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


I'm the only one showing proper, <i>sober</i> respect.


Let's see what this does.


A pint of... wine?


My love, stuck with this ticking time bomb in your chest. It's nothing short of a tragedy.


...I stood too close to the fire and burned my arse.


You don't have the pocket money for that.


Luskan, City of Sails, at the far north of the Sword Coast, in the shadow of the Spine of the World.


*You realise she is miming putting on face-paints - she has them to sell.*


An inquisitor can do far, far more than that. You'll see.


*Killing the drow here would spare them, but it might be better to face her warband at the grove itself, on familiar ground.*


Hold still - you are almost as twitchy as Boo!


Balduran's breath, a lava elemental. It's stirred up the lake something fierce.


So I'd suggest you just stick to business, yeah?


Hear me.


A shame. You could have taken what you needed from them. They are easily controlled.


How about I chop off your pecker?


Search these corpses for a map. And beware the skies. <i>We are watched.</i>


Wyll, by the living gods! I couldn't have asked for a finer saviour.


But no luck getting in so far.


Very well.<br>


I'm in the right here! Strong drink qualifies as contraband - even thin piddle like Baalor's Ale.


What do we have here?


You brought her back - you brought back my sweet sweet girl.


No, not like that. I don't want to join them, I want to <i>better </i>them. A god's powers, paired with a mortal conscience, a mortal heart.


You are hardly worth it.


Please stop distracting me, I might miss the call for my appointment!


'Tensions'? That's putting it mildly.


I don't know what you mean. The shadows must be making your head go funny.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Toobin... only Toobin knows...


Don't bleed out on me.


<i>The Crown, up ahead - time to cast the spell again, and break its will.</i>


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


Tonitrus!


<i>Bombs away!</i>


I can feel the brain... feel its weight in my head... I'm close...


Fiat lux!<br>v2


Given his condition, I am willing to refund Oskar's original fee. But the Torch of Revocation is what you require to help him.


It'll be nice to be back on soup duty. People really smile at you when they get hot soup.


Yes?


Better to put the debtor's attire back on. It keeps the locals quiet.


Can't afford to stay idle.<br>


In such environs, their efficiency is to be admired. Nothing goes to waste.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


Before me, you had no purpose in this world.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


No time to chat, mate, sorry. Since Gortash donated this printing machine, we've had ridiculous volume to shift.


<i>Veterans of the Hells - to arms! </i>


Vlaakith requires everything of her children. Think of how many bruises you've inflicted, how much blood you've drawn in the Undying Queen's name.


Evanesco!


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


His suffering's at an end. Truth be told, I'll miss that mad bastard.


Hells take that Bhaal-freak. She would've bled the whole world just for the fun of it.


Resisto venenum!


Will your love conquer all, or conquer you?


Hells. Arabella's father's met a most unpleasant end.


Can't feel anything anymore...


Just another crate.


How'd you even get that way?


And my father... I heard what happened - what he'd become.


Dribbles' head, cut clean off. Someone saved their sharpest blade for the occasion.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Then 'e lifts up this mace. With his <i>other </i>arm.


I seen flumphs an' owlbears an' squiddies. But never seen nothin' like you.


Flesh?


We need something to get rid of these shadows.


Hells, this isn't worth it. I'm out of here.


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


Evil might be turned to virtuous ends. Like hoisting a goblin by the toes so that you might use him to club another, larger goblin.


Not the redcaps. Oh, please - not again.


Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW.


Hag can't have gone far.


Diminuo te!


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


Not trouble! Show you!


We see shadows, they get darker...
But our hiding place is brighter...


No time for mercy.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Hardly the place, darling.


That doesn't look comfortable.


He ruled the Iron Throne - a dark tower hiding a darker secret. It was the front for a deadly arms-dealing network.


Loudest near kitchen, but Mig banned. Not allowed to pet gnolls.


<i>Kith'rak. </i>We must speak!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*Selûne did call forth the moon and the stars; Shar cloaked them in shadow to cover our scars.*


Nonsense. The girl was timid as a mouse, and hardly more dangerous.


It is time you finally lend me your skills. We may locate this crèche together, and be purified.


Study it, of course. Your kind have been a source of great debate in the Society's circles in recent months.


Those students are under his spell - makes them more dangerous for us.


What's done is done. No sense delaying further.


It is a spot that will not scrub out.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


You won't be hurting for long.


Free for the taking.<br>


Seems it is closely guarded. And this so-called 'hot hammer' is key to its destruction.


The Oak Father watches, always.


Those boots looked special. Something for later, perhaps?


Help! Get me out of this thing before the whole building collapses!


As long as we're here, as long as Cazador's alive, we're - stuck.


Flowers blooming in darkness - the sign the musky bear-fellow mentioned.


*You remember a Sharran maxim: 'Go forth and sow doubt, but do not compel it - for only the willing may know the Lady's embrace.'*


What is this bright tower? Strange.


Aye. Feels like something down here has them excited... or scared.


Dolor!


Since Dad died he thinks he's cock of the bloody walk. That I<i> </i>should give up my shop and work for 'family business'. For <i>him</i>. Dick.


But you: look how the succour of Shar eludes even you, one who walks faithfully in her shadow. See how painfully present you remain...


Who is this? Some worthless imitator, no doubt. A forgery.


Drunk <br>V4


Hurts... it hur-hur-hur-ha-ha-ha...


Remember. I am always here for you.


Mr Highberry, you're a lucky man.


I've always wanted a vicious killer as a pet.


Tread carefully. That telepathic storm is now a tempest.


Damn this fog.


And what prize do the spirits wish me to offer? Ah, yes. Take the Torch of Revocation. A generous reward for such a menial service.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


*A hero's life won't be an easy one, of course. You'll have to face down every beast, fiend, and lunatic out there, all while dodging assassination attempts, plots, and intrigue.*


*Having a mind of your own <i>should </i>be an advantage, but it seems they'd rather talk to someone harbouring a parasite.*


Go for the neck, Boo!


Let's move!


Cuckles


The truth is... well, it's a long story. And I'll tell it, but -


Nobody forced him to go with us - he insisted. And when things got tough, he couldn't keep up. Simple as that.


Next blow's gonna <i>hurt.</i>


I wasn't his only spawn. And he tortured us all - I imagine each of us are carrying a piece of this infernal contract.


Add a little bite.


I...


That vessel contains a parasite. You should take it.


Still blocked - but should be easy enough to clear.


It worked! Halsin's in the Shadowfell now.


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Do really well and who knows? Maybe the Absolute'll have space for you in Her ranks.


Yes dear, I can see that you killed her. But <i>why </i>did you kill her?


The Absolute? They follow the same god as that wretched goblin, Sazza.


Some power for the taking.


This is no ordinary dragon.


Ah how cute. You tried that last time too.


Gods be damned, I'm going to fuck you <i>good.</i>


I hope not. Good hearts deserve long lives.


Hey! Something's moved. Just have to find out where.


*Perhaps you're innocent after all. This won't go any further.*


Father, are you watching?


I won't pretend he's an altruist. But he's looked at the balance sheet - no world, no souls.


Look, I'm sure upright citizens like you disapprove of my business, but it's <i>my </i>business, and I'll thank you to leave it to me.


Dying Burning


Boo has been speaking to a certain squirrel-friend who frequents our camp, Halsin.


Ohhh, someone's confident, aren't they? Be careful, sweetie. How's that saying go...


This is Lady Shar's will. It must be.


I'll blame that trick on simple curiosity. This time.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


To kill Ketheric Thorm.


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


Gods, this is totally obnoxious. But I guess I'd better just keep my lips sewn shut, eh?


Elegant, decadent, and oh-so dangerous. I know your bliss:


Incende!


I really didn't expect the affair to last between the two of you, Lae'zel. Is it getting to be something more?


Don't fancy following that leggy nutter again.


She is the blood-bringer. She is murder.


I know how it goes with vampires and their spawn, Astarion. You can no more deny your hunger than a cat can deny its curiosity.


You should be more careful.


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


My Lord. We have a guest.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Aridissimus!


This is where it gets <i>good</i>.


Oh dear, oh dear.


I hate that it's come to this, but I'll pay a hoard of gold to whoever scuppers her. Permanently.


Do not mourn Astarion. The Gur are known to be a just and righteous people among the Rashemaar.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Come closer, child. Let me help you.


No. I mean - yes.


You think he's ever kept a promise? He will never let us be free... You all know that.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Unreal god... unheard of... spread like a plague...


To arms - we've got trouble!


Odd.


It looks like our merchant friend's the one who's been putting explosives in teddy bears.


Rested enough. Now - forward.


Oh, perish the thought they overhear a little <i>honesty</i> once in their short lives -


*Delirium... mania... laughter. His mind broke before the end, and he was laughing uncontrollably as the skin fell from his face.*


Cannot allow...? This is my mistress' will - my life's purpose!


SmileClosed<br>var 1


A bed made of severed heads? That can't be good for your back.


I can't quite describe it, the need I sometimes feel to see her - to draw the filaments of fantasy into existence.


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


I can't imagine how Astarion must be feeling. The terms of your own condemnation carved into your skin... A monster's actions. And monsters do not deserve such power as that ritual promised.


SmileOpen<br>var 5


Must there? You wouldn't expect a wolf and a deer to find a way to work together.


Have you back on your feet soon.


Bene curatur!


Vos curo!


Thank you, for trying to help us. I'm sure Thaniel would feel the same - wherever he is now.


A hero of legend, passing the figurative torch on to us.


Fake.


It isn't you I answer to, Gortash.


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


Now move. You're hogging my air.


I am sovereign of the Astral Plane, Queen Regent of the City of Death. You could ask any question, yet you choose only the obvious.


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


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


Closed Mouth Effort v12


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


Blood... hurts...


And the best way to do that is to serve General Thorm. I have a mission for you.


Leave the Nightsong to me.


<i>This</i> is what Marcus buried? A dead Flaming Fist?


Not in my good horn!


Voco potentia!<br>v2


<i>It knows what you will do, it knows everything you could possibly do. You cannot outmanoeuvre it.</i>


Got it! Looks like it might belong to the Counting House...


I must admit it brings me pleasure to baptise an Unholy Assassin in your presence, <i>noble</i> heroes.


What else? The Guildhall is still standing, even if Nine-Fingers isn't. Just means there's a chair to be filled.


You haven't told them? And you've kept your clothes on this whole time? How unlike you.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


That cage won't last!


