - end this nightmare.


Te curo!


Goblins had me in a cage. Poked me with pointy sticks..


Dying Panic Fall


Ubi es?<br>v3


Grand Duke Ravengard? Seems Moonrise Towers has acquired a high-value asset.


I can't even see a lock to pick.


I'll miss Astarion... though perhaps my neck won't.


The ogres moved on. The horn is useless.


The hag did not deceive you on this front.


Less prattle, more battle!


As loathsome as it is, the Emperor slipped one fact into its slurry of lies.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Today? The same as you - a humble supplicant, come to bargain with the lady of this house.


Debt... for deaths... hahaha...


*A candy-sweet scent wafts forth: the sussur bark infuses the weapon from within the flames.*


Zevlor.


Oh! Well, maybe 'monster' isn't so far off.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Dissera!


Do you have a question or are you just going to stand there gawking?


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


Locked in. That's rarely good news.


It is inevitable. When you destroy the brain - and you will, because you must - the Crown will be yours for the taking.


Mind flayer machinery. Better watch what I touch.


Ansur is fallen. The storm has been calmed in perpetuity.


So you say.


You all right?


Perhaps your heart has spent too long bleeding. Bhaal will not allow for a moment of weakness.


So, we've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Macesce!


Your latest crop of yanki have been disrespecting their sa'varsh.


An offering from Moonrise Towers.


Don't you find my nonsense pretty? Then an ugly warning, loud and clear, like a sailor's shout as the rocks pierce through the fog.


Very well. Since you insist, the fate of Baldur's Gate and the world entire must hang upon your conviction.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Must be tired from all that running around.


Mors tua, vita mea!


But I'm more than that. More than a thing to be used.


Et alibi!


Effort v10


No, no. Gith's son died to Voss' blade. Orpheus is no more.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


I'll find my way out. No point hanging around this den of misery.


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


The chest Zarys sought. I wonder what its safe return is worth to her...


It's one of the things I love about you - your ability to see things through.


I'll not gamble our lives, our <i>futures, </i>on people who are as good as dead. We must leave for Baldur's Gate - at once.


So this wild boar stabbed her around fifty-seven times, I suppose?


Rambling garbage. Typical.


<i>Drugnin' jargh. </i>Have it your way.


But we need not speak of departures just yet. We have time - the road is clear.


It was merely a choice. As I have made countless others since.


Failure creates debt. And debt requires payment. But he'll live.


He was a lot of things, but he's gone now. Let's not stand here dwelling on it all night.


Always a pleasure.


You shouldn't be here. None of us should.


<i>Now leave. I will feed alone.</i>


Another spill. And to think I used to like the smell of ale.


Machine made them hostile.


Don't fret, I'm on my way.


<i>A fitting death for a traitor.</i>


Falling


What just happened?


*Fungal roots weave through your mind, poking you, warning you...*


<i>Enchanted.</i>


I really am exhausted - mentally and physically. Was there anything else you needed of me?


I most humbly beg your pardon?


*The toe itself tastes of curd cave-aged, with thick helpings of rancid gristle.*


Dissolve!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


A head of a clown. Just what sort of circus is this?


Tenebra!


You will stand, and you will fight.


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


I don't discriminate against any type.


All the better, then!


The Grand Harper - baptised in blood. What a sight to behold.


But you didn't fear only Bhaal. You <i>feared yourself. </i>That I shall never forgive.


Laughter


Such beauty. Such power.


How tedious.


Speaking of blessings... you'll be needing my protection spell.


Do I name you false?


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


*You are powerless against such primal rage. She expels you from her mind, intending to devour you.*


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


Grashmog... araga ghistpok araga...


Lady Orin preserves you for our Lord Bhaal's service. Serve him well.


That one was strong.


The duergar are back! Run, little mushrooms!


New memberships are on hold for as long as those wretched Absolutists are banging on the city gates.


I'm glad you agree. Well! I'll just - erm - stand over there. In case Wulbren needs anything.


But I'm not convinced the githyanki prince wouldn't smash us to pieces given the chance.


Shallow breaths, <i>vin'iisk</i>. The smoke will kill you before the fire does.


A brain in a jar...


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


Hm. Wonder if that's of any use.


We got out alive. That's what matters. And you did too, by the looks of things.


