Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Stuck fast in the ice. A messy end, when it melts.


You could have ruled by my side - now you'll be dust beneath my boot.


What lies within?


During the day, we have the advantage. But at night, when they hunt? You will not find a more deadly quarry.


Githyanki are impressive - cold as ice, when they're not blazing hot. I wager Lae'zel's no exception.


Hello! Hi! Over here! Me!


I think things will be better, now that we've talked to Shadowheart.


We need to protect the portal!


You don't craft a chest like that to hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Dodge


A collision between your elbow and the teeth of a girl called Buddug - she came away from it worse than you.


Paintings hung on the wall - almost like an art gallery.


I couldn't be more ready to leave.


I like your look - you've seen battle, shed some blood. Could show these softies here how it's done.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


Can't give up. Others need me.


It's all right, Elminster. If ever gallows humour were appropriate, this is its grim-smiling hour.


Consider me satisfied.


Oh, come on. Anything for a bit of action.


What is it?


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Best leave two. I cracked her with my own, afterward. She was drinking <i>grog</i> - Boo's backside could only have improved it.


I don't have to if I don't want to! Saer, saer - tell them I'm right.


You better not linger for too long. Those goblins just aren't normal.


To see Her design... to see... <i>HER</i>...


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


My lord requires a clear path to his magnificent future. We cut away the troublesome bramble.


It seems like my intelligence on you was patchy, at best. That's annoying.


Reeks of mugwort. Tastes terrible, but makes some useful potions.


These sigils and chains... I sense a druidic hand in them. An attempt to subdue something.


<i>Nonetheless, our fates are bound. And in the absence of a happier union, I will accept a useful one. </i>


Mystic Carrion is truly banished. He will not trouble this plane again.


Be free, Hope. If you can.


*As the memory begins to clears away, one thing is certain: the Butler lies not about his past service.*


I will take my pick.


This might sting. Whatever.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


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


In my name.


It doesn't matter how many times you try - I know who you are. You are not the one I wish to see.


Don't waste a moment, bring your partner. I want to see what you can do.


*You have met some very powerful people recently - even called some of them friends. Perhaps they could be... convinced?*


Gods! I should hope so.


I feel like I'm missing something here... what am I supposed to do?


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


I'd love to know the full story.


Infernal gems, straight from the heart of Minauros. Quite the rarity.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


Of course not, my lord. Thank you.


Then, this will have been the very last time you experienced pleasure. Time for the BIG death.


No. You just care about your stupid apprenticeship.


Ever since Elminster told me of Mystra's... <i>expectations </i>of me, I have felt like I've been walking along such a cliff face, with a great drop to nothingness never out of my sight.


I... I think I need to take a walk. In a minute.


Ah! A little true to life for my tastes.


So you are not to be trusted.


So eager! You're delicious.


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


I don't like this conversation at <i>all</i>.


Your heartform begins to take shape. The third question. What is your greatest fear?


Indeed?


The goblin knows nothing of the <i>ghaik. </i>This is a waste of time.


We surely shouldn't just leave such a threat out, where anyone could stumble across it.


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


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


Some kind of Hell creature...? Not part of this thing's crew, I take it.


Our place is here. Our <i>kill </i>is here. Be patient.


<i>'S bollocks, Fezzerk funnin' around while I'm stuck dealin' with yobs.</i>


Please. It was my teacher's. I don't have - I <i>need </i>it.


Loviatar - a goddess who thrives on pain. This book must be for her followers.


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


Oof, that must have hurt.


Clag-bottomed coward!


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


A barrel of worms, slipped into the city. Let us feed the pigeons, Boo.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Time to bite, my owlbear friend!


The disc's on the move, hopefully leading to the end of this bloody Gauntlet.


Impressive. What is that place?


Ghastly thing - yet loyal to the Absolute.


An eventful night. Time to get some rest, I think.


Right, all of our takings stashed away for the journey?


I expect great things of you - when the battle begins, show me your worth.


Effort v7


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


Argh. <i>Baaaaaaa.</i>


Scuse me.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Death becomes you.


Now the dust's settled, I might see about setting up in the tavern there. Plenty of potential once you clear the bodies out.


If you walk here unharmed, it is with the captain's blessing. Speak with her, if you must.


I know what you're doing. And it ends, here and now.


Here we're fighting for our lives and you're working on your memoir. Well - I'll take it, after all you've done.


I suppose we've braved greater dangers together than public embarrassment. Do as you wish.


Lightly does it.


Watch it - that hyena's going for help!


Drunk


Oh, but I've just come to realise you're not the leader of this little troupe. My joining your ranks is not your call to make, I'm afraid.


Lots of people make promises. Few keep them.


You want a bed for the night, find an inn. Unless you'd prefer a nice long rest in the cells.


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


Mors certa!<br>v3


Didya capture 'im?


I'm amazed you managed to keep your mind clear enough to fight, I've been thinking about our last night together ceaselessly.


Honey, I'll shake your world, that's for sure.


You'll end up bein' supper for the spiders or the worgs.


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


Waiting to have you.


It's not me you need to be frightened of - it's what that thing in your head is gonna do to you.


Vanra? VANRA!


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


Gods - she was an absolute wonder, and you destroyed her.


You sound a bit shaken, boss. Hang on while I find the key...


Exactly! I can be better than him. Stronger. More powerful. More -


As I was taught.


The fallen angel... Zariel...


He's so perfect, it could move even the toughest soul to tears.


Corellon preserve me. That cannot be our fate.


Did you bring the noblestalk?


Attend to me.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Denying Gortash was the easy part. Come - it is your father we must face, in the end.


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


Designated citizens will please stand still for evaluation.


What's wrong with her face? Freak.


Good gods, what on earth makes you picture that?


That was <i>revolting</i>.


Where's our dream guardian?


I don't want to go without papa! Mama, he has to go with us!


Minsc! I'll save him Boo, I promise!<br>


Pity. Everyone deserves a friend. Even me, apparently.


Ververo!


Voss! I call on your might!


What... What do you mean 'too drunk'... 'S not possible...


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


Only a fool would doubt the Moonmaiden.


Drunk <br>V4


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


If you keep skipping your breaks, Mr Needle's going to take mine away too.


Seize the day, I say. More now than ever.


Rare is the beast that survives decapitation. Help me eliminate the drow Minthara, the hobgoblin Dror Ragzlin, and that perversion of a priestess, Gut.


<i>There</i> he is - the great champion of Baldur's Gate. I'll gather the snares, you can fletch the arrows.


You are indeed. Lord Enver Gortash is a blessing upon this city.


We have all the proof we need and it has not moved his resolve.


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


*A great, taut drum sits before you. One strike would likely ring for miles, alerting goblin reinforcements.*


I would relish the opportunity to test my mettle upon the devils of Avernus.


Try to keep it down, boss. My head's killing me.


My boot craves the crunch of unvirtuous nethers.


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


Does she speak true, Gale? You truly believe yourself capable of wielding Karsus' Crown?


Ravengard's a hero! Elturel would still be stuck in the Hells if it weren't for him.


Vanished again. Damn.


URRGH!


My private business. Quit prying.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


So much hidden away beneath Moonrise Towers. How deep does this warren go?


Ferio!


Father loves no sport more than the spillages of fratricide.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


You might see a bunch of refugees, but I see a ripe business opportunity - if you're lucky, I might even let you invest.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Stronger than before. Much stronger.


It's back!


Ouch. That will need some healing.


Might, eh... might be best if you left it alone. Beggin' pardon.


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


What <i>you</i> want anyway? Here to yap or looking to buy? Dry land means fresh stock.


I feel... light? Almost like I could float away, if I cared to.


Resurg


There.


This disc is marked with <i>tir'su</i> - but I can't decipher them. Maybe Lae'zel can.


NO! He's OURS!


All right, then.<br>


*There's something off about this creature, but you can't tell what.*


Interesting.


Owlbear eggshells... an unhatched one would fetch quite a price...


For now, I'll settle for getting you what you need. Anything to trade?


I know better than to be disappointed in you - that ship has long sailed the Sea of Swords.


Listen, friend.<br>


Flaming brew? This battle's taken a heated turn.


We can try. But don't hurt those pretty lips of yours, all right? They feature heavily in my future plans.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I suppose it's not a surprise that this temple has tunnels underneath - Rivington's chock full of them.


We do not need assistance. Little of her remains.


You return, <i>stira</i>. Shall I look into your hearts, yours and your beloved's both, and see if your love will stand the test of time?


I wonder where they were going.


Don't fancy getting my hands dirty. I need a shovel.


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


Impossible, I daresay. Something so... unstable can scarcely exist as anything greater than a minute fragment.


You're killing us!


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


*You've dedicated your life to your queen. Through her, your mind is silver, and your body steel.*


But I've already won, my boy.


Would you look at that? Someone's come to say hello.


Baretha! Rid us of this disgrace. I have to continue my hunt for the weapon.


An earthquake, maybe. I don't remember one ever shaking the city.


I'd say the swamp is a breath of fresh air compared to the hag, but... not really.


<i>Enough.</i>


No. Your teeth are pointy but tiny. The mean, hairy fangy ones would <i>maul</i> you.


Your beloved son will perish in honour, his life given so the Grand Design might be thwarted.


What will we do without a First Druid?


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Your vengeance is complete, Karlach. Do you not feel joy?


Once it is freed from its shackles, I doubt we'll ever be able to bring it under control again.


Initiative v1


Then get a move on - we'll be ready to run.


Victory<br>


Keen your blades, nock your arrows. They know we're here.


And I? I will come for you. When the time is right. When your daughters are grown and your chin sprouts whiskers dark - when your teeth are yellow as corn and your sleep grows short and your days are long and weary, so weary...


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


He made it? He's all right?


Our goddess protects us. We carry her sacred light to drive back the shadows.


Punge!


I'll just help myself.


Our camp has been besieged by bribelings. And Dame Aylin is the prize that seduced them.


Shh. Put it out of your mind. I'm here now.


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


Voco vineae!


You don't get to decide that. Keep your hands to yourself.


I'm sorry you witnessed my failure, jhe'stil. Thank Vlaakith the sa'varsh is here to correct me.


