No, Astarion! Stop this!


That's one scourge eliminated. A vampire with that much power would be a death sentence for this city. A pity Astarion didn't understand that. Or rather, didn't care.


What's up for discussion?<br>


There was but one druid who guarded the circle, who protected our ways. We are forever in your debt.


How long d'you think we've got before the goblins come?


Wait - did he just slip something into my pocket?


Try that contraption just next to the pod - they did something to it when they sealed me in.


Speak to me if you are ready to leave. Until then - welcome to the shadow curse.


*It's forbidden to interfere with traps like this. It seems you're about to learn that the hard way.*


Peace, please. Enough damage has been done already.


What will they say?


If I'm lucky, they'll go for Derryth next. Heh!


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Don't be surprised if I'm reluctant to face any more.


The raid's started already. Let's hope she's in trouble and needs help.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Even in the Underdark, I never saw gloom like this. It's unsettling.


That's... certainly another strategy. A losing one, but a strategy nonetheless.


We need to put a stop to this - now!


On your feet.


You must have been following the example of Lady Shar's children then - they do say imitation is a form of flattery.


Must be a diabolist's prize. I wonder how many warriors it took to fell the beast.<br>


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


What glory, our city. And what glory, its future.


*Flaming Fist Barracks. Authorised Personnel Only.*


You would step forth, alone, to save the world at the expense of your own life. There would be no greater sacrifice.


More beard than brains, the lot of you.<br>


Minimus!


Oaths are not to be discarded and reclaimed without cause. Your inconstancy bears a cost.


I need a little extra edge.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


You'll be free soon enough.


Weak


Come closer, little softie. You'll be tender.


I couldn't take standing in that godsforsaken line a moment longer. Felt like I was gonna faint.


Ah. But that's not why you're here. What can I do for you?


Off with your clothes.


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


Will that be all, Your Pissy-ness?


An elf sailor and a dragon - quite friendly, by the looks of it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Whatever you need to tell yourself, honey. Deep down you know the truth. And so do I.


Not 'we'. <i>You.</i>


*Images of goblins - their habits and histories - flash into your mind.*


I'll come find you when the others have gone to bed. Wait up for me, all right?


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


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


I will endeavour to please.


A survivor. A remnant. An <i>illithid</i>.


*The crack of that guard's twice-broken legs.*


*A moment passes. The corners of Wyll's mouth turn downwards before he smiles again.*


Can't slow down.<br>


((*you will cleanse the duergar Rot. I will join you*))


Attack<br>var 4


... Moonrise Towers...


Well, I was going to sell the finest alchemical tinkerings the Gate had ever seen. But the bureaucrats had other ideas.


Attack Critical<br>var2


What're you playin' at?! C'mere, my blade's lonesome for some blood...


To think I used to <i>like </i>shopping before this. 'Never shop with your partner', my mother warned. Hate to admit it, but she was right.


Whoa! I'm not your enemy! Not quite yet anyway.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


<i>You both know you owe your lives to me. I am not fallen - I am risen.</i>


At least you showed it what you thought of its offer. Nicely done.


This place runs rife with gnolls.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Sing to me! Sing!


The elf you saw was your father. He tried to stop them, but failed.


I don't know what her idea of a good time is, but it seems to involve you. I'd hate to intrude.


<i>Hrast</i> - lads, we've got a visitor! Arm the traps!


I'll extend the grace you gave me and pretend that's not a threat.


THOU MUST.


Together, we will yet free The True Heir of Gith's blessed Empire.


They say not to go poking bears. Perhaps we should apply that to oxen.


Interesting spear. Deadly-looking, but interesting.


I will be. And you?


Voss, to battle!


<i>It has been a burning need within me for as long as I can remember. </i>


What are you playing at, destroying a perfectly good githyanki specimen like that? Utter foolishness.


Hmm. Maybe.


Ignore his spite, friend. Mercy is its own reward.


Don't worry too much. A handful of powerful spells go a long way.


Ugh - hold still, will you?


Recovered


<i>For mother Gith, and all her children!</i>


You know why they're called Steel Watchers, right? They're watching to see if you're stealing. Heh. Heh?


How lucky you are that I chose you as my consort. Chose you to help me take Baldur's Gate, then sit by my side as I rule it.


You are the final piece he requires to complete the ritual - your scars bind you to it. Your soul will set off a very wave of death, bringing Cazador his twisted life.


Ah. That did it.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Very good to see you again!


Fine. But don't delay.


You've got what you need. What's missing?


Sharp as ever.


Do you know what I am, little assassin? For I know you - a lost child, <i>frightened </i>by wolves in the dark.


It's going to kill us, isn't it?


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Let me at it.


Heh. A pity the ink would not take the imprint of Boo's buttocks.


A clown's arm - Dribbles', no doubt.


What a vicious looking creature. I swear its eyes are following me.


I have known you for two centuries. Have I not suffered enough?


I can't stay here. It's too dangerous.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Today's copy lands with a BANG! The Steel Watch Foundry has been destroyed by sabotage!


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


Since I met you, all I wanted was to be close to you.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


So, I was looking at the pictures in the gazette today...


I'm starting to get a headache.


You think you can just walk into our camp? Present yourself to Ulma or leave.


Balduran and his winged friend, looking out over the city they founded.


But he was willing to hire anyone who'd work for cheap. And I am nothing if not cheap.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


An impressive vault. It must host an equally-impressive treasure horde.<br>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Do not be lured in by the Astral Plane's beauty. It is a lethal expanse, one we should be careful in attempting to cross.


These shadows will be the death of me...


What have we here? A magician in a tower, hiding away from the frightening world.


Dying Burning


Chop the horns off 'em!


*Your muscles tingle and your mouth twitches as the laughing madness spreads through you.*


I still can't believe Holli's gone.


Won't be seeing my mechanic any time soon, so I'll just make the most of the extra heat. Just don't get too close 'til I've found a way to calm it down.


<i>Defende nos ab imminentibus aequilibrio tuo.</i>


The hunter will never be bested by a mithering thing such as you!


Mushroom. Heals anything... Very rare. Very valuable...


She still has every chance to prove me wrong.


*Your pure, raw power rips through the urge to laugh.*


We've disarmed the traps. Come down.


If you're going to do it, just make it quick!


Best help before it gets worse.


Speak with him, plead your case. If you won't, well - there's one more option, glory be to the Comet.


Oh... my... dear... sweet... <i>GODS!</i>


Resisto acidum!


Did you hear, kin? Every last Steel Watcher's shut down - but I'm sure Gortash's got it all under control.


Throw this snivelling wretch in the pit.


Let Her light shine.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


That scar - Cazador did that to you? What does it mean?


<i>Anything that threatens our alliance, threatens our chances of defeating the elder brain.</i>


Do not waste this.


It feels as if a snake is slithering through every limb. My throat burns like flames erupted within.


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


Don't get me wrong, I like a wee gossip as much as the rest, but Caitlin does get a bit carried away with the tall tales.


*Ah, yes: the scent of rosewater and a sense of wellbeing. A sliver of Weave that tastes sweet on the tongue.*


Damn this fog.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Careful - those are meenlocks. Fire or light should put them off.


You'll find the druids at the heart of the grove. Please - make them see sense, before more lives are lost.


Inexpugnabilis!


Vae victis!


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Caedo!


Fiat voluntas dei!


Indestructible? I'll reduce it to scrap metal before the day is done.


Those words engraved on the ring - they're Kozakuran, same as in that dictionary.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


Isobel. That's the name of the cleric at Last Light Inn, right?


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


The best cure is vengeance, for both of us.


I miss... I miss his laugh. How he made everything less scary.


What are these things? And gods, do they <i>stink</i>.


Won't leave you.


You shall learn it all once again, right here. Backslide, and nature's fury will crush you.


She's in her quarters, through those doors.


Et alibi!<br>v2


Ouch. That will need some healing.


We need a way out. Now.


For what it's worth, you made the right choice. If we don't accomplish <i>our</i> goals, none of this matters. Not their fate, not anyone's.


You won't be waiting long.


Har-har. We can come back another time, if you ain't feeling up to it?


Tempestas!


Still... there'd be no harm in my taking a <i>teensy </i>look, would there? I know all the signs...


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


A soft touch.<br>


Forgive my surprise. It's rare to find your kind above ground. Rare and intriguing on a day already <i>packed </i>with intrigue!


Please don't talk to me. Or the goblins will be mad.


You're already tormenting me with all of these questions. I've had quite enough of answering them, thank you very much.


Look at it, come crawling home, hands stained with the Bone Lord's soot. And you carry his stone.


I've had no stomach to fill for some time. But you will find my teeth are still sharp, stranger.


No, dear reader, I'm afraid one of my columns is not in the latest issue. 'Print issues limiting space', according to our <i>esteemed </i>editor.


We're not children! Don't call us children! <i>We'll drink you dry</i>.


I've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire? You'd better keep those fangs to yourself.


And a magnificent ball, I presume, for dancing the night away. You wear your finest, and I'll look for one of father's dress uniforms.


That ox again.


We're close. Soon, we'll slay the Netherbrain and end the Grand Design.


Keep out of trouble, hey? One of us should.


I swear I can already feel a change in the air - like the curse itself knows its time is short.


I'd rather you not get eaten by a <i>bear.</i>


Ah, the book on flumphs has dropped its disguise.


I opened a portal for you and Lord Gortash.


((*go - rest at your camp. my servant is not yet ready*))


Voss, to battle!


But yes - you look like a better choice than a band of helpless refugees.


What the <i>hells </i>is this?


Thanks for stepping in. One day I'll wipe that smile off his smug face. But not today - I need this job.


Come on then, what's the problem? Unless you'd rather wait for an audience of goblins.


Sniff<br>var 1


Non movere!


Business that sent us after the powder to begin with. The formula might be gone, but we still have the barrels.


*A mental churning as your interference stokes the tadpoles into a boiling frenzy. The connection snaps.*


<i>Guarding the secret entrance? Not good enough for them. But good enough for poor old Tusgront.</i>


The Head Banker<i> did </i>seem to expect him - but he seemed frightened, too.


