It's all very grand, but so austere.


And what do we find?


Buff


Rather too common as of late. At least that's what Master Halsin suspected.


*You should save your arguments for the guards. It's getting you nowhere at the moment.*


My hamster is not in the habit of choosing between two evils. We will find a third and better way, or Boo will know the reason why!


Oof - I bet he broke his nose. Friendly place.


<i>It is a shame we could not have cooperated. Your powers of manipulation are quite something.</i>


Odd statue. Probably cost an arm and a leg - or worse, considering it's Raphael's.


Thank you for helping us. Seems like there's<i> </i>still a few <i>real </i>adventurers left.


And I must leave with them.


You want my trust? Keep your fangs out of my flesh, and we'll take it from there.


Away with you. The portals are closed.


The shadow curse still taints the land. Perhaps we could have lifted it, had we tried.


She prepareth to venture to the Hells, where she will stand against the hordes of Zariel alongside her life's great love.


This is it - its will is weakening!


If I were in your shoes, I'd have tossed that mask long ago.


What the hells is this place?


Sounds like there's gold inside. Their proceeds?


<i>In umbram cretus, sanguine iuratus.</i>


It may not be the best idea.


I may not weep for my home, but I would take a mushroom over a flower any day.


If you'll excuse me, I have a great deal to do.


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


Abandoned, perhaps. Looks perfectly seaworthy.


More for me.


Better lend a hand.<br>


You'd better have a good reason for tearing me away from my prep station.


Help's on the way.<br>


Pawn to cleric four.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Let's fix you up.


Me? I'm out of here. You? I don't play tarot.


You dishonour Lady Shar's house.


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


Leave me alone. I need to think.


Here goes nothing.


Press the wound. Not like that!


Really? Oh, I'm so relieved. Everyone is going to be so happy to see you - I know it!


Be safe. And be brave. We expect no less.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


You're right. Violence won't change the past. But the right kind of violence can protect the future. You're dangerous. I can't let you leave.


That thing was in the wreckage. Whatever it did... imagine everyone you've ever loved, screaming for help in one voice.


He went into the shadows alone? Madness.


The Absolute's army trampled through here. We can't let them get to Baldur's Gate.


I AM NOT ENTIRELY SURE THAT HE WON'T


Just another crate.


*The symbol means nothing to you.*


PainOpen<br>var 1


Doubt is the greatest villain we face. Greater than all the Hells' devils, greater than a murderous god.


Good idea, I think.


Honour to fight alongside you, boss.


<i>It's all right. I've got you. We can do this in three... two...</i>


And may the city know the truth of my only son. Pride of Ravengard, pride of Baldur's Gate.


Your modesty does you credit, my fine friend. But bards and biographers need sordid <i>details.</i>


Need a little boost?


It was for the best. The cub would've died anyway.


Enough of that.


EffortMouthOpen<br>ver 1


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


You need to be freed. Of course.


Hurt


The ability to walk in broad daylight, for example, with not a burn in sight. I suppose we have your parasite to thank for that.


You could do so much better, Milady.


I think you were the only thing that kept him a little honest. After you left, things got dark, fast. I got out while my soul was still intact.


Here we stay, then. But if Boo grows restless and chews holes in all your delicates, you have only yourself to blame.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Tch. Beg sincerely or don't beg at all!


C'mon and c'mere, you. I've already spent too much time without you in my arms.


Jaheira - I'll save you, I swear!<br>


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


<i>Then you must know the way. Present the symbol, proof of your Father's favour. </i>


Useless. Why do I even bother with you?


*As you approach, a guttural scream and a succession of quick bangs rattle the door.*


The elevation device is already in place. All I have to do is hop on.


So they kept the 'Blood of Lathander' here? No wonder it was looted.


Why am I doing this?<br>


I'm not one for animal husbandry - but I know Rivington certainly has its <i>enthusiasts</i>.


You did well to speak up for the girl. That snake is <i>fickle</i>. A tragedy prevented.


Sob<br>var 3


Let's get to the city. Got business there I'm highly fucking keen to attend to.


A list of names... Father Lorgan's on here, crossed off. A target list, perhaps?


*Your offer is of no interest. This will be settled with blood, not gold.*


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


The good thing is, though, there's only one little voice you really should listen to.


Because for the first time in years, Kled doesn't feel scared.


Ketheric has form when it comes to cruelty, I'll give him that.


Damn it all, can anything go right? Hurry - every guard in Moonrise heard that.


