*Accept, and you must kill Gortash. Refuse, and your companion's life may be forfeit. As might your own - Orin's assassins will hunt you like prey for slaughter.*


Indeed. You're worth ten of my own crew - that is clear to see.


That sounds serious. But look, Wyll, you won't face it alone. Whatever it is. I owe you that much.


If I must.


It's been so long. Gortash said you fled north - didn't even give notice. I did wonder why you never wrote.


That sign above. This must be a brewery - or distillery.


Say that again.


You mean you were there, yet you did nothing?!


I don't get drinks, I mop. Talk to Alan at the bar.


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


*A curious, ornate box. Its many sides are engraved with githyanki scripture.*


I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that particular style.


And I <i>will</i> offer his head to Vlaakith herself.


There. Ready for the party.


Let's get out of here!


I don't know what I feel right now. I'm trying to absorb everything and - hells, it's so much...


Not a budge. Better take a look around...


Dying


There's something in that vessel. Take a closer look.


No... this isn't right...


*You don't sleep well, flitting between dreams and nightmares.*


One sixty. Okay, let's mark that... Great. One six one, one six two...


I should never have let it out of my sight. I'm an <i>idiot</i>.


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


You must be Volo in disguise, out here to harangue me for some tales of the Frontiers.


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


I can build up my power here in the light, while you lurk below in the shadows.


-more-
   - more-
 - MORE ---


It could be dangerous for me, if others think I'm your favourite.


The Mother Superior will deal with you.


Won't budge.


My skills are needed.


I'm amazed you're happy to just wander around here... I'd be terrified of an attack.


You are unfit to live. I will see that you are expunged.


The Duke's son? Of course - excuse the trouble. No room for exiles, no mercy for spies. Lord Gortash's orders.


Darkness cloak me.


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


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


You were lucky that you only lost an eye. You could have lost much more.


No armies at our heels... Amazing. We can finally <i>leave</i>.


Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it.<br>


No wait! We will leave this place, this city. You will never see us again.


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


Agh. Well. Good feelings never last, I suppose.


Te adstringo linguam!


Well lookie there - and not one crack of the cane.


You've got an eye for quality. Every noble in Baldur's Gate will be after one of these.


Born to serve, my father said. I'll keep 'em busy.


It's beautiful...


Put your faith in Lightbringer Gortash and he will continue to smile on you.


Fine, I'll help.


A tadpole is inserted into a living humanoid, and in seven days, the host is consumed to produce a new illithid.


Lathander, smiting the undead to make way for new blood.


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


Happy to assist a friend.


Yes, of course.


This place can't take much more!


Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gale can use.


You steal anything, you're dead.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Run! Walk! Flail about some, at least!


Not all of us react to everything by getting drunk and hysterical.


Rotted One? Pardon? I don't wish to overstep myself in saying so, but you seem rather not yourself.


*Nothing.*


Let's see.


Lord Enver Gortash at your service.


Yeah. I had the same thought. So much has happened between then and now... maybe we just got a little caught up in it all.


We shouldn't let you get too distracted. Make sure you kill her <i>afterwards. </i>And soon.


If I must.


I just want that to be me. Somehow. Some day.


Think carefully. Do not give yourself to the Dread Lord, no matter how strong your cravings.


The hag's lair again. Sans hag that is.


The priest bled almost as much as his god does. This must be where he died.


Gustas dulcis!


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


I shall remake Dribbles better than before. Where once he was famous, he will now become legend!


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


Exactly! And we'll definitely feel her wrath if she thinks we ever doubted her.


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


Pigeons, gulls, sparrows - these streets make a fine hunting ground for a tressym like Tara.


Yeah, that's it!


We're not finished here - not until Thorm's dead for good.


You want to just team up with some blood-stained killer? Because I'm fine with that.


Recovered <br>V3


Thou speakest not with reverent zeal -
I'll still thy tongue with Bhaalist steel.


Good to be back behind the walls, have to say. For as long as that lasts.


Amo sanguinem!


Recovered <br>V4


You have to know who I was. You have to know who I really am.


I can't believe I fell for her lies.


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


Thank you. Any particular reason?


*As far as you can tell, it is a simple construct designed to provide additional security.*


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Really? After everything we've been through? Sit on your misgivings for now - this is nearly over.


The subject resists. Next instrument, good sister.


Find a way into the Astral Prism and use the Orphic Hammer to free the True Heir.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Lae'zel was the opportunity we prayed for. This may be our one chance to secure githyanki freedom.


*In the candlelight, Zevlor might almost be sleeping. But his empty eyes stare, his lips slack around a curl of parchment, poking through like a yellowed tongue.*


*You'll walk free, for now, but your stories won't land so well if you're caught again.*


Then lay a hand upon my shoulder, and I shall be free.


You tried, Harper. Don't worry - I never expected you'd let your friend die without a fight. That's one of the reasons I liked you.


I don't usually - I'm all right.


The brew's been chilled!


Their potential may not be apparent to your untrained eye, but my methods never fail to extract it.


No thumbs on a hoof to hold a dagger.


*No. You would only be a failure if you stop fighting.*


Nine Hells, it's <i>everywhere</i>!


Not now, perhaps.


Thank you, Gale. Let us both hope that broken hearts are a thing of the past.


I learned young what fear and hunger make desperate people do. I learned to do some of it myself, even, until a roving circle of hedge-druids found me.


Must you make us the centre of attention?


...Wait. Something in your scent is... familiar.


They're all wrong. Now go and be somewhere else.


I'll rip your tongue out, you <i>liar.</i>


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


I owe you, sure enough. But I've nothing to give. If you were to free my kin...


An alliance is pragmatic - for the time being.


What's this? Feels like I've <i>lost </i>something...


Our books stretch back to near the city's founding. No robbery has <i>ever </i>been recorded.


Hope we made the right choice. <br>


Tempting, but this might not be the time or the place.


Vandal! I'll grind you to dust.


I have power enough to share - if I must.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Sod off, chum. I put more back in and I'm likely to break it.


-WATCHERS--
 -ignoreYOU--
 -foundry-- -NEUTRALISED--


Let's get you out.


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


Exactly! And what good is displaying such morsels and not eating them? Food is for eating, friend!


Damn. Looks like they were hiding out in the tunnels.<br>


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Genetic morality is not just theory, but fact!


Meant to keep one alive fer a pet - they broke too easy.


Para bellum!


Books and blankets - someone's little hideaway.


Effort


You havin' a laugh? I need the money to buy meself a belt.


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


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


AMAZING.


I have something to ask.


Burning drow sounds a pretty good option to me - but we'll have to get her here first.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


My word, what a feat of engineering. Most impressive indeed.


Funny bottle. Smells a little rancid.


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


I told you to git.


Leave me alone, auntie.


A spell, clearly. I can't say I'm familiar with it.


Kiss my arse. <i>I'm </i>the Lord of Murder - I'll show you <i>why.</i>


You have my attention.


And away I go.


The sacrifice lies ahead. I will not fail you, Lady Shar.


Well then. No sense delaying a conversation like that. Who knows when she'll next demand you blow yourself up, after all?


You do not have the authority. Defer to your leader.


It's certainly good to be back at camp! How I've missed the smells.


What do any of us want? Pleasure.


Citizen Fluffington, I advise caution. This area is restricted, under orders of Lord Enver Gortash.


We're not compatible, you and I - neither in thought nor in temper.


Dammit, Astarion. You tried to bite me. Are you... a vampire?


Tails it is!


How do you - oh, never mind. Half the Sword Coast probably knows by now.


Pus-supping maggot.


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


I'll come clean. I did not tell you all about what I hoped to learn here today - I will rectify that.


Fine.


<i>He sought to cure me of my sickness, called on every healer he could find, nearly broke his spirit in the attempt. </i>


You can have it for free if you stop talking. Bloody wizards.


'The brewery. We thought we'd toast victory there, once.'


Insolent. Ignorant. But I know a flicker of faith still burns inside you.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Now you die.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Rise up, meet its gaze. Show it no fear, and grant it no mercy.


You're good to go.


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


<i>Ngh. </i>This bloody curse is sapping the life right out of me.


<i>Help me!</i>


I thought that damn thing was going to be my coffin. Thank you -


Won't budge.


Best act fast.


Then down came the claw, and that, love, was that.


Unless you're going to magic me up some more cattle you can clear off.


Ten bouts for every minute you were snoozing - PICK IT UP!


Anyway, see you again sometime. Take care! Safe travels!<br>


I did... after I was abducted. Perhaps if we survive all of this, a fresh start would be for the best.


Look here!


Sorry, sorry. Hope they don't stain. Care to raise your glass to that?


((*the songs we sing now carry your spirit. I first named you Peace-Bringer. I now name you Kin Spirit*))


Ugh.


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


A body in a barrel. Quite the unique flavouring technique.


Everyone else might welcome you with open arms, but stay the hells away from me you lute-smashing arsehole.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Some don't deserve saving.


This soul awaits thy command.


That's not my chest.


There's the matter of the gnomes, too. Wouldn't do to stand by and keep them enslaved.


Cudo! v2


These are the people Father Lorgan was helping.<br>


Voss, to battle!


ClosedMouth Effort v2


There must be something more we can do, Bran.


Frange!


Barbarian Idle Roars


Huh?


If Lorroakan was so smart, he'd have stuck with pulling rabbits out of hats. Instead, he had to try sawing a celestial in half. Haw!<br>


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


No... it can't be! He wouldn't. Even... even with all the monsters...


... and you, a delicacy - were I so lucky.


Ah, don't sell yourself so short.


I take this grove for the shadows!


You will die for me, won't you?


What just happened?


Better not die on me.


Let's go.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


Secrets are good. Violence is better.


Free... for now.


On your feet.


The idol - it's gone! <i>Stolen!</i>


It draws power from a host. About what you expect from illithid technology.


Hurt Critical


Which of them dost thou require?


It will only hurt a bit, the pleasure will be far greater than the pain.


PainTeeth<br>var 1


Honestly, I can't even remember the last time we spoke.


That's hardly how you should speak of your saviour.