That boat looks damn shaky - it had better hold us.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


'Smart' does her a disservice. She's a fine wizard in her own right, though somewhat held back by her lack of opposable thumbs.


Upstanding citizens have no reason to fear. And you <i>are</i> an upstanding citizen, aren't you?


Best to stay clear, or be ready for a fight.


*Her voice cuts with a fanatical edge - an obsession bordering on mania. If there's a chance the parasite lives, she wants it.*


Incredible - an entire history, risen from dirt and debris! Picture it:


Can't take you anywhere.


Don't mind if I do.


Ah, a surface dweller.


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


Odd thing. Ugly.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


I tell you - it was all different back in the day. Being a Fist <i>meant</i> something.


Tombstone... shop... No owner... Decades now...


Hope you lost fewer people along the way than I did. Bloody goblins. Lorroakan should've warned us.


Stone shakes and screams. Don't listen.


Huh, that book mentioned Lathander statues that moved...


<i>Shka'keth!</i> You speak against the Eternal Queen?


I can take what I please.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


There aren't many I'd trust to stand beside me on such a journey. Fewer still who would do so because they believe I deserve such a chance.


Wouldn't expect him to be very friendly after an aeon of captivity.


My master knows you - for who you are, and for the Netherstones that you carry.


Attack Critical<br>


Ah. Then I expect he's told you at least some of my story? Allow me to give my own side, for a moment.


Moving ahead.


Let's see if they want to have their blood spilled.


I'd like some time to talk.


I bring aid.


*Management is not responsible for: missing body parts, enslaved loved ones, trapped souls, or ancient world-destroying curses.*


Do you mind?


A new cult. Won't end well, believe me.


An illusion? Someone's hiding something...


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


All this blood - and for what? It's just fun and games to her. Damn it all.


Need to find a way forward.<br>


Hail Cyric, I can't <i>wait </i>to get inside.


You're playing with my head? I won't stand for it!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Gone... with adventurers...


Endless fish people!


<i>Enough.</i> You are no more than a monster - and the Blade names you his prey!


<i>(Customers like you are why I prefer the company of books.)</i>


A personal invitation from Gortash. We shouldn't have any more trouble from the guards.


Looks like we're in Elturgard. East of the city of Baldur's Gate.


Each door named after a wizard of renown. The Annals must be behind Karsus' door.


...at the hands of this <i>bloody</i> song. I can't... nothing fits, you know?


Go home, mate. I'll finish these.


Strike them down, protect the portal!


We need to find him, before it's too late.


Is it true then? You gave that one permission to enter?


A casting mould. Could put this to use at the forge.


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


It was for his own good! He can barely stand up straight.


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


But if you've still a warm lap on you when all's said and done, we can still be friends. I suppose.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


Miller... in Elturel... before its fall...


I must consult you.<br>


Trap! Be cautious.


Burnt to a cinder. No trace of that jar remains.


From this angle, there's nothing you can't endure.


*Surely it is preposterous anything else would happen tonight?*


AND IT'S HOW HE STALKS HIS PREY


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


All right, no need to dash in ahead of me - I'm ready.


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


They won't be needing this place again.


Now where has she slithered off to...?


I told you, my mother isn't here.


But Minsc would be dead. You are heard and understood, Rion.


I will not forget what you did here today. Nor will the githyanki people.


Sorry. Yes. You're right.


And how do you propose we do that?


Boat's ready to go - with or without you.


What have we here?


Fulgur!


I don't hear anything.


But if he is telling the truth, then he can prove it.


She just means you're our last hope, Rolan. We, eh, may need you to save the day.


*The dog seems wary, sniffing you intently.*


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


Minsc does not blame Minsc. Minsc blames the Stone Lord. But if the Stone Lord <i>is</i> Minsc, then, well... Minsc grows dizzy.


Not if I have any say in the matter.


I will make you beg for death.


--submit-
     -YIELD---
         --surrender--


We going or what? Shadows ain't gettin' any friendlier.


A parasite - you should harvest it. You can use it to expand your mind.


Feculent beast!


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


I'll fetch you.<br>


Recovered <br>V4


Have you back on your feet soon.


Hah?


Oh, we trade in all sorts.


Last time I trust a drow <i>hoon.</i> 'Cepting yourself.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


The weakest worm of a Bhaalspawn, the holy fool. Whelp, know that Bhaal has a worse fate in stall for you than you could ever fear.<br>


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


I hope wherever Thrumbo's hiding, he's comfortable. Nothing worse than a tight squeeze.


*The well stands, as it has for ages.*


Must be frustrating.


Effort v6


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


You what?! But she was immortal. How could she... how could you...?


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Looks like a githyanki, if the armour is anything to go by.


We have <i>faith </i>here, Bill. Faith in people - no matter where they're from.


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


You made a grave mistake.


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


Goblins and drow happened.


Move along.


Worth taking.


Amo sanguinem!


This is no passing whim, trust me. If I can obtain that crown, it will affect us all. It is not a decision I'll take lightly.


<i>Chk</i>. Enough.


A tyrant cracks her whip and eradicates the weak for her own advance.


Moonmaiden's grace! It's open!


Just... just awful.


This is Elminster Aumar, the most famed and respected wizard in the realms!


Ketheric will be vulnerable, now. All we need to do is strike.


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


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


Gimme.


Menzoberranzan, City of Spiders. Of course Raphael has dealings in the depths of the Underdark.


And he does so with his husband at his side. The only argument between them - his insistence on bringing his books.


Don't worry. I won't.


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


The rats are dead? Your performance is adequate, servant.


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


*A petrified debtor. Impossible to tell how long she's been there, but likely longer than she deserved.*


Pity the poor!


Hm - I'd expect that door to be dingier. Might take a look.


Mind your manners down here, saer. Titles don't mean much once you're in the vault.


Ugh. Fresh goblin stench. They're close.


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


Trust me when I say you're better off living unshaded by Shar's influence. Such a goddess would take everything from you, and still demand more.


Damn, that burns.


Come to join in the fun?


Attack<br>var 2


As long I absorb traces of the Weave from potent enough sources, it remains quiet. Were it ever to fully destabilise, however...


For the best, I guess.


It's ready to go. Time to get to work.


Let's deal with this in my chapel. It's private. Don't want this lot interfering with True Soul business.


Your knight in magic armour.


Argh! It's screeching for help!


The doll! Grabbing it will likely do nothing - I have to negate its magic.


You've got my attention.


More of the same.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Resarcio!


Climbing gear? This must be how the gnome escapee climbed up.


I will not speak to cattle! This is between me and the boy.


Choose a Hell. Have your fill.


You killed one vampire, but released seven thousand of his spawn? Have you lost all sense?


Gods, r-really? I thought I was dead. I was sure...  thank you. Thank you so much.


Laughter


It's the same design as the key from the flophouse. Very interesting...


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


No matter. I am Vlaakith's child no more. I have been born anew in Gith's son, my saviour.


You are right, of course. There are no mistakes in nature - it is all a grand tapestry beyond mortal reckoning.


Keep up to date on the lord that's late - pick up your Gazette today!


No holding back!


Looks like Halsin's our best bet for a cure.


Don't blame me for detesting them.


Extende!


If you wish, perhaps you can still come to see me, now and again. I have a hidden place, close to the cloister, where night orchids bloom. If you ever wish to see me, go there.


All the strength of the lands we healed flows through me. And from me, to you.


Much less be bossed around by her.


Reach out. Have a taste.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Cuckles <br>v1


Time to bleed.


Huh. Big words.


Ketheric has taken the aasimar for his own once more. Perhaps our help will buy us some advantage.


Damn it. I'll rip your flesh clean off!


Their equipment bears Harper and druid icons. A curious alliance.


Not quite the outcome we were expecting, is it?<br>


As did I.


Irretio in sphaera!


Ohohohoho... Here we go, here it comes...


We won't forget this - and neither will Umberlee.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Venustior!


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


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


You are intruding in the palace of Cazador Szarr. Leave now, citizen.


An alien here in Faerûn... I can't believe it.


Agh, Hells! I was hoping you wouldn't notice I was gone.


I fought proudly alongside Harpers once... but it seems we cannot place our trust in them now - not while Orin has their ranks infiltrated.


Karlach's her name. An archdevil's soldier I swore on my good eye to kill.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Oh, good answer. Killing is so much more satisfying when you really <i>mean </i>it.


Good luck.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


That reminds me - how in the Nine Hells could goblins capture a chap as well-muscled as you?


Give me what you owe or maybe I'll just have to help myself to it when you're dead.


Help me and we'll stick it to the Absolute - together.


And I did desire you.


But that'll have to wait. Are we going to help each other, or not?


*The Urge within does not want to talk. The restless Urge starts to scream.*


Trapped like a rat. Humiliating.


Let's just go. This place reeks of death and I want to feel alive again.


It takes a sharp weapon to kill, but a sharper mind to make a slaughter fit for Bhaal. I am pleased that you have both.


*You've heard of this provision - better known as the 'You First' clause.*


So quick to turn on your friends... a sure sign of an unsound mind, and a villainous heart.


Spot on.


Try to not waste this.


Well. This is quite the mess you've gotten us into.


I provide the Orphic Hammer, with which you can free Prince Orpheus.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


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


Bow to your betters, boy.


Just - I just need some space. I'm sure this will all start to sink in soon.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


Ludus non factum est!


NO! <i>Don't fall asleep.</i>


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


With me, you will have power greater than Bhaal could have given you, <i>and </i>you will bow to no master.


Heh.


A fallen warrior. Rest in peace, kin.


Foolish woman - as if I needed more reason than I already had.


Feathers. Looks like the postmaster's down a messenger pigeon.


Out cold. Is that... good?


I already have plenty of lackeys. All you have to offer me is your death.


That door is saturated with necrotic magic. Best keep my distance.


Hence why you're here, and they're dead.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Inscrutable markings.


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


A trap? We're the ones backed into a corner here, I'd say.


A remedy most potent.


No time for mercy.


That depends on how you define 'survived', really, but they are free. They're making their way into the Underdark as we speak.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Orpheus' greatest champion, snuffed out before he could see the Prince of the Comet tear through Realmspace and beyond.