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


I have one person who trusts me completely. That's enough for me.


<i>Formerly </i>nice neighbourhood. Now back off, honey.


Nearly out - just a bit further!


I've got an idea...


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


Not now. I'm busy.


Hag can't have gone far.


<i>Everyone.</i> Keep watch, and ensure that nobody passes.


Oh. Are those worse than hogboglins?


And when my corpse is being picked at by dogs, I suppose it won't be your problem then either?


It's big, but still young. Heavens help the hunter if its mother caught them.


One thing only: he gave the strictest instructions that this letter was for your eyes only.


Dying Burning<br>v4


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


I REQUIRE MORE!


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


I'll get you right in no time.


Which worg upchucked you?


Te video!<br>v2


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


An interesting technique, but all right.


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


*Left alone, its corruption will leak and spread. You could nullify it, preventing such harm as Mystra would want. Or you could absorb it, tasting Shar's forbidden magic for yourself.*


Smoke. Something's burning.


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


Business we can't be about 'til them fools are done with their speechin'.


We really should've planted that herb garden, you know.


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


Viconia - to battle!


I <i>gave</i> you time - and yet here you stand, with only whinging to show for it.


Gods, what a mess.


Now you need my help.<br>


Ansur is sleeping under Wyrm's Rock Prison. But what's this of a true hero's spark?


Quite a heavily guarded treasure, good job we got past those protections.


I would have words with you.


That's Gortash, isn't it?


This must be ancient. Lolth's descent into the Underdark.


*Due to the presence of prohibited substances and apparatus, this house has been reclaimed, by order of Archduke Enver Gortash.*


<i>Qun'irel! </i>Look at her. She's <i>clearly</i> not with the Inquisition.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


I know this design - Shar's faithful wield crossbows like these.


Oh, forget about 'im. There'll be more of them soon.


All we have seen, all that has changed, and you still cling to old crusades.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Rest in peace, Astarion. You may have been a blood-thirsty murderer, but I liked you all the same.


Think you can take me on?


That couldn't have been Shar, could it?!<br>


What... what happened?


What's wrong with the artist?


Mystra wants to meet Gale? Impressive. The only thing a god's ever offered me is a cold shoulder.


Well well, what have we here.


Please, stay with me.<br>


Nine-Fingers is done. My Zhentarim stand ready to purge this place of everyone loyal to her.


Damn knots...


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


Ugh - why am I so dizzy? I didn't have so much as a drop of ale.


This githyanki suffered days of torture, trying to protect what she knew of the Astral Prism...


Do  not give up yet.


It won't, I swear to you. It's merely a tool - a means to an end.


Demento te!<br>v3


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


Very well. You may help me with a small matter.


But not 'til our job here's done.


The darkness usually welcomes me - but this aura is repellent.


And beware the skies. <i>We are watched.</i>


No, no, no...


Mephistar. Is it any wonder Raphael has quick access to the Cold Lord's citadel?


I'll strike you down.


I'll gut you, spiderspawn!


Scouting it out.<br>


Karlach... I thought after all we've survived, maybe one last miracle would rear its head... but no. I'm sorry.


Sounds like someone's in trouble.


Shapeshifter assassins? Makes it hard to trust anyone.


Such a shame. I'll make sure you live long enough to watch it burn.


On my way.


I suppose I invited that caution I hear in your voice. And I will do my best to ease any lingering misgivings.


Sob<br>var 3


Just be quick.


If he completes the rite, he will become a new kind of being - the Vampire Ascendant.


I have. <i>You.</i>


Free... for now.


My father...


And I'm the queen of Baldur's Gate. But all right - let's move.


Let's get out of here before we stop to chat.


Good. Do not stray again - you belong to me, and I to you.


But you're right - whatever lies ahead will be a little less daunting with support.


*You approach the dying <i>ghaik</i>. The foul thing is at your mercy, and you would have its head.*


*This artwork is more foul than fine. It fills you with an uncanny sense of dread.*


Unseen, like a stalking cat.


Ut ventus!


The Murder Lord comes for you.


I'll end you!


Amo sanguinem!


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Ouch - this drow must've taken quite a fall.


Best be on my way.<br>


Ale me!<br>v2


<i>You wore it because you believed it helped. Therefore it was helping you. Your belief was the ring's purpose, and it served it well.</i>


I'd like some time to talk.


I hope the gazette is right about you. This city is in desperate need of good folk.


They must get on. They must <i>hurry.</i>


Honoured <i>kith'rak</i>. May Vlaakith show us truth.


*...but they have no hold on you. All you have to do is strike.*


Here we go.


I believe he's <i>catching up </i>with Kagha. As for us...


Breathe easy. I'm coming.


You did - and most splendidly. But if we are to restore the land, there is more to be done.


The <i>Absolute</i>? Poppycock! Enemy propaganda designed to confuse simple minds.


<i>Bah</i> - why should I protest? Your mind is made up. But there's another option, glory be to the Comet.


Dissolve!


*Served and seasoned by that venomous Butler.*


Impressive horns, though surely forgeries. Still, fine craftsmanship all the same.


He'd have betrayed the Circle. Same as the duergar - coward.


Tall chest, with a tight space inside. A false bottom, I think.


Destiny waits in the wings. Find the brain, destroy it, and seize that Crown.


I know - I wanted to. You just focus on your music.


*You drift through the dark until time, skill, or luck brings you to Last Light's dock.*


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I didn't know setting fire to <i>trees</i> was so admirable.


I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see.


One way or another, got to reach the top.


Consume the tadpole. Evolve. Take the gith's power... and his brain.<br>


Dying Burning<br>v4


That did the trick.


The psionic detector's been activated. There must be gith hostiles nearby.


Attack Critical<br>var3


I didn't want this. It was supposed to be <i>just </i>Kagha... but thank you.


Stars and the full moon... is this what that dwarf's poem was talking about?


Know any fiendish philanthropists? Fickle fae financiers? Eldritch employers? I want to make a pact.


The Prism's tenant can put an end to Vlaakith's tyranny. They must be let loose.


Ugh. Take it. Curse this bleeding heart of mine. But use it well, you hear?


I'm not the one in the dirt.


But I'm warning you - that Twat-Soul ain't settle up soon, there'll be hell to pay for the lot of you cult-buggers.


Ha! In truth, I always enjoyed a bit of pomp.


Of course, being dead doesn't stop <i>everyone </i>in their tracks. But hopefully it's somewhere quiet, decaying peacefully.


Find... the weapon...


I know it's not fair. This was the best job I ever had. Lorgan was kinder than most.


This place is quite a find. Imagine all the people going about their lives, unaware of what their city has hidden away.


The servers aren't paying any attention. I could walk without paying my bill and they'd never notice.


Imagine what it's done to the house prices!


I'm glad you asked! For now, I've got the others scavenging supplies for the road.


Right away.


The remains of a great dragon, but clearly not an immortal one.


They could have cleared up after themselves before they left...


Refreshing.


PainPretend<br>var 2


Keep crying for your sister, and I'll personally rip off her head when you dig her out.


As long as it's still you in there, and you haven't completely lost your mind.<br>


*A <i>rogue </i>mind flayer. Like the Emperor.*


You don't understand - this will help free us from our infection.


Whiff of the sewers about you. You're the one eavesdropped on my private business dealings, I suppose?


Get lost - 'less ya want to get whipped, too.


You'll be free soon enough.


In doing so, you brought the chaos of your world into mine.


Tread carefully, outsider. I've got my eye on you - and I think the Steel Watch does as well.


Don't you ever get yourself captured again!


Hang around these gallows too long and someone will string you up.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


See you in the morning. Sweet dreams, darling.


At least you've met my family now.


This looks just like the key in the flophouse. Curious.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


Flowers blooming in shadow. This is the sign Halsin mentioned.


You don't remember? How is that possible?


Big.


Effort v7


Gems from Thay. Only one left.


A Continual Flame spell, I'll bet.


And you'll remember me.


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


Just a trick, surely. We're being toyed with.


We challenged the gods to get those Netherstones. Hold onto them tight.


I don't have time to parent you as well. What do you want now?


Unleash me.


An astral projection. Seems she's taking no chances with us.


A pleasant exchange.


Viconia - to battle!


Too late for that, worgmeat. My tribe's comin'.


<i>Fiat ita. Anima ad Baator.</i>


Get out of my sight - both of you.


Dying Burning


NO. COWARD.


You useless little...


Right. Let's see what old worm-tongue has to say.


I'd love to know the full story.


That won't do.


And... and nothing bad is going to happen now?


There is no mistake, <i>Shadowheart</i>. I was told to keep watch for you and point you towards home, should you ever appear.


No? A pity - the head of the shadow-cursed warlord would have made a fine trophy.


Gonna finger your eye-holes - HEHE.


Nice door, hidden all the way down here.


Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better.<br>


Indeed. I thought it would be an age before Lorroakan keeled over - leaving me Ramazith's Tower.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


<i>Blurg... my loyal friend. I will not find the likes of his mind and curiosity again.</i>


<i>Nautiloid! Need to get to the brain - NOW.</i>


You. This way. Quickly. Eyes down.


Curious setup. Think I'll keep my distance.


<i>In the beginning, I had an arrangement with a lich. Excellent company, despite what one would expect.</i>


Need a little boost?


Follow close. We shall lead them home, Majesty.


I shall do as I am bid.


Must be a diabolist running this shop with so many devillish artefacts.


Effort v9


Impossible. I'm in battle.


All glory be to Voss.


A third disc. Related to Orpheus, somehow.


Invoco te!


Actual professionals are rare - you ever want more work, come see me in the Gate.


Can she possibly be Ketheric's daughter?


Yer... what - 'course we didn't!


True. So imagine my surprise when I heard you'd fled. Heard you were a rogue spawn, free from Cazador's control.


And if whispered tales can be believed, he was defeated by one looking much like you.


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


And away I go.<br>


Go on, then. Just don't be surprised when your friend turns on you.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


That remains to be seen. Criterion number one: make Ketheric bleed.


A growth spell - but... augmented, somehow.


Wait, I know this head. It belongs to Dribbles the clown!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


As for you, I understand congratulations are in order. Thorm's defeat hasn't gone unnoticed. You're <i>known</i> - for who you are, and for that Netherstone that you carry.


What in the Hells is that skull doing?


It drains power from a host. Fittingly parasitical.<br>


Still, you will be taking unnecessary risks by proceeding. This could all be over in mere moments, if I ascend alone.