The toymaker's letter spoke of interfered-with bears. Better be careful.


Effort v11


How I'm free of Cazador. How I have a whole new life stretching out in front of me, and you're-...


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Suppose I'll have to add 'babysitting drunks' to my employment experience. 'Go work for a bank' they said, 'It'll be prestigious' they said...


Lead on, my love. This place is a horror, but we can do this.


Do we have a target?<br>


Let. Go...


Attack<br>var 3


Excellent armour - strange place to find it.


A pity. Should I find another murderer in need of torment, I will find you. Until then, farewell.


<i>Really?</i> I swear...


I'll get you right in no time.<br>


Gaerdal help me, let's <i>go.</i>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


You goin' on the next raid? Bring me back sumfin' pretty


Need a little boost?


And to thank blessed Talona for the honour.


Let us confer.


The sketching's rough. A work in progress, I reckon.


Attack Critical<br>


Very true. This is nothing to concern yourself with.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


My first tour of a githyanki crèche. Memorable, to be certain, but the service left something to be desired.


*When you last saw him, you were in your prime. No orb. No tadpole. A mage of growing renown, all power, pride and potential - beloved by the goddess of magic herself.*


SCATTER - you all know the drill!


Absolutely. A mere thought experiment.


It is honour. Justice. The true form of goodness we all must live by, decreed by Bahamut himself.


*She will become a footnote, once you take her place. Your glory will be unparalleled.*


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


Random


Note this trunk of lies.


I can't let you do that.


I couldn't make out much the first time I tried, but I recognised that jagged Hells-script. Hence, approaching Raphael.


Best act fast.


*The Devil was defeated in his own home. Now Hope can prevail once more.*


The wizard? Of all people?


We're much more interested in the beds and the pantry - but I'll make sure Cinta knows the basement's off-limits.


Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.


A fallen warrior. Rest in peace, kin.


*Nothing remains now. Cazador and his machinations are naught but dust.*


Expensive bottle. The contents might be bearable, unlike most of the swill served in this city.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


*She blinks at your explanation, which involved hand gestures and five-syllable words.*


By your efforts, Silvanus' grace can be restored to the grove. May he always share your stride.


Oof - I bet he broke that tiefling's nose. Friendly place.


NO! TAKE NO MORE!


To the rescue. <i>Again.</i>


<i>Finding </i>is my job, my friend. If there's anything in the world worth knowing, I assure you, I do.


Is it true, what Saz says? You helped her escape that grove?


Squeak. Squeak!


By the time Jaheira came, I'd pieced together just enough to know I'd been dead a hundred years. That my father was the source of the horrors plaguing this land - my home.


I know that name - it was in a courier's note. Something about 'settling matters' with Nine-Fingers.


I knew there was something untrustworthy about you.


Sparks.


I was the first Dark Justiciar in a generation, but soon we'll be legion. And today, we fight at your side.


What path lies before me?


I can't work without a blueprint.


Come. We will talk in private. Just the two of us.


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Can you use it?


Ikaron! We're in for a hell of a fight - focus on the matters at hand, not the ones you can't fix!


This wasn't just a feast - it was a Nightfall ritual. Eating and drinking your fill before sacrificing an innocent to Shar... I've missed these.


Teach us care when we would be reckless. Teach us certainty when we would have doubt.


That's not mine to open.


<i>See that? Part of the Netherbrain. We'll have to climb it once we're close enough.</i>


We'll prove him wrong.


Without delay.


This has only happened because our true leader was taken from us.


In return, these devils lured in a horde of goblins, and their spawn stole the one relic that might keep us safe.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


If this ship hits the ground, we're dead!


Soon to lose... job... to... Steel Watch...


One brine pool, countless parasites. Disgusting things.


Catch!


I just meant - if you're feeling ill, there's an old woman in the cave. Sells potions.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


<i>Stlarning</i> shit. What happened to my soldiers? Can't pull this off with this few...


Careful, soldier. I'm burning really hot.


Into the bin where it belongs.


Support, close at hand.


*You heard its like described before - a memory shard, used to store brief mental impressions from the user's mind.*


Right tool will do the trick.


Go on up, pay Gortash a visit. A fete to remember, I guarantee.


I'm glad you came to your senses - now <i>leave</i>. Before the others come for us.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Easy. You're in control. Bloodlust won't win tonight.