The past cannot be undone with self-pity, nor can a future be forged. Only with the truth will you see the way ahead.


I planned on sitting it out tonight. Then I imagined what Bex would say, and...


Be right there.


Our friends are trapped in that tunnel. My Beldron will... will die without help.


Sorry. Wouldn't touch that.


There you are.


Our fighting forces led by the Harpers have gone straight to the Towers to face Ketheric down.


Not now, not after all you've been through!


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


Reporting.


We learned all we could - the artefact was the one thing the Absolutists feared. The one thing they desperately wanted to keep out of their enemies' grasp. I had to have it.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


I don't recall inviting you over.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


*The rothé seems calmer in your presence.*


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


A good opportunity.


I'll strike you down.


You'll make excellent fertiliser.


Well, that's not good.


Any word on... what we discussed? About Kagha?


Heh. Not worried, are you? Rest easy.


I've a nose for the things, in fact.


Boo will lend a little of his brilliance.


Obedi me!


Since we were... kids...


Why is it <i>always </i>a mephit?


A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.


But if you do decide to go hunting them, know they include your children.


*And what of Duke Ravengard? Wyll may never forgive you if you abandon his father to this fate.*


The skull of a death devil. Boo says it is ironic, but Minsc is sure it is made of bone.


Abandoned to the elements. What a shame - this was quality gear.


I feared you would complete the ritual and we would face a new, more powerful foe. I am pleased to be wrong.


You heard them. Tell me what I need to know. Now.


Our boss is literally dead. Surely you have to know that's not appropriate.


Vampires would be a safe bet.


I knew it! There's no shame in being curious about power. It is exhilarating.


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


Seems as though the Absolute's attracting followers from all kinds of places.


Tara is not any cat. She's a <i>tressym</i>. And given your confusion, I'm guessing you've never met one. They're brilliant creatures - fine company for any self-respecting wizard.


Should you realise you need my assistance, come back. I'll be waiting.


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


Te adstringo linguam!


One of your mates asked to talk in private, so here we are. What's botherin' you?


You'd be surprised, drow. I've survived a lot of things.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


*Your mind links with Wyll's, drawn in by his increasing panic.*


These tunnels are under the Open Hand Temple. This 'Father Lorgan' must be connected - name's right here.


She was right to fear him, I'll grant her that. So great is the Comet, it could shatter her reign.


A moment.


I'm certain it was merely prudence steering Jaheira's hand, and not any mistrust as to our heroic abilities.


Nearly there! Just another moment!<br>


If only I knew where to find some.


Getting a mite feverish... pulse racing...


To Baldur's Gate... to Lorroakan... my destiny.


*No matter. Anything owed belongs to the Nightsinger, ultimately. The loss of your mentor will herald your own triumph.*


---no--
               -RESIST--
--my design--


Do you... do you feel it too?


For now.


Ah, Naiske. Why must you make everything such a bother?


You consumed all the spawn in your service, <i>lord</i> Astarion. You shall have to fend for yourself a while.


Good. This little venture would be duller without you, I'll admit.


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Let me out and we can start the party.


Effort v5


On it.


<i>It's too strong here - I can't hold it. We need to find another way! </i>


Thank you. May the Weave's light guide your purpose, and its wisdom guide your hand.


We can't let the Absolute taint my father's mind.


Join me in my chambers. I would speak to you, before your blundering causes any more calamities.


Hmm. Go on then, state your business with me. From a safe distance, if it's all the same to you.


What are you doin'? It's me, Sazza!


You need healing, my heart.


Just dust.


Ocior!


Citius!


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Don't mean we can't enjoy puttin' the boot into this pricker-stick though.


GruntAngry<br>var 3


I can't. If the dragonborn has shown me anything, it's that I'm not ready to face a hag - much to my shame.


Hear, hear, ma'am!


That ship was docked at Moonrise! What's it doing here?


Just tell me when to shout my battle cry.


I watched over you as you slept, peaceful and silent, and I spoke to our god.


*The man catches his breath, and his lips straighten. Sheer dread twists his face.*


Scars often tell such wonderful stories - I think yours might be truly exquisite.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Effort


A pleasure.


Whatever it was, I stand ready.


Be patient, be well.


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


Nere won't just let us go. Can't you do something?


Good... nothing to see here.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


To the Emperor, you are nothing more than a beast of burden - one that will transport it to the elder brain.


VO_SFX : Spit


Dolor!


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Mr Rolan isn't in a very good mood.


It's this place. This <i>city</i>. I can feel its corruption eating away at me. I should not be here - <i>no one </i>should be here.


I'll take that.


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


Sahuagin. Unusual for them to swarm the shore like this.


<i>(You've heard about the Red Knight, I trust? Devout strategist, made exarch of Tempus.)</i>


Miri, no... gods, no, no, no!


He's not special - he's <i>nothing</i>. You shouldn't say that name. Forget you ever heard it.


This must be the way up to Cazador's palace? Surely?


You are a blight - I cannot allow you to live.


You picked the wrong fight, friend.


Heh. Yes. You told me - in great detail.


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


Already feeling better.<br>


My life's bleeding away. This curse, it's - it's too much.


Yeah. Don't tell Rolan, but his magic show might be the highlight. He's been doing them since we were little.


*It's like a shard of ice into your neck - a quick, sharp pain that fades to throbbing numbness. Your breath catches, your pulse quickens.*


We'll need a cover story...


Alas, such luxuries require the beneficence of time, and time, as I'm sure our friend here will attest, is the very luxury of which we're all too bereft.


---OBEY---


That mirror reflects nothing - it only consumes, and offers darkness.


NO -- ALLY-
 -task--
 -KILLORIN-- -KILLORIN-- -KILLORIN--


*The wine's scent is almost sickly sweet, with an acrid note just on the periphery. Poison.*


Speak to Rath - he will reward you for your efforts.


That means there'll be no permanent place in the heavens for us. But we could still visit.


*Your heart lightens as you finish the song.*


It's done, Shadowheart.


I <i>gave</i> you time - and you used it to snub my word and bring my Iron Throne to ruin.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Oh, this is really awful. Truly terrible.


Oi, ugly!


Leave. Must <i>leave</i>.


Please, let me give you the fragment I have.


Effort v9


I could drown in that song...


I'll lend a hand.<br>


That doesn't make any sense.


Just a serving girl with notions - 'til I met Lord Gortash.


Did you leave the family brain cell at home today?


<i>Tsk'va</i>. Our people turn their blades against us.


Without my Netherstone, you don't stand a chance. Come here.


*Resistance to the sun's rays aside, you feel no different than you did a tenday ago. You are still <i>you</i>.*


Two left hands, I see.


Welcome, welcome, please enjoy the Archive. Whispers, screams, gibbering, and panicked cries are encouraged.


Alas. I've paid for a good deal of <i>very </i>privileged information. Now I await the results of the generous contract I've commissioned.


And I'm short on patience.


Butters... Buthir... love...


Closed Mouth Effort v7


We have done him proud - as you have done <i>me.</i>


Elminster? Even the githyanki have heard tell of the Sage of Shadowdale. Some of his works have been translated to <i>tir'su</i>.


This is easy. People just tell you what they want and you say 'I think you had enough, mister.'


Hm. A game for surface children.


I can't see how this dark lantern of yours will help us. Time will tell if that is my failure, or yours.


No point in lingering. Not after <i>you </i>swiped what we came for.


You - you freed me from hunger's lust.


But one pudge got ballsy, set off a blast and skittered away in the ruckus. And we still haven't found her.


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


It's <i>chicken-chasin'.</i>


You will do more than speak.


My tadpole's squirming like it's excited... or scared.


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


Ah, then you are a trickster here to try to tempt me back into the lamp?! Well it shall not work!


The manner of artefacts I need are not often found waiting patiently on a shop-keep's shelf. One usually has to lift them delicately from trap-filled tombs or prise them from the hands of violent ne'erdowells.


<i>Really close. And then, next time he leans in to listen to my heart, I take his chin in my hand and I lift his face to meet mine and I - stop it, brain! This isn't the time! Is it? </i>


Time!


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


And you are? Those dragon-riding reavers tried to kill us.


Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you are.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Karlach is willing to become illithid so that we need not make that sacrifice. We should not stand in her way.


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


Broken. Must have been here a while.


There's an illithid parasite in that corpse. You should take a look.


Interference with Flaming Fist property will be dealt with swiftly and harshly.


*The way is blocked now - for good.*


I don't know.


Not like this...


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


How I run my kennels is none of your concern. Take your mutt, and get out of my yard.


No entry today. Special occasion.


Fancy. More Gale's expertise than mine, though.


I won't let a friend down.


He knows that you are a Bhaalspawn, but he named you more than that. Bhaal's <i>Chosen</i>: one of the very people behind this plot. Is it true?


Die, <i>ghaik</i>-spawn!


*If your guilt wasn't confirmed before, it is now. The guards are being summoned.*


Dribbles' mangled clown head. Long life or no, this might well be the worst thing I have ever seen.


Best help before it gets worse.


We begin!


He's down. Time to hit him with all I've got.


The nuts are in my pocket, wizard. Please do not go patting at Minsc's person.


Sure as the stench of an ogre's latrine. Get lost.


I couldn't bear it if she died by my command. May the Triad guide her steps.


Ra-pha-el? That sounds vaguely familiar, but I have a terrible memory for names. The only thing that jogs it is coin.


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


Oh, they used to be capable enough, but they've gotten slow and lazy. Corruption makes you soft.


Do not send a ranger to do a hamster's job, hm?


Something good here, I hope.


Do I detect a trace of scepticism? I know it might be hard to believe, but you can find acceptance in the unlikeliest of places.


It is not guidance I offer, but a leash. We will help you to control yourself - until you can free yourself of these urges, and use the Slayer form freely.


*Unusual runes are etched on the slate, forming an array of arcs and circles.*


Never - not while my son is out there. Not while people still need help. But it's good to know where you stand - <i>coward</i>.


If you're here to help, get to the fight quickly!


Thank you. Sincerely.


I need to get out of here!


Please, let me go. I'll be good, I swear.