They're eating me from the inside. The rats, the rats, the rats!


It is Nere's head that concerns us.


I don't know anyone called that. Don't ask me again.


I just did.


Keep pushing!<br>


Recovered <br>V4


Mephits? As if my hands weren't full already!


Hag's been very busy.


These wounds will heal.


Effort v6


His power died with the fish creatures. I expected more from the 'Lord of Murder'.


Never. That you live, that you walk this path, is a delight worth celebrating, not lamenting.


You'd get a good few spears out of this one.


Wearin' me muck. Muck on ya. Good muck.


D-do mess our pardon. Our master d-distiller spill's quite the caused.


I will extinguish you.


Speak, friend! They may have overwhelming numbers, but the glorious deaths will be <i>ours</i>.


Looks like they lost a fight.<br>


Go on. <i>Best me.</i>


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


That symbol on the collar... Gale, is this one yours?


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


*Your hand was sought by several, but there is only one night ahead.*


Two punctures deeper than the others; minimal seepage. <i>Shka'keth</i> - a vampire. An undead slinks among us.


<i>Tsk'va</i>. You would sacrifice thousands of souls for your own power? Your hunger veers towards madness, Astarion.


Keep close. Avoid the shadows.


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


Do not be so sure - Kagha won't spare you either, if it comes to it.


I was speaking to Boo. Reminding him of all the times that things seemed darkest, and how we still found the light in the end.


Not now - I must provide musical support for Ms. Silvertongue!


And I... I see...


I know, old friend. They made a poor imitation at me, bossing you around.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Spoken like a true coward.


Yet we paid the price in blood. The name Gondian means little when you are the only left.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


That's real as a clown's smile.


Forgive me - I don't mean to be melancholic, but I was sure Gortash was the answer to, well, everything. Without him...


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


Dying Burning<br>v4


*No more contracts, no more debts. The master of the house has been put to sleep, for good.*


Gnomes, you are slaves no longer. The Absolute may have use for you yet.


Not bad - I've had better days. And worse ones.


But Karlach? A tiefling seasoned by hellsfire? What could she possibly taste like?


No holding back. They're lost to the curse!


*Sigh.* Of course one of my own would be my undoing. Fine - we're planning to escape. So, are you gonna run off and tell your little Warden?


This was always her favourite season. What I'd give to feed the ducks with her again.


Clearly these are not waters you know how to swim in. I would hate to be the one who helps you drown.


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


Hope you can squeeze a nap in - you need it.


Fiat lux!


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


A mercenary, you say. Then I must find who has set a price upon my head and take theirs in kind.


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


The blood of Selûne? I was expecting we'd find this Nightsong relic, not some sacrifice.


I serve Tyr, from now until my dying day. And he has ruled for your execution, devil.


Gods. You really are a bastard, you know that?


The horns of a <i>real</i> war devil. Bet they were a pain to acquire.


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


*Mizora's words may be flippant, but they are tinged with desperation. She cannot afford for Wyll to fail this mission.*


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


It's nice out here - your own little patch of paradise.


Something tore right through these people. They didn't stand a chance.


*Waterdeep: bring a heavy gold pouch.*


I lost control. I felt the bear take over, blood-crazed... and she forced me into a cage. Along with... with children, taken from the streets.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


I miss my pipe.


AHHH! Oh, I'm all right.


Rubbish.


Oak Father forgive me... I can explain, I swear.


I've been sensing something, you see. A formless but familiar dread, which I have only now been able to put a name to.


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


Of course, first sign of change and I'll have to stop that pretty little heart of yours.


He's gone. A tragic loss - once slayed by his friend's hand, now by mine.


Let's turn the tables.


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


I'm surprised you haven't heard of it.


Supposedly in the library we saw before - we should go back to it.


Te curo!<br>v2


*You look closely at the young woman - dilated pupils and palpitations. She's a silkroot abuser.*


Isobel was - is - the love of my eternal life. I adored her from the moment I beheld her sweet face, her great, wise eyes.


She'd become a mind flayer - but she'd lead us to a sure victory. It's what she does.


Then come with me, my love, and live your final night.


Ilmater's edict is to welcome all into his embrace. Salve all suffering.


IT'S ONLY FUN WHEN SHOVEL DOES THE FISTING.


Have the curiosities of this land muddled your head? Bah - at least you are choosing to lay with me instead of one of them.


My powers are being wasted back here! I could repel any attack in the blink of an eye.


<i>Ngh</i>. It's getting stronger.


You but better!


As you like. I always do. My welcome stands - maybe I'm just nicer than you are.


You could send an elf to sleep!


Oh, Oghma's idle <i>arse</i>. Not again.


Your life is over. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith!</i>


I don't understand - what am I supposed to do?


You dare return, after all you did...? You should go and face the Mother Superior's judgement with dignity, if you're capable of such.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Not the time!


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Awww... you got it stuck. What am I going to play with now...


Confident almost to the point of arrogance I may be, but in this matter I know she'll have wisdom to share. As for whether I choose to act upon it... we shall see.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


I see how you slip-slither closer, belly dragging in the filth. Father is<i> laughing </i>at you.


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


That's where we come in.


You're right. I need to finish this.


I took on my wolf-form to cover the ground more quickly. And it worked - I followed your scent, and reached you before the Sharrans could.


Richly deserved.


I was going to save the best until last, but to put your mind at ease - yes. I want to share everything that lies ahead of me with you. If you're willing, of course.


*By anger, force of will, or sheer stubbornness, some of the dead refuse to speak, even if magically compelled.*


The reference to a 'hot hammer' is rather puzzling though. Whoever wrote these papers must have been rather delirious.


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


Whatever - who needs your lousy camp? I got powers. All I need is <i>me.</i>


They'll be tough to fight... but not impossible to beat.


Quickly, then.


*Once the Crown is restored, you could return it to Mystra, fulfilling her wishes, and ridding the mortal world of such temptation.


With a quiet head, you can once again hear the song of the birds and the wind in the grass. You pluck a flower, and it does not bleed.


I can understand why you would choose a Duke's son over an exiled daughter of Menzoberranzan.


Morbidus!


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


My head hurts...


<i>Chk.</i> The Inquisitor better not hear of this. Report to the infirmary.


Lucky you.


Keep at it, you ugly beasts. Got to make up for lost time!


We can't go without you - the shadows would tear us to pieces.


So you can fry us alive? I don't think so. Come into the light - hands high.


Brace yourself!


Corellon preserve me. That cannot be our fate.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


Listen!


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Yes - that Lorroakan. The greatest wizard in Baldur's Gate. This will change <i>everything. </i>


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


You thank, and c-come again!


Do the unexpected.


Para bellum!


You almost pity Orin, taking Lae'zel like that. Give her half a chance and she'll rip out the shapeshifter's spine.


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


PainOpen<br>var 2


That should be everything. Let's see what this thing can do.


'Go to Hell.' An everyday expression. So trivial it's almost meaningless.


Effort v3


I didn't! I swear!


Hrrr. Looks like there's bite in you yet.


There's no druids left for us! No fair!


Even in deepest darkness -


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


<i>Sukriya</i>, scalefriend. Have a most illustrious day!


What... needed... to be done...


*The artefact stirs within your pocket - suddenly within your reach, but reluctant to be known to the githyanki.*


Come day, we must set off in pursuit.


Raphael's... archivist... a most important man...


You truly <i>are </i>the wickeder sibling! I shall be punished for allowing your improper dress, I fear it already!


Hag can't have gone far.


I'm ready to try my luck in Baldur's Gate. I hear a lot of people make bad bets there.


I will admit I have not listened to a single thing the ginger wizard has said. But I do not like the way he says it.


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


Time to press ahead.


Ready or not...


Witness - for today, he adopts his greatest role yet...


More than a handful, less than a bundle.


Amicus animalis!


Nice mask - what's the story here?


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


But that's all done with. Now, I dictate the terms, and you agree to them. Master and vassal.


Some sort of ritual circle... but not one that belongs here.


Barbarian Idle Roars


Careful. I'd rather not have to pick bits of gnome from my hair.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


Hee hee! Sceleritas is back again!


These Flaming Fists don't take themselves half seriously, do they?


Listen to your friend. It's K'ha'ssji'trach'ash.


Worship me, the prophet of the end!


I <i>have </i>missed you!


I know the scent and taste of a thousand poisons. This wine is dosed with one of the deadliest.


Maybe it's me, but you sound almost <i>nostalgic.</i>


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Always a pleasure.


It's like... a whining, or something?


I shouldn't have let him drift away. Shouldn't have let that lot get their claws into him.


The crown. The one the elder brain was wearing.


How many raiders do we have?


Easy - and effective.


What is this place? The extent of the corruption here is... almost impressive. I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


Spare me your sanctimony. He died a failure, with the blood of the tieflings he should have protected on his hands.


Get out of here, squat-pricks - before I toss you all in the fires.


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


Then we can work on evicting this parasite and take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


Come now, child. You can do better than that.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


A usurper falls, another rot cleansed.


Baelen was a rotten old bastard. Treated me like an old shoe for seventy years before his mind started to go - softened him up, made him realise how much he needed me.


Now enough sniffing around and get me out of this thing.


By Tyr's wounds - I'm in your mind...


It seems to be the perfect night to spend a little time together, just you and I... assuming you haven't changed your mind, of course?


How confident. We could have had fun, you and I... but duty calls.


No sense in bursting my lungs on this horn - the ogres are too far away to hear it.


Pfft, none of that poetic stuff! Something like...


Well, you won't get a sip for free, I insist you work for it.


I'll find you. Count on it.


A Selûne idol, really? Are you in need of a paperweight?


I just want to learn how to crush someone's brain with my mind. Splat!


You did the right thing. Some sacrifices just aren't worth it.


*Knowing him, he probably will. Comfort was always one of his specialties. Especially when it was his own.*


But... you're a <i>mind flayer</i>.


Many seek the Dark Lady's embrace, but few have what it truly takes.


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


This place... it's a pity we can't stay. Doubt there's this much green in the entire city.


In trouble? Small wonder.


That symbol, in the blood... what does it mean?


Ouch. That will need some healing.


It's that half-elf, the one who had the artefact. What happened to her?