Not a peep.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Tymora, grant us good fortune.


The editor will be in for a surprise tomorrow.


Attack Critical<br>var3


My eyes!


Attack<br>var 3


<i>Perfect.</i> This grove is the place I am seeking. Show me where it is, and we will destroy it together.


I'm Karlach - but you already knew that. And you are...?


Attack Critical<br>var2


I've got to fight myself. The only person who can take me down.


I spend most of my life hunting things that'd kill you as soon as they looked at you and you're telling <i>me</i> about 'trouble'?!


I heard you tracked down the man responsible for those explosive toys - good work.


Gods - that is not a pretty sight.


<i>You return. Have you changed your mind about the ring?</i>


We'll have to disagree on that score - competing against a githyanki warrior would be very poor for my health.


Effort


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


Invoco te


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Well, the best is back. You'll learn your place again, even if you forgot 'til now.


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


Not even a little bit. But I will be.


Finally. Time Nere met the pointy end of my war pick.


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Fair enough, buddy. Home is where the heart is, anyway.


We're tougher than we look. We've survived persecution. Survived Avernus.


Easy.


Ngh. Hard to breathe. Blood's on fire...


About... my... life?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Dip a toe in the waters, perhaps - but don't dive straight in.


It belongs to Shar - all the more surprising you're interested in lifting it. According to the Harpers, it fell here when they defeated Ketheric, the one who tried to have me kidnapped.


What a scene. Blood everywhere, surfaces stained pink.<br>


There must be a way to get them out. Someone else find a way out of here!


'Welcome to Waukeen's Rest.<br>West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Laughter


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


A ritual circle - and not of this plane, either. Infernal, I would guess.


What the hells is that? More claws than a sack of feral cats.


Hold on! I'm coming.


The tower sits on top of a <i>ghaik</i> infestation. How deep does it run?


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Time for some bloody work.


Thou inglorious hog.


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


Attack<br>var 4


The General is not hiding - he is preparing the next stage of our conquest<i>. </i>You really have no idea what's coming, do you?


Oh no. No. Why ain't I petrified?


At least someone had the good grace to bring me back. I suppose that merits an introduction.


Ketheric will not wait on our pleasure, nor jump on his sword without our aid. I go back to the battle - find me when you are ready to fight.


We're discussing Fist business - and you're no Fist.


Don't worry. It's not really about the dance. It's about who's we're dancing <i>with.</i>


- and <i>radiant </i>with Her Ladyship Zariel's blessings.


With all due respect, saer, I've been chamberlain of House Jannath for almost ten years, and I think I know my duties.


I saw your fire and I hoped for a safe place to rest...


And whatever torments I invent for Yurgir, I will perfect in the centuries I spend toying with <i>your</i> soul.


Strange - the dust on the leftmost door has been wiped clean.


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


Blood - there, near the bed.


At least we'll have some peace now.


One of your pretty little peepers.


There's magic in this blade - Gale?


Do not think, Wyll. <i>Act</i>.


*It's one thing to have fallen from such heights, but to have Elminster himself now witness your humilation is almost unbearable.*


I'm afraid your contract was reclaimed by your patron, the esteemed master of this house, as is his right under the Memorandum of Understanding agreed upon at the time of signing if the party of the signatories were found to be in violation of any of several binding clauses.


Oi. Have you lot really got black, boilin' blood? Freaks.


Barely alive by most standards, and still it bows to the Absolute.


<i>Stolen?</i>


Dialino!


Same as you, I suppose. Looking for shelter, supplies...


Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


Normal. Mostly. Didn't have much of an appetite at dinner, though he said he was saving himself for tonight.


I'm just like you. An adventurer from Baldur's Gate that was infected with an illithid tadpole and seeks to be free of the Absolute.


That face. The one from my dreams...<br>


Ye gods, have you no witch to heal your wounds?


Perhaps I should paint the rest of my skull. What say you, Boo?


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


People were more generous in days gone by.


Mystra, for indeed it was her image I conjured, commands all magic. Salvation, if such a thing exists, is hers to bestow or withhold.


Get back here! Ah, BOLLOCKS.


I call the first hell my home. Avernus, my mistress Zariel's realm - a torrid battleground split by the bloody waters of the Styx. As well you know, Karlach.


Now that's not good.


Those poor boys were looking for their little sister, Mayrina. The girl who is... staying with me.


That was uncomfortably close. Imagine, being killed by a dwarf...


We just need some light... banish this darkness...


<i>Dragons - overhead!</i> Stay low.


I wonder what that did...


The Absolute's aims are not yet clear to me. But its progress towards domination is clear.


You here to get branded?


Not happening.


... unless you like playin' hide an' seek when yer tryin' to take a dump.


Oi!


Secreti umbrarum!


Baelen ain't got a pet squirrel and you ain't seem him, have you? Forget it.


Kiai<br>var 2


Here comes Mama Karlach.


I don't relish it any more than you do, but putting them to rest may be the kindest thing we can do.


*You hope for a glimmer of understanding. No such luck. It's the cells for you.*


Sharp, deep... and still fresh.


Look at them all, guzzling poison like we've the right to be happy.


Oh, Jaheira. Orin promised you'd make for challenging prey - but then you brought an idiot along.


We're leaving already? I was this close to performing in the Elfsong. Oh well - enjoy my dulcet tones while you can!


I'm more worried about this parasite than a few goblins. We need a healer.


You going to give me one of those precious peepers?


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Begone, putrid boil!


Can't douse this torch!


Help me escape, an' I'll tell my mates to leave ya alone.


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


The assassin escaped. He'll move onto his next victim all the faster, now we have his trail.


Rest. Return home. Alone.


I sense you are deep in thought, my brave new friend.


Attack


That ox again.


Just in time.


Works both ways. And I saw some weird shadows swimming around in your head just now.


That's what I get for devil-bashing. Let's get out of here.


Damn - a whole chunk of torso. Someone really had it out for that clown.<br>


Go on. Partake. Enjoy your supper. After all...


The truth <i>cannot</i> be interrupted, stop wasting my time!


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


*There's no need to rush things after all - you have an eternity to play with. And you're going to have some <i>fun</i>.*


As I was saying, I fell in love with Aylin swiftly. It was as easy as breathing.


Prepare to die!


Now begone!


It's gone. I felt so strong - where did that come from?


Welcome to Sword Coast Couriers - to Send and to Serve. Delivery not guaranteed.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Hm, just thought of something.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


Effort v3


What'd I tell you? It's a godsdamned mess.


Kill! KILL FOR BOOOAL!


Closed Mouth Effort v6


*The merregon has nothing to say - nothing to <i>think</i>. It's little more than a tool of battle.*


What's done is done - but we should check the corpses for valuables.


Nothing? They've done <i>everything</i>.


Voco vineae!


Helm's glory! The finest Marsember Ice Wine, and these Fists want to confiscate it? I doubt their palates would even appreciate it!


Hello.


Exactly so, your majesty.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Effort v12


Didn't think the food was <i>that</i> bad.


Good show.


I think n-ot.


Do not mistake my blessing. If it is your death that becomes the offering, I would worship that tragedy.


What's next?


The <i>kith'rak</i>? What deal would he make with this devil?


That thing reeks of poison. Best not disturb it.


I should have... died instead...


Take a dagger, stranger. This exercise requires nothing more than a blade, and a backbone.


Then get some rest. There's no better magic.


Now that's how you motivate the staff.


I could not have faced her without you.


Falling<br>ver 1


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


You don't understand - an army of True Souls marches on the city. If you do not do the same, the elder brain will know, and the Chosen will find you.


Feculent beast!


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


A room can wait. After what you've put me through, I need a drink.


Fronti nulla fides!


Forgive me for that impudence. Perhaps our friend can bridge the gap, and do what I believe they <i>came </i>here to do.


PRAISE BOOOAL! PRAISE BOOOAL'S CHOSEN!


Closed Mouth Effort v7


There's been killings in a holy place! Stinks of incense and <i>blood</i>.


My body calls me to kneel and slip my hand into the mulch... I think it remembers... I may have killed this one in months past.


How much the worm has feasted since I slipped it into its skull. All that plotting, the years of dominating this temple - forgotten.


Get 'em, Boo!


Wouldn't that be exquisite? But no.


Apologies. A slip of the tongue from an overjoyed comrade. Not a drop of malice meant.<br>


Ellie May - I think I read that name on a tombstone.


Just another crate.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Dying Freezing to Death


Stinking <i>rakkah. </i>If Brithvar was here...


I'd just better not wake in the night to find fangs at my throat.


I <i>was</i> here on business, before it was blown to Mount Celestia.


What're you at? Lads - this'n's trying to scramble me head!


Moonrise...


I see murder as a grim necessity, to provoke a desired response from those who witness it. To Orin, it was a pleasurable pastime.


Watch our backs - and we'll watch yours.<br>


*Here rests Allister Marnley, taken too soon.*


A monument to a forgotten god. How quaint.


*No exercise had prepared you for such extraordinary circumstances.*


I see it sweetie! Stand up, you're slouching.


One true way.


I - I told you already. This spot's taken.


What are you... you'll pay for that!


What else do I do? My head is splitting open. I can't leave. I can't!


I just - are you really sure we can trust someone who is <i>infected?</i>


Born... from hellish heat... in hellish heat... destroyed...


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


I can't stand this place. What's the hold up?


What's inside?


Closed Mouth Effort v10


I'm not getting through this way.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Hm. All right.


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


Some discarded... wings? All right...


Ignore my friend. She hit her head very very hard. She is in danger of it happening again.


Effort v8


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Heard you killed the goblin king. Did he suffer?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


We've known enough grief this tenday, traveller.


If I ever see you again, you'll have a tentacle for a tongue.


Clever. Give a dog a magical food dispensing collar, and I'm sure it will eat.


Video veritatem!


The goblin priestess, bled dry.


A magical staff. Will this be of use, Gale?


I believe you fought and defeated an avatar of Myrkul, the god of necromancy. A remarkable feat.


AH! Nearly had it!


Goodbye, father. May your soul be at rest.


Just another of Lolth's pretty harlots.<br>


With their lost prince returned, my people will burn away Vlaakith's corruption. And it is all thanks to you - the illithid who defied a Netherbrain.


I thought druids valued life. Shows what I know.


We are preparing to leave. Make yourself useful below.