I'm not proud of my past, all right? I lived a violent life. But that all changed when I had Vanra.


You didn't die. I didn't die. Seems we're destined for that drink.<br>


Someone else got out.


I don't need any attention right now.


Soldier's honour. Being next to you right now... it's almost more than I can take.


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


Weak


Shadowheart's memories will be a heavy load for her to carry.


With the Absolute's army on its way? Not a chance.


So we can't wield the stones unless one of us becomes an illithid.


Bound with the bedrock of the Astral Plane itself. No ordinary magic will sever such ties.


<i>Chk</i>. You speak like Kith'rak Voss. You accuse Vlaakith of the unthinkable.


May your boots always find home in a butt!


He's a devil. It's his nature. He needs to get his due.


Gods, you might be one o' the greats.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


It'll pass. Just be glad I'm not a 'true' vampire.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


But Thunder Master can read it. Can conquer it! Yes!


Rook to queen six.


Leave one for me next time! A little one.


Absolute... binds... obedience...


I suppose some help is in order.


Victory v3


Nature affords us few greater powers of healing than what love can provide, Karlach.


Cunning.


Got to press on.


There. It's up to her now. Life or death.


Gruuaagh.


Dying Burning


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Falling<br>var 3


Point well-made, I see.


Snore
zzZzz


Nothing afoul here, dear. Just a little... <i>undeclared business</i>. You understand.


Obedi me!<br>v3


This mirror dates from the times of Gorothir, a netherese Sharran of foul repute. A portal onto the Shadowfell itself.


Hail Gortash, and all that.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


As a favour.


An astral projection? Clever girl, she's not taking any chances. We shouldn't either.


*At first she seems to invite you inside, but then a coldness settles across your mind like morning frost, and you lose contact with her.*


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Punished for... protecting the grove...


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


I'm afraid that's not how it works. Egg first - compensation later.


Curious.


To the helm, before the ship disintegrates!


Better get you out of there.<br>


Good. Whatever afflicted you, we can leave it in the past, like the corpses in the Grove.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


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


My sparkling disposition will more than suffice.


<i>You did well to see off the githyanki who had invaded mine.</i>


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Sphaera mortis!


We're working on it, all right? It's got, like, three different viscosities in it.


Indeed you will, my love. I can't wait.


He's a liar. Always has been, I now realise.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Good evening! I am here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep. He wishes to extend you an invitation for a private conversation in a more suitable locale.


*You remember the stories of Elturel's fall. The city was dragged into the Hells at Zariel's behest - and Ravengard along with it.*


Obedi me!<br>v2


It's something of a novelty. I'm usually quite busy at night, but now I'm just lying here and thinking.


This should burn going down.


Unless you want to be set up as target practice, I suggest you leave, <i>istik.</i>


*You're off the hook, at the cost of your illicit prize.*


*You wonder how many years ago it was you last gave Sceleritas so much as a table scrap of your dinner, let alone any paycoin.*


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


We don't stand a chance against an army of goblins.


I did. Who would trust the next-of-kin of Ketheric Thorm? But I have no more secrets.


But I'm sure a sizeable contribution from an adventurer such as yourself would cheer her up.


Talk to the other one. He's the ranking officer, <i>apparently.</i>


Ut ventus!


Now scram off - me 'n this crate got business.


Falling


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


That was horrible.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Physically? No... that part is already done. This will wound the spirit. Most deeply, I should hope.


You were never burdened with intelligence, Petras, but your load seems especially light these days.


<i>And you will soon see that the benefits outweigh any perceived loss. </i>


So what are we waiting for? Let's crack it open and see.


I've seen these symbols before, but where? Ah! 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


Bold actions for someone in fireball distance.


We'd be better off without 'em, take my word.


Dodge


Your presence is not welcome here, <i>k'chakhi</i>.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Unlikely you'd be successful... but it costs me nothing to spare your sorry life.


Attack<br>var 3


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


A couple of those flayers were comrades of mine. I'd have been trying to suck your brains out along with 'em if you'd arrived any later.


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


Please - if a Gondian told me the sky was blue, I'd look outside and check.


A century ago, Bhaal bred dozens just like you. One of whom was Sarevok Anchev.


((*the duergar seek a gnome. it is a guest*))


Long ride down. Is this... the Underdark?


All those souls you brought me, all linked through those lines I carved on your back. All linked through your blood.


A doppelganger in our camp? A little redundant of me to say, but that could be <i>anyone</i>.


Of... of course not.


Nice to see a friendly face come out of the shadows for once.


If she's not here then the curse...


He is exceedingly self-righteous. Amusing, considering he bound himself to a devil.


Peri!


It's time. Let's go get Isobel.


Rest. Soon. But not yet.


I strike with precision.


I thought this camp was supposed to be our safe haven - not quite so when we wake up to dead tiefling bards. I may have difficulty sleeping for a while...


Dying Deep Exhale


Whazzat, Viss?


I owe you my life. That's not a debt I'll soon forget. Thank you.


Oh - actually, I think the last time we kissed was our last chance to share a kiss.


I hope I'm not mistaken.


The torch is gone again. This curse just will not let up.


I'll get you moving again.


*Githyanki <i>tir'su </i>- the script of your people - is etched on the slate, forming an array of arcs and circles.*


Don't make me hold your hand now.


We can't lose that, as much as I'd like to.


Must be the tadpole.


Hardly the worst atrocity the Absolute's committed.


Seems as though the Absolute's attracting followers from all kinds of places.


Whatever that thing is, it's not going to last much longer.


Must have been quite a mirror, before it was smashed.


I just want to stay here - away from the Towers. Away from the light.


It's not your day, is it?


*You know this symbol from the mind flayer ship. It means 'annihilate'.*


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


I'm more likely to implode than blow up, more's the pity. Wouldn't mind taking out a few cultists on my way out the door. But better if it doesn't come to that.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


I'll make it brief. Cleric's honour.


Huh. Seemed to make something click into place up above.


Well, that just means this treasure hunt is all the more challenging. Toddle on, darling - there's more of Dribbles to find!


The tadpole was tampered with? That complicates things...


The lost and wandering flock to him, and in him find their home. Nature and community alike thrive in their hands, and Halsin doth smile to see it all.


*No manner of duke should be tied to a devil's leash. No manner of duke should save a city, only to open a gate to the Hells.*


Incommodum!


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


I will assist.


The sooner we reach Moonrise, the sooner you will see Her power.


Then show me. And may the Absolute bless the victor!


A cat... with wings?


Stabilio!


<i>The brain is feeling... intense emotion. </i>


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


Breathe easy. I'm coming.


<i>Chk</i> - a vampire spawn? An undead slinks among us.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Those beds look harder than a brig hammock, and twice as full of bugs.


Oh no. Tragic.


You earned this iniquitous prize through your great show of exceptional violence the other night.


<i>I should've slammed the door in his face. But I let him in, and he rammed some kind of </i>worm <i>in our eyes.</i>


Effort v6


This'll cure you.


You seemed quite forward with your compliments earlier. We'd only just met.


*Your parasite trembles. Even in sleep, your companions know your path, and cry out in victory.*


These flowers - what is this feeling?


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


Now come on, get those clothes off. You've made me wait long enough.


The memories are as dark and elusive as a cloaker.


'The Prince of the Comet, Part Three.'


I cannot keep throwing myself headlong into such danger while I am so unstable. If it my condition is not treated soon, I will be compelled to leave.


Gods, you're so wonderful, my heart's near to bursting.


I have not met a <i>ch'r'ai</i> of this rank before. He will still aid us, right?


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


Let's get that patched up.


If you came to ask about your portrait, I'm afraid it will have to wait.


*The countless distant silhouettes leave you no doubt - a veritable army swarms the path ahead.*


Besides the bleedin' obvious? He <i>misses the sun</i>.


Hey, Smart Stuff, I'm Willoughby the comedian, and we got a little contest here called the Laff Riot. You want to play along?


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


Be easier if you weren't bothering me.


Do you hear them? The birds. They're beautiful.


<i>Lies. </i>You speak like the vermin from this wretched world. What are you, a deserter?


You - what? I didn't think you'd actually agree!


So much blood... what the hells has been happening here?


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


This lantern only lights the way when I am hurting night and day!


Your path leads away from me, I sense. Be safe. Perhaps one day you will see the fruits that your victory has sown here.


We're pure. We got the Absolute on our side. An' we'll be the ones on top.


This is not the time, brother. The master must be told.


Impero tibi!


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


How's this? You leave now, and I won't arrest you for being in a restricted area.


For the moment he - and I - are your problem. So lead the way - we are yours to command.


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


We've ceased our ritual, but that's not an invitation for you to do as you please. Be respectful of this place.


I have just the thing.


<i>The Archduchess will be delighted when we return with Karlach's head on a pike.</i>


More?


Now answer my question - are you still searching this place, or have you failed already?


This plane is a blister of corruption.


Bold actions for someone in fireball distance.


I haven't even managed to kill one measly devil. I'm hardly a prime catch.


No prayers needed. On my way.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


What?


I hope they do. The more they fight, the quicker the blood will spill.


Should get started.


<i>It isn't fair. I was so young when... so naive. They stole my. Heart.</i>


Pallida mors!<br>v3


No sir. But if there's a clear path past those goblins, they'll find it.


The Undercity is perilous, but I recall Minsc making a home down there in the old days. 'To plant his boot on the very bosom of evil', or some such.


The mask was a merregon's. Infernal warriors who disintegrate upon death.


Voco potentia!


Oh. Time it is.


... and temper our hearts for the battles in this life and next.


When you have need of my aid, call me to battle.


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


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


<i>Yes, it was.</i>


Fly, hamster!


I'll make my way to your camp, and embark upon a succulent slow-cook to be consumed upon your return.


I need healing.


That doesn't look good.<br>


Have you finished your chatter? Then you will give me your ear.


A human torturin' a human? HA! I'd like to see that. Go on, have at it.


Show's over. Those Absolute bastards slaughtered the ringmaster - we're lucky there weren't more casualties.


Lae'zel, don't!