Blood - near the bed.


Do not burden me with conversation.


I recognise that floral motif - same as that key we found.


A temporary reprieve, but a welcome one. With the brain on its way to the city, its influence here is weakened.


You must choose, Gale. And you'll have to do it alone, I'm afraid.


Effort v12


In Menzoberranzan, the high-born would prostrate themselves before me for a fleeting taste of my body.


Deadlier than ever.


How old are these weapons? They're as rusty as wet nails.


*Looking closer, you recognise the branch, and it's no druidic cure. She's holding Kelemvor's Kiss, a briar from the Dalelands and a deadly poison.*


Well, that spared us all a tedious confrontation. We'll settle this by the sword.


Destiny is at your door; won't you at least twitch the curtain?


Resurg


What's inside?


And some explaining to do, it seems.


It's good to see you smiling, Lae'zel.


But a river can flood and break its banks. If the parasite changes you - tries to break you - could you resist?


I don't relish the thought, but if you're going to just leave it sitting in your pack - well, one of us should try it.


Far be it from me to argue with that discerning eye of yours, sir.


*You picked a fight with the wrong lock...*


Treme!


Didn't mean no offence! Brand lets us know you're on our side is all.


I'm on my way.


Let's get this over with.


One of the Nine Hells.


That cage won't last!


About that. You only burn hottest when your emotions are aflare, right? Anger, excitement, fear... but a dance can be meditative. Calming.


A shrine to Selûne in a grotto like this?<br>


How wonderful. No doubt your reunion will be filled with tales from your recent adventures in the shadow-cursed lands.


True curiosity does not demand answers - it finds them for itself.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


*Szass Tam is a powerful lich that rules the land of Thay. He drove many Red Wizards out of their ancestral home.*


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


I'm not sad. I'm angry. He dedicated his life to the needy - it shouldn't have ended like this.


Whoop, whoop, whoop! Reporting, we got a spy on the scanner!


You, my friend, have become something... something I once thought beyond achievement.


Altar... rooftop... my <i>reward</i>...


Falling


Inactive. Must be some trick to it - I should look around.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Ugh. I'm never gonna hear the end of this.


You'd be wise to turn a blind eye. I won't fail - not when I'm this close.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Effort v2


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


*You are kicked from the infected brain as the lance comes down.*


Careful, kin. You tread close to blasphemy. Do not overstep.


I don't know how you can beat him, but I do know this: you <i>must</i> try.


Poor souls. I suppose they never found their sister.


Shame about Lord Gortash dying - the Mouth reckons he was a stand-up fellow.


Slippery thing. Need to get a hold of it.


Well. Quite the page turner. I'll get back to it when I have more time to focus.


So it is accomplished. The first step.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


So, Voss had an appointment with someone in Baldur's Gate. 'Sharess' Caress' tavern - might be worth a look.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


I do not know your metaphor. But if you need help digging, I will find a shovel.


Shit - sooner slave down here then get thrown to the top-land. <i>Drugnin' </i>death-curse.


Get moving, or I'll move you.


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


Good. Something for us to look forward to, once all's said and done.


If I told you, you'd lose the <i>fun </i>of reading it yourself.


Gods, is he <i>still </i>on my tail? I'm embarrassed for him.


And his pet squirrel? He goes nowhere without that little fluffball on his shoulder.


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Canto te!<br>v2


And you are the one who could prevent it.


I shall see you on your feet again.


It is good to have friends in high places. We should keep the future Grand Duke Ravengard close.


In the meantime, perhaps we can find a way to bring Lord Gortash back. It would be good to kill him a second time - for Boo, I mean.


Shh...


You are. And so we are.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


By the dead gods, are all gith so brutal?


Poxy pissered pervert!


*In the sudden silence, your minds merge once more. More memories, sensations, but passing too quickly for you to track.*


This'll be mean.


Got yourself in trouble?


The drider is down. Now, to take its light.


This path was not of our choosing, Minsc. But we must walk it all the same.


That collar looks familiar... does this cat belong to Gale?


I see... then I hope she understands. But I trust your judgement.


Bastards. Crusher'll set 'em right, I'll tell ya.


Let me give you a hand.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


I wish I could tell you more, but only those adventurers know what happened out there.


<i>There - the kobolds have the stones! Get them before they escape!</i>


As I was scouting, I found signs of <i>someone </i>clearing them out.


Ugh - what a horrid sight that was.


Our options are starting to look decidedly limited.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


Worth a try.


Caeco te!<br>v2


Time you got across the Ebonlake, sir. Nothing more to be done on this side.


Quiet - if She hears you, She will kill us both. I have felt Her love, but I have also seen Her wrath. Those who turn from Her grace die screaming.


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


A vampire that sees us as his own travelling larder, at that.


Anyone else pops out unannounced, I'll feed 'em an arrow!


Well <i>that's </i>a lie. Baseline established. Next question: How are you feeling <i>right now?</i>


What do you have to say for yourself, <i>vampire?</i>


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


Caeco te!


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Out of sight, out of mind.


Oh, come. It's the reason you're in this predicament. And I'm your only way out of it. Indulge me, and at least hear me out.


What the hells is this place?


The Gur are certainly efficient. Astarion's fate will not be an easy one. Nor painless.


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


Effort v2


Pick something realistic. If you can't swing a sword, take a dagger.<br>


He's a man of the people, too. Promised at least a hundred more Watchers before the year is out.


Do it for Minsc!


Video veritatem!<br>v2


Somewhere quiet, close to nature. Where the sun can warm us, and the moon can watch over us as we sleep.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


His original writ of duty - signed by Eltan himself. Fella must be one of the very first Flaming Fist.


There's danger underfoot. Best be on my guard.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


No use - it's locked tight.


This orthon isn't just a killer. He's an artist, too.


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


*You hear an explosion, the earth shuddering beneath your feet in response. It must have come from somewhere nearby, perhaps in Grey Harbour.*


Proper measures.


Impressive. I don't think even Baldur's Gate's is so large.


I am Commander Lightfeather, leader of the finest aerial communication regiment this side of the Chionthar.


Only by the full, uninhibited application of psionic stimuli will we have a true measure of whether the child's innate evil has been cured.


That disc is moving - might be useful to navigate this place.


Looking ahead.<br>


Hells. What madness has overcome you?


It's been a while, my friend. I saw the explosion from across the pond - should've known you'd be right in the thick of it.


Ouch. Well-earned.


Hm. Perhaps something's missing?


Extende!


Phew. That was way too close.<br>


That was <i>revolting</i>.


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


I suppose I instilled some discipline in your style - a task as unenviable as emptying the sea with a leaking bucket.


You're lucky I'm not in my bear form. Back off.


Ah, it speaks of the Moonmaiden's sacred rites of passage. I still remember my own.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


*You get a feeling something's wrong. It's as if the pouch struggles against you.*


For his humility, Mystra offered him the ultimate reward - forgiveness. She re-anointed him her Chosen, and rid him of the orb.


I'm not going anywhere. Not 'til they let us through.


Dodge
v2


Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite.


We should act with extreme caution. Kill the hag, and the child dies with her.


Mating Rituals? No... this book has something even juicier - hidden by a spell.


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


GET OUT OF MY HEAD.


Well praying didn't help...


Are you the one in charge or not?


Gods, look, I don't have it anymore. See? Now take your freakshow elsewhere.


A letter from Orin. How romantic.


I don't know. Are these things ever that simple?


S'pose you're right. Absolute rewards faith, not book-learnin'.


What's this? For a ritual of some sort?


Duke Ravengard? Hold on, I'm coming!


*He's indeed surrounded by bibberbang - the spores of those mushrooms are both toxic and flammable.*


It won't be hard to keep their scent. That foul blood is everywhere.


Jableeda!


*You cannot use that right now.*


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


I've spent over a century in this city, and still I cannot be sure there isn't more below the streets than above them.


*In the heat of the night, these last gasps are those of disappointment.*


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


You know what I really love about you? When you play the strong, silent type. Let's keep this short, shall we?


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


No ordinary creature did this. Redcaps ripped the place to pieces.


I did it. Over and over, I did it.


No, I - it's a joke.


You resisted the allure of Cazador's would-be powers? I am glad. Whatever there was to gain would have come at a great price.


No way to ignite these. Strange.


There's too many of them, we need to get to the brain - now!<br>


What an angry little creature that pixie is.


The Nine Hells. Or at least one of them.


Just be about your task then - whatever it is.


Oh, I have no idea. By rights I should be cinders in this light. But someone - or something - is keeping me alive.


Want another?


Impero te!


Intactilis sum!


A young cave bear - killed and stuffed before its teeth were fully grown.


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


That's not abstract.


Wonderful. I hope you brought both in equal measure.


*Your resolve is steady. It is not just Mystra you save with your sacrifice. Faerûn itself depends on you.*


No, this is different. <i>Altered.</i> But I believe I know where answers can be found - Moonrise Towers.


Te occludo oculos!


Explosives in toys... How <i>despicable</i>. Hope Lord Gortash gets this stuff sorted out.


IT DOESN'T FOOL ANYONE IF YOU ACT LIKE AN ASS AND BREAK THE RULES


Bamboozle them.


The circus is gone...


Maybe it's just hard to see someone else suffer the same thing. It feels unfair - like justice denied.


I knew we should've been a little more... I don't know, demure.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Oof no, I don't think that'll work actually.


Ngh... no...


Without him here, the only treatment for an illithid tadpole is death. You're a risk to the people around you.


<i>My end is and has always been freedom.</i>


<i>Chk</i>. I have no intention of allowing myself to grow a third stomach and a withered arm in a ducal seat.


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


As followers of a Bhaalspawn.


Use this.


They remind me of some place - a place I can't quite remember. But I think I was happy there, wherever it was.


That could've gone <i>terribly</i>.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Faces. Hands. And eyebrows. How do we protect them?


*Vandalising your captors' property is one way to get yourself in trouble. Now would be a good time to explain yourself.*


Don't waste this.


Don't look at me like that. I can't... no.


Together as one.


Spoil my fun? I'll teach you a lesson - just you watch.


<i>Straj</i>. Hook horrors.