I should go, gather allies. We'll join you in your hour of need.


Have a look around!


Another dream, another order from that dubious visitor.


Ah, shit. No luck.<br>


Let's chat, then.


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


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


Felt like an earthquake - as if I didn't have problems enough already.


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


Then your devotion to the Murder Lord is unparalleled. And I am in your debt. For you have done me a great service. You have cleared the way for my return.


I'm inclined to agree. Let's not involve ourselves in this place any more than necessary.


*Sigh.*


You're not going anywhere. Attack!


*'Ascend in her silver blood.'*


It is the same power that enabled his mother Gith to bring about the fall of the Illithid Empire aeons ago, a power she passed on to him, and that I leveraged for you.


Gods! At this rate I'll have to give up the Weave and take up a crossbow. Get the gods out of our business entirely.


She's agreed. Just about.


We've been travelling with a vampire this whole time?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


No... just a jumble of nonsense. Shame, I didn't have you pegged as a simpleton.


Do you think me a fool? If it were blood I wanted, I would choose easier victims rather than challenging gods and cosmic aberrations.


Rip the gizzard's <i>face off</i>.


<i>(The vault is strictly prohibited for customers. And if you don't cease this foolishness, the rest of Sorcerous Sundries will be as well.)</i>


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


At least... at least some of us are safe, praise Ironhand.


I just want a little look.


Alfira was harmless. Couldn't you have quenched your bloodthirst on something that posed a <i>threat </i>to us?


Well met, stranger.


We had a deal. But Karlach's still breathing.


Best act fast.


I say you're scamming the lot of us.


It's a good thing you decided to infiltrate the cultists rather than fight them. The Absolute has already mustered an impressive army, and its forces still grow.


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


Let's not throw the murderous baby out with the bathwater - it's not <i>all right</i>, but it's what I'm willing to do. For you.


*It's no good. You are in his domain, and he will not be denied. His presence fills your mind, erasing your personality.*


The sooner we get out of this gith warren, the better.


Bit rotten, this is. I've had worse.


Enough interference! <i>Let me be</i>.


On your feet.<br>


Halsin is an elf with the presence of a bear. He left west, with the adventurers.


Goblins and drow happened.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


*An army of Sharrans. You've led grander hoards of truer butchers. This is nothing.*


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


There will be another time for us.


I can't tell whether you're a bad liar or a worse jester, but either way, it isn't cute.


Buff


We get along quite well, I think.


Just keep your fists to yourself, yes?


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Best get in and out.<br>


That doesn't look good.<br>


Most illithids prefer to dominate their thralls through transformation, yet here you stand, untransformed.


The temple is beneath the city, where all blood spilled is drained.


You'll have a drink, but not with me? <i>Betrayal.</i>


Hee. Hee. Hee hee hee <i>hee hee hee</i>. Thou art the one!


We're going to keep Astarion safe. On my life, Cazador won't touch him.


A warded door. Better open it gently.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


You should have yielded to them. They would have given you a noble end.


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


I think Shadowheart will require all of your attention. I suspect she is rather needy once you break past that cold exterior.


Where am I? What's going on?


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


Don't get too comfortable, you 'orrible sacks of muck. Drow might need us any time.


Heard a rumour some do-gooder stopped a horde of Absolutists from getting their hands on a load of druids in some grove.


There's got to be another way in.


*Your skull groans and bends under the pressure. Then - agony.*


Come, Voss - I need you!


He was an efficient teacher. I have the burns to prove it.


Wonder what's past this.


We'll grab the tieflings along the way - we'll need 'em if it comes to a fight.


And now? Now, Ketheric Thorm must die.


What are you doing? They're going to tear me to shreds... They'd never forgive me for what I've done.


She really wants to kill you, Gale? To squander your life? Is that really a god you want to serve?


An aasimar at my side. Few can claim such an ally.


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


The things I do... or speak to.


Good luck with your new friends. They'll stab you in your sleep, but at least you'll be remembered as a real bastard.


This way. It's not far.


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


I do appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's try to restrain ourselves a little.


*Your life is laid bare among those that came before. Your innermost thoughts are turned to silver thread and relayed to the Astral Sea.*


Rest easy, I've got you.


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


*Perhaps it will open the nearby pod.*


Voco glacies!<br>v3


Voco spicae!<br>v2


The master will be so angry with you. He will do such terrible, terrible things to you.


The forge is ready to go. I just need to start it.


How precious. A scrying eye, forever shut.


My friends - today, a new covenant is forged. Together, we will stand against the evil forces plaguing our dear city!


Gnolls erupting from corpses? I've not seen the likes of it.


I wouldn't dream of rewarding such bravery with <i>gold</i>. Besides, this is Oskar's debt to settle.


I can carry no more.


*The bird eyes you with suspicion, but doesn't attack.*


((*Sovereign. he has come. the Rot has come*))


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


Effort v8


We'll be leaving soon enough.


Wulbren has a way of attracting true believers - his quest for runepowder was the latest dream he stuffed in our heads.


Can't hear a damned thing in there.


Ya ever kill a tieflin'? I heard they got black, boilin' blood when ya slice 'em up.


You are different - a pleasant surprise. One of the first in my long life.


Necklace matches the sigil in that cave. The Harpers were busy.


Honestly, I have no idea what we're doing. Or what comes next.


Voss, to battle!


This curse really doesn't want to be lifted!


Another bard who thinks humour is the same as talent - cute.


She was a blight on the grove. You were right to put her down.


*It is not without sadness that you leave this world, but locked away, at least the people in it will be safe.*


Keep an eye out, brethren. It must be here somewhere.


Ugh. Isn't there a human crèche she can join?


Dying Burning<br>v6


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


Peasants <i>love </i>grovelling afore those of good breeding. The shameful poor Isobel protects <i>want </i>to die by your royal hand.


Getting nowhere fast. He'll never die while Nightsong's still caged!


I'm not. <i>Shaking.</i>


Where do I go from here?<br>


And what surprise is <i>this?</i>


YOU CAN PASS. BUT FIRST YOU MUST PAY.


I clearly recall asking you not to waste my time.


Wait! I'm sorry - I'm sorry.


Begone, putrid boil!


She's a vampire.


You heard him. Move out!


I have no love for the drow, but she is one of us. We cannot leave her beneath Orin's knife.


You did pretty well there, soldier. I have to say, I'm impressed.


We both need to get off this thing. Let's help each other.


Ta-ta for now.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


All right. Time to skulk about.


We should investigate.


Should get started.


It's gone - the entire crèche is destroyed.


Can't talk now. The children need me.


You led us through briar and bramble, you affirmed my faith when it faltered.


I dunno, devil stuff? What matters is I can keep my kids safe. Everyone else's let them down, but I won't.


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


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Attack Critical<br>


Shout


Not your typical pet. Hopefully it doesn't wreck the camp when it gets there.


*Spit.*


Please! F-free me. Y-you don't need me anymore.


Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy.


Dying Freezing to Death


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


You there. Looking to earn some coin?


A few dozen times.


We had such a close bond. I opened you up endlessly with my scalpels, and got lost in your insides.


Still, even among the educated this Absolute is quite the mystery.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Hah, looks like the chaser's gettin' chased!


This looks like a matter for Gale.


Brandy is the cure for most ills, I do believe.


Seems like something rotten went down in the Counting House. Ol' Nine-Fingers didn't get her way for once, as I hear it.


Here goes nothing.<br>


A button. Of course - revealed by the ring's magic.


That's up to you.


What's this?


Watch your back, now.


Runepowder? Gond's hammer, where did you find such a thing?


Secreti umbrarum!


Another clue about the adamantine forge. Unnecessary now that the memory shard revealed its location.


Not that you'll be grateful.


I know, I'm looking exceptionally well. You, on the other hand - how the tidy have fallen. Are you eating?


You chose well. We have enough burdens as it is without taking on more.


But when I found you, you did not see your father, rushing to save you - you only saw a wolf, hunting you in the darkness.


A knife in the dark.


Oh, it did sound a touch rowdy inside. I hope everyone is all right.


She rushed off this morning. Probably some infernal business.


<i>Subdue the githyanki, quickly!</i>


Let's not get caught off-guard.


<b><i>The next order to be given is mine and it is this - die. </i></b>


An infernal ritual circle, I think.


But first, we must attend to the captive prince.


*The Targeting Module, an optical focus device, is fitted within the Watcher's Helm to enable aiming of the Harpoon Bow.*


The plan's simple: you draw the cultists' attention with your brain-bug, we hit them hard and fast. Once they're down, you grab the lantern.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Oh don't be such a killjoy. What's the worst that could happen?


That did the trick. Nothing but ashes left of that jar now.


They're already gone - don't hesitate!


That meddling <i>ghoul</i>. Florrick, I -


Into the fray.


Boring, boring! Anyone can do that.


The stones have failed us, and our enemy is more potent than ever. This feels like a step backwards.


Not much point when the platform's already here.


Combat Begins<br>var 2


The Stone Lord - Minsc - is the Absolute's enforcer-in-chief. Every piece of territory he takes from me goes to the cult.


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


<i>Gh'rack...</i>


*You keep low to the ground, scuttling like a rat.*


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


No - the hag's 'gift' is gone but it's - it's going to happen. Soon.


That <i>artefact </i>is an heirloom of my people. Likely she spilled githyanki blood in order to steal it. This cannot stand.


Dying Panic Fall


Who better to understand a watchful broodmother than one who hails from... <i>below</i>?


Treme!


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


I <i>heard</i> you. So now hear me: raise a single hand against me, and I will slice it clean off.


Ugh, another helpless soul begging to be rescued?


As you need.


<i>Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!</i>


You mean when the keepers stand and sleep, all at once? My kind learned to do this long ago.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


There's something I need to say, something important. Can you spare a moment?


It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!


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


The Guild is this city's first and last line of defence. It's only natural that we watch the gates for anyone interesting.


You'll deal with the remaining Absolutists in much the same way, I suppose.


Maybe that's why they picked him. Told him to kneel...


You louse, you mite!


Nock. Draw. Breathe. Loose.


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


Unleash your potential.