*A Mirror of Loss - a relic said to be as old as the Church of Shar itself. Those who stood before it could surrender their very thoughts and memories to the Lady of Loss.*


And I have met few who stand so tall and fearless in the face of the unknown. Be on your way, brave soul.


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


Amo sanguinem!


I'm tempted to claw your brain from your skull just to see what secrets slither inside -


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


She what? Blood and rust, mister. What'd you do?


An amulet of Selûne. I think Gale might want this.


Flagello!


My ring lit up... Must have been linked to that button.


This chest is hiding something... Looks like a false bottom.


So, you're Shovel's master now? Fine. I likes gutting. Killing. Tearing. Smearing. And dancing on dead kiddies.


Should've been cordwainers - but leather was so dear back then.


It's not a poem? That can't be good.


I sometimes wondered if Viconia had returned to the Underdark. But instead she brought her sordid little patch of darkness to the city with her.


I may, or I may not. Depends what you have to offer in return. I have very high standards, mind.


*He healed up a treat - he could enjoy your cuts forever and a day.*


*You reach for the trinket, but it's already gone.*


Well - not counting the fuckers that need a good hurting.


<i>(Go on then. Shoo.)</i>


And so we descend into... more madness presumably.


Chin up, hon'. I've got just the cure for a rumbling belly.


*You are the Blade of Frontiers, racing through the wastes of Avernus. Just ahead, a familiar figure - red skin, single curled horn - blazes with flame, bloodied greataxe held high.*


Maledicte es!<br>v2


Hmmm.


Degenerate.


Listen!


Can't read this script.


Only a newborn could be so naive.


Answer the question. Did you find it or not?


A wooden mask. Looks old.


Machine made them hostile.


A cruel end. I wouldn't have wished that for Zevlor, no matter his failings.


*From there, you choose the road to follow. The Blade of Frontiers, a man of his own making.*


Curious emblem on this pin. A guild symbol, perhaps.


There's something in the air. I don't like it.


Look at you - camping amidst the Oak Father's creations, as if you hadn't just <i>defiled  </i>his most sacred ground.


To be free is like knowing the sun's warmth on my face for the first time.


Zit-zit-zot! I love chopping things up. Who doesn't?


Every githyanki crèche holds a <i>zaith'isk</i> - a purification device.


I trust that's the end of this silly quarrel? We'll have no energy for battling our enemies if we're too busy squabbling among ourselves.


No bleeding out on my watch.


I deserve this. Thank you. Thank you.


I wonder if this is worth the cost.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Peace. Peace. NO PEACE.


Recovered


A rune. But for what?


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


Thank you, for spending this time with me. I think I want to be alone now.


<i>You are right to be cautious. A fight with the most powerful being in all the Realms is not to be entered into ill-prepared.</i>


What's a mind for?


Follow the cultists' trail - they will lead you to their masters.


Children - find a place to hide. Don't come out 'til I call.


Uuuugh.


Sure, take it.


A mephit?!


Hah! The eagles couldn't finish me off, and they're <i>much</i> bigger than you.


The druids would have overwhelmed us, if not for you. You've proven yourself a fine warrior - and a better friend.


Oh, gods, no.


Don't know what I'm to do if those Watchers amble down. At least I can <i>bribe</i> the Flaming Fist...


Ludus non factum est!


<i>All to wield these... </i>


Mystra's dimples! What's that?!


*Devil's Den*


*You aren't as intimidating as you hoped. You're being attacked.*


Surge!


You? You skimmed <i>me</i>? I was trying to skim <i>you! </i>Ahahaha!


No no, my friend - I'm the one impressed by you.


I can't believe Mystra granted me an audience, and I failed to hear her out.


Bah! It looks like a deep gnome, but it speaks like a beast.


Snore
zzZzz


Before we met, some hailed me as a saviour, some as a legend. But now, I've seen the face of true heroism: yours.<br>


Then find the thievin' bugger and get them back.


You wouldn't - you <i>couldn't</i>. Could you?


My pack! Please!


Don't be a goose! They couldn't be - bloody Flaming Fists are guarding that barn like it was a bank.


Aha, there you are! Come now, settle in.


And you face Ketheric <i>alone.</i>


This 'source' she referred to and the 'Heart of the Absolute' might be one and the same.


Ah, umm...


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


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


Come on, open up.


What have you done? She was to be Shar's sacrifice - her death was to be my destiny!


I think Scratch is up north. Playing in a goat-farm in Icewind Dale, of course!


Your murder should have been exquisite. A crypt-born effigy to greet Bhaal's bleeding dawn. And now it will be <i>nothing</i>.


Florrick, what are you on about - what <i>is</i> this?


It seems a rather... vain notion to me. But I can't say I haven't thought about it. How about you?


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


<i>In my name.</i>


Well - I imagine you have business in Moonrise to take care of. If I were you, I'd get moving.


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


Resisto frigus!


Attack<br>var 3


Please. Help.


That double-crossing, filthy, lying wretch.


Is this too big a risk? What if we are caught? No - there is no other way.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


Ah. You. Thank you. You stopped us from making a bad situation much worse.


Ahh, I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up wherever you look.


She chose her companions well, I see. You've brought Ketheric to his knees and made Orin grovel.


Corpora sana!


So the more you cool down, the more your love life heats up?


I am ready, whatever may come.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Risus abundat!


No creature from this wretched world is important, half-wit.


You slaughtered well. Your worth is proven. Enter now the font of blood and be reborn.


Good. Then we're done here.


Ah, I was hoping to see you again.


We will be waiting for you, Chosen-killer.


Demento te!<br>v3


I know. And I know it was only thanks to you that we made it out of the Grove in the first place.


Death will only strengthen their faith, and you had no orders to spare them. Your <i>orders</i> were to retrieve Isobel.


No ordinary pile of bricks. Must be something worth hiding.


No... we've only just put everything behind us, won the chance to be together... It can't end like this. I won't let it.


Don't group me with the likes of them!


*The corpse has nothing to say.*


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


Let's make it count.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


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


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


Typical.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Not that I'm complaining. Not this lady.


But it's not exactly inconspicuous, is it? I just...


Dying Burning<br>v3


No, it's not. None of this is funny. But at least this way there's something to play for.


Come on, move.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


I won't let them take you.


Be mine tonight, and you will know why.


I bet Cora could make mum's apple pie if I find a recipe...


Well, it might not be. Not with this tin can in my chest. You deserve someone... someone <i>whole.</i>


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


*Your limbs move of their own accord - there's something of value here. Something your mind craves.*


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Effort v9


Would have been breathing my last if your friend hadn't killed that bugbear.


I have to hurry.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


If there is another way, I trust you can find it. It is not in your nature or mine to stop looking, to accept the first answer to any dilemma. Do what you can - put that mind to work.


Effort v5


Must have been a hard walk from Elturel. They'll get used to it.


*A parasite stirs within the pickled brain, twitching. As your mind connects, you feel yourself become strong, powerful - <i>metal</i>.*


You're right! This could be our chance to see our names in the daily broadsheet.


It seems the brain's more reluctant to let go of the crown than we anticipated.


Would that I lived on an island, far away, all alone...


Te curo!<br>v2


If, uh, if you ever happen to see some unattended Steel Watcher schematics, I wouldn't say no to taking a peek...


I can't fit through here. Wonder if there's another way in.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


Some other git found the grove before we did. Made us look real stupid, 'e did.


Do not... fight her. Power... such power...


*As he continues to lavish himself upon your helpless form, you stop breathing, your heart stops beating, and your mind begins to clear entirely.*


Now, what have you been hiding?


*You recall the tale of a Sharran fortress armed with impenetrable adamantine - a metal created by a gnomish mage.*


A house of healing, for all the good it does anyone now.


Agilius!


I've got just the thing.


I was minding my own business. If only everyone was so considerate.


That bastard broke his nose! What is this place?


Leave! It's not too late.


You drive a hard bargain. The middle it is.


Damn it!


Easy - this place is hungry for blood.


Knock knock.


You're back. Nice to see a familiar face.


I just feel so much safer knowing there's people like you around to defend us. Those creatures'll think twice next time!


Para bellum!


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Apples, loaves, butter - honey! We should stock up.


Come, Silver - stay close.


For now. But we can't take the lack of symptoms for granted. We have to keep looking for a healer.


The cult.


Well, if you turn into a mind flayer, I'll be sure to tell people you were a decent sort, pre-tentacle.


You like this barn a bit too much, don't you? I think you need to calm down in the cells.


I am far gentler than Disciple Balthazar. You wish to live? Grow a spine.


I'll fix you up.


Aye - so much <i>fun </i>that those thieves almost got past.


Raphael? Ha! No. You will have a <i>far crueller master </i>than Raphael, soon. But what inspired you to pay him a visit?


I... died the same night she did, my master says. Trying to protect her. I do not remember.


Victory v4


What? Did he just... die?


*Pristine darkness in every direction.*


Right. Well. You ain't the first foreign type, I s'pose.


Lady Orin told me not to let you in, but I'd never listen to the <i>pretender </i>to your fetid throne.


No - keep back. No biting. This is worse than I thought...


<i>Hshar'lak</i> among us?


Intactilis sum!


Dying Panic Fall


I can't hold it any longer!


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


Quietly, Boo.


The curse bites deep here... I need to get to safety.


Seems like nature's provided a shortcut.


I'm on the Waterdeep water diet, you know: twelve bottles of pure aqua per day!<br>


<i>If you </i>are<i> some sort of covert operative, you're a bad one.</i>


Drink has torn his mortal stitches - Say, hey, for the pub!


Fine - I'll help.


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


That's the last of the flasks! Fall back!


You're seriously gonna throw us out? Throw <i>my child </i>out?


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


All set?


Perhaps.


A waste of my skills.


Still here.


I am most interested to see what will become of you, Child of Murder.


*At first, there is nothing. His mind is empty as a still expanse of open country. But then:*


A map of tunnels underneath some structure, marked 'Father Lorgan' - a priest and his temple, perhaps.


She scampered in from the east, calling for 'Yul'. A pet, no doubt.


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Just... get these shackles off.


Closed Mouth Effort


Emptied of tadpoles. How many True Souls were made down here, I wonder.


Spit out what you want and let's be done with it.


No, Boo! It was not <i>'something I ate'.</i>


What treachery is this, Nine-Fingers? Have you thrown in with the Absolute, too?


Ah, Yenna. Poor child deserved better.