Cutting to the chase.


Might made manifest.


Those machines will form a circle 'round the upper city as soon as the fighting starts, mark my words. We'll be on our own.


Mortalis!


By the hells, a lava elemental. No wonder the lake's so volatile.


*As you are thrown from the infected brain, you get one last glimpse of the girl. Just another stain in this filthy city.*


We can speak to Karlach of Avernus later. Let her live in this world a little, while she is able.


Nope. Not talking.


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


My research will be quite worthless without proof. And my proof is running through your veins. I only need a tiny bit. Then - then my life will <i>truly </i>begin.


As for our children... we shall see what can be done.


Well of course he did. 'I'm hunting a poor innocent for money' isn't exactly going to win sympathy, is it?


You return, <i>stira.</i> I pray the hearts of you and your companion are ready - for love is a fragile blossom, and we will test its resilience.


Ha. Haha. <b>Hahahahahaha!</b>


Those undead did not surrender their secrets lightly. Something drove them to resist.


THERE IS ALSO THE SLIM POSSIBILITY THAT WE WIN


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


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Thank the gods. I was ready to kill you. Crisis averted.


*A gift of gold into the right palm. Just like that, your troubles are over.*


Let us bathe in our pride, then - but for just a moment. Pride turns to vanity if left too long fester.


<i>Can you smell it? The brine... it's infused with magic. The brain is here.</i>


What about our old friend, the illithid? Might it not have a less destructive alternative?


What comes next will be entirely their fault.


Let us be mindful in the future, at least. There are few fair bargains.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Vivat crescat floreat!


ARGH! NO! SHUT IT! <i>Shut your rotten mouth!</i>


You know better than to believe our victory is some destined thing. I need to be sure that Minsc knows it, too.


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


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


Given our shared affliction, I suppose you had a similar dream...?


Yes, but just Halsin will suffice. Unbecoming to demand honorifics from the one who saved my hide.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


When I laid eyes on you, I sensed a similar bond. You, tethered to two others, someplace distant.


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Yes, boss. Just, uh... waiting for the right moment.


Don't worry, I'm not here just to sing your praises. I believe I can help - with your tadpole.


That's it - we've penetrated its defences. Now let's confront its true self.


I've come up with a ballad about you  - it's called the  'Festering Worm'


You too, my friend. Thank you - from Thaniel and I.


Of which there have been many, I assure you. I am glad you've broken free.


Why, <i>goblins</i>, obviously. Someone ought to chronicle these curious events.


Any help from Jaheira?


Oh, it pains to hear you speak such words against one who adored tending to you so.


*Well, what's done is done. This is hardly the time for regrets.*


I think... I think this is it.


<i>Dance upon the stars tonight... Smile and pain will fade away...</i>


I better get a 'thank you'.


I've got something special for you.


Watch my back while I take a look.<br>


<i>Moon... moon reminds me of your grace...</i>


The elf is sailing away, leaving a dragon looking over Baldur's Gate. Do the histories make mention of it?


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


Ngh. My head...


*For now, you take a breath, sure of one thing over all others: You are a man of your own making.*


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


*It seems the goblin is no longer content to let you have your fun. This might get messy.*


Don't touch the booze. Some bastard poisoned it.


She can leave out the part where my brother and sister were dragged away screaming while I was saving the orphans.


I've no doubt he's as seductive as he is succinct.


And what do we find when we arrive?


Got it!


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Should've seen that, but my temper was up.


Suppose I should get you back up.


*The Absolute is not a god, but an elder brain controlled by the Chosen of the Dead Three. They mean to use it to take control of the Sword Coast.*


Victory v2


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Attack<br>var 3


Look, Boo! Such cavernous ruins - this would have made you a fine lair.


You're eager - good. But there is a right order to things - before you can enter, you must agree to the House of Grief's terms - and price.


This soul remembers its invective, but remembers not its tongue.


Arde!


I want to hear it all, Astarion. Every part of you - even the things you think I might not like. I can handle wicked. I can handle <i>you.</i>


Victory v3


Drunk


Maybe I should stay crouched forever.


Wizard... General Thorm's favoured...


*In the darkness you can feel hands moving over your body. Touching. Squeezing. Caressing.*


<i>Really?</i> Sometimes your lack of impetus is quite astonishing.