Am I to sneak up and say 'boo'?


Go ahead.


So much for Glut. Ashes to ashes, mulch to mulch.


Yes, I suppose so... Doesn't explain all the shouting though.


Crescit eundo!


MUMMY!


Though perhaps that might change, if you can show an open mind.


If you have another choice, you go right ahead.


Away, eye-watering stench!


This darkness. It <i>hurts</i>. You must feel it too.


Perhaps next time we shouldn't poke the mysterious ox.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Ah - we might find some dustier stock down here. The kind of thing a wizard would keep from the public eye.


On my way.


Pick up a copy and read all about it!


To seek power for personal glory alone is a farce. You were wise to see it.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


For I am Death. And I am not the end - I am a <i>beginning</i>.


*The hyena moans softly as its body contorts, ribs cracking and flesh tearing.*


A knife in the dark.


That disc looks like it can move - a way forward?


*If the goblins didn't hear you before, they certainly do now.*


*There is an inscription on the pedestal: 'When the Orphic Hammer strikes like thunder, even Astral chains are torn asunder.'*


Karlach, my love. I'm the Vampire Ascendant - there's nothing I can't do.


Ugh, that reeks.


*Some say freedom is priceless. At least now, you know better.*


... drove me mad but... loved them... dead now... everyone is... dead.


Holli was swimming in Grey Harbour - as we all do. The beast struck her and she lost consciousness - Umberlee eased her passing.


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


We're finally free from Ethel - thanks to you. I can't wait to start <i>living </i>again.


Seco!


Goblins killed her. Such a beautiful beast.


Gah. The art was foul enough before it tried to murder us.


Up there. Danthelon's Dancing Axe - the Harper safe-house Jaheira mentioned.<br>


It's a summoning channel, the kind Mystra once used to call me to her side. I only have to reach for it, and it will take me to her side.


Collapsing... No more time...


You'd better hope there's more of those 'shrooms around here.


This is my first kill.


Voco vineae!


Just go. I won't ask you again.


Your brain going mushy, <i>jargh? </i>That's where those Absolute-freaks hole up.


<i>It is done. You have proven yourself. You have answered my highest calling. My Chosen. My Warrior. My Dark Justiciar.</i>


Your troubles are over; we shall help you. Baretha?


I'd say bye, but you'll be dead soon! Hah!


Kind of you to offer a free sample then. Now that she's tried out inferior goods, she'll know just how good she has it already.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Demento te!<br>v2


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


Kiai<br>var 2


Attack Critical<br>var2


Swift as my feet can carry me.


*A quiet contentment settles in your chest. Perhaps a life without power would not be so terrible.*


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


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


A shame. This is a journey I'd have liked to see through to the end, but I've my own finale to face. And it's best I face it alone.


Danger! Danger! 'Evil Adventurers Put City in Danger'! What will the Flaming Fist do about it?


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Even if we did somehow unshackle our collars simultaneously, and overthrow our oppressors, there would be consequences.


Soft living has bred low morals in this city. I'll bet an intrepid adventurer like yourself has never stooped to take a handout, unlike half of this lot.


A girl's got to eat. What do I gain from denying your appetites?


I can't move. Someone help!


I will admit a petty sort of pleasure in your making the goddess look a lackwit, cleric.


Ever wanted to meet the most cowardly dragonborn in the Realms? I fell for the blockhead.


Gods, I need to go. I need to get home.


A little gratitude would be nice.


How long do you have?


With every breath, a purpose.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Not an invitation I had anticipated - or desired.


Effort v9


Happy to assist a friend.


Te occludo oculos!


Nor did I ask to play bloodhound, yet here we are.


Spare me the scolded puppy routine - I already said I'm not angry. I'll still pet you as much as you like.


I thought I made myself clear last time - lose the other gith, or there's nothing more to say.


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


Nearly ready...


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


My, the Theskan Double Counter-Gambit. Vicious. Exactly what I would have done.


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


I see. Well, I've no desire to stand in the way of the future you've chosen.


*Let Vlaakith's servants come for you if they dare. You will show them who embodies the true essence of the githyanki.*


<i>Tir'su</i> markings. Ancient. I recognise them, but I can't make sense of... no, wait.


I can't believe you let me do that. Killing all those people.


I regret many things in my life. Choosing to be here, intact and unexploded, is not one of them.


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Tendays of dissections of a still-living victim.


Well now, let's not throwing stones. Glass houses and all that.


I - I killed him. I killed all these people. I am no better than any of them.


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


<i>Gh'rack</i>. Hook horrors.


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


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Edowin told us there was a camp of faithful goblins nearby. It'll do me good to be among allies.


*Suspicion floods Ragzlin's mind. Your brain <i>howls</i> as you force a final query into his throat.*


Yeah, this edition looked better than ever!


Thank you for that most considerate reminder.


A poor globe indeed that only shows the world's surface. It requires layers.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Aye. Nor us, I'm afraid.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. Exactly the sort of thing I'm looking for.


Adieu.


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


Hold on. I'm coming to help.


Godsdammit.


There is nothing more to be said... I need to be alone.


Attack Critical<br>var2


That old woman was certainly memorable.


Looks like a tollhouse.<br>


<i>I know it is no easy choice for you, but we will have a far better time ridding the city of Gortash if you accept just a touch of illithidness.</i>


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


<i>A sacrifice is not a sacrifice if it has no meaning. This is the final step - snuff out the last embers of your old life, so that you can finally be who you were meant to be. </i>


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


No doubt Zariel will be on my trail soon. Think I even spotted one of her hunters on the ship. I better get moving.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Well, it seems we have ourselves an answer. Let's move on.


What a vicious looking creature. I swear its eyes are following me.


We've made a powerful ally today.


There goes my appetite for a while.


How gallant. Don't suffocate on your way out, hmm?


Even when it was scary. Even when I was alone. I didn't give up.


All the more reason to hurry.


A tollhouse like this would only be merited in the most prosperous of settlements. This was once a thriving trade route.


Awaiting orders.<br>


Dying Burning


Sorry, baby, you gotta use your brain to get this boon. Even if it's the size of a pea.


I know.


Hear that? Sounds like something's powering down.


Surely no one will notice.<br>


*A monstrous army looms ahead.*


What do we do without him? Can't go nowhere...


May the seas be as kind as you deserve.


Selûnite rubbish.


Never mind their history. Let's look for help.


Say - you've a bit about you, though. Maybe you should think about enlisting.


A cat, with wings...? That's new. At least to me, anyway.


Hope the Fist tries to storm in. I want to see those traps in action.<br>


This man - a Selûnite, not unlike myself - had family. Friends. And he abandoned them all to become a monster.


What is this place?


Undetected.


I understand. Although I wonder how many other innocents will die for your mercy.


S'all yours.


*You find yourself thrust into Shadowheart's mind, but it's different than before. There's more. More than you - or she - can comprehend. A flood of restored memories, finished thoughts, revealed secrets...*


Bet Gortash's estate is paying the Mouth's printing fees.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


The great devil grows sloppy. He makes his offer, but only <i>after</i> telling us where to find what we seek. The Orphic Hammer.


We both know the orb I carry inside me is powerful enough to burn away the Absolute's blight in an instant.


Did it think it could protect? Did it think it could save? Only the blades can offer salvation.


His devilish form hath become a boon in the Hells - the Blade striketh fear into devils and demons alike.


It's done.


Amusing.


Here's your cut. Just like Brithvar said.


*Prince Orpheus is gone. But the githyanki's future has not died with him.*


On the contrary, my dear - unlike you, I know <i>just </i>where to bite.


Meet me in your camp - I'll lay everything out.


Best be on my way.<br>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Your coin is always welcome here, and so are you, devil-slayer.


It's lovely...


I am a daughter of House Baenre. I obey no authority except my own desires.


I need proof. Hard proof. A motive too - otherwise I'm afraid the case remains closed.


A doppelganger - hidden among us? <i>Tsk'va!</i>


Is someone... singing?


They're dying for me. All of them.


Yes, Orin has taken the rude githyanki. But she is our comrade - and so we are going to save her.


*Sigh.* You're a gifted hunter, pup. And Zariel's made her share of enemies in and out of the Hells.


The Ironhand Gnomes have proven the impossible. Runepowder is real. And they have it in their possession.


And you - not a mark on you. You burn just as hot as myself, dear sister.


Might fit that chest.


Y-yes, ma'am. I promise, ma'am. Never again.


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


Hurt


Dying Deep Exhale


First you convince me to quit being a bard, then you threaten to kill me? Charming as ever.


Oh. Well I meant more the molten rock and plunging chasms, but yes, the folk leave something to be desired as well.


The nerve of that smirking little rat.


Laughter


*You find a current of hope flowing through her thoughts. She believes you all have a real chance.*


<i>ALBEERRRRT! TAKE ME HOOOME! </i>


I <i>always </i>help my friends.


<i>You must drink the entire draught. I can make no promises as to its taste.</i>


Not a step farther.


Let me give you a hand.


Looks like an ambush.


Certainly.


It will only take a moment. And once you are a mind flayer, I will fold you under my protection once more.


Notes on the cursed shadows. If ever they were to spread...


I commend you on your willingness to take such a risk. Now, let's hope your new, illithid-fuelled prowess tip the balance suitably  in our favour.


Eh... beg pardon, True Soul, but that's the <i>alarm</i>. Not to worry, though - I'll handle the lads.


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


One sorrow ended. The next soon to begin.


There are sixteen different ways I could really hurt you right now.


Uh-huh. 'Cause people order from the kitchen in the dead of night to be <i>polite</i>. Now - what you want?


Don't know who you're talking about. So clear out, hm?


Ah, cries for help... I must be home.


Pish posh. One might as well deny one's mother's womb as the cradle of life.


*Alarmed by your companion's approach, the cub flees into the forest.*


Voco potentia!


Ah ha! The symbol of the rising Moon - a Selûnite must have dropped it.


This truth you seek. Boo believes that Minsc is knowing more than Minsc knows. But - it is a difficult thing.


You were lucky that Omeluum realised this before he attempted a fatal extraction.


Don't group me with the likes of them!