Salvation is here.


*Another bowl, bearing the stains of an ancient blood offering.*


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


Not a stranger - a friend.


Follow the cultists' trail - they will lead you to their masters.


*A sense of calm settles in your heart.*


Bene curatur!<br>v3


Prayer works? I might have to rethink a few things.


Boo. Why do you use such language?


<i>Silence.</i> The rite has been ended.


I've seen your people in battle. I reckon you are no mere warrior, but a godsdamned <i>army</i>.


What did that do?


Certainly.


PainPretend<br>var 1


We are each free, as we always were... but that does not need to be the end.


If you're hiding from the funeral, I don't blame you - just don't let Fitzy catch you down here.


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


Until then, go in peace.


Someone needs help.


I don't know why you're insisting on spreading these nasty thoughts, but I'll ask you to kindly keep them to yourself.


No use digging with my bare hands...


No... it's all junk.


Dealing with a hag can leave one a touch paranoid - I do not blame you for keeping secrets. Nevertheless, thank you.


Ouch - my neck. Why would... <i>chk</i>. Forget it.


<i>You're trying to deceive me. But why? </i>


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Or whatever you want to call it - 's your town now. Heh.


Well, there <i>is</i> a pig here, I suppose.


Let's not linger - the ritual is complete.


All better now though.


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


I stayed with her while the poison did its work, and whispered words of comfort as she slipped away.


Listen to your friend. What I'm asking isn't unreasonable - when you meet the beast, you'll realise that killing it is the wisest course.


So tell me...


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


Let me go. I'll sneak off and become a hermit - won't cause trouble for nobody.


You don't want none of this. Trust me.


May Tymora's luck twist your way.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Down to the theatre, be swift, be saved.


Not too downmarket of an establishment for you I hope, Gale?


Divine protectors of Baldur's Gate, hear this humble plea.


*The merregon watches you. No doubt its mind is stripped back to the basest of instinct, like all the others.*


No further treasure to be found I'm afraid.


The heart of a Bhaalspawn is a flipped coin that lands on its edge.


That poor thing will be <i>distraught</i>. We can't let her know - it'd break her poor heart.


For whose benefit? It is your Lady who draws power from your pain, not I.


Are you sure about that? Better odds of surviving if we help each other.


Thank you, magic!


Effort v12


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


I'm back - and in one piece. Now, where is that djinni?<br>


The Adamantine Forge - the memory shard already revealed its location.


Wyvern poison. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.


Effort v3


Find our master. Return to me then.


That colour suits you.


So cold... there's something coming. I can feel it in the shadows...


Should the odds feel too great, and the orb prove your best hope, call on me in those final moments and I will ensure those close to you are safe.


<i>I had no choice but to kill him first - it was an act of self-preservation. </i>


First in my heart.


Instead, the Sharrans used us to teach you different lessons. Painful lessons.


He doesn't. And I won't tell him - so long as you pull yourself together.


Recovered <br>V2


And long, lonesome nights.


Seems simple enough.


That's because I'm full of delights.


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


Yes, yes that's... what you'd think, innit?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


It's not just her life. It's her mother's, her sister's - <i>mine </i>for goodness' sake. Do you want to see us on the streets?


Back for another go? <i>Let's get started.</i>


Look at all these sleeping beauties. Dead to the world.


Come to see yer friend, have ya? Come an' join 'im, if ya like.


Are you certain? We're nearly there...


It was unsightly, watching Shadowheart slay the daughter of Selûne. I didn't think she would sink so low.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


I'm sure they cleaned up the scene of the murder before they started serving customers again. They must have done. They must.


Take your insolent buzzing to the boudoir. You won't learn any manners there, but you might expand your imagination.


Best be on my way.


So much was lost when the darkness fell.


I'm so scratchy. Stupid lice.


As we've established, few enough can. It's not exactly a common affliction.


Appearances may change, but they do not mask the one within. This one I know.


Father, are you watching?


<i>Argh. </i>Why does everything go wrong?


He must have returned to the grove.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


There's a parasite in that corpse, brimming with potent magic.


Confusio!


Cute and secretive? You're too much, petal.


Buff


Dodge


You're with me here, anyway. Taters.


Thought I'd be used to the smell of fish by now. Not this smell. <i>Ugh.</i>


Hm. All right.


Smart. You smart enough for lanceboard? It's my first time playing.


Our - our kind?


What to do?


I don't pay compliments. I make observations.


Never say never.


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


Oh, thank the gods. I thought I was losing you for a second there. Not sure this old hunk of junk I call a heart can take any more damage.


And I thought we were going to be friends.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v3


How are we going to support ourselves?


Yes. That's what Edowin would say. And what Andrick would've done, too.


With luck, and the Oak Father's blessings, we might actually survive. Are you ready?


I know who you are, and I know what you gave up. You aren't illithid: you are <i>mla'ghir </i>- 'liberator'.


Ah - a Continual Flame. There's no dousing fire like this.


*Croak.*


Let's talk later.


*A thrill of fear tingles your spine as you realise that a single mistake will mean that you end up as a hanging target for Bhaalist daggers.*


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


*The beast ignores you, her eyes locked on the crowd.*


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


Can I rip off 'is ears? Tear out his eyes?


Always come to this.


He better be, or I'm a dead man walking.


Are you sure? The Blade stands at the ready.


The Archduke of Baldur's Gate. What a sham.


You've unexpected friends, but my debt to you still stands. The Ironhand Gnomes' firepower is yours to command. Just show us where it's needed.


*First Tide is the Umberlant holy day when the harbours first open to spring sea trade, celebrated by sacrificing a great turtle.*


Victory<br>


Oh, you might say that. I left their service and swore never to return. Multiple times, if I recall.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Let me strike true.


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


Looks like some kind of magical contraption. Now to get it to work...


If I must.


Hmmm... deep gnome make, but the design is anything but. What was this fort?


*Ahead - House of Healing*<br>


It seems to me like there's a clear path forward. Karlach just has to walk it.


That orthon shows some artistry in his corpse arrangements. I suppose he had time to kill...


Foolish creature. You thought killing me once would be enough?


Forget it - the ogres are done with me.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Get away from me - get out of my sight!


Rather have dwarf myself - smells good an' ready, don't it?


Keep in the light! You - who the hells are you?!


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


Why? They'll only fall again.


I must strike.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Don't have anything to put here.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


No. No more.


You're a waterway inspector, and I'm Sarevok's last son. What are you <i>really </i>doing here?


The Blade of Frontiers. An honour, no matter the circumstance.


That doesn't look comfortable.


You arsehole, where have you been?


Chk. A kith'rak's time is precious. Waste it at your peril.


You showed me that you are the future of Baldur's Gate - and well beyond it.


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


I can't see any way to disarm it.


This next spell should be interesting.


What an angry little creature that pixie is.


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


Let's all keep our heads, eh? You, us... Nere.


So you came. In spite of all my warnings. Disappointing.


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


You'd think a bunch of 'martyrs' would be happy to see a trader.


You've come here for a reason. See it through. Kneel at the altar. The Absolute will answer.


*The creature pauses, listening. Something behind your eye seizes in recognition.*


No, I was glad you sought me out for an entirely different reason: to toast to victory and to offer you an invitation.


Yes, I trust her. Whatever you have to say, say it.


Well! I, uh - yeah. I guess I was. I mean, you should avoid fighting for devils if you can. But if you can't, it helps to have a good right hook.


No interruptions, please.


Couldn't agree more. The girl wasn't innocent, but that doesn't mean she was guilty.


Barcus Wroot is my name, Baldur's Gate is my home. Back in the city, I offered my expertise to the highest bidder.


<i>Hta'zith!</i>


*You try to hold the memory, but it fades to the worm. The light. The fear.*


An eyepatch. Wonder who it belongs to - or <i>belonged</i> to.


Efferve!


Nimias... <i>schoolteacher</i>...


I wouldn't be so sure. There's a lot we don't know. Infected - folks like you - have been converging on an old temple of Selûne, and I've no idea why.


Wonder who was inside...


As tadpoles go, this is <i>quite</i> the specimen.


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


There's no getting through.


Why not leave the cargo aboard, then? Try for a better price in Waterdeep?


Like you'd be able to lay so much as a finger on me. Still, I've no desire to watch you flail about in the attempt.


What are you doing? Let me out!


Child of Vlaakith. Be still, and listen.


And when the city is saved? Can you give up this power? Or do you look for the next battle? The next conquest?


When the Prince of the Comet blazes his path, they will follow. And so will countless others.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


You'd think some starving beast would've eaten this hay by now...


Got a blade with your name on it!


I'm not going out yet - got business with a motherfucker first.


Show no mercy!


Hold tight.


Too bad. One should never be afraid to live life to the fullest.


... tavern... Zhentarim hideout...


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Shar condemned me. By her decree, you and I are enemies.


You here for Portyr too? She sent me a panicked message and then doesn't even have the decency to speak to me?! Rude.


Well, well, well. What's that I sense? A spear intended for my heart. Empowered by your goddess, aye - empowered to kill the child of a god.


In my name.


Then we'll make our own way.


First, we exterminate the imps. Then we find the helm and take control of the ship.


They just keep coming.


((*your kind broke our peace. they killed our young*))


*The door remains sealed, with naught to see but strange writing and a small hollow.*


Derryth? Gnomes?! Anybody!


Menzoberranzan. We owe Lolth a visit some day, Boo - the spider-queen has many eyes for the snacking.


Pah. A rival - a mere footnote to my legend. You should be more concerned with who <i>I</i> am.


Effort v2


Gods help us all...


Whoever that elf is, he's got an army of Shar worshippers at his command.


You possess a craven heart. You flee when you should fight, seek to soften every hard choice. You are untempered. But we can help.


As for the pact: hrm. Mm-mm-mgh-<i>AHEM</i>.


Pigeon blood. Grim.


What a crude teleportation mechanism. But it's a simple way to the Underdark.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Today, you've earned my trust. I know you will do right by me when the time comes.


Of course not, we were merely discussing a... celebration to be held in the palace of Cazador Szarr.


((*you are worthy. be among us*))


You stole an unborn hatchling from my people.


We have to look out for each other.<br>


Something divine lingers here - but I don't recognise this presence.


Will you watch when the others kill me? Will you hold my head back while they cut my throat? Whisper goodbyes as I gasp and bleed?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


I... I don't think I can move my arm.


Easy does it, soldier.