Must leave. Only come by <i>invitation</i>.


Over here!


Gone... and gods, what's that <i>smell? </i>Sulphur? Bizarre.


Dying Burning<br>v6


I'll get you right in no time.


The final question. How would you feel, if all your burdens were lifted?


You're number seven - the final piece of the Rite. He needs us all for the Black Mass.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


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


He's too dangerous to have around. We'd always be sleeping with one eye open.


Let's see what - oh! A heart, a liver, a few fingers. Not the most appetising find.


I... summoned... them...


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


Succulent seafood, straight out the sea. Take yer pick.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


Father, come. I'm getting you out of here.


Not luck. <i>Skill.</i>


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Well, so long as you were able to indulge yourself, I suppose nothing - and <i>nobody </i>- else matters.


What are those?


*Without a cipher or primer to aid you, the disc's message could be near-impossible to discern.*


That time's not yet come.


What creatures live in waters this dark?


I do believe I saw a key with the very same markings.


The stonework is sublime - it's almost a shame to leave this place.


Let's talk.


Then how do I make them stop? What do I do?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Why do you wait, child of Murder? Bathe now in the font of blood and receive your Father's blessing.


Wait a minute... you were pulling my leg! Haha! Good one! But you're not getting rid of old Naaber that easily.


That patter works on punters, but I know you spend your wages on sweets.


*There it is - the Crown of Karsus, the site of power, the site of domination.*


Not that you'll be grateful.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


Is that Shar's voice? Not present in person, surely...


The Emperor may be loathsome, but it's right.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


Astarion, no!


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


Caedo!


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


*Moradin seems to hammer your body and soul into a fine-tempered tool wrought to work the will of the Forger. So be it!*


<i>You must trust <b>me</b>. Hand me the stones. </i>


I'm grateful, don't mistake me, but... why help us? You're one of them, aren't you?


There's tunnels everywhere - who would dig these? And why here?


Nature can provide for the cub. Perhaps it'll live.


Can't live my life without you.


Allow me.


What are you going to miss the most?


Corpses on display. Perhaps someone didn't appreciate the masons' stonework.


Maledicte es!


They... might? But there'll be consequences if they do - the Underdark is not a forgiving place.


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


Stone Lord - we have some uninvited guests. <i>See them out.</i>


A ticking, maybe?


Cazador worked on it from dusk until dawn, all with an ancient blade he called his 'needle'. Cutting and tearing, starting over if I screamed or winced too much.


If you think you know best, go right ahead.


Phew. Another one down.


And nor will Minsc. You shall have to make do without us, <i>hero</i>.


Fancy that - so do I.


A bit of bone poking out, there. Do I even want to know?


Thanks to you we've got a chance to fight back. We'll make it count.


What's next, I wonder?<br>


I've been travelling with a blasted vampire?! You'd better keep those fangs to yourself, from now on.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Then my sore arms thank you - I can finally stop pinching myself.


I can't even see a lock to pick.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers.


Yes, you have. I saved you before.


If he still has your contract when that happens, you're dead as dung.


Hey! That's our beer you're wastin'! Ain't good enough for ya?


What...? You... you're one of <i>them </i>- the ones who were attacking the ship.


I know Jaheira narrowly escaped his grasp. Have you encountered him yet?


Jaheira warned the others to steer clear, hence why I'm on door duty. You, on the other hand...


Volo non fugia!


That sounds like a venereal disease.


He wanted... memory shard...


Friend.


Dunno what happened to them. Don't want to know.


Please, be welcome. Have a drink.


I knew the dark woods wouldn't frighten you. You were always such a brave girl.


Et alibi!<br>v3


HAHAHA! WITH ME, FRIENDS - LAST ONE TO THE BRAIN IS A HORNCLAW'S FEATHERY NETHERS!


Come here. For just a moment. Let it out.


This way. We have a room upstairs over yonder side.


Poor creature. I hope it can follow my scent to camp.


Beyond mortal realms, there doth exist an amalgamation of spirits akin to thine own, ensnared by the treacherous cult of the Absolute, felled in its name.


Yes! Now we're talking.


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


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


*Fresh fish, for now, but it won't be long before that briny odour takes on a more acerbic quality.*


It's done.


All of it, sir.


The crèche must be nested in that temple. Our cure is close.


We bring you to him. We get his favour.


You're a terrible liar. We had a deal.