I've never seen this language before. Who was worshipped here?


STAND... DOWN? BUT... <i>GOLD</i>.


It's already finished.


'Course you are. I can't believe they expect me to die protecting lowlifes like you.


That must have hurt.


Tell me, what did you make of its contents?


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Stop breathin' down my back.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


As you wish. But Boo and I hope you will change your mind - before the worm changes it for you, eh?


'Chaos will be sewn from their passage.'


<i>Eloquently put. His mind stood up well to his time here. The same cannot be said for your mother - such brief, fragile lives humans lead.</i>


Just this once.


Blasted thing... how do you open it? Does it even open?<br>


Try not to die.


We need to prepare for battle. I will head out and seek out more allies to help our cause.


A map of the Sword Coast? What are the gith planning?


*You watch with cold realisation - this isn't the end of one life, but the start of another...*


If this is how it must be... Goodbye, Master.


You've come to the right place.


I don't want to know what <i>that </i>is.


VO_SFX : Spit


*You suddenly feel a strange anxiety take hold - not your own, but that of the artefact you carry. Somehow, <i>it's afraid</i>...*


Ever since we shared each others' flesh, I've caught you looking at me with lidded eyes.


So ends Halsin. Can't blame the man for seeking vengeance.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


Te absolvo!


Why not? We are his adherents - who would know if not us?


<i>I'm here - help me! I'm under attack!</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Ugh. I don't know what I expected - meadows and babbling brooks?


To be left behind while our brothers and sisters hunt - it is an insult.


I thought as much. Those eyes tell a story. Punishment is your pleasure.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


Burrock... she will intercede for us, won't she? <i>She will save us?</i>


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


Blink and you'll miss me.


Suit yourself - be sure to have a gander at tomorrow's edition - you <i>star</i>.


Little busy.


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


When you made your oath, you could not have predicted this dark path we now follow, or the things that would be asked of you.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


I'm sure you know the stories. Doomed to shed our skin and become illithid. And they say there's no coming back.


The cult survived, festering beneath the city, with me as the Gate's everlasting poison.


You're welcome if you have the coin.


She'll tear me in two for touching her egg.


Pfft. NEXT.


Karlach, the creature from Hell, will still threaten them. As will a thousand other perils.


Had I been travelling with you, we might have avoided the knight's fury.


<i>Ecce dominus!</i>


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


Pinch of this, smidgen of that. Least you still got your tongue. Last customer wasn't so lucky.


Oi! Oi! OI!


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Thank you for last night.


((*they're coming. <i>you're coming</i>*))


*Gale. His death weighs upon you still.*


I hope we're not finished with our current labours before Minthara drops her egg. War is the perfect nursery for a child.


The right path often lies between the extremes.


Mors certa!


All right. He's in Isobel's room upstairs. Play along with his ruse for now while I gather a few trusted Harpers - but don't let him get his hands on Isobel!


So much for Ketheric's immortality. Let's move - I want to see this angel of doom in action.


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


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


I'll request that Lord Gortash send some of them to aid in the fight against Moonrise. The curse won't harm them.


No, no, no...


I tried once before... but it seems Bhaal has too tight a grasp on you.


*Croak.*


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


*The time has come. You may be an illithid, but you thwarted the Grand Design. Perhaps your Queen may yet ascend you for your deeds alone?*


Oh look, it's the barn enthusiast.


Oak Father, what did I do to deserve such allies?


((*Sovereign. they have come. the Rot has come*))


My goddess smiles on such bloodshed.


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


I will <i>not</i> know failure!


Keep them guessing.


Time to die.


Dribbles' foot - and it smells even worse than it looks.


But now that the air's clear, we should probably get moving. There's a long day ahead of us.


Six months? Are nine Hells so few that you would make our lives a tenth?


This is Lolth's descent into the Underdark. Looks like her drider champions tearing open some mind flayers.


Just settling a debt between friends. Nothing to concern yourself with.


Mystra, aye, m'boy. But what she wants is a matter better discussed in more comfortable environs. Knowing you, I'll wager your camp is a veritable home away from home.


*Beneath the resilient veneer, a touch of fragility. She needs comfort - and in this dream world, you can touch without fear of harming her.*


No. He is not the answer. He is not my prey.