*It's customary to possess gold in order to bribe someone with it.*


Something feels... off about this tree.


She's helping me write down all of my dad's stories so everyone will know how brave he is.


Dodge


<i>Yes. I suppose that's true. </i>


What are those voices?


Better take a closer look.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


*The meat tastes of rot and sour milk. Your stomach lurches, but your loins tingle. Was that arousal...?*


Convenient that you mention this only when you are about to die.


<i>I did, didn't I?</i>


Looks like this is free for the taking.


The client's a favourite of hers, too. I doubt you'll be able to tear her away.


Drow. And worse... What were they doing here?


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


Rest of you - head on in.


Welcome back, child of faith.


I can't believe it didn't work. That all of this was for <i>nothing</i>.


Let's just stop and <i>speak</i> for a second.


Careful, there's a trap here.


Drowcraft armour. No magic left, though - sun's too bright.


*You feel your patron's presence nearby. It hums with an unfamiliar anxiety.*


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Out, foul deformity!


Consider it a backup in case you lose that lantern.


I'd be a fool to go after Cazador before sunrise. For now, I should rest.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


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


Go on, hop to! Ain't a one o' them I'd like to keep waiting.


Closed Mouth Effort


These many dead are yours. You will lie and rot among them.


They might be a healer, Bry.


You will not desecrate this grove! Not while I draw breath!


<i>Drugnin' </i>heathens went asking for it.


I hope you enjoy this curated selection of goods for all your magical needs.


Te absolvo!<br>v2


A brain. No thank you, I have one already.


Oh dear.


Good. Because your work here is only beginning.


The engravings on the ring match the language on that strange door. I still can't read it, though.


Mm. The weight of it. And that blaze of <i>chaos</i>. Can't imagine this where my heart should be. Must be quite the experience.


<i>Mummy! Daddy! Betsy! No - don't leave me!</i>


A surprise attack? Very well.


The hag did not deceive you on this front.


Voco nubes!


It's been my pleasure. Good luck - both of you. Look after yourself, all right?


I am who you say.


Acidum!


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


I worship a god who cares not for you. Remember that.


How much farther can I go?


A rift - there's our chance! Go inside its mind!


Orin be damned - her bloody fingerprints are all over this city.


Seems simple enough.


Perhaps we should exercise a <i>touch</i> more caution in future.


Your story ends here. We will reclaim the Astral Prism and restore it to our queen.


Also some leeks. Which I realise aren't a fruit. Or that good raw. But we do have a lot of them.


Yeah yeah, tell me something I don't know.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Effort v8


Maior, fortior!


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Great. I've been wasting my breath on a Bhaal lunatic.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


You've turned your back on our Chosen in the most heinous way. And our retribution will be terrible.


You should consider a career in law enforcement - or show business.


Y-you don't scare me. You won't do nothing with all the grown-ups around!


<i>Back, or I feassst!</i>


*Only a few words are still legible - 'beef pie, lamb stew, and chicken soup.'*


Hm. This doesn't open from here.


Loving another is not soft, wizard. It is one of the hardest things a person can do.


*With a jerk, you're pulled from the vision. You feel the presence within shrink - terrified.*


Those were some interesting boots. Might be good for the Gale.


It feels like... my magic is getting drained!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


These footprints started in the sewers.


Scratch is cooped up at the post house. Can't wait to have him back.


Gale: the learned wizard. The charming gentleman. The walking apocalypse.


You do <i>not </i>wish to incur my vengeance. I guarantee you.


Not without you.


My heart is pounding at the thought.


Dying Deep Exhale


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


Found him, did you? I can't say I'm surprised - Gomwick never kept him on a tight leash.


This would be the worst time to take a nap.


Strong. Fight! Win!


Alert! Alert! We got a situation here!


Lies, it merely pretends. But I am a patient hunter - I will wait for it to stir, and then I will <i>strike.</i>


Keep that wit - you'll need it, little Wulbren.


Attack<br>var 3


PainOpen<br>var 3


<i>The spill of murderous loins approaches once more. Show a proof of faith, spillage. </i>


Voco glacies!<br>v2


That's none of your... you... you're one of <i>them </i>- the ones who were attacking the ship.


*A blast of mental energy washes over you, filling the room. Your tadpole squirms, urging you to obey.*


Begone, putrid boil!


Must be what that kid was talking about.


Thou art saucy as gruel.


These rocks look ancient. Not sure I could break them if I tried.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Everythin' tastes like blood...


How many people did I help break upon this thing...?


Aughh!


I won't let a friend down.


Shouldn't go saying it, but the clan owes you.


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


You sound disappointed. I'll bite you if you ask.


Easy, I'm here.


What's that over there?


I suppose you're right. We've been through enough.


The outlander serves Zevlor! Circle - to arms. Let no parasite live!


<i>Ghaik </i>prison.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


Maybe that's true, maybe not - but I don't have to let you live in order to find out.


A sword like this would certainly get Gale's attention.


And you, petal - well, you need a <i>lot</i> of help.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Yeah, sure, but first - fix me. <i>Please.</i>


Pass, then - and do NOT come BACK. This is Sarin's final resting place - and a killing ground for all who come to disturb her.


You seek Gortash? His soul is already suffering at my hands. That is the fate of all those who fail me.


I can't afford to get rid of it, but I can't protect it alone either. I'm lucky to have made it this far.


Connor, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.


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


Let me guess - you thought I'd suck blood, but actually I just suck? Was that your witty jab?


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


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


It's a beautiful night. I think I'll stay up to enjoy it while I still can. Rest well.


Let's have a look at myself...


Eurgh... I think I'm fermenting from the inside out.


And I do mean sex, to be clear. We've been waiting long enough.


Eyes, Boo? No? Knees, then!


It's not for the master - it's for me. I spent one hundred years eating rats and dogs, but soon I'll be free to feast.


What does it look like? I'm trying to sort out what happened here.


Tenebra!


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


We have left ourselves few options.


Talona will come for you as she will for all of us. Be ready.


A key from the Counting House. Perhaps that would have been a simpler way to open the mimic...


Keeping you sharp.


All will be mended.


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


Wouldn't take much to send that stone crashing downwards...


A charm, of course. And then you'll do it yourself.


Nothing can take the <i>you</i> from you. Not even a goddess.


You'll hear no argument on that score. But using <i>runepowder </i>on the Gondians?!


Yeah. Give him somethin' to cry about.


Hush, child. No more doubts, no more fears, no more Orin. Become murder.


Back so soon?


I trust that you will.


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


Be ready for anything. I <i>told</i> you this wouldn't be easy...


Damn this fog.


Chin up. We'll best this... well, whatever it is.


Now it's back to the road, I suppose. It never ends, does it?<br>


Don't judge me. I have <i>nothing</i>. My baby would have been raised in rags.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Treme!


*You can feel the power it held - weak, but still divine. These soldiers were protected from the Your Lady's shadows by her wretched sister Selûne.*


Truth be told, I wear chain mail to bed these days. I've heard too many stories to take any chances.


Whyever would I do that? The Iron Throne is their home.


Effort v8


A sussur tree. Spells will be unreliable.


Pipe down!


Speak, and be done with it.


We seek might not for individual power, but for the good of the collective.


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


Voco arvina!


But it won't be for want of trying - know that you have kin in Baldur's Gate.


Help us and I promise we'll help you. You won't need something as drastic as runepowder to bring this place down. I know a way.


I remember you! You were here when those sahuagin attacked! <i>Thank </i>you!


Uh. I never learned names or anything. Just the tricks.


And what're you doin' 'ere with that stink on yer face? Dwarves, think they can do whatever they want.


This'll be mean.


Now now. That would be but a drop in Mammon's oceanic coffers - you can do better.


Wrong!


Ask the drow they're all bowing to. That glint in her eye is bad news for <i>someone</i>.


Big Gortash fans.


Te video!<br>v2


Well look at that - self-service for a pet. Or other collar-wearer, I suppose...


*Trespassing in a prison is one way to get yourself arrested. At least you won't have far to walk.*


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


That's not my chest.


I, for one, intend to get to the bottom of it.


You think? I catch so much as a whiff of you, and I'll have you flayed and fried up for dinner.


Ugh - I know that corpse. Arabella's mother's met a most unpleasant end.


That was me... I hurt them. How?


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


The rest of you - count the dead. Take word of their sacrifice to the city.


Ketheric Thorm in mourning for his daughter. Tsk, that's very sad.


Oh dear. Screaming children, an oozing corpse - and it's not even my birthday.


No kissing it better.


Best of all, we'll join him. His loyal servants - walking in the light as living vampires. We'll be free, brother.


A bargain's a bargain. And I've come to see it through.


It hurts... gods... I'm...


This place is real shabby, but at least folk don't look at you funny in here. Need anything?


Quiet. <i>Please.</i>


Guildmaster.


I guess that depends on what your idea of 'a little fun' is.


Whatever sick game this is I want <i>nothing </i>to do with it. Get the hells away from me.


By the hells. Sex, my dear. A night of passion.


Aye. Feels like something down here has them excited... or scared.


With the power of the crown, any foe would be rendered impotent. Any obstacle would be dwarfed by our might.


*You try to focus, but all you can see are the menacing eyes of a mind flayer.*


Armour... Voss' warriors... hidden inside...


Don't you fucking dare.


Incredible. How old <i>is</i> this place?


The grove will be cloaked in bramble and thorn. No one enters, no one leaves. <i>Sanctuary.</i>


*The tadpole quivers. A different magic is building within it. This one is ancient. Rotten.*<br>


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


Time to push my luck again.


Oh, it's not so bad once you get used to it. And on the plus side, my tower in Waterdeep has never been so free of clutter.


*The device releases a stream of fragmented memories and emotions - all that remains of the pod inhabitant's former self.*


Halsin, gone.


Your knight in magic armour.


*There's no doubt now: you're the evasive enchanter responsible, and you've been cornered...*


<i>Shite. </i>What the hells happened to the crew? May need to change tack...


That pixie's a feisty little thing.


Boo is napping - so die in silence, evil!


I thought you trusted me... I was wrong. And it will cost us everything.


Thanks. It's good to know someone's looking out.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Dying


That does lead me to a more pressing matter. Exactly how large is your library?


No choice but to keep going.<br>


Better a quick draught than ceremorphosis, nonetheless.


I won't always save you.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v8


*You move quickly, but not quickly enough.*


Unfettered slaughter, no more and no less. I thought better of Shadowheart. That was mistake.