Trouble seems to seek you out, Minsc. I know the feeling - the larger you are, the more likely someone wishes to test themselves against you.


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


Support incoming.


But I saved the gall bladder as a memento of your talent. It's tucked safely inside my breast pocket.


Don't worry, soldier - I'm on it.


Well spoken. Indeed, ogre 'kill everyone around'.


The great Orin the Red tugs your sleeve, sulking for attention. She might come to regret it yet.


Baldur's Mouth was singing your praises, wasn't it? Not every day I meet someone famous.


See Gortash there? That's a <i>leader</i>, that is.


How'd you even get that way?


*Music to yours, and everyone's ears. Premium instruments, made with only the finest Cormanthoran wood.*


Hmm. It won't move.


Nor will Minsc! Again.


Do not fall again.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Not if I get to him first.


Wonder if the Gazette will investigate Gortash's death... Folk deserve to know who did it.


I've traced people like you, people with parasites in their brains, all the way here from Baldur's Gate.


I've never been here during the day. I'm not sure sunlight does it any favours.


Do not let the laws or scruples of inferior minds stand in your way.


Where's the bloody lock?


*You can't determine the nature of his ailment.*


<i>Your reluctance to help nearly cost us everything. You saw reason just in time. </i>


I can't believe Orpheus wants one of us to transform.


This wasn't in the last show!


Breaking news! The Mouth said it first!


It's like music, poetry, physical beauty all rolled into one and given expression through the senses.


It is many things. A hatchery, a training grounds, a shelter.


Nawh... you wouldn't be able, you're just a... erm...


Another Bhaalspawn falls - leaving only the final Chosen.


No! Wait!


A circle of mushrooms. The teachings made no mention of this.<br>


Open - let me pass. I beseech. I beg. I DEMAND!


Well, well.


Try to do better.


Light, yes. Something to burn the cursed shadows away.


Could just look the other way.


What's wrong with you? Let her go!


Non movere!


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


I'll stick near you when the city walls come down, boss. I want to see how much damage you can do.


Looks like it. I didn't hear a sound, though.


A lesser man would sever that well-coiffed head from your neck for the insolence, without a moment's thought.


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


Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother.


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


It's unusual for prey to supply the tools of its own butchery.


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


I am now the Blade of Avernus.


Mol! We've got trouble!


Let me make myself indispensable.


Recovered


Definitely magic - though I wonder what they mean...


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


Don't let him get to you, Nop. All kinds of funny folk in the city right now.


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


Move. I don't have time for you.


We'd better get in after all this.


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


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


That's a githyanki blade if ever I saw one.


I shall deal with this.


Pay no mind to this madwoman. She's a jealous old hanger-on who'd ruin me for the crime of my success in protecting our fair city.


...I missed him, too. And try as you might, I know you have not missed my point as neatly as you pretend.


Oh, you flatterer! But you are of course correct. My tail is quite the marvel.


Oh, the cocky ones are my favourite to chew on.


But - try not to get lost. Frightful weather out there.


I'll see you later, I'm sure. Sleep tight.


Remember - you have to be illithid to wield the Netherstones. Now is the time. Absorb the parasite's potential. Evolve.


Drink of dead, dying, death. Order up.


It is exactly this off-ness I seek to address. A berserker must enter battle with an empty mind.


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


Auntie Ethel - it's time to hold up your end of our bargain!


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


What the hells is this place?


Another gem. One step closer to proving my worth to Lady Shar.


Not got it yet! Got stuck here instead!


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


Come on, arsehole! You won't reach the boat - not while I'm breathing!


It's time to start talking. What did you do?


I can only hope we turf them out before they devour all our food like locusts.


She's not brave, Ben. She's just learned to stay silent to avoid causing trouble.


Spent much time in the Underdark?


I don't get it. I thought the bleedin' was the point?


You've chosen the company you keep - I will not allow the Bhaalspawn to hide behind you.


When we reach the grove, you charge only on <i>my</i> command.


You shall live on. And wherever I go, I shall feel your presence, and you mine.


That army outside won't be long noticing this mess. We need to get this done - quickly.


*You feel your request leave this plane, and carry like a whisper on the Feywild's winds. There is no response.*


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


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


And I think one of her is quite enough in my life. Good day to you.


Yet we thrive. It is <i>madness.</i>


Dying Panic Fall


Yes. Of course, of course.


A shame to wizardry, this one. Still, we should exercise caution.


As something of a potential would-be mind flayer myself, I couldn't agree more.


Don't mind if I do.


How about we bake something? You love baking - remember?


Very clever, fabricating people to do your fighting for you. But they won't be able to protect you forever, Gortash.


This is Mol's eyepatch - what's become of her?


How dare you! I'm an... actor! Yes! That's the word. A proper job, not some jester.


Be mine tonight, and you will know why.


Oh. Holy, good holy. We follow Yeenoghu holy.


... chest... locked... dangerous...


What, apart from the dragon? Look...


Your kind will go far for glory. As you have shown by being here.


And the fucking Gondians are to blame for all of it.


If somebody angers me, I hurt them not because I lose control of my temper, but because it teaches them not to anger me again.


Mine is the advantage.


What a mess.


Surely you have <i>something</i> better to do.


What's that? For a moment I thought my friend Mr Dekarios was near, but now I see it's only the ghost of one of Mystra's playthings.


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


The changeling stands no chance, fiendish one. Eviscerate her!


Direct that elsewhere.


Viconia - to battle!


You're being a real thorn in my side.


Gortash didn't want me at first. Didn't trust me. Got me to wag my tongue, swear an oath never to hang him from the hooks, drip-drain him into Father's open jaws...


What? No!


Ketheric's Dark Justiciars from a bygone era.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


It's an honour to work with you, ma'am.


*There she stands. Mystra. Goddess of the Weave. Mother of all magic.*


You helped me escape this hellspit, then took down the heart of Moonrise - Ketheric himself. I'm impressed.


Boo will not permit himself to be held by you any longer, Shadowheart.


You sweetheart. But while you're here, maybe there's something else you could look at?


Attack


*A hero of Baldur's Gate who fought alongside Jaheira during the Time of Troubles. Minsc is a legend.*


Do you think we'll stay in Baldur's Gate long?


Could've have said it better myself.


Voss, to battle!


Please. Baelen's got a job to do. We can leave when he's done it.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


That doesn't lessen your victory. Well done.


Can't get past those rotflowers. They get in your head, make you see things. Half my squad jumped off a cliff, laughing.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Mr Needle's gotten pally with that Lord Gortash, and suddenly can't sing his praises highly enough.


That'd be a great threat - if you weren't <i>in the building too</i>, genius.


Shadowheart's gone, then - and I can't blame her. Let us try to take better care of each other.


Listen up then.


My eyes!


*Your favourite drownings all take place in shallow water... Just a slice of the ankle tendons...*


I wonder if she bit the head off her mate after they'd done the deed.


Truly? I thought you felt the same way as me. There was a connection, I was sure.


I didn't like those metal contraptions, but I like it even less that they've all collapsed. Can't depend on anything or anyone these days.


Curious, have you had a chance of heart? Or forgotten our little agreement? Turn this wayward child over to me, and you shall go free, with Lady Shar's faithful as your allies.


Let's get this over with.


Welcome to our humble - wait, are you <i>Karlach?</i>


Rally on me - a wall of bone and blade against the darkness. <i>Now!</i>


*Today? You'd been kidnapped by mind flayers, chased through Hell by dragons, and thrown out of a burning ship.*


Nothing interesting buried here.


Ruined mind waxing ever-red, with less reason than a feral ratling, crawling from ditch to sewer, suckling on your dagger's rust.


Jaheira is possessed of noble taste in company. You must be a fine servant indeed.


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


Liar. I've seen no such creatures.


I could have stopped it. I could have saved him.


She went to see you. We <i>know </i>she did.


I don't know where home is anymore... but it's not here.


As if the heat weren't cruel enough, I must contend with malformed dragons as well?


Of course, an establishment like that invites all sorts of outlandish entertainments.


I'll be revising the terms of our deal, Zhentarim. Gold for steel.


But I still feel his presence. Something about that helm...


Locked. Best find another way in.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


A desire for purity. Moral absolution.


Even you, my erstwhile quarry.


She preferred it when we were alone, curled up before a crackling hearth with some ancient, esoteric tome between us, ink glinting in the firelight...


Always need a new dose of misery.


Obedi me!


A poor illusion. An apprentice could do better.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


You know, I think I'll stick around, watch this play out. I could use the entertainment.


Astarion, we need to talk. I know you're a vampire - it's kind of obvious.


Damn it. It can never be easy, can it?


No more than my right hand can absorb my left. Oliver is helping Thaniel to recover; they both lie dormant, like trees awaiting spring.


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


A little support is called for.


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


Always a pleasure.


If that damned thing could just slow down a moment...


Incredible. Flo must be livid I got out of Avernus. Wants to drag me back to the Hells with a few horror stories. All right. Go ahead.


I wanted to write a song for her and you - you ruined it. You ruined <i>everything</i>.


Drunk


You won't raise a finger against him! I won't let you!


Perhaps.


Let me help you then. Every moment counts, and I've asked much of you already without being at your side.


Where has she gone, I wonder?


Minsc was a hero. He deserved a hero's death. Not this. We'll avenge him. The Dead Three did this, really. And we're going to stop their fucked up plan in its tracks.


Not in the business of doing devils favours, but I suppose Raphael will be glad.


Crèche Y'llek... hidden among the mountains... veiled by ruins...


*The glyphs scream, searing your mind. You feel lost, tossed in a sea of arcane power you can neither control nor comprehend.*


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


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Mm - your candour makes you all the more enticing.


There is no shame in an end. All things come to be lost. But if you wish to be examined...


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


BUT WHERE IS YOUR CONTRACT YOU INGLORIOUS LUMP


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


<i>If </i>we find it. I doubt he's just left it lying around.


Do not underestimate his Steel Watch. Seek their cradle in the Lower City and skewer their skull meat. Make them rust and blood. Then you can gore the lordling again and again and again -


Astarion - send forth your army of the dead!