*In your dream, you stand over yourself as you sleep. A knife in your hand, murder in your heart.*


How much farther can I go?


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Do you smell something of devastating magical power, Boo? Or - perhaps a larger sword?


Last question, then you'll be quite free. Did the attackers rally to 'the Absolute' when they fell upon the gates?


*You take the object from your companion and inspect it.*


Um... baa?


*The Guild: a loose coalition uniting every criminal outfit in the city under one collective rule, from cutpurses to contract killers.*


Please return, Master. Before it's too late.


<i>You.</i>


What the devil was that commotion out in the harbour? Did the Sea Bitch burp?


This vessel's service lies with those of great import. Thou art not.


Arabella's father, in the oh-so-decaying flesh.


Hah! One time, I drank a bottle of mead so strong I tried to milk a chicken.


Yes... grinned... whole time...


Don't bleed out on me.


This curse... I need some light...


It shall be done.


You have the makings of a leader. Your actions have already inspired those around you.


Ouch. Well-earned.


Quiet.


Is this - blood dripping from above? No. It's more viscous than that.


What's that?


Inactive. The power source must be inadequate.


We need to get rid of them and seek out the helm.


Hurt<br>var 4


Hurt


<i>Perhaps it was a mistake to kill this household. At least I would have sated my hunger.</i>


A little magic never hurt.


But know that I do not need or like <i>anyone </i>so much that I will let them cross me twice.


Wish I'd been with you - would have killed a few goblins myself.


That's it, then. I can't jump any further.


I've got just the thing.


Queen Vlaakith is lying to you and your people. You think she knows how mother Gith defeated the Illithid Empire.


Then you have never heard me singing. Which makes you <i>very </i>fortunate.


If you are sure aid is deserved...


If they had any idea how much a cleaner costs these days...


Very well. I propose an alliance.


No, Boo. First the speaking. Then, <i>maybe</i> the kicking.


Better be cautious.


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


Her kind can't be trusted - they just tried to kill us aboard that ship, after all.


Unfortunately they are both dedicating more and more resources to retrieving it.


Why me? What was all this for?


<i>Ghustil </i>Stornugoss employs some <i>intensive</i> methods, for a healer.


It's the River Chionthar. I'd know these waters anywhere.


Thank you... maybe I should come with you - return the favour by watching your back.


Gale slurped that thing up like a horse with a carrot. I hope he got what he needed from it.


Gods, the <i>gnomes.</i> Speak to the gnomes.


Good. Whatever happens to us, the lich queen must not take the artefact.


I hope you know what you're doing. Have you ever disappointed a child before?


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


Buff


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


You. After all you've done, after all your trifling, you <i>dare </i>strike at my daughter?!


It's none of my business, of course. I wouldn't want to intrude.


Erm. True Soul.


She's gone. Doesn't seem real.


Mindripping, fleshpeeling. MIND FLAYER.


Good to the last swig.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Damned bleeding won't stop.


Tenebra!


<i>Please. </i>I'd rather spend my nights with a drider than with that do-gooder and his pussycat.


Dialino!


Sticking my neck out again.


Oh that's excellent! So good to see a secret passage with some flair.


Ah, ha ha <i>ha</i>, I was wondering when you were going to ask me about this.


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


When th' lashers hear this, they'll cut you down flat.


Well, that was invigorating.


It's purpose is served. Nothing left to transform.


*It is not particularly comfortable.*


There is, of course one more course to consider. The orb. None need shoulder the illithid's burden, if that is what you decide.


The beast!


Like... like this?


I'm shocked by my good fortune, quite honestly. Rent is fair, and the setup is just what I need to start making a living again.


Thought I spotted something doll-like in the back, but it was only for a moment. Can't say for sure.


Even I can feel the magic on this amulet. Gale should see this.


Sahuagin. These sea devils are far from their natural abode - why venture so close to the city?


Let's pop this open.


Mayrina... Elizabeth... Fenton...


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


Be there at once.


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


Ignis!


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


Yuck.


Malleus! v2


You're still you! Thank the gods.


The Network has been looking for a toe-hold in this city for years, and I just gave them the whole damn leg-up.


*The death of a child. A timeless tragedy that never grows old.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Goblins have silenced the owl-beast.


No... she... worshipped... him... loved... him...


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


The question is - where is the rest of him?


A ritual circle. Looks like it was used in the crafting of Moonlanterns.


Wait. Wait. Jaheira, wait. Boo suggests... that you are <i>unhappy</i> about something...?