*Missing children: Maggie Terrens, Marcus Terrens, Mathen Deetch, Rochelle Kirk*


Hold your nose and check that corpse. The lantern should still be on it.


Heh. We'll see which one of us ends up on top.


That feels good.


Laughter


I miss mine.


That's even worse.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Recovered <br>V2


<i>Argh! </i>Hells - I near stained myself.


Why were the gith chasing that ship?


Let's just slip out of here - the chill's getting to me.


Please, stay with me.<br>


*The broken helmet bears the mark of your goddess, Shar, the Lady of Loss.*


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


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


Indolence breeds madness.


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


Shadow-cursed gith? As if they weren't bad enough normally.


Get this tin pisspot out of my face.


*It seems things keep getting broken around here. You're about to get the blame.*


Oh dear, aren't we clumsy? Let me put these back in place.


Maybe, but I'd need infernal iron. And a prayer that my hammer'll survive the work.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


What's that ticking?<br>


You... made me <i>do</i> something. Minsc will not become the tool of villainy again! Pray to your tiny gods that you never see my hamster's face again.


Loss? What are you on about?


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Careful. The theft of the most important item in this place will surely not go unnoticed.


This cowl's definitely enchanted. Gale could use this.


<i>Ah. Then you did not act so impulsively as I. And your assumption was not an unfounded one.</i>


Now I've heard you speak, that's <i>very </i>apparent. Please, stop wasting my time.


Ah, what fun we would've had if you'd tried.


Not now, perhaps.


With your commanding officer dead, how long will you stay here?


Strange bottle... Even stranger smell.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


But I am more than my instinct.


Yes, what is it?


Beg and scream all you wish. You will die today.


A Selûnite bauble. Its magic may be of use to Gale.


Victory awaits!


We've a lot in common, it seems. An aversion of devils for one. A parasite stuck in our brains for another.


Good news for us. There could be some useful potions inside.


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


We should have her fetch our supper from the kitchens.


You and I will have time aplenty to speak - but not tonight. This night is one of celebration - enjoy it while you can.


Intruders... me and... Butters... ruined.


Let's get out of here!


*Now, doubt gnaws at you like a tadpole at its host.*


Extra Recovered <br>V4


Run Combat


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Locked. Best find another way in.


Ugh.


No, you can keep Daddy's gold. Just don't blame me if he comes lookin' for it.


Seems the owner of this place is responsible for those explosive stuffed bears in the barn.<br>


Enough already.


An elf in mourning? <i>Chk</i> - a fruitless tradition.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Minsc? I don't understand - she was chasing down the cult for a lead to save you. If she's already done it...


It's going to blast us. Get behind cover!


Was't your father a flounder?


This... stirs a memory. Some sick creature was playing out the death of Bhaalspawn, Illasera.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


PainPretend<br>var 3


In and out, like a ghost.


Bested by a bloody chicken. Disgrace.


You're a rotten liar, mate.


Lend an ear?


If we're late, I'm telling the Stone Lord it's <i>your fault.</i>


Hardly a welcoming sight.


Banners change, business stays the same - talk to Uktar.


*The child rounds a corner - to find a dead end. She turns to face you - tears streaming down her face. She is no more than seven years of age.*


A strange easel. There's some kind of mechanism attached.


I feel a presence here - a power. The patron god of this place?


A rogue True Soul, flaunting it under your very nose. And you almost <i>missed</i> it.


Ugh - I hope we don't end up regretting this.


Gale? This relic must hold some meaning for you.


No lasting damage, I hope? You're Zariel's little pet, if I'm not mistaken.


Effort v11


I'll be glad to see the back of this. Brought nothing but rotten luck since we left Elturgard.


Pro: freedom. No more pact, no more hellbound soul. Con: killing off your own father, Baldur's Gate's most beloved duke, and forever altering the city's future.


I <i>helped</i> you earn it.


Hells yes. The General can't ignore a haul of fresh slaves.


Don't be shy, gang - he's one of the good ones.


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


Tyr's balls... Just lost the best job I ever had, easy work in the Upper City - but you don't care, and why should you? Sorry I said anything.


Ugh, I feel awful. that potion's hit me like rancid butter ale.


Halsin, you mean. I've seen the longing in your eyes. You've looked at me like that before, too.


Move along, little bug.


Dying Freezing to Death


Whom would you accuse?


Erm, all right - it's your song. Now what rhymes with 'dirty elf'...


You waste time soft-soothing these flesh bags for the knife.


This one's for the Absolute!


*A follower of Shar. An agent of the Mother Superior. Sent to keep watch for you.*


We didn't... we didn't mean to. We saw the wreckage and I thought... I thought I heard my daughter's voice.


Now, to see what this portrait's gaze is truly focused on...


Well?! You bought me, so save me! Please!


*She robbed you of your bloody birthright, reduced you to nothing. Nothing but pure hate, and now it burns, yearning for vengeance.*


Hurt


It seems you have made up with Mystra, Gale. Congratulations - though I don't see any such reconciliation between myself and Shar any time soon...


Maybe we can find a flagon of something curse-resistant.


*The myconid greets you with pure sensation: sadness and joy, intermingled.*


Of course, but what you really need - what both of us need - is a healer.


Once we acquire it, your ambitions will be dwarfed. I will be able to stand against Mystra, and wrest her powers from her. For the betterment of <i>all</i>.


Surely no one will notice.<br>


The bark is in place. Now what?


Something about that tree... almost like an invisible hand pulling me towards it.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


Halsin... is he of the Fayburgs? The candelabra makers?


A grim souvenir. The ringmaster will want more, I suspect.


How long have you been there? Blessed Silvanus, I need to lie down.


And so does his coin.


Hold out your hand. Let me show you something.


Let's ride.


Got yourself in trouble?


*Begrudgingly, you tell her about the murder target list you found.*


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


Halsin's gone... but maybe his corpse can reveal a useful secret or two.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


Very well. I shall seek out your camp as soon as you find yourself amidst the curse again.


Whatever it is, save it for now.


Effort v9


What path lies before me?


But Baldur's Gate isn't out of danger yet, is it? Gortash was one bad actor. Delightful you stomped the light out of him. But from what I hear, there could be more.


Maybe <i>you </i>do.


And just to be clear, come daybreak, finding a healer is our first priority.


These people must have been trying to hide down here.


<i>Which begs the question - what business do you have masquerading as a servant of Lord Gortash? </i>


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


Deftly done.


Mind if we talk about that later, Rolan?


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


I am glad for the time we had together. There is much I still cannot truly remember, but I will never forget you.


Not too worse for the wear.<br>


No, this is different. <i>Altered.</i> The magic used is beyond me... it's either not of this world, or so ancient as to be lost to even nature's memory.


And I get to share it with you, as a partner. An equal.


Shut up, Andrick! Do you serve the Absolute?


They won't be back here any time soon, thanks to us.


Canto te!<br>v2


Saintly stars and blessed stones - you escaped!


At once.<br>


My eyes!


Show me your ways.


Ha - I share in thy pain.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


There's no knowledge in a glimpse of darkness. My secrets are still my own.


Dammit, someone help me - this fool's messing in my mind!


Damn this fog.


Of course Thorm would flee to such a repellent, <i>unnatural </i>place. Let us put an end to him and get out of here.


What does that have to do with anything?


The Absolute's... Chosen... an offering...


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


It's been slim pickings since the Absolute butchered that supply convoy - but have a look.


*She <i>is</i> serious. Even she seems surprised. She's attracted to you...*


So, what are we drinking to? Other than a pile of corpses.


Oh gods, that was - I just - ... *yhurk*.


Attack<br>var 4


Careful who you point your blade at next. We can afford no more unrest among us, not if we're to survive long enough to rid ourselves of these worms.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


Mother Gith battled for liberty - but it was only here that I learned what it meant to be adored, to be free.


You don't know my boy - he's twice the hunter I am, and the best son a man could ask for.


A gruesome sight. A necromantic ritual, perhaps?


This is his workshop. Quite an ingenious setup.<br>


'Put all your weight in it', she says. But I can't give more than I've got.


I hope, though we've only known each other for a short time, I might be able to count you among that number?


No one crosses the Hells' children without getting scorched.


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


Less correct than I hoped. Next time's a charm.


*It seems the rules have not changed in your absence. You're still trespassing.*


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


By the living gods, get that damned brain under control!


It's done.


She's in the audience chamber, True Soul. Go right ahead.


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


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


How very kind.


You've got gusto, but I'm bound to another.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


I'm calling your bluff. Pay up. <i>Now.</i>


What is that? Almost looks like someone was trying to grow a person.


We're all on the same side. If there are spoils to be split afterwards, well... I'm sure there's enough to share.


Let's go.


You spherical git.


Stay alert - that's a trap.


Thrumbo? Is he in trouble?


To the left and...


An apple a day keeps the tadpoles away. I wish...


Don't die yet.


Recovered <br>V4


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


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


I- look, I don't want trouble.


No more. You are free to forge your own path, but I will follow you no further.


Huh. Where's Gale?


Fungal spores... careful. Myconids are rightfully protective.


At least, I hope.


Your own fault.


We had to get rid of the Mother Superior - we had to cleanse ourselves in the eyes of Lady Shar.


Look, I don't want to fight. That's the exact opposite of what I want to do right now. Let's start over. Hi, I'm Karlach, and I get to touch you any time I want. How about that?


Intestinal colouration consistent with samples 231 to 259.


You know what it is to worship her, to respect her, to love her...


Quite the welcome.


Then it was not demons you saw - but githyanki warriors.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


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


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Hurt


<i>(How can I help you?)</i>


Desire is instinct, to both mortal and immortal. It's no more disgusting than the mulberry fresh on its bush.


My blood ran hot when we broke Ketheric's bones together. But we have greater challenges ahead of us.


I've got to hand it to me - I managed that rather well.


Hm. From the looks of that book, Gale might want it.


And be careful. There are goblin traps <i>everywhere</i>.


Lady Shar's blessings be upon you.


I'm going in.


Is anyone keeping an eye on those children from Elturel?


Your bones will be a souvenir of what could've been.