<i>You have my deepest apologies. The larva did not care for my intentions.</i>


Still breathing, despite everything.<br>


No need to panic, though.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


Welcome. If you've need of a bunk or a bath, you'll find them upstairs.


Shite! Keep running - we <i>need</i> to get out.


Kiai<br>Var 3


Victory v4


Quit knocking around in there!


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


*The drum sits in silence.*


I'm sorry... I need to obey my parents' wishes, this once. If you are sure this is what you want...?


Lolth cannot hear you. She has forsaken you.


Let's see, where's Faerûn.


No you <i>don't</i>.


Tenebra!


If you're here to help with the raid, talk to her ladyship. She's in charge.


And who're you? 'Nother pest? You're just a teensy gnome... and ya think ya rule the world. Hah!


Especially at <i>her</i> age. Isn't she a bit old to be cutting about a wine festival?


And no tadpoles, dragons, marauding goblins, or anything like that. Something about <i>you</i>.


Slain by her own offspring? A perversion of nature.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Come on, if I can't sell broadsheets, I'll be <i>oh-so hungry</i>...


We are alike, you and I.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


A poor imitation. It's barely holding together.


My dearest boy, my blood and my pride. You've come to me - just as Gortash said you would. A True Soul no less.


What business do they have shutting us out of the safest part of the city? There's room for everyone in there!


Oh. I... took you for a friend of hers. The druid, Jaheira?


Still alive, so that's progress.<br>


Please - I can't go much further. Light up the darkness...


Something's buried in the dirt. Is that a <i>femur?</i>


<i>In my name.</i>


Cowards at every turn in this community. In githyanki society, they would be retrained - or culled.


I'm all right. You?


If Gortash is to be believed, then even our camp isn't safe from Orin's influence. We might want to confirm the veracity of his claim. Or at least, clean up the mess.


Reckon the wizard'll be all right soon enough, now that creature's dead.


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


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


*Inhale* PSSSSST!


That's all right. I'm a patient fellow. I'm sure you'll clear a path for everyone soon enough.


To the rescue.


*Behind Ravengard's eyes, something stirs. A spark of life, of <i>self</i>.*


Out of sight, out of mind.<br>


... let's say I'd rather not fight, then. What's your business down here?


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


It's no use. Can't reach him like this.


The Watch has spoken. You may pass.


The overseers - they have a contraption. When triggered, it will kill everyone who wears a collar.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Ah. May you rest in peace.


The helm awaits. Forward, Lae'zel.


I had no hand in your father's death, Wyll. But that doesn't mean he might not still live.


The truth of the crown, I hope. All that stands between us and enlightenment is the turn of a page...


Call it a ninth sense.


Doesn't do much - maybe there's another close by?


Another key. A tiny little twin to the one from the flophouse.


Locked. Best find another way in.


The dark's strong here - this torch is useless.


Can you truly be the Dark Lady's chosen? It makes no sense...


I've seen this language before - inscribed on the Szarrs' signet ring, I think.


Trap! Be cautious.


<i>I'm glad you think so. I agree. But there is one thing you have that I do not.</i>


Of course I'm sure. And once we're free, we'll make those monsters pay.


My Meerna - Nere killed her. I should have done more...


Oh - erm. Thank you so much! I don't have anything and you can't do anything without any coin.


Damn, that burns.


Hah! Minsc has not yet met a piece of fine pottery he cannot smash!


Unfortunately they are both dedicating more and more resources to retrieving it.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


So talk to Meadhoney, and come back with a vault pass.


*Behold the mortal remains of Marvey Bullows, town crier. Died loudly.*


Oh, where are my manners - you've forgotten me, haven't you? Sceleritas Fel. Your <i>undyingly </i>loyal Butler.


We've been travelling with a vampire this whole time?


Is this part of the show?


Wait. You... you're one of that lot who were attacking the ship.


Remember. Quiet as a mouse.


Eye hurts. Head hurts. But he says I am past the worst of it - that I won't change like the others.


Evil is a reductive term, too often used to dismiss choices the observer lacks the imagination to understand.


Was Chef Marsh a good teacher?


For once.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Marvellous. Onward, then.


Of course. If you say so. Erm - where should we go?


Thanks to you, the grove is whole again.