Should have watched your footing.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


But don't worry, I'll keep watch tonight. We won't have to worry about nocturnal visitors. Now please, let's go.


They tortured her for information on the Prism. No small thing, to break a child of Gith.


It is for other gith to hunt and punish you. And they will, knowing my kin.


New... gang boss... Nine-Fingers... <i>scared</i>...


Get it back on the field!


Outside the air is heavy - dangerous. We can't.


Better not die on me.


Good little hero.


Dead gnolls. And is that... sulphur I smell?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


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


I'm not trapped, you fool. This printing machine is just <i>marvellous</i>. We've nothing like it in the Feywild.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


That cowl looks fit for a wizard, Gale.


He j-just said some wizard called Lorroakan would reward us if we found it. That's all!


A mask. Just like the others.


They're not to be opened until they reach the city. The Absolute smiles on them that <i>follow orders.</i>


The longer we wait, the likelier that we share in this fate, or worse. Let's get rid of these things.


We're fine! Thank you!


The Absolute cannot be resisted.


PainTeeth<br>var 1


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


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


<i>Tsk'va!</i>


But today, you will finally do something worthwhile. You will burn, and I will ascend.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Silentium!


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


That's no way to welcome back a brother, Dal. Didn't you miss me?


Don't jest. We're all closer to oblivion than you might think. And when we're gone, there'll be no one left to stop Ketheric.


What a tease. I can't believe it. Maybe next time...


That graffiti... it almost looks like it was done in my hand. Did I do this?


It is rare to meet so true a believer, child of Gith. Despite reason's every attempt to sway you, you stay your course.


Shout


*Your tadpole resonates with Ravengard's. The exhausted Grand Duke is a flurry of emotion - gratitude and relief, anger and deep pain.*


Then why did you buy it from me in the first place, you insufferable idiot?


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


- touch people?!


I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!


Nothing. It's not really the time for an ogre rampage, anyhow.


Here we go again!


The git snuck in 'ere with 'is mates, lookin' for some forgotten thing. Said they ran to some kinda grove.


Te occludo oculos!


Buff


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Damn thing. Glad to see the back of it.


Thieving Zhent scum.


The curse is broken and the shadows are lifting. In time, these lands will heal.


<i>Goblinbane.</i>


Guess you need to be a godsdamned counsellor to get room and board around here.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


One who's not shy about turning his fangs on his companions, either.


You'd find better lodgings out in the war camp, True Soul.


Omnia mutantur!


That did the trick, all right. And... down it goes.


Effort v7


I'm sorry, you... you what?


Th-thank you... I thought I was done for...


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


So here I am, come to re-insert myself. After all, remember what happened last time I let you out of sight?


Damn, Lae'zel. It can't have been easy to stand up to Vlaakith like that. But there's nothing Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir of can't do.


Wizard... archmage... companion...


Sometimes the guests here start to bite back.


Bye then.


We must dispel the shadows if we are to survive.


You came through. I can't believe it. I owe you more than you know.


Just discussing the weather, dearie. Nothing of interest to you.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Fezzerk does the talking here. Bother him.


You break their bones, my friend - a curable malady. I need you to leave her very soul broken and <i>useless.</i>


W-who are you?


We've made a powerful ally today.


Can't be that clever - walked right into our trap.


What's the plan?


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Thank you, istik. The sa'varsh would have left me there to die.


A little boat voyage, that's all. Indulge me.


Then you don't need to be in the city. Next!


Honey, you go with the girls. I'll find another way to Waterdeep.


Tibi do pennas!


So it's that simple! Drop your weapons, bring out Nine-Fingers, and this can all end peacefully! For you, at least.


To arms, comrades. We are discovered.


Free now?


Corellon preserve me. That cannot be our fate.


This plane is full of disturbing creatures.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


How many Gondians are needed to run the Foundry?


*That smell again - fetid flesh and bone. This is another zombie.*


What's the safest path?


Extra Recovered


I can take her form, if you choose. A simple swap pales in comparison to what you are about to do for me.


Some people are still talking about the fall of Lorroakan, but <i>I </i>am <i>past </i>it. <br>


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


Are we supposed to believe such a gargantuan skull is authentic? It is a fake, and a poor one.


We found surfacers crave the body of a Drow like a drug. Life is easy in our line of work.


I've got your back!<br>


The Nightsong. Where is it?


An army has marched through here, travelling west to... to Baldur's Gate!


Don't make me hold your hand now.


Wait - you're big. You can get rid of the evil thing!


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


Lead the way.


Mephistar, the home of Mephistopheles - and centre of the coldest of the Nine Hells.


He's right. We should scram while we can.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Ripped the guts outta Waukeen's Rest, we did. Inns are good fer guttin'.


I've got the plans and the sussur bark. Now I need somewhere to craft it all.


*Though perhaps no harder than it ever was.*


Well now, what have we here?


A welcome reprieve.


Let's have some fun.


Or not hard enough.


Para bellum!<br>v2


Have at it, if you think you can do better.


Cosy. If you're warm-blooded.


Though whichever whelp owns that thing smells... happy. Safe. I have not scented such a thing since I was flesh.


Why destroy a weapon like that, when you can contain it in a relic and keep it for yourself?


That's got to be <i>nearly </i>all of him, right?


<i>You continue to surprise me. </i>


*Perhaps that lock was better left intact...*


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


There's blood here, not yet dried. And no sign of the smith...


Sound easy? It <i>ain't.</i> Better contenders than you have been bested by the bird.


Drunk <br>V4


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


Even good boys need a moment to catch their breath.


Then stop acting like a child. The past is done, Karlach. Never to return again. And the present is bearing down on our necks like a hobnailed boot.


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


It is sad to see how Jaheira has neglected her family. They should be prepared for the battle that is coming, or they may not survive it.


'Fraid I can't give you the Gazette for free, but you <i>can</i> have it for a low, low price.


<i>A tadpole, nurtured by the psionic energy of the Astral Plane. Cocooned here for millennia, it has become extraordinary.</i>


Don't bloody feel like it, all of a sudden.


Hush.


I remember. But they can't comfort me. They can't give me advice. They can't tell me what I was like as a little girl.


So if you've any fashion needs, go bother him.


First, we kill Voss. Then, we go to the House of Hope.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Mine humblest apologies. Ha ha ha.


Well, you know the gods. When they indulge in a bit of divine intervention, they do so like to <i>pick their moments</i>. Us mere mortals have no choice but to go along for the ride.


Some power for the taking.


What's this? 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. Acquired taste, I'm sure, but not mine. Nor a drow's I would have thought...


Hot hot HOT!


Not all of us share your... appetite. Murder alone fills my stomach, my being.


Well, this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on.


Finish your business in the city, then we'll arrange a proper catch-up, all right?


Combat Vocals - Attack<br>Ah! Agh!


Soldiers like us aren't made for complications, Karlach. Better to be pointed at prey, and to kill without question.


Take it easy while you can - we'll keep the watch.<br>


These tracks should be able to tell us everything that happened here.


Least it keeps you from talking.


Weapon blueprints. They call for sussur bark...


Where will it bring us, though?


'Do this, Bruno, do that.' Can't Bruno get a minute to just sit <i>down</i>?


Gorging on food and drink before killing in honour of Shar - disgusting.


That should work.


Tonitrus!


Tu es nihil!


But alas, taking our revenge on him would likely doom us all.


No, Astarion, do not speak those words! The cost is too great!


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


Dying Burning<br>v2


<i>Your pain is now your power. Wield it true.</i>


I'm dying. My heart feels like a live grenade - gonna blow any minute. You still have a life to live. I don't.


Still, I kind of liked him. Sharp in all the right ways.


The Orphic Hammer. You misplaced it.


Sword at my side and hamster at hand.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Your flayed and putrefied heart. Thump. Thump.


Look. We're freedom fighters. We need this powder to a prove a point. To people who really need a point proven to them.


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


Over here!


<i>Help us.</i>


But we'll have no such luck in this place, from what I've learned of it.


Flesh!


*There's little to discern- aside from his obvious desire to be left alone.*


<i>That</i> didn't much look like begging. But no complaints from me.


This darkness is suffocating. I - I can barely catch my breath.


Mors tua, vita mea!


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


I'm going to miss her. She was all right.


Incende!


Folk up here like to quiver over right and wrong - until the coin starts clinking, anyway.


Bare hands.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Oh, but I see now you're travelling with plenty of company already. Perhaps I can join you later instead.


Door won't budge. Must be a way to open it...


Thank you, magic!


She was born to a cruel mother and a violent father and three evil brothers, all named Baldur.


You thought Nettie might be able to help you in the druids' grove. But all she did was reaffirm the danger.


The mind flayer is gone. This could spell trouble...


Don't know what that says. Don't know if it's even writing.


Look, if you find something definitive, come back. Until then, leave me to my drink.


The General speaks for the Absolute. And I don't question the Absolute.


Resigned to it, rather. But that is not to say I am without fear. Far from it.


For now. No one can resist the ol' Karlach charm for long.


With one exception. You.


Impero mortuos!<br>v3


This city has been in a downward spiral for too long - only the soft-hearted and the street vermin dare to deny it.


Hold on! I'm coming.


... Vance... toll collector...


She said she'd rather I enjoyed myself here than mope around in the house. Besides, I'm no apothecary - I wouldn't be any use!


She's already lost her heart. She deserves better than to have her friends heap happy lies upon her.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


A dead drow. And the druids did this?


The Torch will be more than enough to free your little painter friend of his unwanted occupier.


Sorry, Ide, but you're no bard.


We need to get out of here - before it's our turn.


Good arm. Almost felt that.


*A strange feeling of resentment comes to you. A travelling merchant, sick of this route. Sick of the tolls eating away his profits.*


Weaker than a lemure!


What was that? What's going on?


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


That cage won't last!


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Dying Burning


I've seen how your kind solves problems - with swords and dragonfire.


That's not my chest.


Invoco te<br>v3


Karlach... the Demonsbane...


Dame Aylin. Perhaps she had better speak to someone who knows Shadowheart a little better than I.<br>


Minsc and Boo are honoured to be counted among them.


Quod dico face!


Hm. Not working right now.


That duty falls to me alone. I must assume you simply <i>misheard </i>her orders.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


These flowers - they're creating anti-magic fields!