Now you need my help.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I'll tell you whatever you wish to know. Just let us live - <i>please.</i>


Effort v5


A pity. You had a chance to cleanse his hands of some blood.


Wyll, you absolute stinker! You kept me a secret? Time to let the hellcat out of the bag.


But I shall persevere. A little rest shall do me wonders. Yes... then I'll feel more like myself again.


Detono!


Fungal spores... careful. Myconids are rightfully protective.


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


Out of the black and into the bog. Hardly an improvement.


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' An instruction these corpses took literally.


You've the look of someone with news. Good or bad?


What did that do?


Not again.


Quietly.


Ha. Thou hast come again!


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


*Sigh.* No, Boo, not dead...


Forged from the heart.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


This guy's tryin' to poison us! Kill him!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Attack<br>var 4


A curse? Nay, a cure that leads to the very pinnacle of being:


Bhaal, right? He'll not bother us. He's far too busy using blood as fingerpaint and taking credit for other people's kills.


We must watch this one closely, Isobel. Their motivations are suspect - aye, suspect indeed.


PainOpen<br>var 1


We've been keeping an eye on your exploits, friend - marvellous!


She grew up - grew <i>strong</i>. Challenged him. Filled his heart with such joy it supplanted all sorrow.


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


Oh, it's stopped. Good news for my delicate figure.


<i>We are here - here!</i>


Vos curo!<br>v2


Caveat incantator!


So much for those stones. How're we supposed defeat a <i>Netherbrain?</i>


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


We don't. The Zhentarim work <i>for </i>me. Time was I'd charge the bastards double if I let them into my hall at all, but times change.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


A nice touch.


Another damned mimic.


Just glad I wasn't here when this happened.


No matter - the deal is done, and the sacrifice was made.


This key... The dead shapeshifter back in the tunnels bore one just like it.


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


This is no cavern - this is true darkness. Perhaps Lady Shar will show you a path to her embrace, if you are worthy.


Shadowheart, still. I can't run away from who I was for all this time. Besides, there's something fitting to it - you can't cast a shadow without some light.


The mirror hides. Hides the special thing. Tell it balsam good for wounds. Tell it!


I'll miss Lae'zel. But I guess it was never going to work with that artefact on the line. May she rest in... well, something more exciting than peace. She deserves that much.


Don't anger her, Jen. Just get out. Save yourself.


Bleed them dry.


I am not your nursemaid.


A pity no one did the same for you, all those years ago.


A letter from Orin? Grim tidings, no doubt.


You'll surrender it soon enough, once your last breath escapes you.


I'll kiss it better later.


You've made a grave mistake.


Promises, promises. But I have other business, I'm afraid.


Please - take that foul thing and grind it to dust.


Every day in nature's service is a gift.


Thanks for making it easy, mate.


Ugh, that reeks.


No thank you. Sounds as appealing as milking cottage cheese directly from a geriatric cow.


Go, GO, GO!


Dum vita est, spes est!


Would you accuse a surgeon of robbing a tumour? I think not.


It's an invasion of our bloody rights, having these things leering over everything we do.


The fuck was that?


And yes, I'm sure there's someone out there for you. You should have seen the look Wyll was giving you earlier...


Quod dico face!<br>v3


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


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


That's right, and a lonely job it is, too. When you're the muscle, no one thinks about your heart.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Got you <i>right</i> where we want you. FOR OUR LORD BHAAL!


Hold the flame, keep it burning bright. <i>Show your courage.</i>


Huh. <i>'So sayeth the wise Jhessem.'</i>


When you find the lordling, tell him Orin is watching.


When I kill you, you won't have time to scream.


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


It is polyhedric in shape, inscribed with the sacred runes of our people. It is our queen's, and she shall have it back.


The tadpole is a conduit for that voice, not its origin, and while the Prism protects us, the Absolute cannot reach us.


This curse subverts all that is good in nature.


Let's get you loose.<br>


Get any good scars during the raid?


*A doubtful Wyll catches his breath but says nothing, and your connection fades.*


Be sure to get everything you need. Come tomorrow, I'll be gone.


What's that commotion? Fighting?


There is only one outcome that interests me - killing Ketheric Thorm, and ensuring that it <i>sticks</i> this time.


Collars, caked with blood. A brutal fate for those missing pets.


<i>I thought so too. But that was when I believed it was still an elder brain.</i>


Tu es nihil!<br>v2


Lead the way.


Kill anythin' with horns an' a tail!


Very perceptive. Yes.


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


Just this once.


No.


PainTeeth<br>var 2


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Nothing interesting buried here.


I won't go into quite as much detail in my report, but thank you nonetheless. It's nice to have the full picture.


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


I feel I should warn you that the average goblin foot is host to some two dozen toe-curling diseases.


Hope. The very hook from which these devils try to hang us. I have no answers - for you, or for Wyll.


*The skull says nothing. Perhaps it rests at long last.*


<i>Astarion, bring in your undead!</i>


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I reckon this place is swarming with slavers. I hope you know what you're doing.


Well now - gonna have to take that lying tongue from ya!


The moving stone sings so softly...


We thought you a devil. And with your flames you proved us right.


Argh! Bloody thing.


Locked - and no keyhole. There must be a switch or something hidden around...


I've got your back.<br>


Always a pleasure.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Cutting to the chase.


That lot are swarming all over the bridge. I don't know what they want, but it can't be good.


I know what you did. All those people in the druid's grove - you slaughtered them to a man.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW.


This sword has all kinds of power running through it. Gale, want a look?


You bastard! I should turn your blood to fire.


Don't mind if I do.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


Tempt me.


Es praedae mei!


Back in my day, the Mouth didn't print fluff pieces. You must've done something <i>real</i> special.


What? You're handing me over to <i>them</i>?


Oh, fancy.


Later.


A bleak prospect. But it's a fate that can be avoided if you and I renew our old partnership.


Unless the goblins get in.


A splendid party, I hear - perfect for crashing. Go on up. We'll talk after.


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.


A fair point, though I'll leave the herb-lore to Jord. I was always better at breaking bones than mending them.


Why is it <i>always </i>a mephit?


Careful. I smell an ambush.


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


Victory v3


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


My, aren't you a nervous one! I assure you I'm here to help, not harm.


*An unusually cautious faerie tickle runs across the back of your mind and the edge of your soul.*


Lolth-sworn drow passed by here, but it seems they never returned. Finders, keepers, I say.<br>


I already told you I don't have it. How stupid are you?


Forgive me, I seem to be of two minds and two moods. We'll blame the wine and leave it at that.


Seems the owner of this place is responsible for those explosive stuffed bears in the barn.<br>


And this land proves particularly... fruitful.


Attack Critical<br>var3


I'm nothing without her. Nothing.


Or else, I'll - I'll bite you!


An anvil, forsooth! Thou hast maketh me most fustian.


This place reeks of madness and murder - I can almost feel it in the rotten air.


I... bet you use that line a lot.


Time to press ahead.<br>


There's even some chicken scratch inscription on here, in god knows what language. Though I have seen it somewhere before...


Hah - a fair point. We can only hope the citizens of Baldur's Gate are more open-minded.


I'd mind less if I knew the full story. Never seen a fellow suck the magic-marrow out of an item before.


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


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


Your forces are not insubstantial. Deploy them at the correct moment, and we may yet triumph.


As you wish.


*The stench of rot is a slap to the face. Suddenly she is there. Beside you. Behind you. <i>Inside you.</i>*


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


I'm perfectly fine without that poison, thanks.


But no - there wasn't anyone.  Couldn't risk it. Had to survive. And look - it all worked out.


Let us tread soft and sure as hunting hamsters.


Trade? Why stoop to barter when you have the power to take what you need?


Not in the Foundry...


You must come to me - so I can become myself again.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Hurt Critical<br>var2


*You see nothing you can use. The mercenaries shift impatiently.*


We got company!


With haste.


*Fiends will see the Blade of Avernus and <i>tremble</i>.*


So the tadpole allows us to influence others. How very interesting.


Vampire spawn. One's proven enough, let alone a horde of them.


You've, well, inspired me. I want to stand on my own two feet, to prove that I can be half the bard my teacher was.


Halsin, if I were a druid, what animal do you think I'd be?


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Karlach? Are you all right?


I should be out there, talking with them. In... just a moment, maybe.


Orin thinks Halsin's abduction is an ultimatum to kill Gortash.


Ubi es?


Is that so? Dishonesty towards your superiors is an ill-advised behaviour.


Let's finish this fight first.


Attack Critical<br>var3


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


Wherever you walk, so wet the trousers of evil!


That... won't be necessary. Go ahead.


Assimilate Orpheus, and I will rip off your every limb and bask in your agony!


I got this.


Dad thought that was a load of woo. That gone meant gone, unless you'd struck a deal with one of the gods. Said he had better things to do in life than beg favours off immortals.


Thirsty yet?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Your help is not needed. Your <i>compliance</i> is. So please - account business only.


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


I see.


You don't understand - I worked my <i>entire </i>life to become Lorroakan's apprentice. And you've ruined it - I can't let you get away with this.


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


Gods spare me, why did I think eating a second one was a good idea?


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


When has Astarion ever done anything that isn't in his own self-interest?


Only because I haven't told you how you will benefit.


You're hardly my first, my friend. With a curious mind and a good pair of walking shoes, one makes many an acquaintance.


I don't think so. No one I've met.


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


Well look who snuck in from the shadows.


Botanical samples. Why would a mindflayer study such things?


On the one hand, they're the key to my unlocking eternal power and freedom. On the other...


A clear necessity.


Best avoid that trap.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


We'll need a cover story...


Ah - success.<br>


Lapis root? Saffa? Rare to see these so far north.


Still here, troublemaker? I told you to leave.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


First, we must dispose of the body. What comes next will be... <i>simpler</i> if we don't arouse suspicions.


That... that can't be food. Can it?


<i>The brain is feeling <b>intense </b>emotion.</i>


I don't remember much beyond that. But where these 'Chosen' are concerned, I have a suspicion we're about to know more than we'd like.


If I have to.


Exactly the point, wouldn't you say?