Keep your stubby sausage fingers away from my instruments, <i>xallihoon</i> - I don't have time to replace them.


Sol Invictus!


*Cabaret here, featuring Rhol, the Despoiler! The highest kicks in Baldur's Gate, guaranteed!*


What's next?


That statue. It seems they worshipped some kind of... scholar?


But if you don't need me, I shall perish. Once and for all.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


A spot of bother.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


You worthless, treacherous little rats.


Wave after wave with hardly a breath between them. I almost dare not rest.


Thindo Vintervur WILL survive! He WILL!


Well, hello there.


Must have belonged to Lenore's dog.


If you can clear the road of goblins as you say, I'll ensure a reward is gathered for you.


I... I suppose you did what you had to. Gods help me, I'd have done the same.


Dribbles is - was - helping her see life anew. But she was not ready.


Can you feel it? The hurting?


*Your minds intertwine. You sense a touch of uncertainty, a touch of disgust.*


What is this bright tower? Strange.


I am a bit light-headed.


Serious? I'd promote him from rat-catcher! Full partner!


Amo sanguinem!


All that live are yours, Myrkul. Let us hasten them on their journey.


Y-yes, of course - I didn't realise who you was.


Fine. As long as I don't have to listen to any complaints in the meantime.


Ketheric will be vulnerable, now. All we need to do is strike.


Please tell me you've at least made inroads when it comes to finding someone to settle down with. Myself and Mrs Dekarios are starting to think you intend to die alone.


Hm...


Cave circulum!


This should do nicely for a camp.


Dead... abandoned... Cazador found me... brought me back...


<i>I am tempted. But it will be quite some time before I am - ah - able - to do that again. And time is not on our side. </i>


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


And not a devil to be found. This is it. I'm finally free.


Well, I'm getting ahead of myself. This is all a worst case scenario, obviously.


A map of Father Lorgan's tunnels - and his name scrawled above. Someone was watching him, Boo.


To forswear the strength of seven thousand souls - that is an act of <i>true </i>strength, says Boo.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


Not good enough.


Ira!


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


*It seems your companion's teleportation has caused some upset.*


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


You'd better have a <i>very good </i>offering in hand if you're being this much of a pain.


Welcome back, mate. What can I get you?


They are legion, and we are few. We must push onward to the brain - defeat it, and they will all fall.<br>


She's really nice, but... I miss dad.


Already told you to bugger off, didn't I?


*Grunt.*


You would keep my people chained to their damnable queen. I should've trusted my gut, driven a blade through your throat at first chance.


I am accustomed to leading, not following, and your decisions of late make me regret ever joining with you.


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


Dying Burning


It's been a long day. I'll need to rest soon.


In nocte consilium!


If I must.<br>


We need not speak of trust. Only using the creature as it no doubt means to use us.<br>


But we <i>do </i>know that anyone who goes charging into those shadows is dead.


I'll remain here and do what I can to disrupt these cultists' plans. Perhaps I can stop their attack before it's even launched. Farewell.


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


<i>To the top. Strike down anything standing between you and the brain.</i>


Hold still, soldier!


Nasty place, isn't it. My torch only just held out long enough for me to find my way here.


... pack of... gnolls... claws... teeth...


Buff


Both True Soul and drow - that slave'd jump off a ledge if she knew who was after her.


What chance did they have to fight this madness? They should have fled while they could.


Better be cautious.


Lae'zel: passions of the heart and the blade wage war in her soul.


Ah, my mistake. I should have known by your gormless demeanour. You've had your mind decluttered and have been put to work.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


Nine Hells - you followed me all the way here? What could you possibly want with me now?


Sh! You loud. <i>Clumsy.</i>


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


Let them come, and let them find me. Dame Aylin will strike down any who seek to bring her to harm's home.


Surprised this hay hasn't gone up in flames yet.


Am I... <i>explosive?!</i>


You want... but I... I...


I don't know. You managed it for a solid decade.


Better to find the hunter, and stuff them instead.


Is this just for decoration? Useless.<br>


The hag's doing. It has to be.


I'd offer to bet on it, but I know you'll win this one.


If anyone can handle him, it's you. Just don't get yourself locked up - not now that you're home.


*You are swallowed by a chorus of turbulent music. Through one creature sing many voices: the harmony of an entire collective.*


A word, please.


Lucky I made it out.


<i>Nothing.</i> I'll break your skull!


Nearly out - just a bit further!


Auntie has my baby! Where is he? Where is my baby?!


The wealthy fear the loss of position and pocketbook more than any other.


I saw Dror Ragzlin stash some stuff behind the waterfall near the bridge.


You better hope your little tricks didn't harm the True Soul.


This attack will only strengthen their resolve.


<i>He meant something to this city. Yet it was I you rescued.</i>


Try to do better.


I should look for him. But what if he comes back and I'm gone? <i>Argh.</i>


For now, our plan <i>must </i>remain the same. We go to Sorcerous Sundries, and learn about that crown. And pray the devil doesn't get there first.


Do you see the pity in my hamster's eyes?


The inking is rough - a work in progress, surely.


PERHAPS THIS TIME FATE SHALL GRANT YOU A BETTER PRIZE.


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


No...


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


You aren't the first <i>istik</i> to require my treatment - though you're the most lucid by some margin.


Vlaakith's crown - what <i>was</i> that?


I don't know what you mean. At all.


As I said, I'm willing to move past the whole exsanguination issue, so long as you can promise to keep that hunger of yours in check.


What is this place? Makes the Underdark look like a sunlit meadow... I'm not sure I want to step in there.


Agents of the Stone Lord.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Effort v10


Well hello, beautiful. If only it was fresh.


Go quickly now - get to the Crown and cast the spell! We will keep the enemy at bay.


Bloody racket...


I need a quick word.


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


My bag. Please!


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


That you have. Now - asked you a <i>question</i>, lovely. What's your business 'ere?


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


Turn around and walk away. While you've still got legs to walk on.


Vlaakith... threatens... punishes...


<i>You cower behind a doomed god when the Absolute promised you such power?</i>


A pity, I thought you smarter than this. <i>Come.</i>


Not only would this be a vile deal, it would be folly to trust a hag's gifts.


Yes... But wants... More...


The <i>zaith'isk</i>. Vlaakith's purity, distilled. My duty. My right.


Can't be that they're hungry. We feed 'em better than the slaves.


RUN!


What's in here?


I will be at your camp. Do not keep me waiting.


Well - tragedy averted, I suppose.


Intactilis sum!


Karlach - you are in pain. Do not say otherwise. It is writ large across your face.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Hmmm.


Ooh - this one's feisty. Thrinn's gonna knock the snot right out of him.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


And you ran away as I recall. Left me to die, trapped in that pod.


Stop! Pleeaaase!


The Society's doors are always open to those who value knowledge and the proper application of it.


A facile achievement for those who know so little to begin with.


Scurrying footpads in their safe-houses, rats below our feet in their filthy holes, the crows in the night above... They will obey.


Felt good letting off a little steam after facing off with this ignots.


Tut tut, what manners! Good day to you!


I... I still can't believe Master Figaro is dead.


He made it. Now let's just hope he survives what's on the other side.


*But the rebel prince is the only reason you are still alive. It was his power that protected you from the Netherbrain. Does he deserve to die?*


It's a <i>look</i>, I'll give you that.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Swift as my feet can carry me.


Indeed - one to split the very soul. But I dare not dwell on it any longer lest I weep.


Pigeon blood. Poor thing.


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


If I just peer in your eye, I could quickly...


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I bring you relief!


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


You let that adventurer hit Meli.


Centuries of toil, all building to this.


But more importantly, it enables the hosts to be controlled.


You may be permitted here. But I will not <i>welcome</i> you.


So much blood. The illithids take what's useful and discard the rest.


Can you believe this is my first time in the Underdark? The world is so big.


That's that settled.


I'll be glad when we're out of this bloody cave...


And so you shall, as soon as you come to visit - there will be much for you to see, and not a soul among our numbers who will not wish to praise the saviour of Baldur's Gate.


Is that... yes! His hallucinations made real.


Anything for a friend.


What's this? You're a little early to be stealing work, scab. We haven't even formed a picket yet.


You hold the key to thwarting the <i>ghaik</i> Grand Design - and you ask me for coin? Petty trinkets?


Another damned mimic.


If you bring harm, she will cut you in two. Seek her within.


You almost figured it out. But almost won't save your friend. You had better up your game if you hope to truly save him.


<i>Don't do that. It won't help you.</i>


That crypt's ours - we've got people guarding it! Tryin' to off us and swipe the loot, is it?


Nere, Z'rell, Minthara - Whoever you are, leave. I shall carry out General Thorm's will alone.


I already said no. Now move along - you're scaring away my customers.


I don't know. Isn't that what a paladin of Selûne <i>does?</i>


You were right - explosives!


You were not even born when Shar's followers slew my fellow druids, or when her shadow curse tainted the land. I can get past those... but I truly wish you had trusted me sooner.


And this is the one I spoke of, my lady - the stranger I met while hunting the spawn.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


Darkness. Desolation. The Dark Lady's hand at work, mayhaps? HahaHA-HEE!


The Slayer is an ill-fitting suit, not tailored to that lazed body you have left to waste away.


Your goddess is satisfied. Or so I hope, for your sake.


I'll do <i>you</i> a favour, and pretend you ain't trying to steal my chicken.


Doorway... to the House...


It's true, and I can't imagine I helped with that. Sometimes I let the task at hand consume me, and people think I'm obsessed.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Kill the Absolute - and should you die in the attempt, it would be a better end than you deserve.


Until then, best we speak of other matters. Was there something you wished to ask?


A sigil I cannot make sense of.


Is that what a mind flayer looks like on the inside? As if the outside wasn't disturbing enough.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Why would you turn me back if you didn't -


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


You show the bloodsucker more mercy than he deserves, Karlach.


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


Falling


Choice is a luxury, honey. One your family cannot afford.


Can't slow down.<br>


Perfect spot for an ambush. Get into position.


No one leaves my people out cold.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Caveat incantator!


A spot of healing will help.


Not a problem.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Bet that will fit in my pack.