I know it's you! It's obviously you.


Argh - didn't work.<br>


*Brilgor. Fell to a plot of the Absolute - dying without cause. May he find peace with Ilmater.*


That Zhent woman promised a lot of coin for this chest, as long as I don't peek inside...


Dying Burning<br>v2


Might I recommend acquiring a taste for rats? They won't sate your appetite, but they help with the hunger.


I live to serve.


Couldn't tell me to my face, huh? Had to wait 'til I just... just figured it out.


It simply wouldn't be a Baldurian temple if it weren't ominously spattered with blood.


The story is true - Orpheus is free. And right here, right now, we are writing its next chapter.


<i>Help or not - act quickly, or this Throne will be our tomb. </i>


*She will be executed five days hence.*


Here - protection for you and your friends.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


On that point, I am still to be convinced.


*Hellish ice chills this portal to Mephistar.*


Perhaps we're not as well-matched as I thought. I'm not giving up yet, but I have to warn you, I know when to walk away.


Back to the fight, soldier.


Tenebra!


If not here in the tower, then close by. Surely you can feel its presence too?


And they'll have it, once we know they're free from infection.


I mean you saved the grove. I'm sure you'll find you're quite popular, if you look around.


He gave his life for ours, Lae'zel. You might give him the death he seeks without claiming it as some victory.


The hero returns! Looking for more applause?


Hurt


Hey!


Already feeling better.


Disgusting creature. We did her a <i>favour.</i>


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Vae victis!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Look at that.


Incommodum!


Silence. You'll interrupt the ritual.


You're <i>are </i>coming back, aren't you? Imminently?


LOOK AT HIS LITTLE FACE. ARE YOU NOT INSPIRED.


Just a trick, surely. We're being toyed with.


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


A perfect fit. I just need the raw materials.


On it.


But my brother, he's a loser
And I take you for a chooser
So perhaps one day you'll leave him high and dry.


It promises to be a marvellous ceremony. Very elaborate, incredibly ancient, and entirely diabolical.


Did you pass out a bowl to everyone?


It takes a lion's heart to admit such a terrible mistake. I will forgive you, in time.


Red-eyed bastard! Eh... wait a second.


I'm maiming as fast as I can!


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


Plus, I appreciate anyone who opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm.


Hosting a cobble party? We've got you covered! Red-rose torches for sale by the bunch!


Shar's faithful rarely darken our doors - but all devotion has its place here. Be welcome.


Better get to it.


Should have worn better boots.<br>


Gods. I'm glad you got out of there.


Come on. Jaheira said I must bring you back alive...


This'll dampen the pain.


Invoco te!


How the mighty have fallen.


Sorry, ma'am. Meat ain't ready yet - dwarves take an age to roast.


I knew I should've attended the Blackstaff's lectures on githyanki tir'su.


Oh boy, an arsehole! Winning you over will be entertaining.


Get out of here, would you? Kid's been through enough without the likes of you buzzing round.


*The air is heavy. Moisture drips down your forehead; pain shoots through your fingers.*


I mean, I hate to judge the proverbial book, but that oaf may be all cover and no pages.


Show no weakness.


<i>Food?</i>


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


The same thing I did before he arrived: enjoy my bloody life. Go to galleries. Drink fine wine. Enjoy a home not ravaged by a psychotic ghost.


<i>The 'Absolute' can have Baldur's Gate when I'm dead. Which may be in the next few minutes, but until then, no.</i>


Please. We catch your scent, and you'll get sliced 'fore you can bat your left eye.


The moonlight shines warmly on us. The breeze caresses our faces.


All this fear of an inquisitor. He'd better be worth it.


The Gauntlet of Shar, before my very eyes... the Dark Lady guided me here. She wanted me to find this place.


<i>Argh.</i>


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


The shadows are so potent, they've snuffed out the flame. <i>Tsk'va.</i>


At the ready.


She has. But 'time' means something different to Aylin than you or I. She once went for a walk and didn't come back for a month. Couldn't understand why I was upset, either.


Across the chasm? You might have got in that way, but you're stuck with us now.


Obedi me!<br>v3


I think I'm going to be sick...<br>


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


*The skeletal remains of the hopeful survivor still waiting to be rescued, their desperate refuge now their everlasting tomb.*


You. I won't pretend to know why, but you've been a friend to us when we needed it most.


These tunnels were full of shapeshifters. Father Lorgan's name is written here too.


A spot of healing will help.


What little we have, we'll scrape together. It isn't coin we need - it's <i>time</i>.


It was slowing you down anyway.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


What does this do?


Stuck fast.


Now, play nice... claws and beak to yourself, please...


Worthy you are found.
Go forth, hero - seize your fate,
And rise, great wyrm, Heart of the Gate!


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I suppose Shar is nothing if not mysterious.


Strange collar... it's got runes all over it.


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


Your lies won't save you. Give us the Abomination or be counted as his ally.


You bested Ethel?


For now - we've learned all we can.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Attack<br>var 3


There, I'm afraid you're wrong.


<i>Now kill it.</i>


Because we dared to do the impossible - we dared to fight back.


Absence. No other word captures the heart of Shar so very perfectly.


Come and get us, you hairy bastards!


Non fit injura!


I shall be careful not to ask you then, child.


They burned away their own darkness with their own inner light. They chose courage, they chose honour - and so can you.


Such single-minded focus... Perfect to be guided by the Absolute's loving hand.


Find... path to temple... orders of General...


No, I'm with Kepli. The novel's sense of intrigue was its finest quality.


Seems simple enough.


<i>One would think, dear readers, that the death of Lord Gortash would inspire solemnity. </i>


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Here's your payment. I'd hope it's enough to warrant your discretion too.


The monk's granddaughter has already passed. Let us see how he takes it.


Weapon blueprints. A master blacksmith's work.


We have slain kings. And gods. And one time, a giant. But never before a friend.


Mmmf. MMMF.


And so I'm back in the swamp. If only I could actually pick a destination.


Please - a quick look, if you don't mind.


Your fall was as spectacular as your birth - the purest Bhaalspawn there ever was, ruined by his own hubris.


Hells, did I have to <i>sing?</i> The things they made me do...


Hm. All right.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v3


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


*The cub's eyes lock onto the food in your hand.*


Should step in before it gets worse.


I almost pity her, if you're the quality of follower she attracts.


You only have a matter of days to live. Don't dally, my friend.


A returning oathbreaker. How unusual.


Idiot! You've got it stuck! Now I can't play with it anymore!


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


That lantern is ours, cultist!


((*no peace*))


Try a <i>Light </i>spell. Right?


Ira!


No need to thank me.


I don't need any attention right now.


Commander Portyr, acting Marshal of the Fist. If you have a crime to report, please wait outside - we are currently at capacity.


How could I say no?


Let's find some prey.


Then get your face outta mine.


You're... you're the one High Harper Jaheira sent?


Next you must unthread the purple seam that seals it in a counter clockwise fashion. Do not touch any other coloured strand.


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


That disc is our way forward.


What need have you of <i>hiding, </i>friend? You need not skulk like a vagrant, this land belongs to us.


By the gods, can you ever forgive me?


To think, Gale's had this devastating orb within himself the entire time, but only just mentioned it?


<i>Given my kind's involvement in creating this evil, it is only right that I do my part in helping you defeat it. Or at least, improving your odds.</i>


Very well.


What a fool. The darkness will swallow him in no time.


On that note - good luck! The job will be done by the time you get to the Guildhall.


Hey, soldier. I thought I might come visit you later. When everyone's asleep.


Maybe. I don't know you, though. And I'd thank you to get out of my face.


We can't let you leave. Harpers - now!


Oh-ho! I appreciate your zeal - but I think we've all learned a lesson here about <i>risk</i>, yes?


*That which you seek is still so close, yet so far.*


He'll walk in the sun, he'll be free of the hunger, he'll tap into power no vampire has ever dreamed of.


Shut it. You owe me a babe, girl. And I'll take it - whether you like it or not.


Call me Mizora. I'm Wyll's patron, the fount of his power. My pet's been unruly -


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I - I know that corpse. Arabella's father.


You saved my skin, but there's more bastards out there. For every one you kill? Pint on me.


Help? Absurd. You're already a hindrance, wasting my time.


<i>You have felled a great </i>ch'r'ai<i>, Vlaakith's judgement in flesh.</i>


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


*...<i>strangling</i> you.*


Tracking a runaway slave - deep gnome. Stole boots from my sergeant.


It's time to stop making excuses.


Of course it was.


Easy! She helped us out in the shadows.


Get out of my head <i>at once!</i>


Is that Volo?


I'd given up on myself, but Tara never did. It was her encouragement, her research that led me to my treatment. Once we knew that magically-infused items were the key, she went out to find them for me. She saved my life.


Perhaps he can bridge the gap and do what I believe he <i>came </i>here to do.


Aren't you the adoring fan? Can't talk - I'm in the middle of a performance!


That was too close a call for comfort. The sooner I see this place on the horizon, the better.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Ocior!


Maior, fortior!


They were mine to deal with - not yours!


Have to keep going.<br>


Glad you're here with us. A bunch of ratty goblins aren't gonna send us running. We've been <i>surviving </i>long enough. Time to start living.


Attack<br>var 2


A key - for what?


I'll get you.


Macesce!


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


I'll... I'll pray for him. So long as the goblins hold the roads, I'm afraid it's all we can do.


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


This head - a death devil of the Fugue Plane. Far from its natural home...


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


We will punish them for this blasphemy. We will make them scream!


Ha! No, my love, I'm not jealous of the drow. You have all the fun you want - if you survive the night.


I wouldn't say I'm <i>certain</i>. Just optimistic.


We already know the potential that Crown possesses. We read it, written in Karsus' own hand.


I knew it. Traitor!


*Watch Citadel, home to the protectors of Baldur's Gate.*


Man, adventuring is thirsty work.


A ritual circle. Looks like it was used in the crafting of Moonlanterns.


Watch it - that hyena's going for help!


Stuck. Is this thing broken, or what?


Hail Lord Gortash!


Master Illy. Wonderful. He tricks them. 'Heals' them. HAH. Then they die. So sudden. So <i>mysterious</i>.


A vampire <i>and </i>a fugitive? You've got everything going for you, haven't you?


I don't <i>want</i> to fight goblins. You can't make me!


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


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


Please. Be my guest.