A little cursed for my taste.


What have we here?


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


And thus balance is achieved. If all are at war, none can win.


Are you <i>threatening </i>me?


<i>Get rid of her.</i>


It'd be madness to attack a vampire stronghold at night. Better just rest and wait for sunrise.


Fireliia? ...Please... I don't have much time...


Voco arvina!<br>v2


*You take stock of your senses. Your hearing is sharp, your mind is lucid. You feel no pain, no fever, no ill sensations.*


The mind flayer we aided has fled. We won't regret this at all, will we Boo?


I'm slipping away. Help.<br>


Gods above, the Stone Lord <i>up close</i>.


Fool. You speak with the Lich Queen. You do not refuse Vlaakith.


Yurgir - lend your strength!


Looks like it would've made a powerful weapon.


Hells, what I wouldn't give for a boring lover sometimes.


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


The girl's in a fix. We've got to step in.


Effort v4


Oh yeah.


I hear you, Lady Shar. I shall not fail.


Is that Volo?


What a pesthole! Can't wait to clear this place out.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


These are tunnels under the Open Hand Temple...  The dead priest's name is written next to them.


Very nice. Correct on most counts - you might prove useful.


Something to say? I doubt it.


Now come - you can gaze into a mirror when all of this is done.


What in the hells, Astarion? You bit me!


The doll! That must be the source of Mayrina's curse - I should tread lightly.


<i>These are ugly times indeed, but we must press on.</i>


Not harder - <i>impossible.</i>


The Tears span Toril's sky. There is more to the realm than this grassy pebble, <i>vin'iisk.</i>


Whoa. More carnage.


Unless you want to become a ghost yourself, I suggest you leave.


<i>Open your mind to me. Let us see what lurks within.</i>


Moradin protect me.


You long to be touched. A shame we're preparing for war, or I might find time for you - but all you truly need is the Absolute.


Har... <i>hrath ajak!</i> And swing! Yes!


You think Ethel was the only hag in the realms? Not by a long shot.


<i>Prostrate before your Throne of Blood... Heed our prayer, heed your call! </i>


I'll set you loose.


He might be a bandit.


What a mess.<br>


<i>Ad pulvis.</i>


Waveservants: Destroy them.


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


*You've wandered into a forbidden area. You sense it might be time to leave.*


I wasn't making any headway with the mechanics - none at all. The environment here is just too cold to sustain metals like the ones inside you.


I still can't believe what that horrid man wanted to do.


Which worg upchucked you?


*For a warm bed and full stomach, look no further. Welcome to the Last Light Inn.*


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


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


Life must go on, eh? I may have an adult son, but I'm not ready to jump in the coffin yet.


Orin thinks this abduction is some sort of... ultimatum to kill Gortash.


How'd you become the Blade of Frontiers?


Did you think I had abandoned you?


The dark's strong here - this torch is useless.


What are these <i>for</i>?


Fine - no need for more violence. I'll tell my associates everything was lost in the ambush.


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


First step is the hardest.<br>


Only jesting. I'm in no position to judge - especially after what happened with Shar.


Subject... gith lad... Ptaris.


That... bloody... tiefling...


Chk! You dare speak to me like my better? Others have died for lesser insults - slowly.


I'll see what I can do.


You met her? Then you were subject to her lies.


If you think bothering me will delay your article being published, you're quite deluded.


Bah! It looks like a half-orc, but speaks like a beast.


RAAAAAAH!


<i>Vlaakith... Vlaakith'ka... sivim hra... sivim hrath krash'ht. </i>Was that right?


Minsc is soft of heart. Do not make him regret it.


It was wrong.


Thank you, magic!


Captain Grisly at your service. What can I do for a long drink of water like yourself?


Oi, ugly!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


How dare he speak our queen's name!  How dare he dishonour her children!


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


A haunting has come upon you, but the first step is this admission you have now made. You will not walk alone into this night, remember that.


I'm rather alarmed to say I suddenly feel inexplicably jubilant. How ominously delightful.


Perhaps it will fade into a long night and be forgotten, as I have. Perhaps that is for the best.


Appreciate the honesty. *Sigh.*


I suppose there is something to that.


Why are you even here? Go run and play with Zev, yeah?


GruntAngry<br>var 3


Allow me to help.


A cat... with wings?


Ubi es?<br>v3


What are you saying? You're trying to confuse me.


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.


Right here.


Excellent betrayal the other night! I could not have backstabbed better myself!


Not like this, Minthara!<br>


Am I supposed to hug you, or...


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Out, foul deformity!


Wait. This looks familiar.


I trust you with it. I just hope you know what you're doing.


That... thing. It was speaking... in my head.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


<i>No one </i>should touch the stuff. Not Wulbren, and <i>especially </i>not those Ironhand jackals.


Can hardly argue against execution when menaces like you run free, can I?


Ubi es?<br>v2


YES!<br>


By Helm, thank you. We'd been researching hags, and made the mistake of drawing Auntie Ethel's ire.


That means they're good.


We do what we must.


Demento te!<br>v2


But nothing to worry about... right?


Flagello!


Forget the smokepowder - there could be more slavers out there. You'd draw them right to her!


ISOBEL! <i>ISOBEL! </i>Why did you bring her here?! What have you done?!


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Well fuck <i>me</i>. It's you. From the mind flayers' ship. Let me guess: you met a group of burnt Tyrran paladins on your way over.


I'm fine with either, naturally. The last thing I want is to ruin these nails digging through rock.


<i>Ch'mar zal'a Vlaakith!</i> Give it to me.


Better not be cursed.


...Perhaps I spoke in haste. Your insights would, of course, be most welcome.


Of course you are. I may be an outsider to these lands - but I am hardly ignorant of your kind.


Hmpf.


More of those wretched things.


No boar pursues its prey with such savagery. This was the work of animal, but of a very different nature.


That book's got your name written all over it, Gale. Figuratively, I mean.


Hold up. The Emperor warned us that death waited beyond the gate, and I see no reason to doubt him.


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


Did I play games like this in my youth? Was I sweet once?


Even if we got Gronch into the city with us, what would he do there?


Seems we lucked out in keeping the Absolute's voice out of our heads.


I wonder if the Wavemother will call me next...


I see. Well -


I saw you - casting covetous glances at my hamster!


Hopefully we'll be rid of this parasite before we even need to think in that direction.


... with spectator... won't... have gone far... hah... <i>hahaha</i>...


Initiative v3


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


*You feel a compulsion unlike anything you've ever known - excruciating and exhilarating in equal measure. You wish nothing in the world but to <i>evolve</i>.*


*It seems your attack will have consequences. Immediate, violent consequences.*


Really? Then we have nothing to say to each other.


Hngh...


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Close Mouth Effort v8


Farewell, True Soul. Serve Her well.


Expello te!<br>v2


Where to next?


*Lae'zel slithers into your brain despite your resistance. She sees the truth of your confrontation in an instant.*


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Hold on! I'm coming.


There is a great love amongst you - Zethino senses it. Bring your leader to me, and we shall see if your love is that of ages.


Corpses - arranged with some intent.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


The shadow curse will soon be forgotten, thanks to us.


Come here... please!<br>


<i>This is not the place. We must find somewhere higher up to begin the climb. </i>


More of the same.


Do you know how hard it was to get those cabbages into the city? Nigh on impossible!


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


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


So many lonely souls, waiting to become us.


Stop dawdling - it's not as though you have somewhere better to be.


Take your penance - in Her name.


We should find him, maybe he can help?


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Agilius!


Hmm, well, I can only hope I don't disappoint.


Poor Karlach, having to face her own mortality in such a... definitive manner. Though the rest of us are still liable to perish, if it's any consolation.


Perhaps using Ethel's wand wasn't the best idea.


<i>This may be our last chance to defeat the brain. </i>


I'm fed up with that bloody eye. Peep on someone else, you hear!


So instead I'll say this - Lily was our world. Knowing that she'll be able to put to rest properly makes things... easier. <i>Thank you.</i>


<i>Remember: Ketheric wants her </i>alive<i>.</i>


The Mother Superior was unworthy, otherwise Lady Shar would have granted her victory.


He said no questions, honey.


Moonrise Towers... initiation...


You angered githyanki? You are lucky your heart still beats.


Stuck, eh? Hold on.


Only 'avin a laugh - ain't to be messed with, your kind. Whatever you are.


*The cover is cool in your hand. And very slightly sticky.*


I swear to you - I have the solution to your problem.


Perhaps you did the only thing you could. But still... I wish there had been another way.


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Correction dear. Lord Mammon is ripping you off. It's sort of his thing.


Just poking around.


I can't believe that worked. These shadows really do twist people.


I CAN TASTE YOUR THOUGHTS, COWARD! COME OUT, SO I MAY <i>SPILL THEM ON THE GROUND!</i>


Have you now? And you thought you should <i>tell</i> me?


And what would you do to those that have failed you?


Captain, we have two children, you can't make us split up the family.


Goodbye, sun. Goodbye, sea. Goodbye.


Now take my regards back to that pouting erinyes and leave me alone.


Of course.


Better eschew magic with these creatures.


It will be a glorious homecoming, and you will make a beautiful king.<br>


Get up. Move!


I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Best help before it gets worse.


Order it to die! Do it now, before it's too late!


Another of those gems - yet their purpose still eludes me.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v3


I need you strong.


That so? I won't pretend I'm not surprised... we haven't always seen eye to eye, after all.


I am adept at it. <i>Aluve.</i>


Cursed creatures. They will not escape me!


They simply refuse to <i>stay </i>saved.


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


You will not get far without a guide. The darkness here is murderous.


Pity. I thought you had a little more use in you.


And these <i>Chosen</i> who have caused you so much trouble accidentally did me a favour.


If you're going to torment me, at least try harder.


Hang on, though - looks like you've got enough backup at your side. Not sure there's room for me.


Best to stay out of its way.


And he has need of obedience. Serve, True Soul - if Disciple Z'rell deems you worthy, you will ascend.


The bark is in place. Now, for a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.


This view's almost worth the walk.


I couldn't tell her who I was. I had to protect them - and myself - no matter what.


You did this to yourself!