Good work. Thought we had a fight on our hands.


Erm... all right...


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Dad? DAD!


A military fortress, perhaps. An odd sight in these dim caverns.


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. The stones look alive, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


Smart move, sweetness.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


Something's blocking it from the other side.<br>


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


They serve the <i>archdevil </i>Zariel. Biggest liar in all the realms. Seems her servants have picked up some of mummy's tricks.


Really? S'pose it don't matter that somebody already nicked it then.


The cowards found refuge among the desperate. <i>Perfect. </i>


This does not belong to me.


Yeah, thanks to you.


If not - well, we'll soon find out.


That creature's turning your brain into broth, boiling away your memories.


Whether you're getting hammered or getting nailed, we've got the tool for the job.


Serve the Absolute, and you may be chosen.


Yes! Thank you - I'll write your name in the dedication!


A warded door. Better open it gently.


You can try. Maybe the Investigator will listen to you.


Life is a difficult and tumultuous thing. With every smile, a tear often follows. What is Wyll's greatest regret?


I know. But she's not lying. She made me in her image.


Listen to her.


A long while ago, my wretched sibling brought me back. The <i>fairest</i> of Bhaalspawn, soul-bound me to this husk.


Ab uno disce omnes!


Heeheehee!


*The only thing more foolish than trespassing here is getting caught. You're being reported.*


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


You! He said I was gonna be punished, that you'd be the judge. But I didn't mean to hurt anyone!


Voco vineae!<br>v3


The stink of that place might never wash out.


No good ever came from trusting honey-tongued strangers conjured up by illithid worms.


Yes... yes, this is perfect.


Voco flagella!


Someone else got out.


They helped me to eliminate my prey beneath the shadowlands. Prey that you hoped I would never find.


Don't worry about him, he just had one too many, or maybe five.


I'm on my way.


True. You know what would be amazing? A concert - just for the kids. Problem is, it's boring if it's just me playing.


I can't see a thing.


I could use a drink after wandering these ruins.


<i>I'm sorry to report, faithful readers, that the Mermaid's staff do not care...</i>


But fine - if you want to make your own future, have at it. And if you crash and burn, that's on your slimy head.


I imagine you're fairly skilled with your form, too. That would be a sight to behold.


A sorry outcome.


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


I like her. She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety, should the need arise.


The pull of the darkness, the twisted creatures it manifests - you've seen it, right? Felt it? We can end it. Find Thaniel - Halsin knows how.


A Gazette a day keeps the ignorance away!


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


There thou art. The Dead Three. Thy faces, gods. Thy actions barely worthy of the name.


Well. After you.


Who's in charge of the mind flayers, Lae'zel? Is there a squid king or something?


I'd like to escort the killer of Gortash there myself,  but I cannot leave my post.


We don't have time for this, Doni, please!


Fools! Don't you see - the time of Murmath has passed! The Spider Queen awaits us!


Oh, I'm deeply proud of you. A touch less so of myself.


Lord Gortash, dead! Do you know what that means, sweetness?


A dragon. Gods preserve me.


Even though mistress is gone, I promise to be a good dog. No - the BEST dog.


Least it keeps you from talking.


Then we've nothing to discuss, disciple of Vlaakith.


Truly? I might as well go mount the gallows.


That skull. Something is... awakening?


I don't intend to make a habit of conversing with my killer, so I will be brief.


Poor creature. This was no place for it to die.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


No - no this is a trick isn't it?


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


A doppelganger in our camp? That sounds all too believable.


My life's bleeding away. This curse, it's - it's too much.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


I'm still wondering about the dead drow.


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


I'm not here. Speak to the captain. Let's see how well she handles <i>this</i>.


We can't stay here, though. Baldur's Gate will always have Cazador's shadow hanging over it.


Buff


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


No need to go running off telling tales to guards - they don't appreciate our creativity. But the folk who don't go hungry appreciate us plenty.


Too heavy to move.


Marri.


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


*Can the Heretic Prince really be such a threat to your queen's rule? He is a prisoner, shackled, impotent.*


Besides, you have bigger problems.


Demento te!


Once-in-a-lifetime sight, that.


Found the forge. And to think people say size doesn't matter.


Refugees, adventurers, and even a duergar! No one in years and suddenly we're overwhelmed.


Part of me thought it was too good to be true, but the greater part decided to trust my old friend. I should have known it wouldn't be so easy.


Broadsheet's rather dull today. Don't suppose you've learnt anything... juicier, of late, Carys?


This trunk's rotten; shouldn't put too much weight on it.


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


Don't get me wrong - the book intrigued me. In all the right ways.


Hm?


We don't want to play with you, <i>k'chakhi</i>!


Snore
zzZzz
v2


I hope so. But I won't turn my back on the past - it made me who am I today.


Ugh. What else was to be expected, disturbing the graves of the dead?


*You tried your best, but hear the unmistakable sound of your cell calling...*


Why fight when you can <i>run</i>...


Let's get this over with.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Morbidus!


And Umberlee will carry her safely to the Deep Wilds.


Might as well.


I don't hear the Emperor. It can't reach us here, I guess.<br>


No. I'd probably just break your jaw for asking.


I'm pissed. I'm grateful. Gods! If I can't change your mind, I suppose I can only say... thank you.


We are servants of the one true <i>god</i>, not mercenaries.


Looks like Benryn's wife.


What? I've obviously thought about it! If I was the one who completed the ritual, I'd have such power. And I could walk in the sun without fear I'd turn into a mind flayer.


Easy! He's with me.


Unfortunately I was unable to stop what befell us, as neither elf nor wolf.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Close Mouth Effort v6


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


It better be around here somewhere.


*The jagged script is definitely Infernal, the language of the Hells, but you can't make out its meaning.*


We must find the necromancer, and claim what he seeks. Or destroy it.


Yeah. He did save us, after all.


Don't want to think about why my eye is itching.


Come on. Up.


I sure wouldn't want to be one of the Flaming Fists - they've got the shittiest job in town. Believe me, I know something about knocking heads together.


I've got something special for you.


We can't leave her be. Who knows how many lives she might take?


*Your mind is blissfully free of illithid infection. Your presence is therefore undesired.*


...There's something else, almost hidden by your fear-stink... cherries, musk... and <i>sulphur</i>.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Why should he? She's a blasted traitor, no two ways about it. One of those Absolute cultists.


Now come - our work isn't done yet.


It's useless without a flame.


*Private residence of Oliver Tefoco. If I'm not here, I'm waiting to greet you downstairs at Beehive Goods and Wares!*


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


That hyena will be back. And it won't be alone.


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


The Ironhand Gnomes thank you - your sacrifice will be remembered.


Of course they did - that's the problem! Or part of it.


This must have belonged to Lenore's dog. Definitely magical, too.


Rope. I need rope.


Be we predator or prey?


<i>Has he, now? Then the latest update I sent did not arrive? </i>


You're leaving?


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


Let's use this.


Pulchrior!


Kill her.


Dying Burning<br>v4


The Mother Superior succumbed to her own ambitions. She strayed from Lady Shar's embrace.


All right, fine.


I like the sound of that.


It's our chest now. We can do whatever we want with it.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


I've no objection to being nice, of course. Once I have the power to bend others to my will.


Now the General's advisor is back, we can get moving. Praise Her bloody name.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Looks as though the homeowner's up to no good - I only hope no one gets hurt.


Nothing but brains. Food for mind flayers, I suppose.


These glyphs look familiar - they were in 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


Githyanki scholars study <i>ghaik</i> devices closely. They even incorporate their findings into our own machines and magic.


I warned the Temple of exactly this. <i>Exactly </i>this.


See the toys, Boo! Minsc would play, if they did not snap like twigs and make the children sob so.<br>


Not quite yet, love. Let's wait until they're asleep.


We're leaving.


Careful - she obviously sees your kindness as weakness. Don't let her take advantage.


You showed a grieving child the ways of necromancy. Leave these hallowed grounds now. May Kelemvor have mercy on your soul.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Nothing. There must be another trigger.


They failed to pay tribute. We should withdraw our protection, at the very least.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Tenebra!


Florrick's going to be hung?... Hanged?... Either way, it doesn't sound good.


Inveniam viam!


One last gust of Weave. One last gale to end them all.


It would have been a mercy - at least I'd have been spared this drivel.


Die, illithid harbourer!


They won't move. Marcus' secrets must remain just that.


So I start creeping 'round.


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


They got Astarion, damn it. He's probably back at Cazador's palace already.


DIE.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


To be free of Shar? To end my parents' suffering and show them it wasn't all in vain?


Laughter Maniacal


Best be on my way.


If Nettie can't help you, you'll need to go to Baldur's Gate - and you'll face the same threats as us along the way.


I'm awake! Mostly.


Ah, but it is a fine thing to walk with friends beneath the warming sun!


Fronti nulla fides!


What do you mean, you don't remember? It <i>just </i>happened!


My story has been eternities in the making. Were I to recount it, you would return to dust before I finished the first sentence.


This place brings back the worst memories. It's like being kidnapped all over again.


Ahem. Clause Z, Section Thirteen: 'Should promised soul refuse obeyance or neglect duty, the pact-holder shall cast the promised into Avernus as a lemure.'


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


Bah! Nothing even approaching a useful thought in that skull. I ought to just kill you...


The search continues and continues.


To Avernus? The land of lost souls...? I cannot. There are people who depend on me now.


Really good pants though, ain't they? I thought so anyhow.


Twit, twat, twerp.


Let's turn the tables.


I thought we were going to see some real sparks fly between Wyll and Karlach.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Your future is our future. Stop Ketheric, and you may find the cure to that parasite in your head.


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


Fiat lux!<br>v2


We both fight evil, wherever it is found. The who and where are less important than the hamsters you meet along the way.


Up you get.<br>


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


For a moment there, I'd swear I caught the stench of Auntie Ethel on the air...


That was a good one!


That is why you make for such <i>delightful</i> company.


You can make it painless. Not everyone will.


Fortunately, the Zhentarim stopped threatening to break my fingers when they realised it would be bad for business.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Hush now, Voss. These guests may not know it yet, but they want the same thing that you do.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Beldron - I was so worried! Did Nere hurt you?