Falling


The fallen will rise when they are summoned. But thou must first make space for them amongst the living.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Glacies!


Is that... yes! His hallucinations made real.


It will be my pleasure.


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


These sigils and chains... I sense a druidic hand in them. An attempt to subdue something.


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


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


Another slate. Lae'zel should have a look.


Just be glad my bedside manner's better than yours.


Might as well.


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


<i>This better not be Minthara's messenger. If the boss finds out I gave her a hard time, that's me done.</i>


Oculus tempestatis!


All burdens shall be lifted. All pains forgotten. We shall be free.


As you wish. Brace yourself, Astarion - we're about to unveil your destiny.


It's almost like it's excited by something. Drawn to it.


Please, just go. There's nothing left to do but bury our dead.


I cannot force you. But perhaps you can look inwards, and be true to yourself.


Well, well, if it isn't the city's next celebrity! You star in our next edition's top story.


But we can still be friends, right? Right?


But last night, I swear to you - your touch healed every one of my bruises and wiped away every scar.


I don't know how anyone in this hall could fall for this charade. Isn't it obvious what a chancer he is?


Dunno what that means. But the goblins might think you're on their side - you're ugly enough.


Oh no. I know that smell. Death.


Excuse me? I'm not some bloodhound tracking your scent. I'm of a much higher pedigree.


*The corpse regards you lifelessly.*


I'll get you moving again.


We can't  leave Dhourn behind. We'll find a way.


That's how you end up dry, mate - not that I'm complainin'!


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


You can't be here! This is our hideout!


What greater reward could there be?


I do not know what a Netherbrain is - but these Netherstones would have been more useful fashioned into a nether-<i>club</i>.


I've got what you need.


A clever one, too, to masquerade as an ancient history. How many such stories could there be. And how many minds have been warped by them?


Nothing interesting buried here.


That was not your choice to make! If nothing else we could have said goodbye.


<i>Blast away, Ironhands!</i>


<i>Ngh</i>... it hurts.


More mention of the Adamantine Forge - now to find out if it lives up to the legends.<br>


The shadows are blocking me. I need to get rid of them - somehow.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Venustior!


'Death is the Blade's companion' - isn't that what they say? I think I preferred it as a metaphor.


I'm tempted, trust me. I thought my heart might burst with every step.


Indeed. And all the preparation in the world wouldn't have saved the charlatan from an aasimar.


Someone sought to deface Shar it seems, though not with a symbol I recognise.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


That could come in handy.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


With pitchforks. Stupid...


But I fear what awaits you will be difficult. There are few places you could go where your new form will not inspire fear, anger... <i>violence</i>.


Onward.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


If it can't wait.


Naturally. I had a mission; they proved a barrier.


Glad you're here to take responsibility. Tunnel's collapsed, trapped True Soul Nere.


So they kept the 'Blood of Lathander' here? No wonder it was looted.


Parchment-pallored villain.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Yes, yes, yes, be that as it may, you said you came all this way on my behalf, did you not? For what purpose?


The Elfsong Tavern used to serve excellent calamari. Mind you, that was two hundred years ago...


Well, at least you've read Manshoon. Makes your 'emissary' lie a touch more tasteful.


You son of a bitch!


Bah. I couldn't abandon her. No matter how prestigious the apprenticeship.


NO!


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


Woe upon the unsuspecting.


Sceleritas Fel. Your loyal and ever-adoring butler.


Finally on the front foot. Let's see how they like being turned out of their beds.


Well then, shall we see what this brave new world looks like?


It is no small thing, to defy a goddess. Perhaps the darkness is not Shadowheart's true nature.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


CoughIll<br>var 1


<i>Straj</i>. We can not suffer the same fate...


I always knew Lorroakan wouldn't last.


The Blood War. But brother, believe me when I tell you the fighting wasn't even the worst part.


Use the parasite - link your mind to mine. Through your eyes, I can see the scars on my back and copy them onto his.


Perhaps, but the choice should still have been ours. You have taken them from us twice now.


Hag can't have gone far.


Damn, completely stuck. I wonder when it was used last.


The shield is warm from the red dragon's fire. Wise of Vlaakith to take them as allies.


Why so much business today? Don't customers know there's a war on?


<i>You wouldn't dare.</i>


Would that we could speak freely, my ursine friend!


Now, shall we get on? I want to go before anyone else thanks me for saving their tails.


Sounds like a fight. What's going on?


Is this real? An entrance to Ansur's lair beneath Wyrm's Rock Prison. Sounds like we need torches... and a spark?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


What's not to want? We could be together for all time.


She's still back there. Meerna!


We're short on options, I fear.


Go on through and speak to Kansif. He's not as honey-tongued as me, mind.


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


There's little I can say to you, I'm afraid.


Effort v2


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I don't like it here. I'm going home.


*You deliver the ox a death by a thousand cuts, trying to taunt it into revealing its old form with every slice.*


Why do you furrow your brow so, wizard? Boo says your abominable bat-cat has probably survived.


Here we go.


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


Nulla salus!<br>v3


Happy to assist a friend.


Recovered <br>V2


Your body is mine - let me fix it.


*Your friends and enemies alike are ripe for manipulation, and if not manipulation, then <i>consumption</i>.*


You don't have to worry about me.


The city's lower intestine, perhaps.


I better get a 'thank you'.


I doubt he has a father to discipline him - probably dead in an alley or drunk in a tavern.


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


Come, Lae'zel. We will free the githyanki and dismantle the empire. Let them be imprisoned no longer!


<i>Don't listen to it! Focus on the Crown!</i>


Then follow my lead.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Are you weaving, or is it me?


*Ragzlin continues the interrogation, oblivious to your attempts to sway him.*


Vlaakith's will be done.


I think it's been freshened enough times as it is - I can feel my face going flush.


A prayer sheet. With the same symbol as the one on the chest.


I'm not a soldier. I only joined for the uniform and a warm bed.


What right had I to go about declaring myself an archmage, when I was as foolish as a common apprentice in setting such an entity loose?


Incende!


Docks Sentry is the worst damn job at the House.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Just until he has somewhere better to go.


But trust me - you do want to.


Did your crèche teach you nothing? That knowledge belongs to Queen Vlaakith alone. It is not for us to know nor question.


We did what we had to do.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Counter-offer. Come back with coin, and I'll pretend you're as scary as you think you are.


These are not the fixings of a soft and cuddlesome toy. We should see what Arfur is <i>really</i> making...


Then do it, ya shit. We'll see who thrashes who.


You fought well - we could use such strength in the Blood War.


*Entire pantheons have dwindled and been reborn, silently recorded by this book.*


Enough. This isn't helping anyone.


But of course, you'll have to do something for me first. Let me think about it and get back to you.


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


*Eventually you drift to a quiet place and the terrors subside. You do not rest well, but you do finally rest.*


Horribilissimus!


Everything's falling apart VERY QUICKLY. You need to bring the Hammer to my prison right now.


Voco nubes!


You know the only way to cure temptation is to give in to it.


Not long enough.


These boots are magical. I bet Gale would like a look.


<i>Chaos, everywhere. Need to find a way through.</i>


PainTeeth<br>var 3


Effort v9


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


No more sparkly stuff for 'im.


Incommodum!


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


Together!


Let's go.


*You remember it. Elturel and all its citizens were dragged into Avernus - then back out again.*


There is? Shite, let's go, guys, 'fore One realises.


Now you see me...


Thou art not alone, but thy numbers are few.


Even when we managed it, all it did was paralyse us. We tried twice each, just to be sure.


So, you decided to bind yourself to your goddess, Shadowheart...


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


Enough! We can still stop the nonsense words in his mouth!


Got my eye on you, fangs.


Let's try this.


*Vellioth recalls when Cazador reached out to a former friend. His punishment was to watch as Vellioth drained his friend dry.*


What's next, I wonder?<br>


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Keep trying!


No need to crowd me. There's enough food in this city to feed an army, Fist, Absolute, or otherwise.


No, no, no...


*Your minds brush against one another but are swiftly parted.*


Don't go peeking in the windows of that house on the corner - you might get an arrow to the face.


You thought it wise to steal from the gods? A curse be upon you!


Baldur's Gate will never forget it. And neither will I.


Lord Gortash will protect us all - even if you can't appreciate his genius.


I'm on my way.


Protection, of course! Who knows the horrors these cultists have up their sleeves. Can't be too prepared.


Twit, twat, twerp.


I won't go on without you.


Under their noses.


Gods above - why didn't you say so?


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Good heavens - I think that's quite enough walking for today, Bertram.


Wait... he was no true bear. I need to see that corpse.


Well well - infernal gems, straight out of Minauros. A rare site outside of the Hells.


Hmm?


Come now, it's but a scratch!


But what happened? We've seen them massing in the woods.


My son, you sold your soul to save Baldur's Gate - and I cast you out for it.


It was intoxicating. An experience beyond expression.


I think Master Figaro has a few spaces between appointments today. You're in luck!


Answer me!


*Meow.*


No.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Recovered <br>V4


How many barrels of wine will we need?


I'm sorry, but what in the literal Hells was that?


Gigans!


Go for the eyes, Boo!


Moonrise Towers. Many druids and Harpers died to take this place once... only for Ketheric Thorm to rule it once again.


Hmph. And you'd deny me the pleasure?


Minthara in goblin camp... safe passage... Moonlantern... drider...


I'd probably break his nose - good point.


It's lovely...


That doesn't sound promising...


Siccut cattus!


*For all its terrors, you missed it. Baldur's Gate is not a bad place for a vampire to live, to flourish. And flourish you will.*


The enforcers of order - unmistakable in their vigilant bearing. So it goes across all the planes and their peoples.


Nice view.


With that, my debt to you is settled. Should you need any further consultations, you will, of course, have to pay for them.


The Crown of Karsus will be ours - the devil cannot have it. We must negate our deal with him by any means possible.


Best be on our guard.


Effort v11


Not treading carefully, then? Out with a bang it is.


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


If you're gloating now, just wait 'til you hear my offer, petal.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


I suppose I brought this on myself...


Your presence will be as obvious to it as a flame in the dark. If you insist on doing this, I will not be able to protect you.


Don't let them get us!


This mirror is ancient - all the way back to the time of Gorothir. Almost like a window to the Shadowfell.


((*Death to undeath*))


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


<i>Rennald... </i>Now there is a name I haven't heard in a while. He is no more. I'll leave the rest for you to find out, heretic.