Yes, but you chose darkness. I was cast into it.


Recovered <br>V4


Funny. You looked like the sort to beg for mercy.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


If you would prefer another extraction method, kin, you have only to ask.


And to think you were honoured with the name <i>Shadowheart</i>.


Look at those colours. That's a clown's leg for sure.


If you say so, mate.


Trust me - I've seen what those Watchers can do.


Meant 'I love you' in the Cliffgate household. I can't even remember how it started anymore. Lost family lore.


Better you than me. I'd take an empty alley over the Guildhall these days.


That corpse is <i>huge. </i>And is that a burning heart...?


We cannot allow Gale to go through with Elminster's ludicrous plan. Destroying the Absolute before we fully understand it would be madness.


I'll take the pain away.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Curious. Looks like someone made a little den for themselves here.


Don't worry about me, please focus on saving Thaniel.


Erm. I... I'll say my goodbyes now. You were - that is, it was... So long.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Not a stranger - a friend.


If we are going, let's go. Waiting makes me nervous.


We'll prepare ourselves - we'll be ready when you call upon us.


I'd toss them all in Wyrm's Rock if I had my way.


You may find my selection somewhat misaligned with your particular <i>preferences</i>.


You wager this Absolute's going to get chatty with <i>us</i>?


Attack<br>var 3


It would certainly be her style to send a messenger in her stead for a task like that.


Woe upon the unsuspecting.


You've been to the Hells and back. Survived the crash. Survived everything that's followed.


Yes? Is there anything I can do?


Remember: speak slowly.


Richly deserved.


*An unorthodox defence - but one that seems to have worked. You are free to go.*


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


We cannot help them just now. Let us not arouse any suspicion.


Yeah, you really saved the day, swooping in and playing the hero.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Barbarian Idle Breaths


Could be interesting.


Whew - I'm spent. I should unwind in camp.


Silence. I don't want to miss a single word.


I never wanted to live in the city - but the <i>opportunities</i>... there's nothing quite like it out there.


It's both simple and not - we need to find Thaniel's missing half, and make him whole again.


Falling


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gale?


Silvanus soften my steps.


This jar... it feels like death itself. A sure sign of necromancy at work.


Would you... would you look for him?


We've found Orin's home base. And a house of horrors it is.


D'you think it's bad to keep throwing stones at a dead lump?


Lads! <i>Kill her.</i>


Stupid Varrl. Why didn't he just kill me?


Me too!


Darkness, guide my hand.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Sentries, to arms! Istik. State your purpose. Quickly.


*...and visions consume you once more. A swarm of githyanki dragon-riders, silver blades held high.*


Just talk to Mol, okay? She's the one you need.


I'm Zevlor.


Such a terrible place. I should leave.


I will end them.


Incredible. An elf and a bronze dragon - allies at sea.


VO_SFX : Spit


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


Hold! <i>Hold! Weapons down!</i>


*A bench in the antechamber of Murder. How many have sat here, waiting their turn, and what thoughts passed through their heads?*


Well, well, boys. Looks like we got ourselves a trespasser.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Piss off and let me drink in peace.


This gibberish is giving me a headache.


Look, I'm sure there's somebody else who can help you - I need to work while the flesh is fresh.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


So I wouldn't have to make up friends to play with anymore? I'd have someone <i>real</i>?


Beshaba's black bones. What's being done to those two...?


Listen, uh, I got me some business over on the other side of yonder mountain. See you never, yeah?


A <i>ghaik</i> with a conscience... remarkable. I would not have wished for such a fate for you, but perhaps it is for the best.


It is trying to bounce the very brains from our heads!


Stabilio!


Not again.


It's huge.


What? But the house -


No. No no no. I'm not going in there. I won't!


A vampire? Explain yourself!


Hm.


Voco murus!


Rolan better be all right.


*The Singing Lute.*


When she took me... I did not think I could survive again. Thank you - I owe you everything.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


You know, I truly do marvel sometimes that I ever had feelings for you. What do you want?


Step out of the light and you're done for. It's fight or die. To arms! Now!


I would have words with you.<br>


Perhaps we could start over. I am Lorroakan. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance. And that of your fine companion, who perhaps heard I was looking for you.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Another disc etched with <i>tir'su</i>. Lae'zel might make something of this.


Hurt, but still kicking - I can feel it scrabbling from here. Watch yourself.


Keep your hands to yourself. Every last crevice of this tower could be... infected.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Barbarian Idle Roars


If you like. Good thing your practical streak is one of the things I love about you.


Surprise, surprise.<br>


Could just look the other way.


Hey! I had a feeling you'd show up. It's sort of our thing. Like it's fate or something.


This wine... It's poison. Some sort of paralytic agent.


Then all came to pass as I had hoped, though a century too late for my family and friends.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


It's never good news with a mysterious voice, is it? Always 'warning, demons', never 'warning, nymphs bathing nearby'.


Smoke. Something's burning.


So be it.


What's up for discussion?<br>


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


Ha! An absolute chancer. Spill it - what are you really after?


If I must.


Time!


<i>'Yes sir'.</i>


My patience is wearing.


*Customers are asked to follow all instructions promptly, and without resistance.*


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


One - and I shouldn't have had even that. Got work to do.


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


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


Thank you. And should your courage falter, remember your father's generosity.


Call me cynical, but I'm not sure we can trust the god of tyranny's Chosen to happily share power.


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


((*you will fall. and in death, we will raise you*))


*Shadowheart trails off and glances around at the party. She turns back to you, mildly surprised you're still there.*


Acidum!


But... what of the powder? Without it, Beldron will die in that tunnel.


Have you given any more thought to the retrieval of that githyanki egg?


You pray to the gods you always have food.


All those spawn locked up down there. I don't know if I should loathe them or pity them.


*As you near the end of your tale, you see his attention drift as he licks his lips, thinking about something else entirely.*


Is being a mind flayer so bad?


<i>True Soul. My instructions are clear: take the girl to Ketheric.</i> Alive.


R-really?


Flagra!


<i>Whatever Balthazar is looking for, it's crucial to the war effort.</i>


Look at this place. Some safe haven it turned out to be.


Neverwinter. Bet it's beautiful that far north.


Wait - <i>please. </i>I need this.


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


You do not have a charm placed upon you to clear your memory-stores, nor an enchantment befuddling you.


I didn't expect you to do <i>that</i>.


A map of tunnels under a temple. And the name 'Father Lorgan' scratched right on it.


Head to Baldur's Gate. Someone's waiting for me.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


Thank you, magic!


When the devils start approaching you, you know you're in deep.


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


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


Did you want any rum for the marinade?


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


All I hear's the hells whipping by.


*Here lies Suttida Attana. <br>Born 1411 DR - Died 1485 DR*


I suspect that would puncture his fragile ego far more savagely than his fangs puncture your neck.


Th-they're gone. Now there's just Mol.


The same forge from the wizard's notes? The notes that mentioned a guardian?


I bet this idol's powerful enough for Gale to get something out of it.


Yo!


Forthwith.


Alchemist, tinkerer, adventurer, curmudgeon... I wear many hats, most with great enthusiasm.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


And still sealed? You're a godsdamned wonder. Here's your coin.


Your kind proves compliant. A useful trait.


Lux in tenebra!


I have felt you coming. The first in a century.


Canto te!<br>v3


Traitors, Portyr. Any who dares speak ill of Baldur's Gate or its people.


Victory v3


Sounds like someone's in trouble.


And thou - thou art no more fortunate than thy Bhaalian ally.


Brothers and sisters? Big family. Bigger than mine.


New rule - it's a restricted area, top security.


Gnolls are everywhere. And I do mean <i>everywhere.</i>


Powerful artefacts, sat here gathering dust... I'm sure there's no harm in borrowing some.


<i>Bloody boohyahg </i>- ha! Someone's got there first. And you ain't learned your lesson?


Astarion. What a pleasant surprise. I must have drawn more blood than I intended.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


And yet you petitioned on the thief's behalf. A curious display of mercy.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


When he's there, yes. But he's a busy man - contracts and interests in many places, and on many planes.


Vae victis!


I know that look. It's your heart isn't it? Not to worry - you have one of the finest wizards in the Realms at your fingertips.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


So you send mum and pops <i>there</i>. I'll be waiting, hero-man!


I've seen enough blood today, all right?


The <i>ghaik</i>'s turned on us. Get to the transponder!


Until you have something useful to say, leave me to my bottle. It's better company than you are, that's for sure.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Not entirely sure that was a wise decision. Better the devil you know, I suppose.


Always.


It is true. Nature suffered, while I dawdled, and allowed myself to be distracted.


Nevertheless, as quirks go, that's a new one for me.


Slaughter your line. Become the last of your name.


So he was at the House of Healing? Wonder what he found.


Master, I am a professional. I've seen the two of you together. Every one of your darkest desires craves her.


If it was up to her, I'd be a pile of ash along with the rest of the shadow-cursed lands by now. I can't imagine what she has to say to me. 'Sorry', perhaps.


<i>PERISH!</i>


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


That's it? You'd leave him, filleted and afraid, to fend for himself? So cold. So cruel.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Me too. It's hard to sleep knowing that thing is in your head.


Without him, the city faces collapse. In fact, I fear that may have been the intention of those who abducted him.


Simple. We beat him about the brow and butt until he was dead.


Ravengard's no upper-crust softie. He's in charge of the Fist, right?


Not much is coming to mind - at least nothing that's terribly appealing...


Hahaha! Don't be stupid, darling. You're mine, remember?


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


*You realise picking this particular lock may have been a mistake. You're being reported.*


How long you think he can scream for?


Can hardly feel the spinning.<br>


All right, all right, I'll go! But if I'm found hanging in my cell, it'll be on your conscience.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


Zhentarim! To battle!


Get moving. I'll be doing the same.


Saer.


You did the right thing. All those deaths would have weighed you down.


This'll help.


I don't have money or anything to sell. My p-partner does that.


Your hero is coming.


*Your words are of no interest. The time for talking is over.*


If only I knew where to find some.


Expect anything - he's been cursed to the Hells and back.


But I love honey. I love honey so much.


Demir... <i>urgh</i>... Johl...


On the trail.