Corpora sana!


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


Victory<br>


Man. I could go for a nap too.


Cudo! v2


You should see the Mother Superior. There is little to be said until she has judged you.


Then I congratulate you - tear them up and they'll be most useful in the privy.


Ohhh, <i>this</i> was the Lord Gortash we were sworn to do battle with, Boo?


They always disappoint though.


It's over. It's finally over.


Think about it - the Crown of Karsus, the Netherstones, the Karsite Weave - no more than a tadpole's breadth from being reunited.


Marvelous. I've always admired art with both style <i>and</i> purpose.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


*Another blank stare. There is no personality, no free will. Only loyalty to a master.*


This next spell should be interesting.


Right. What would some drow wizard in Moonrise wanna look at <i>you </i>fer?


A touch of magic will do the trick.


All these people were ruined because of me. Long ago...


A sovereign with no subjects. Glut won't be mourned.


For the best, I guess.


I used to be like you - weak. <i>Frail.</i> But then I found the Absolute. She can help you.


Have you seen the latest issue of Baldur's Mouth? Why are some people so <i>awful</i>?<i> </i> I just can't believe it.


Getting you free!


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Just about. We shouldn't hang around too long, though.


It's done - good.


Minsc's skull has been split many times. But never with quite a sting such as <i>this</i>.


Yes! Bite and claw and tear and bite!


Step lightly.


Anything of use?


*...It seems that one child never came back. She was taken.*


Considering this crèche has a <i>kith'rak</i> under inquisition, there's a lot of idle kin here.


I've got you.


To illithids, yes. But despite your reckless embrace of the parasite and recent <i>mutations</i>, you're no mind flayer. Not yet.


Another ring - but these mushrooms aren't glowing.


Huh?! It were right in my pocket... someone musta nicked it! Bloody maggots.


No ordinary creature did this. Redcaps ripped the place to pieces.


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


From death.


On my way.


Oh my... I read all about you in the gazette. <i>Very</i> impressive...


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


I am not known for my <i>patience.</i>


Drowcraft armour. No magic left, though - sun's too bright.


*But as you sit on his lap, resting afterwards, you look into his eyes, and see no trace of joy. Just an intensity that makes you shiver.*


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


<i>Gale? What's wrong?</i>


You've made a grave mistake.


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.


If you find something, let me know. But don't get your hopes up. I certainly won't.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


The battle won't be won down here.


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


<i>We serve her still, and so do you.</i>


Back to the toad-freak. I can't risk it escaping.


I hope he still sees it that way. Something tells me he's not the same person we knew. Not anymore.


Let's head to the Archive. We can lift the magic that's protecting Raphael's treasures.


Minthara was dragged to the prison in Moonrise. If she's still there, this is our last chance to save her.


*Find all the remedy and alchemy ingredients you need at Bonecloak's Apothecary.*


I need help!


They're... in yours too. It won't be long now. Until we're <i>changed.</i>


You seemed capable - it would have been remiss of me not to ask. But I understand.


Of course I'll be welcomed. And if you behave, you may keep your head too.


It's done, Shadowheart.


*He's still staring right past you.*


And your crimson will be the first to bless its stones.


I smell a trap.


Feel its power, the Butcher is hungry. You, me - all meat.


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


I am becoming <i>pure!</i>


Never knew Sharrans to be so... military.


So. You're Shovel's master now? Fine.


I don't see one...


No offence meant, of course. I'm sure everyone in Last Light thinks they could have changed things.


Gods above. This is wonderful news, but... I've <i>seen</i> what goblins do to their captives.


It is not. But I'll let Nestor teach you the rules.


All it took was one! I'm jealous.


I don't feel too good. What did that druid scratch me with?


Acutely observed on both counts.


Sea devils. They don't usually come ashore like this...


Well, of course I've thought about it. If I completed the ritual instead of Cazador, I'd get all that power. And I could walk in the sun without fear I'd turn into a mind flayer.


Stand with Bhaal, or it will spell your doom. But I can offer some aid for the storm you are about to weather.


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


Good craftsmanship wasted on Selûne. Maybe it can be repurposed somehow.


You look like hell. What's wrong?


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


It hardly matters now - Astarion is dead. Permanently, one can only hope.


I <i>been </i>looking.