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


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


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


With courage does the hero march.
Fettered by the taxing chains of fear,
A stalwart soul must ever persevere.


Something over there.


Oh, Minsc knows all about this <i>Emperor</i>. It has tried to introduce itself to me already.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


Corellon preserve me. That cannot be our fate.


What a cruel disguise! My nerves started hammering the second I thought <i>she </i>was the one looking for me.


Since when did we become killers?


We need to wake him and learn what he knows - change is afoot ever since that winged aasimar tore through the skies above us.


You'll meet him again soon, and have a chance to show your gratitude.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


One heartbreak was quite enough for me, but to experience it as many times as you have must change a person.


Another big ol' eye. Wonder who's watching?


Away, you pox'd nun!


Gyldro? No, just you again.


I pity Wulbren - his brilliance was dazzling, but his mind was ruined by hatred. Thank you - for standing with us. Simply call, and the Gondians will come - I swear it.


Stealth is in order.


You underestimate my magnetism.


I gave you every chance. Now you've forced my hand.


Probably a waste of time.


Ahem - now, where was I?


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


A helping hand.


You - do you think it's possible? I suppose there is a chance.


I am at my lady's service, and hers alone.


Closed Mouth Effort


<i>The answer is twofold. One - I can, but it would kill you. As I told you before. </i>


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


No. He mostly avoids that topic.


Which of us is greyer here, hm?


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


SmileOpen<br>var 5


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Simply put your own hand on the lamp, and take your companion's place. Now, I must be going - I'm <i>horribly</i> late for an appointment.


We're free of the goblins, but the grove is changed. Wounded.


I hope there are no more. This cavern would be the first to collapse.


A bronze dragon - making friends with an elf, no less.


We can't afford to let that happen.


Couldn't pass up the chance to make some coin, you mean.


Cave circulum!


Only last tenday Gortash was being interviewed, now the Mouth's printing his obituary.


Statues? Strange...


It's not much, but handing out leftovers is the least I can do with the Absolute almost upon us.


On my way.


... seems you're the helping kind. All right - I need you to rescue my kin.


Hardly a welcoming sight.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


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


Depends. How many barrels?


Did you find anything that might help Oskar?


The sun rises, my boy, my <i>True Soul</i>. Are you ready?


Funny mummy!


Toddlers are easier to please than you lot.


Attack<br>var 3


Morio!


Lanceboard pieces, big as boulders. As if the game wasn't tiresome enough.


I know what you are. I know who you serve.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Ugh. If it'll hasten your departure...


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


Bend the knee or I will break it!


<i>Rhaal'tuuuuuch! </i><br>


Come on. Up.


Never been to Baldur's Gate, not sure how many gnomes are there. Sure hope I find some kind of gnomish community behind those walls.


Oh, I thought... all right. No problem.


Looks like they were trying to hide. Didn't work.


'Kelemvor to judge kindly, Helm to protect -'


You made short work of the gnolls... reckon you'd make shorter work of me and the boy.


Steady now.


<i>I am a mind flayer, yes. Without me you would be a slave to the Absolute.</i>


My friendship. Wonderful.


The gloves are off, I see.


Mine too. Soon enough, you're going to be mine. But until then, I'll play nice.


And you, Lae'zel of K'liir, want to free the forgotten prince, do you not?


CoughIll
var 4


Should be with the slave, or whatever's left of her. Find 'em and Sergeant Thrinn'll reward you.


Easy now, we're all on the same side, right?


Don't let this happen again.


The Tribunal... It...


Lux in tenebra!


By the gods, not Lae'zel.<br>


Zorru was right. Yellow as a toad, and twice as ugly.


Oh I'll join you. If you have whoever's in charge alongside you. Otherwise, I'd best be on my way.


Sticking my neck out again.


Better stop gazing at myself before someone accuses me of vanity...


I won't have to worry about the sun, at least.


That cage won't last!


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Argh - it was the dragonborn. The dragonborn hexed me!


With respect, sir - being a Hellrider is for life. They can't take -


I heard you learnt how to swim, Shadowheart - well done.


Her lips blue with her kiss, her lungs full of her quenching word!


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


That should work.


That light - it's protecting me from the curse.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Well, I suppose that explains why we don't often see eye-to-eye. Or tooth-to-fang, as is apparently the case.


I'd rather not think of it, Shadowheart...


All right,  all right, fair enough. But ooh, can I watch?


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


I didn't think that would work. This shadow curse is something else.


*Grunt.*


Of course! But also -


That smell - ah, lads did someone piss on the floor again?


Praise...


I'd like to stay, if it's all the same.


Inveniam viam!


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


I better get a 'thank you'.


A usurper falls, another rot cleansed.


The ring's a different colour from what it was before...


It's been <i>so long</i> since you last killed me.


You can't stop him. No one can stop him.


Is <i>that </i>what you want, you spineless ochre jellies?


You look a little different, but I'd know my old friend anywhere.


I'll ensure my people make the most of it. It pains me that I have nothing to give you in thanks.


That's the same forge the drow's corpse mentioned, surely?


Never wanted the easy path.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


Wait - stay your hand! I beg you!


He is watching. He is listening. He is... he is...


You are <i>impossible</i> sometimes, Wendel. Impossible.


Beautiful. And terrifying.


Indeed, my mirthful mate. Care to take a squeak at my fan-rats-tical wares?


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


Reynash, huh. Glad the toe-rag's buggered off. I'd do the same if I were you. Go on, piss off.


This book crackles with arcane knowledge.


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


The seat's empty for now. But I wager a good dozen thugs have their eyes set on it already.


It's one thing for us to actually pursue the Crown. I'm not entirely sure I want to threaten Mystra with the prospect on her own turf, so to speak.


Shout


Destined to be... matron mother... House Baenre...


<i>I </i>knew <i>we shouldn'tve taken that fancy berry beer. Could've tasted the poison if it hadn't been so sweet.</i>


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


The puppet of the githyanki queen.


*You taste nothing out of the ordinary - the herbs and spices sold by any market trader.*


Our children... you know... where they are...


I am the night. A pity, then, that it is so bright out.


A letter from Orin.


But if they die and I ascend, I won't have to rely on the parasite to walk in the sun. I'll be free - truly, completely free. Isn't that what you want?


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


Closed Mouth Effort v6


We will not bow to your evil terror, beast. Helm guide us!


I remember you crying after lights out when we first started our training. Now look at you.


Breathe, come on - get your head together.


If nothing else, it can aid any companions who travel with you - somehow I doubt Shar's largesse was extended to them.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Hang on. I'll set you free.


Their incisions are, as yet, still streaked with imprecision - that much I must concede.


Victory v4


I am seldom one to imbibe, but even I shall make an exception on a day like today.


Are you sure you're not making a mistake? Seems your heart is a hotly-contested prize, and I'm just... well, <i>me.</i>


No one's stopped me yet.<br>


Now, well - you've earned my respect, and more still. You've proven your wits. You are efficient and dominant, in and out of battle.


I wish I had time to wax your hide and brush your spines, but your adoring Butler must away.


Almost all of the eggs in this clutch have hatched. We await only one more, which is... taking its time.


Nothing. There must be another trigger.


Magnificent bow. Not of duergar make, I wager.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!<br>


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


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


So, it seems the device was activated by the presence of those githyanki hunters. Rather handy, that.


The Mapping will reveal your heartform. Then the healing can begin.


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


You are barely worthy to <i>look</i> at me. Get out of my sight.


C'mon. Scream. SCREAM OR BEG.


Big Gortash fans.


It's already finished.


Esurio!


The child ignores you. Would you like me to dispose of her?


Kozakuran, if I'm not mistaken. The same language inscribed on the ballroom door.


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


We need to run. <i>Now!</i>


Gods, what's happening?


Thief. None steal from Mystic Carrion and live to take another breath.


Thought it was over, but Ketheric's not done yet. Finish him.


Thanks for listening. For existing. Love you.


On your feet.


Feel that? This house doesn't want us here.


--- Inconsequential -- Just a vessel -- - One of many -
-- It will perish - We will survive -
- We are the power that links you all.


And I know this grove is in danger as long as you walk the Coast.


Honourable, but unwise. Her kind don't share your forgiving nature.


Well, are you ready? Are we?


Wouldn't want that to scar.


What now?


Might fetch a copper or two.


Are you familiar with the evil works of Nine-Fingers and her Guild, Karlach?


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Yer not allergic to dwarf-flesh or anything, are ya?


I used to while away many hours just like these with my companion, though in far comfier surrounds.


My power walks with you.


Can you stop? It's not like you never got caught.


I do, as a matter of fact. Would you be interested in lending a hand?


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


We didn't even <i>do </i>anything!


<i>I can feel the brain. Limitless rage, limitless hunger.</i>


Look - just observe like the rest of them, all right? The truth will come out, soon enough.


Attack<br>var 3


I'm sick of hiding down in the dark. This ain't why I joined the Zahent!


Dark elf! Do NOT go into the LIGHT!


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


*You were seen trying to escape. Your freedom might be short-lived, as might you.*


There's something in that debris.


Yes! Now we're talking.


This memory shard holds the location of the lost Adamantine Forge. It answers to the pass-phrase <i>'Dhourn, Lord Archmage'.</i>


A portal to Neverwinter. How I love the chill of the northern lands.


I'd tell you another, but I'm afraid that's the only coin I've got for you. You should've come around sooner while I still had all three.


I can't bear to think of it. But I can't tell you 'no'.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


It won't budge.


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


'Protector'? 'Magma'? Doesn't make a lick of sense.


I want you home, Garret - mam won't stop crying. And dad is always at the pub...


The doll! That must be the source of Mayrina's curse - I should tread lightly.


Who is the Absolute?


The Absolute's blight will be a hard one to cure. Gortash is the Archduke for the job.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


Come on - let's get you to shore. You're the one telling the sergeant what happened.


PainPretend<br>var 1


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


In my mistress' absence, I will look after this place, and any dogs who come here. I promise.


Move along, little bug.


Can't keep me out.


Nocturnus!


The Emperor may be a mind flayer, but we have needed all the help we've received. I don't think we should stop now.