Mors certa!<br>v2


Propera!


The Emperor can't shut us out forever.


Oh help! Help!


Me either. Luckily, vampires - even vampire lords - aren't as hard to kill as they may seem.


But Zevlor said I... Damn it.


What's he got to say for himself?


<i>Chk.</i> Here's hoping the explanation is less sloppy than the kill.


Quite so. The Weave is a sensitive conduit.


Shar may seek to thwart you in that - if she cannot control you, she can at least seek to deny you your past.


This is the spot. Looks like someone's left poor Selûne untended...


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They must have fallen in the fight against the Sharrans, all that time ago.


I know that you are all afraid... but I also know that you have been fighting your whole lives.


But... you can win. Goblins aren't as strong as bird women, right? They can't even <i>fly</i>.


There is a hollowness between you, something brittle and strained. We must dig deeper. Grasp the pain hiding within.


Invoco te<br>v3


*Yet it, too, roamed the nautiloid. It would have seen you, known you...*


Alas, I've never learned to converse with your kind.


I never was a sucker for a smooth-talker, but I admit, Astarion, you're pretty slick.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Aha! When last we met, mercenary, I had yet to attain my true form.


But I think Jaheira's got the right idea. Better I live fully and meaningfully than to pine for an always-and-forever I could never achieve.


They won't be needing this place again.


Your greed reduced Crèche Y'llek to rubble. You didn't just steal a mace. You stole the lives of our people!


Is your mind so fragile that you couldn't say 'no'? Was our bond so weak that a single spark could break it?


The Absolute has spoken to you already, in whispers, but at Moonrise you will be in Her presence.


Inconceivable as it might be, I actually didn't ask you.


If common sense can't sway them, perhaps a publicity disaster will.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


Effort v9


I hope they chew him up in the Hells.


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


Venenum!


Kill or be killed - so it goes down in the Underdark.


You say that. But minds can change in the span of a snap.


I know we're different, but I'm glad that mad ship brought us together. Who knows where we'll end up?


This head's a long way from home. Belongs to one of the Fugue Plane's death devils.


I feel drained. There's necrotic magic at work here.


I've everything I need - except fire.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


What is it?


Ambition is good. You are resourceful and will gather many allies to aid your strength. Use them how you will.


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.


That disc can move, I'll wager. But where does it lead?


For once.


Happy days.


Runt.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Yet they banished us from Baldur's Gate. And for what?


Mistress Olodan, I can explain...


No more than what I had to - and that's all I'll say on the matter.


We will end the Grand Design. And then we will go our separate ways.


Bold actions for someone in fireball distance.


Wait. The <i>ga'varsh</i> taught us how to decipher the ancient texts. Let me think.


*...which quickly becomes a sneer.*


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


I <i>am</i> right.


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


You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that.


(We've got to help them! <i>It could have been one of us.</i>)


Well. And me. Look, I'm not long for this world anyway. I should transform. Do what needs to be done.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Not working.


Ubi es?<br>v3


<i>Stupid Conall. Ruining my ball. Turdbrain. </i>


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


Better to keep some things on the inside pocket, you know.


Hmm... it seems the way to camp is unavailable to me just now.


Don't fancy getting my hands dirty. I need a shovel.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


'...but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny.'


Everything.


Don't do this to me, Kanon.


What's in here?


Yes. Minsc should have charged in all the sooner - and brought a second sword, so that he might have cut all his captors down in one blow!


By Gith's silver blade!


Yes, a pain that I understand all too well.


You point, I poke!


*Faint sounds echo against unseen stone. Nothing discernible by eye or ear.*


Te adstringo linguam!


Art thou certain?


Perure!


Sergeant Thrinn will cough up big to hear that slave's got her comeuppance.


You smiled and joked and got me drunk.


What creatures thrive in a lake this dismal?


That doesn't look comfortable.


The bare minimum.


Go find Balthazar - he always has use for another body.


Pin your eyes to the treacherous she-drow. Do not focus on the many, many others - Boo will handle them.<br>


I had no wish to lose Wyll, but - my, it would have been nice to flush her into the colony's flesh-pit.


Yeah?


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


Oh, I intend to. The lyrics are clear - all who hear the song must die.


*The Duke wants to keep Florrick's location a secret. Little does he know that you've already found and freed her.*


Making me sweat.


<i>This tavern is content to be a blight not only on the eyes, but also the soul.</i>


Shapeshifter assassins? Makes it hard to trust anyone.


*There are no openings, but for a brief moment, you think you feel something stir within.*


Dying


The dirt nap comes later.


All we've done is delay the inevitable, a delay that puts thousands more lives at risk. But those lives can be saved.


<i>In my name.</i>


Time to bite, my owlbear friend!


One of many worlds.<br>


Mushrooms - poisonous, if memory serves.


An impressive hammer.


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


The druid Halsin is in here <i>somewhere.</i>


Hardly. There's also gold, sex, revenge - quite the list, really.


The pain tells us what Boo's nose is already knowing - the brain is near.


Ketheric is vulnerable - all we need to do is strike.


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


By Balduran's helm, I - no. I will not be tricked!


My aim is true.


<i>My instructions are clear: take the girl to Ketheric.</i> Alive.


I only hope my siblings are up to the challenge. The Underdark is not a forgiving place.


On my way.


Chewy, bitter, putrid. Just like mum used to make.


A bed made of corpses. Disgusting <i>and</i> uncomfortable.


It's already finished.


I expected no visitors, faithful or otherwise. Why have you come?


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


I don't care what Emen said, I'm not getting the ball. And <i>you </i>can't make me.


Snore
zzZzz


Greetings, citizen. I trust you are enjoying the city.


I may just get out of here alive.


Umbrae!


She wants me back... She is coming for me...


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Best we save any discussions for later, given the circumstances.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Well. Now for option number two.<br>


Your illithid - it cannot reach you down here, can it?<br>


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


The means to Orpheus' release is in our hands.


Must be some other way to open this.


Colour me curious.


There's blood here, not yet dried. And no sign of the smith...


Word to the wise - give that Ilmater temple a wide berth. Rude buggers. Certainly not bringing <i>my</i> trade there again.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


*Gazing up at the night sky, you try to will yourself to sleep.*


So were you doing nothing or were you waiting for a friend? Which is it?


Besides, I watched you at the gate. I could use an ally like you.


They have endured an age of darkness and tyranny, though most did not know it. When my war against Vlaakith is done, everything will change.


Maybe if I was a quarter of the size.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Relax, the both of you - it's Balduran, our city's valorant founder.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


Well - whatever you're into.


Oh, it sounds <i>very</i> dangerous.


I'm ready. Lower the trap.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Oh, feck off.


Resisto ignem!


Forgive the paranoia - we're being hunted by a vile and wicked hag. We sought refuge here, but -


Not drow. Neverdrow. Monster. MONSTER.


Halsin was studying the parasite.<br>


All mine.


Account-holders only from here. Vault pass?


Yes. I do.


A prayer and a symbol. Perhaps it does more than just flatter Selûne...


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


<i>'S bollocks, Fezzerk funnin' around while I'm stuck dealin' with yobs.</i>


G-get that birdie spinning again! Make him chirp for us!


You can sleep when all the slaughtering is done.


You were a mistake. But not one I'll be making again.


I'll be awake awhile yet. Today has been a lot.


No! Stop! Go away!


Treme!


I am the Blade of Frontiers. I swore to protect the Coast from the monsters that prey on it. And I know my first target:


There's life in you yet.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


The General's advisor went off on a field trip - Z'rell's in charge 'til he gets back.


Menzoberranzan... Underdark...


I am Minsc of Rashemen, Boot of the Absolute!


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


Vlaakith will not let the Grand Design come to pass! In the Undying Queen, the githyanki are <i>eternal</i>.


Something's poking out of the debris.


A sahuagin is more likely to catch <i>you</i>.


The statuary in here is so triumphal. Even the worst of us can see ourselves as heroes.


Looks like an animal dug this up - so much for a final resting place.


The teddy bears were an experiment - my greatest invention. A clever little device in their chest allows them to speak.


You steal from those resting in my garden and still expect an audience? Get out.


I'm on my way.


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


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


This 'Adamantine Forge' - the same the drow's corpse spoke of?


Those flames will make short work of anyone who gets too close.


You <i>will </i>live.


Victory v4


Gods! You have a habit of turning up where you're least expected - but no less welcome for that.


So loyal, so beguiled, they were blind to his treason.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


*It's so easy to see why that body alone ruined so many lives.*


Impero te!<br>v2


Carrion's presence lingers here. He will return, unless his ties to this plane are severed.


What should I do if the <i>ch'r'ai</i> takes me in for questioning?


*His eyes meet yours. There's recognition there - a sick intensity as his voice reverberates in your mind.*


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Don't I know it. But there's two more boxes after this one.


I've shown no sign of turning. No nausea, no pain, not even a hot flash.


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


...Lae'zel.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Let's get moving, then. Once we fill our packs with what we can carry, of course.


And if any of mummy's little friends want to pick up where the others left off... they'll find nothing but a pile of ash.


A word, my dear.


I would say no offence meant, but... well. Look at you.


Believe it, brother!


Maledicte es!<br>v2


And you <i>will</i> be refused.


That machine is exquisitely engineered. I have never seen the like before.


*Baldur's Gate roils behind this portal.*


I suppose that's how I knew how to free Liam, back in the goblins' camp. Lucky for him.


Clean cut. Githyanki blade.<br>


I'm on borrowed time anyway. But don't pull the pin until you have to, hey? We might still win the old fashioned way.<br>


Anything of use?


Tell me... was it worth it?


These sigils and chains... I sense a druidic hand in them. An attempt to subdue something.


Oddly sentimental. Or <i>mayhaps </i>you're just looking for an edge on the competition, eh?


Thanks, mate. You'll be seeing me again soon.


You heard me the first time, didn't you, darling? I'd like to speak to your tadpoled friend, if you don't mind.


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


That's fine. But don't expect <i>me </i>to entertain you.


I am dangerous. Not because I want to be, but because of... an error I made in the past.


'Til death do us part - isn't that what you promised, Oskar?


Et alibi!<br>v3


Where should we go next?