Local soil-scratchers probably called it something else, but they's dead a hundred years.


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


More of the mind flayers' pets.


Don't worry, sweetheart - we'll be done here soon.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Now, Gale, you're looking decidedly 'thinky'. I hope you're not about to spoil this excellent, excellent plan.


Fun, I call him.


Fiat lux!


Agh. Well. Good feelings never last, I suppose.


Wait.


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


What a pretty thing. I imagine it's dangerous - most pretty things are.


Just as foul a sight now as it was a century ago. Worse, even.


We're going to kill you, sweet one. But I promise I will stay with you afterwards.


We've done nothing to them!


Yes - I will stay. My destiny is for neither Vlaakith nor Orpheus to decree. It is mine.


If Gortash is really gone, I'm not going home sober, I can tell you that.


Falling


There's blood here, not yet dried. And no sign of the smith...


Here goes nothing.


Still, such powers are not without danger when wielded by one of your... <i>capabilities</i>.


No. Your mother's right - she always is. Do not bend to the past. Look only to the future - on your own terms.


Perhaps I should speak to Mr Mnemonis about a promotion...


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


A group of heroical adventurers slew a necromancer! At least, according to the Mouth.


If I have to stay home and babysit, then it's <i>your</i> job to make sure there's still a home to look after.


Omnia mutantur!


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


By the time I regained my senses, it was too late. I did not just surrender to the Absolute. For a moment, I <i>welcomed</i> it.


...That's it.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Well - it won't stain this beautiful city with its abominations - not anymore.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Because their lives were cut brutally short, you mean.


I've seen enough to know you want the Absolute booted out of the city - same as I do. No reason we can't work together.


Not good. I need to get out of this thing - <i>now.</i>


Now let me pray. This is important.


The pig's dead, my friend. Staring at it won't bring it back.


Thanks for confiding in me. I won't do that. Now...


I'm not... I'm not hungry. Really.


What's this? Feels like I've <i>lost </i>something...


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


The druid's return is imminent! Have to keep foes at bay until then!


You can take a day off once in a while, Lae'zel.


Nothing but brains. Food for mind flayers, I suppose.


You'll die for this, creature.<br>


Victory v4


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


*Her torturers are not dominating her - they are destroying her mental defences, and exposing her to the presence that claims to be the Absolute.*


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


Where to next?


Within days, we will be <i>ghaik</i>. Mind flayers.


Just this once.


... then again, a small rest <i>might </i>be prudent. Give me time to think.


A word.


Hmmm... you'd do well where I'm from. But don't try it again.


*Your fate belongs to you, and you alone. What will you make of it?*


The Absolute's armies are on the march - and Baldur's Gate is their target.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Cruel words strengthen neither heads nor hearts, Shadowheart.


A voice... is that Shar herself, who speaks...?


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


We will find a place in the Underdark. We will find a new way to live, new creatures to feed on, and you will never have to see us again.


What, join up with <i>you</i>...?


There is nothing to forgive. It is only right to mourn.


You clearly yearn for death - a wish I am happy to oblige. Sleep with one eye open, furless one.


Another shapeshifter - I wonder if the real Dribbles has better jokes?


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


What about?


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


Effort v7


What is this place? Makes the Underdark look like a sunlit meadow... I'm not sure I want to step in there.


We steal your chickens, curse your crops, seduce your daughters - your friend here has heard it all, I'm sure.


A waste of my time.


Something good here, I hope.


Ow! That damned kobold...


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Death becomes you.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Hmm. This must where Shadowheart sought respite from her training.


Tainted with poison.


*You hear what comes next before you see it: the sharp snapping of bones and a yelp of pain as her body starts to twist and undulate.*


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


*The stone on this vandalised tomb now reads: 'Fear the Lord of Bones. He never dies'.*


I don't know. The boss didn't say.


Oh don't be such a pill, darling. We're just having a little fun.


Ugh. That potion... did not go down well.


No - please -


*You were seen killing someone. Best explain yourself, before you're added to the body count.*


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


This next spell should be interesting.


It's a good thing you're doing. More than most would do.


Tampered or not, we need to get these things out of our heads. Let's find another way.


Gods damn it <i>all</i>. To the grove - quickly. We can't let it fall to these vicious bastards.


Let's talk.