C'mon...


Blonde lager - the old reliable. She doesn't need to pretend - she knows who she is.


Wonder what's past this.


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Voco nubes!


We are stronger together.


*You try to think of something else but it's no good.*


These footprints started in the sewers.


Ugh.


The Librarian does this thing with her whip where you're on all fours, and -


Striking, I bet. Lazy gits. Wish I could go on strike.


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


Wait - this is a lamp. A <i>djinni's</i> lamp.


...Where's Marcus?


Corellon's star! That is <i>grotesque</i>.


Thought you would. True Souls don't abandon their own.


We will find you, Astarion! AND BOO WILL BRING A SUNFLOWER!


Umberlee smiles on us all! Thank you for enacting her blessed vengeance - may the tides crush his bones to sand.


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


Only joking! He's just a surly bastard - we call him Fishbait 'cos of the smell.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


We're good folk around here - don't need to be seen associating with the likes of you. On your way.


Over here!


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


The last spawn who tried was sunk into the cobblestones and left for the sun to find. I had an unfortunate taste for theatrics, in my youth.


Giant mushrooms? I've never seen anything like them.


*Gold may have made your problem go away this time, but next time you won't be so lucky.*


Quod dico face!


CoughIll<br>var 2


No prayers needed. On my way.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


Stay alert - that's a trap.


It's no use. Can't reach him like this.


Smile, and I'll come to you when you put your head down to rest. I will sate your most forbidden lusts.


There are few sensations that can't be indulged in Raphael's boudoir. I'm not permitted to enter, but I know a secret way inside.


Ira et dolor!


What do you do when the person you want to run to is the one who broke your heart?


A curious discovery, this place. This city builds and builds upon itself, until it forgets its own secrets.


Who's the <i>hoon</i> - friend of Nere's? Or you ploughin' drow now?


    ---spare me--    -join me---
-wield me----
    ----BECOME ABSOLUTE-----


At once.


I'll help you practice if you like. I won't hurt you. Much.


Doesn't matter... nothing matters... without... baby girl...


Luckily, you have a way out. Find the contract, destroy it, and all's well. You need to get to the House of Hope - Raphael's abode.


Pretty little key - identical to the one I took from the shapeshifter in the temple tunnels.


Jaheira? Can't say I know the name.


I'll rip that smarmy tongue out of your head.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Es praedae mei!


Follow its path to the wyrm. Or do not, and let the Coast be drowned in blood.


I had hoped you would shun Bhaal's overtures... but those hopes are dashed. To be a vessel for murder itself? I can think of few things less natural.


Behold, one of Cazador's cheapest tricks: an illusionary wall.


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


You serve General Thorm. A soldier does not question orders, or choose whether to accept them.


You do not wish to irritate me - or the one I serve.


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


I take no pleasure in what I must do. In another life, I would have taken you as my consort in Menzoberranzan.


These must have been the tunnels Father Lorgan used. His name is here - someone was spying upon him.


I will make them perfect! Pages crisp with lines and letters. I will make them beautiful for him, I promise. I <i>promise</i>.


*Necromantic power flows from the pages of the book. There is nothing more for you here.*


Heh. Lord Rabies.<br>


I'd rather be stuck together, honestly.<br>


Harpers - attack!


Why tame a wild horse when it's so close to breaking its own spirit?


A perfect sanctum for rats - the literal and metaphorical sort.


Try to do better.


I was powerless to stop myself. Their screams. Her laughter. It's all I can hear. I do not deserve to see the sun again.


Doesn't matter. The fight will come to us, no matter what he says.


A fine opponent, this Halsin - my bloodthirst is whet!


Darling, we have a customer! Ahem. Is your camp drab? Dreary? Then you have come to the right place!


My tadpole's squirming like it's excited... or scared.


Gustas dulcis!


Hells. It's her - Karlach, the archdevil's servant. We must rest in camp. It's time she had her due.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


I've got butterflies.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


<i>You </i>must open the door.


Thank you, Auntie - thank you for making me beautiful.


What just happened?


PainOpen<br>var 1


Venustior!


A welcome reprieve.


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


What if I gave<i> you</i> my break? Can I go back to selling gazettes then?


Now you need my help.<br>


As long as I keep channelling her power, this inn stays un-cursed. A defence to your offence.


You listening?


*Helm the Watcher is a guardian god dedicated to the preservation of order. Many turn to him in troubled times.*


Impero te!


Time to get going.


But you may still be effective, even in your diminished state, and we have precious few allies in this battle.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


I won't let them take you.


There is no greater or lesser, there is only evil. And it stands before me.


Not an option. Even if Isobel were willing, the inn would not survive without her.


*You recall stories of the Ironhand Gnomes - a talented group of inventors who were banished from Baldur's Gate.*


Should get started.


Looks like necromancy - smells like it too. Turning people into undead.


Wait! Godey has the key. Godey can give it to you.


Wise. Healthy suspicion can prove to be the finest armour.


Curious setup. Think I'll keep my distance.


Her body's not even cold and you're questioning her faith?


Look at all this mucus. Wonder if <i>our </i>nautiloid came from down here.


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


*Her gaze intensifies. Your breath quickens, and your heart skips a beat.*


I'd never presume to comment - only advise.


This is the voice they have given me. To better speak to your kind without breaking you.


I'd sooner split a skull, but as you wish.


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


So you say. Yet you share their infernal blood.


Yes, Wyll. They have your father.


Effort v7


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Something the matter?


Time to do your part, Mizora!


*North - Last Light Inn
South - Risen Road
West - Reithwin Town*


No time to lose.


Now don't you dare stop.


We're still workin' on him.


Effort v10


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Argh! It's screeching for help!


Athkatla - the capital of Amn. And one of the richest cities in the world. I wouldn't mind visiting some day...


Halsin doth now live in the earth that he so loved. His body ample food for plants and animals.


As you say, Z'rell.


Gods, my head is pounding.


<i>Once we see sunlight, the dawn of a day...</i>


So much shadow around us. To think I almost missed the light.


If you bring whatever you find to me, I'll take it from there. I'm a necromancer after all - and I do so love a challenge.


It was touch-and-go for a while...


Here's a tip - latest Baldur's Mouth edition? Dynamite. That Lord Gortash...


A fine and heroic likeness, though you lack a noble rodent on your shoulder. No. It's fine. Boo is not offended.


No, she's right.


Aye, well. Might be you should've, yeah?


Listen, I need to speak to you. It would be unconscionable of me to remain silent.


Yeah. It's all... green. Why do druids store tree muck inside?


Hope they cut him down quick before he saw we were gone.


I still can't believe he left you in charge of the shop.


That doesn't look good.<br>


I'm pretending to be a dog. Everyone likes dogs!


Orin is too proud of her own handiwork to linger in your shadow. The vain don't like to be upstaged.


Too much dust to be a new outpost. I wonder why my brethren abandoned this place.


<i>He was always a little monster. Nasty to the core. He would've torn me and Dravo apart with his whining, his demands, the never-ending racket of him!</i>


The forge is ready. Let the games begin.


This is more than a fable - it's an affront to the Undying Queen Vlaakith. Gith's son died to Voss' blade. <i>Orpheus is no more.</i>


What is that?


Blasted fog is everywhere.


'Vlaakith's mercy is as rare as the disciple who earns it.'


Never wanted the easy path.


No doubt, in the context of aeons of torture, it seems a small ask. But, of course, he does not realise what else we might have to offer.


Cazador would have used his power to prey on the city. If you say you will be its protector, instead - I plan to hold you to that standard.


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


A dead tiefling. Arabella's father, no doubt. The horror of his end I daren't contemplate.


A good opportunity.


Guess you're not all bad. Give it here and I'll make sure it's kept safely with the other donations.


How long have I been down here?


That was <i>close.</i>


Old corpses - <i>very </i>old.


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


You haven't felt like prey in many moons, Araj...


It's always the ones you least suspect.


NO - NO NO. YOU MUST PAY.


Lest my old bones creak.


I won't go on without you.<br>


Make him mortal, so we can make him bleed.


As if could ever refuse you.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


No. You've already brought me to what I need. My family. My <i>real </i>family.


Hurt Critical


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


Look at it, crawling and sniffing and rooting around in the filth. Is it my Netherstone you seek, little piggy?


Doesn't work.


Pah. I was unlucky twice. The odds of it happening again are very slim.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


I've sent birds to find him, but the place is rotten with goblins. And if my birds can't get close, what chance do I have?


That was a fiery one, mate - nearly singed my pits!


Volo non fugia!


The feeling is more than mutual. Now: you must rest. And in the morning, we must get that engine of yours fixed. The moment I am able to touch you will be... memorable. For us both, I hope.


He fell... but that was not the end...


Let's make the most of this.


Baretha, see that her skull is split and the tadpole crushed. Then examine her corpse. I will take word to the Undying Queen.


Can't carry all this...<br>


*Z'rell's mind is a steel trap - sharp, strong, and ready to clamp down on anything that intrudes. There's no way in.*


Where the hells are we?


I will try to make it swift.<br>


Obedi me!<br>v3


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Killed and left for scavengers. What a waste.


What a mess. Well, at least you've met my family now.


He must have returned to the grove.


In that case, you are most welcome. Lord Gortash will want to see you immediately.


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


Impero mortuos!


I'll take that as a compliment.


I can imagine.


This might sting. Whatever.


He is no more. Wise, perhaps. Could we ever have truly turned our backs on him?


The dwarf mentioned somewhere called 'Candulhallow's Tombstones'.


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


Not everyone is comfortable being alone with their thoughts. Though I never felt alone with a book in my hand. Or with her for company.


You got a bloody <i>rotflower </i>for company? Must've let it get in your head. My axe'll fix that in no time...


Taking position!


Argh! I am sorry, Boo. I will stop up my clumsy mouth and would tear out my hair if any remained!


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Excuse me? Did you not hear anything I just said? They're gone.


Ah. Perhaps I went a little far.


We're compromised. Out! Everyone, out!