Odd shape. Haven't I seen this before?<br>


Good to 'ave ya, True Soul.


I mean - the Blade hasn't exactly lived up to his own reputation.


You're daft enough to get on with Baelen. Speaking of, you haven't answered my question - seen him?


Why are you talking to me when you have a whole barn to explore?


Nothing for you to worry about.


*The creature ignores you.*


No, no, they're trying to help me - you're the problem! Get away!


I think he meant to comfort me. But I shivered for weeks, thinking I was being hounded by wide-eyed spirits.


Where do druids keep their liquor?


Haha! Oh darling, please. I can't have something like this as my lover. The mechanics alone...


*Your flesh shivers, your heart bursts. True ecstasy, for one fleeting moment.*


So this is the Underdark? I've always heard stories, but never thought I'd end up slumming it down here.


The hammer's gonna fall.


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


*Sigh.* Who would I be to question my saviour? Thanks to you, I think my own thoughts and speak my own words.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Muddy footprints all over.


Like a dream half-realised. Our fight is not done.


Well, it's real, and I need to bring it back to Baldur's Gate.


Heal me, damn you!


You really don't want to make me angry.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


I'll watch out for you. Now...


Thou roach-mocked jester.


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


Honk honk.


I won't lay so much as a talon on him. I wouldn't rob you of that delight.


I guessed. The man can't stay quiet about 'enjoying the freedom of Nature's gifts'. I bet he'd outlaw clothing if he could.


Need anything else?


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


Hold on - it's <i>you</i>. My little helper from the Nightsong's former home.


Let me help you.


Footprints. That cave is occupied - and by no beast.


A True Soul, eh? Useless <i>rakkah </i>of a lookout could've told me.


Nothing's happening... but it doesn't look broken.


<i>She made her choice.</i>


It is? Oh, well... um... the truth depends on who you ask, doesn't it?


Killing is good - it culls the weak. But theft would be paid for painfully, a thousand times over.


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


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


Quite some valuable knowledge hidden between these pages.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Burned from the inside out. Whose work is this, I wonder?


Come.


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


This city has one too many self-righteous Ravengards. I would have preferred Wyll cut his family ties.


You're a medium! You're going to speak to her.


Hurt Critical


You have bonded with Wyll, body and soul. His scent lingers on your skin. If there is to be anything between us, it must be with his consent. And perhaps some day, his participation.


You have the aura of a third child about you.


Eat this, you pile of junk!


The Absolute will clear my way. Not one shred of doubt.


Oh, sweet Master, you're shivering! You'll get sick if you don't have your sweetmeats!


It's true... it's still there. I heard the only one to walk out alive from that place was the Bhaalspawn who killed Sarevok all those years ago.


Aridissimus!


There's a tadpole too, pickling in a jar.<br>


Is that blood on the shelves? Probably cold and congealed - urgh.


Now there's a name I'd hoped never to hear again. What was Flo doing here?


<i>Prince Orpheus, son of the first leader of the githyanki. </i>


You are fortunate to be here, Dread Sister. The joy of seeing a completed Watcher pacify the masses is unmatched.


Whatever lurks in the darkness ahead, I can hardly face it in my present condition. I need my full strength to stand against such shadows.


Someone's marked a spot at the base of Moonrise Towers. Worth a look.


Ha-he-ho-HOO! Darling Shirra, faithful to the Crying God. Long didst I wait, only to find thine empty flesh.


An offering from Moonrise Towers.


I don't fear the grave. But an eternal cycle of death and rebirth? I can't bear to think of it.


'Rascal.'? 'Jagoda.'? These belonged to somebody's pets - <i>former </i>pets, judging by the dried blood.


We need a champion to find the source of his invincibility and put it to an end. And it seems, my not-quite-True-Soul, that champion is you.


That must have hurt.


You're proof of nothing. You're hiding in the shadows, just like the rest of us.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


It's finally time for the Ironhand Gnomes to come <i>home.</i>


The Mother Superior is gone... I can only hope for mercy.


No more tadpoles in here. Wonder what happened to them?


A gem. Might be valuable.


But let me go... and maybe I'll spare you a vial.


Do not falter - Halsin is near, I can feel it!


It's the chair - it's connected to the ship. And the ship's connected to the mind flayers.


I'd chide you if my mind were not consumed by the sight of Orpheus within his domed prison. The Prince of the Comet <i>lives</i>.


<i>You?</i>


Ready to go meet my tribe? Just say the word.


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


I don't need to. They are all the same.


There is no light here.


On your feet, soldier.


We have spilled one another's blood. We have spent blows until utter exhaustion.


How's this?


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


*Whatever lies behind the door, it guards such secrets closely. It will not reveal them to just anyone.*


I bring you relief!


Fair enough. But a leader should always keep potential conflicts in mind, yes?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


Oh. Um. We can both swim.


The stones have failed us. The illithid has failed us. Our foe's strength supercedes them all.


<i>Steel Watcher - on guard! </i>


Cannot always go in plain sight.


Let's get this over with.


How does it feel to kill a woman still flush with the warmth of your body? All par for the course for you, I suppose.


Effort v3


I stand ready to reinforce, if you need it.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


<i>You must give me the stones. Or embrace your own illithid evolution.</i>


It isn't good for you to go this long without garrotting little girls.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Your existence is blasphemy.


*It's a heavy, rich red - dry and sharp.*


Yes. <i>Yes</i>. I would change into a two-legs like you. But how?


Nocturnus!


She made you what you are, Karlach. She wants you to come home. Alive, if possible. Dead, if not.


Well. After you.


You will not be your clever self, murderous erudite. Stupid, stupid bastard orphan baby.


So much blood... Must be where Father Lorgan was slaughtered.<br>


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


<i>Marri. </i>All we can offer is our thanks. Arabella?


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


These melodies...


Sorry, can't talk - busy dealing with a <i>prude.</i>


This is the spot that's marked on that map.


Tell me you took the devil's deal. Tell me you will free Gith's heir.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


There are few bits of me that haven't been broken already.


Taking up position.


<i>Now I am able to provide more tangible means of assisting in your continued survival.</i>


Let's see what this does.


Weak.


ANOTHER!


*She resists, her mind's teeth piercing your brain. Pain shoots through you.*


Bet I can crack that open.


*The tadpole's essence courses through you - where it touches, your flesh, glands, organs contract and flood with pure thought.*


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


Can't you just heal yourself?


Rolan, I'm sorry.


Gods above - what happened?


Nice - these markings match the ones on that key.


One brine pool, countless parasites. Disgusting things.


*You feel her mind recoil from yours... disappointed.*


You're missing the chance of a lifetime. You will never have another like me.


Ugh, what's an issue of the Baldur's Mouth Gazette doing in here? And why is it <i>damp</i>?


I must say... I'm damned lucky you showed up when you did. Can you <i>believe</i> what that monster was doing?


All... Creation... Made <i>ghaik</i>...


Such a shame - you won't survive without his help, and I'll miss your pretty face.


Oof. At least <i>pretend</i> to whisper, pal.


Know I will feel every wound, and still I will hurt less than you, who so utterly yourself defile.


Soldier?


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Your skin will be grandfather's shroud, coward. I will flay you where you stand.


The weapons here are more rust than steel. How long's it been since they tasted flesh?


Keep your rest short. Time is not our ally.


This is a bad idea.


Downwards - we need to pursue Ketheric Thorm until this is done.


And I hear <i>you </i>are the one to thank. I'm grateful.


Uuargh.


Tell me, what form will you have her in today?


I'll strike you down.


What's our next move?


I don't suppose you've found a way into the Towers?


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Piss off, <i>mragreshem</i>!


If we are to try the stones once more - we ought to do it there.<br>


Whether we attack or not depends entirely on you, love. Come into the light - hands high.


Back for more of Uncle Felogyr's finest, are you?


What beautiful music...


Shadowheart's little nook. Aw.


Dying Burning<br>v5


You know what that sounds like to me? <i>Leverage.</i>


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


I am neither. 'Clear of heart, clear of mind, and bound by no master.' Now - you must listen.


That's it.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


Don't bother runnin'. My archers got decent aim and plenty of arrows.


You. Not you. Lord Ketheric may think you pose no threat to him in your disgrace, but I know the things you've done.


I'll strike you down.


There's a killer on the loose. You better run and hide - heard it's a coward lookin' for weaklings.


Stuck in place, I see.


And here's the antidote. Do not mix those two up.


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


Dodge


'Minding our business <i>is</i> our business'.


Ugh. If they must have likeness. perhaps we can simply mount and stuff his head?


Yours is a heritage of murder. It cannot be ignored or evaded. You will either kill or be killed.


-- necromancer - dead --- - changeling fallen --
-- only tyrant remains ---- KILL HIM -


Why? Is he any worse than Asmodeus, do you suppose - The Reigning Serpent, he who harvests souls to fight an unwinnable Blood War?


To tha' duke's face when we gave 'im to the drow!


My hands... they're not my hands. And my reflection... I'm not used to that woman yet.


Buff


No more jigs and cavorting for Dribbles.<br>


They won't see this coming.


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


Our orders do not matter. We make our own destiny now.


Effort v4


Invisibilis!


Great Mother Gith - your son has fallen. The Comet is no more.


*The fright-choir fades. A single melody rises above the others, brassy and commanding.*


All this devastation... but we shall prevail, my love. We shall vanquish this blight, and watch the healing unfold.


*The dog looks at his owner with sad eyes. He does not move.*


I was holding back, if anything. Worried that I might... lose control.


Victory<br>


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Should mind my step.


<i>I don't do children's clothing, never mind 'donations' </i>- that Figaro's a real miser.


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


No mere artwork - this painting is cursed.


But of course! I just solved the murder of one Father Lorgan. Good chap, unfortunate end.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Yet the Absolute saw fit to bless you? I don't understand...


Eyes ahead, soldier. We're nearly there.


New city, same ox. Why does it haunt our every step?


<i>Do you have any idea what it was?</i>


I-  yeah. Yeah, they're dead weight. Not real believers like us.


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


Amo sanguinem!


Your end draws near.


My robes will get dirty.


Hah - I'll be fired for this. No loss, considering I was quitting. Maybe this is a push from the gods.