Followers of the Absolute? Seems the curse isn't picky when it comes to victims.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Where's our dream guardian?


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


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


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


Perhaps. But while you saw a madman, I saw the boy he once was.


Just pray we never meet again - you slimy sack of <i>shit.</i>


*Will you return, once you cross this threshold?*


The rest of the note is pure gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Hold on! I'm coming.


We've got to dispel these shadows... somehow.


I never killed anyone that didn't deserve it. Devils, demons, and the fiends that serve 'em - no mercy.


Spurious prune-tart.


I'll give it a shot.<br>


We won't tolerate necromancy.


Dying Burning<br>v5


You won't get there if we starve on the way. Gonna rob your friends when you're hungry?


Maybe I need more pockets.


Effort v6


As am I.


Loud and clear.


No, no! KARLACH!<br>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


That could have been worse.


The old man wasn't lying. She's opened a summoning channel. Can't you feel it?


*The eagle screeches at you in warning and looks to the bigger bird for reassurance.*


We stand against gods and abominations, and so far we have proved their equals.


I've got what you need.


It's too late, then. You really are the Slayer.


I think... I think I'm better now. Can't miss my first roll call for the Fists.


You wouldn't say that if you ever saw me in the water.


We have important matters to address. My reunion with Karlach can wait.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


Please. Don't make me do this - not after all we've been through.


Take him for a jog, why don't ya. And don't let the lads snatch him up. No tellin' what they'll do to him.


Or - parts of him, at least. I gave no orders about the condition of his corpse.


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


You don't waste time, do you?


Paladins, to arms! The devil has found us.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Cudo! v3


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


They're already searching for the weapon. You should report to Inquisitor W'wargaz first.


*At your familiar touch, the presence withdraws. Still there, you sense, but letting you pass. Waiting.*


A temporary reprieve, but a welcome one. With the brain on its way to the city, its influence here is weakened.


The gazette's right - folk these days have <i>no</i> manners.


Looks like that idol is enchanted. Might be worth getting a hold of for Gale.


In due time. Mother Selûne will tell me when the time is right. Painful truths should be handled with some decorum.


So? I can take ten!


I know a secret that Vlaakith never wants to be revealed.


I can feel the poison clearing - I'm cured!


I knew Kagha was desperate, but I never imagined she'd get Cloakwood involved.


I hope that bloody dog bites you.


I felt the Spear call to me as I took flight. Whatever Shar calls her own, Selûne has equal claim to. They are one and the same. Their power is matched...


I am observing, not condoning. A meaningful difference.


He promised Balduran he'd protect the city if ever its existence was threatened. But just the once.


Aghkk! Whatever you need, I can't help you. Even talking is painful right now.


Fulgur!


This should help.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


Are you having a chuffin' laugh?


<i>(Away with you, then. Immediately!)</i>


*It's broken beyond repair. Seemingly by a blunt impact, as if whoever was inside threw themselves against it in an effort to break out.*


They tried to hide. Tried, and failed.


That was brutal. I loves me a pirate, o' course, but <i>pirate redcaps</i> - no, thank you!


D'you see he's the Archduke now? What the fuck, right?


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


There's something in your head! Please - I'll take my chances out here. Just... just don't hurt me any more!


You can stand a little taller than that, eh?


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


Necklace matches the sigil in that cave. The Harpers were busy.


Mm-hm.


That's what I'm here for.


*The monstrosity stares blankly forward.*


Let's run for it.


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


Let's see if they want to have their blood spilled.


The Crying One weeps today. Our Father Lorgan is dead. Murdered!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Listen, I just do what I'm told. All right?


Seemed like the right thing to do. I've never really tried 'normal' before.


What a shame. Ravengard, Florrick - Baldur's Gate has lost its brightest stars.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Victory v2


Trust me, I was not happy about it. You were a complication I didn't see coming. And yet...


Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!


Wait. You should report to <i>Kith'rak</i> Therezzyn inside - you may be of use to her.


Things won't be the same, without Astarion. At least he got to enjoy his moment of triumph... before we betrayed him.


Go on, get out. Before I have you court martialled!


Propera!


Hey, soldier. We've got a long way ahead of us - and there's something I want to tell you.


She is a fierce ally, and has survived great torments and challenges already. We would be fortunate to have her with us until the end.


I am their creator. I saved them from life.


<i>Vlaakith'ka sivim hrath krash'ht.</i>


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


Your gut cannot be trusted. That is why the code exists. That is why you failed.


You are that chance. Protected by your artefact, you can infiltrate Moonrise Towers, posing as a True Soul.


Well. That didn't do anything.


Moons and stars, just like that poem said. <br>


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


Could be anything, couldn't it? Now off you pop.


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


A shame. A warrior of your merits could cleanse the Coast of its monsters, and still have time to hunt supper.


Begone, putrid boil!


Oskar sought help from Mystic Carrion. We should do the same.


<i>You </i>manipulate it when <i>I</i> cannot?


Voco araneae!<br>v3


Aye, security at the Steel Watch Foundry. But I still wish he'd taken up the family business.


Effort v3


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Lost your footing, have you?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


That was close - this entire place would've been destroyed.


Come back any time. I'll be here - enjoying the show.


The machine - it's going to blow!


One step, then. Maybe even two - if I should be so lucky.


There's an opening in the device - a perfect match for that mould.


Good riddance. <i>Hoon</i> caused nothing but trouble.


<i>Would you like to do it? Would you like to evolve? </i>


An unforgiveable slight, to me - and to our bond.


This blade hums with magic. I could give it to Gale. Or not...


That meddling <i>ghoul</i>. Eltan, I -


Obedi me!<br>v2


Thou mayest yet prove a most interesting counterpart to thy divine associates. The pantheon welcomes thee.


I feel... <i>glorious</i>.


Stug, if you want to join the Vigilant Knights, you have to quit beating people up!


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


Seems we lucked out in keeping the Absolute's voice out of our heads.


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


Now is <i>not</i> the time.


Huh?


Hah! Looks like <i>it's </i>chasin' <i>you.</i>


Thank Gaerdal we escaped that bloody Steel Watcher!


<i>If </i>we find it. I doubt he's just left it lying around.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Glad to hear it, friend.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


Why hello, lover... that sounded more debonaire in my head, I'll admit. Do you need something?<br>


Then I shall make up for your shortcomings. As I have all along.


Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.


I knew this would come right if we just stayed positive. Not that your blade didn't help too.


Yeah. Hey, metal man - if I report to this foundry, can my engine be fixed?


Maledicte es!


Damn it all.


Well well - <i>someone's</i> an artist.


Yes.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Didn't work. What now...


Fog?!


Then you better be ready to see me run him through myself.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


As you say, my Queen.


Carrion's presence lingers here. He will return, unless his ties to this plane are severed.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


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


Listen, you!


This dark little tableau is decidedly too gloomy and middle-of-nowhere for my tastes.


Four.


Wizard. W - I - Z - A - R - D. Wizard.


I'll take the cargo back to Zarys at the hideout. Drop by and see me when you can - I owe you a drink.


It's bloodier than a butcher's backyard out there. Piles of dead Absolutists, and a few of our own as well.


Separated in life, united in death. Let's hope they can find peace now.


Are you all right? Of course you're not all right.


Might help.<br>


I would sacrifice a thousand drow if the Absolute commanded it! You will be the first!


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


I'll kiss it better later.


There you are. Thought I'd have to track you down myself, murderer.


That should be everything. Let's see what this thing can do.


I will. Though every step I take feels like the wrong one.


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Ain't been comfortable since we been here. I miss the swamp.


I shall set you right, love.


<i>We have accomplished so much together. And will continue to achieve a great deal apart.</i>


Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gale, take a look.


Don't listen, General! I never met this scrag before in me life.


Ah come on. You don't mean that.


Non movere!


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


Good craftsmanship wasted on Selûne. Maybe it can be repurposed somehow.


Such crushing pressure... feels like my skull's about to cave in.


Ooof, Viola Silvertongue won't be happy. Oh well, she should have practised those high notes...


Time to press ahead.<br>


If only I knew where to find some.


*You see the tiefling's jaw clench. He's about to erupt.*


Who is this 'Apostle'? The Absolute - or something even more insidious?<br>


Hells. I need to hold on.


I look forward to your <i>successful </i>return.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


...<i>Agh!</i> Did you feel that? You've got the same thing I do - in your head.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


Do you need help, Ikaron?


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Ngh... I don't... urgh...


If the child remains evil after the experiment is concluded, it will be destroyed. Such is the fate of all used specimens.


Praise Vlaakith, let it be done.


Let's have a look at myself...


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


You face that beastie down one on one. Gotta chase it through the posts before your time's up.


*Minthara is supposed to be in a cell - you have some explaining to do.*


This text is ancient. A dedication to a forgotten god?


She's worth talking to, at least.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Don't bleed out on me.


Ubi es?<br>v2


About time - any luck with those tools?


Aha! Nice try, painter, but Karlach's on to you.


The brew's been chilled!


Damned <i>booyahg</i>. 'Least he's done with his tricks, now.


Do not allow some silly, bitter complaint to taint that.


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


There is no time. Come.


Thanks to the bloody Iron Crisis we barely had <i>any</i> metal back then.


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


That's my corpse - I killed him. And you're next!


The Steel Watch must be destroyed, and the Foundry with it.


There is a ruin, some way outside of Last Light. I caught a glimpse of fresh blooms there, but did not investigate further. I shall mark it upon your map.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


Effort v3


What's that? Went after the prick who ruined my life? What would you have me do - turn tail and run?


Effort v6


Stay alert - that's a trap.


Probably wise to not trust that thing... but we're not exactly inundated with alternatives. Whatever we do, it had better count.


WYLL!


Do not embarrass yourself. He is gone.


GET ME OUT!


I'm not.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


That's where I'll be.


I can only wonder: why?


And came to resent your tutor, I bet. I taught them to fight - not to hate.


Look at you, crawling back after abandoning your family. You should be begging our forgiveness.


Besides, I'm sure there's plenty of people who'll be keen to celebrate <i>most thoroughly </i>with you.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Without warning.


One is just as important as the other, I find. And our luck has been poor.