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


You don't realise how much your life is choking you until you can breathe again.


No tadpoles in this brine pool.


I was not here to guide them. Now they rest forever, while I carry the weight of my failings.


Recovered


And you'll have me. I'll learn everything I can about the tower in the meantime - even if I have to rip this place apart.


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


The boat calls. The thought of leaving the comfort of stone makes my heart pound - but I have no choice.


Thank you. Sincerely.


<i>Is this really something you would be willing to accept?</i>


Say your prayers, dwarf. If any god listens to you.


Recovered <br>V2


I didn't want to fight. I wanted you to see reason. A foolish notion, clearly.


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


Art thou certain?


If you have an alternative in mind, please do propose it.


Thoroughly pilfered already.


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


The whole place is infested. There might be more blade-work ahead...


Darkness guide me.


Ex nihilo!


No - please -


Could mean anything.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Ah. That did it.


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


The ship won't be able to take another dragon attack. We need to get out before it's too late.


Our baby's gone. There could <i>never </i>be a point.


An elf sailor with a dragon. They look positively cosy together.


Bested by simple vampire spawn, our companion snatched like a rattle from a babe.


Oh, I didn't realise who I was asking! Please, please don't hurt us.


True, I suppose. But you have something out there that you didn't, in your last house.


Effort v2


What should I bite, sir?


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - Ravengard's son, for example - is a different matter.


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


You saw it. The cult fell on my friends, and took their faces. All because Jaheira sent us searching for <i>him.</i>


Why are you smiling at me?


I... erm...


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Perhaps. I can't speak to the qualities of Mystra, but I can <i>certainly</i> speak to those of her servant.


Softer than a whisper.


... they could flatten the whole of the Sword Coast.


Ho! How desperate is the cur, that he calls on a helper?


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Aha. I see you don't trust journalists. Can't say I blame you.


W-wha? Quick, get 'em!


Attack<br>var 2


I must be brief: if you intend to reach Moonrise, no torch nor blessing will fully guard you.


A shame Voss won't be there to see the righteous carnage.


*After all, you have not been turned <i>good</i>.*


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I am sure you do. It is a fine thing to build a future with somebody who does not know their past.


It's done.


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


This leads to Waterdeep. Second only to Candlekeep as a scholar's paradise...


Invoco te!<br>v3


*Then a light, sharper than the truest blade, brighter than a star. It fills you with awe, forcing you to your knees.*


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


...but we shall try.


Without delay.


But he didn't. He couldn't. You're too strong.


Oi, stop a moment!


Now you see me...


Entrance to an ancient temple. General's orders, Nere said. Must contain somethin' important.


Thralls don't make demands. But you're no thrall, are you?


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Well met! I am a magical projection of Gale of Waterdeep, and if you see this manifestation, that means I have prematurely perished.


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


Quite bold of you to flaunt your Shar worship so openly. I hear that's <i>ill-advised.</i>


Tu es nihil!


Attack Critical<br>var3


Nothing like a good singeing to teach us the perils of dabbling with magic we don't understand. And the wisdom of stepping aside for those who do.


This curse shrouds everything in shadow - you will not find life, light, or anything natural there.


I'm on my way.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


<i>Bravery? </i>No. When it gets you killed, it's just called stupidity.


Butcher's stronger than you, meat.


Are you a friend of my husband, perhaps?


*Already you feel the orb straining against the confines of Elminster's spell. It will not hold forever. How will you spend the time that you have left?*


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


You are honoured to serve a cause - a <i>god</i>. You will earn Her love, and the power that flows from that love.


A Watcher collapsed right in front of me! What is going <i>on</i>?  I thought they were supposed to be, you know - unbreakable or something.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Hold your tongues in General Thorm's presence.


Oh, fancy.


Your tadpole's stasis is a most curious area of study. I will have much to share with Omeluum upon its return.


How your sickness misdirects you! Blinded by luminous eyes. What say you to this, dear sisters?


Nulla salus!<br>v2


It's a trap!


Fist: to work.


You'll be stronger than ever.


Wish it could've been avoided. It was pretty beautiful.


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


Aww.


<i>Hero</i>. That could be confused for <i>istik </i>sentimentality.


No! Bite!


Watch it!


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


Ketheric is vulnerable now. We should hasten to Moonrise, lest our angelic friend kills him before we have a chance to.


Hey, you!


Doesn't do anything.


Dalyria...


What! Giant rats! No, I do not believe it, giant rats is silly.


We have business in the city. Same as you, by the looks of things. Nice forge you have here.


From the Underdark to a hag's lair? Like jumping from a pot into boiling oil.


*The druids will not stand by while you abscond with their idol. Your next move will decide your fate.*


A taste of goblins to come, I fear. There must be a horde nearby.


Where did he go...?


I won't fail you.


I can't take much more...


It's hopeless. Silvanus' will holds these vines in place.


Then I suppose we'll just see what happens.


Careful, it's unsteady - NOO!


Attack<br>var 3


Apart from my pod, remember? I'm grateful for the effort, but you should save your strength.


Don't be. He's charming enough, well-read and well-groomed. You could end up with worse specimens at your side.


And away I go.


You <i>made</i> me do that... didn't have no choice, did I?


The master's holding a Black Mass. That's where he'll ascend, and we'll get to live again.


Then we ain't got nothin' to talk about, do we?


People will help. You'll see.


Boo has no time for a rousing speech. Try this instead!


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Let us hie us to his chambers, his lair, when morning breaks. We will see him undone in the style of the dead, unburied Ketheric Thorm.


As thou desire.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


A match made... not quite in heaven, but close enough.


'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' An instruction these corpses took literally.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Not if Shadowheart doesn't wish for it. She helped me be true to myself - I will not begrudge her for doing the same... even if it displeases Lady Shar.


RAGH!


<i>Tsk'va</i> - what is this?


Aww, look who's all grown up.


Hells, it's all coming down!


Caeco te!


Let's see.


Who are you? Some thug here to do that stuffed shirt's dirty work?


Oh, no. I provided the refreshments. You can supply the entertainment.


Effort


I was looking. For mum and pops. When Zevlor - when he -


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Breaking into druid chambers to steal a sacred relic? Oh, she sounds like <i>fun</i>.


<i>Gone? </i>Just like that?


More pigeon remains. Headed for the Open Hand temple, by the look of it.


What was that?!


Really? But she said... all right. Here. I guess.


I should never have left Cloakwood.


Pleasure doing business with you. Now bugger off.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


Yet another reason to put an end to all of this.


Now, I believe this is the moment where I should get to my point, so to speak.


Good. Reckon the gnomes are key to busting Nere out.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


Nothing interesting buried here.


A magic incantation. One that can turn an individual into a horde...


What darkness has fallen upon us.


Wonder if he's a wizard too. He's certainly got the beardliness for it.


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


It's calling its pack!


My friends are trapped in Moonrise, and I'm just... sitting here.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


I was eight and you magicked up a kitten. How was I supposed to know it was made of <i>fire?</i>


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


You're right. I need to go check out that blast.


Ha! No, I've seen enough blades in my time.


Don't matter. The master needs all seven of us for the ritual.


That wall's barely holding together.


Snatched beneath my very nose. Astarion's bound for Cazador's palace, no doubt.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Falling


Go and meddle with something else you shouldn't be meddling with.


Now's my chance - I need to get Vanra out.


So long as it does indeed benefit us.


CoughIll<br>var 3


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


DID YOU EXPECT TO BREAK THEM WITH YOUR THICK SKULL?


*Your confession is accepted. You can take comfort in dying with your conscience clean.*


Any cure starts with understanding the disease.


This should help.


I would agree. But patience is needed.


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


Mors certa!<br>v3


Hold, and listen.<br>


Butcher's stronger than you, meat.


Why do you seek to reason with me?


Hurt Critical


I will not lose. I cannot lose!


Danthelon's Dancing Axe. This is the Harpers' gathering place.


Do you wish to speak of love, little one? For Zethino is here to help - always.


Just get away from me.


Master weapons? The blueprints can't be far.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Something about that blade seems familiar...


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Oh yeah, the cheese and ale festival a few years back. Some <i>very</i> funky cheese.


No. It was everything.


Removing the head, to stay the subject's tongue even in death. None guards their secrets more savagely than a Sharran.


It's surprisingly heavy. Style over practicality, I suppose.


Effort v3


Vae victis!<br>v3


This current crisis has him so busy he's barely been home since he met you.


Isobel? Ketheric's daughter, no doubt. Let's hope the apple fell far from the twisted, cursed tree.


That same ship was at Moonrise Towers, if I'm not mistaken.<br>


I don't know how else I can explain the imperative nature of this issue. You can't simply dismiss it.


When I came to investigate, they invited me to stay. Rather permanently.


Remember - stay near the centre of the group, all right? No wandering off.


Bet you need a hand.<br>


A pixie. Adorable little thing, isn't she?


This lake of blood again. It's even bigger up close.


I'll hold this floor to ensure no one can escape the tower. You must press on, and find Ketheric Thorm.


I can't thin the broth much more than this.


I used to <i>be </i>that little runt. And anyway, he seems like a good kid. Let's make sure he gets to the city safely.


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


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


Darling duke discovered dead! City in disarray!


Resisto ignem!


Guess you can't have it all. To be honest, a fire, a bit of nature, and a bedroll of my own is more than enough - more than I thought I'd ever have.


A concealing spell, is it? Still, this is the book the dead drow mentioned.


I will save him for you. We can peel his corpse together, once the Banite is dead.


*Sniff.* Huh. *Sniff.* *SNIFF.*


<i>Tsk'va!</i> Best to watch my step.


I won't fail you.


Coinmaiden guard your coffers.


Long live Lord Gortash and the Steel Watch!


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Sschindylryn's shithouse - you see it? Cock-stench had a wriggler in his skull. All the more reason to clear out.


Ew, gods, I do not want whatever's inside that guy all over me.


He and his love scour tomes and ancient texts, seeking a way to return him to the light. Their search hath bourne no fruit yet, but they hunt on.


Too late for Dhourn.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Hm. Perhaps it would have been more honest to shake them by the ankles.