--help-- -me--
 -help-- -YOU--
 -RECIPROCATION!--


Never mind. Get up here. I want that gate closed when the goblins arrive.


Shadowheart needs to speak to her more than I do. Better wait until she is free.


Ubi es?<br>v2


*And your dominant arm aches. It aches from stabbing. Over and over.*


If you will not help us, we do not need you here.


A couple turns should do it.


But you've a spirit about you that's quite inspiring. Perhaps even equal to the challenge.


Hungry! Food!


I have absolutely <i>no</i> idea what you're talking about. But that does rather sound like a threat...


I am not sure you are in a position to reflect on our motivations, <i>vin'iisk</i>.


<i>Hmmm hum hmm hmmm hum... </i>


*This seems to be the person from the memory recovered by eating the noblestalk - but changed, and with a different name.*


Go ahead! It's <i>mine</i>. Got it?!


We can prepare for the journey to Baldur's Gate in peace now.


Pity. You do not understand the gift you refuse.


Damn, completely stuck. I wonder when it was used last.


Oh, it'll take longer than if I had a master. But I won't entrust my fate to another - not again.


I won't let you fall.


He's back! You brought Halsin back!


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


But the Flaming Fist are the cornerstone of the city, and the Dukes are the foundation.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


We... <i>plan.</i>


Tormentum!


You were already worthy. What you lacked was patience, and it cost you dearly.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Hells - I'd heard tales of mind flayers. Talons sharp as daggers, and tentacles yet more fearsome.


I've got what you need.


It brims with Weave. It is... quite remarkable.


If you've ever considered bating in the Chionthar, don't. I tried it once, and came out dirtier than I was when I went in.


Well?


I wish she were here for me to make a formal introduction, but I would never ask her to undertake such a journey. She is safer at home.


*Heh. Heh.*


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


I'm talking.


There's plenty of sport an' rich pickings out there fer us. Move it!


*Among the various fabrics, you recognise the unmistakable symbol of Shar, the Dark Lady.*


AH! The smell of adventure, in the very heart of the city!


Gale, you truly thought to turn to shadow magic, after seeing how it has ravaged nature? Your ambitions are... disquieting.


I could perform for the kids? But they've seen that plenty of times...


Ah, so that's how it is? A pity.


Where is that bastard?!


We can handle goblins. It's this parasite that's got me on my toes.


And there I was, thinking the killing was over.


That looks painful.


I can see it in your eyes, though - you can't help feeling a tingle of pleasure all the same.


That will do. For now. We should speak more of whatever afflicts you, but there will be time for that.


Not to criticise, but maybe they should have picked a better spot?


So the demonic figures we saw were <i>githyanki</i> all along?


Treme!


This is gonna hurt...


It's - ah, well...


I'm sorry, Ben... I'm sorry, Marc... I'm so...


And here I was worried I'd be the only one with a difficult family reunion waiting in the city.


It would be a waste of effort to strike her again.


These webs are everywhere.<br>


Cover the hamster's ears. I'm going to scream.


A Sharran construct? That bears investigating.


Let's have some fun.


I think you've inspired them enough today.


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


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


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


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Crusty rogue.


*You feel the biomechanical brain of the console process your command... and yield to it.*


Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.


*The druid Halsin sounds like a remarkable talent. He can still the parasite, you're sure of it.*


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Come on. Up!


My own fault for pulling strange levers I suppose...


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Falling<br>Var 2


I have something to ask.


Ho there, wanderer. Stay thy course a moment to indulge an old man.


Yes. I think you do...


Nothing but blackness, deep as the Shadowfell. Talk about staring into the abyss...<br>


So much for Father Lorgan's charity.


You know the Guild will gut us for this? <i>Bastard.</i>


Let's see where the night takes us.


Imitation horns, but barely distinguishable from the real thing.


Master Halsin did say the drow's tadpole was dormant. Maybe yours is too.


Still stuck fast by some mechanism.


That's true...


Attack Critical<br>


I put it on especially for you.


You're a hero, just like Orpheus. Facing almost certain death to enlighten our people.


A handy little trick.


And I bet you're <i>full </i>of ideas.


No. Not him. Not him... I did all this for him. Everything... <i>everything</i>...


Only a true diabolist would have such an infernal collection.


You've already been? Impressive. You'll make me redundant at this rate. What did you find?


My eyes!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


That all ya got? Bein' soft ain't gonna make 'im scream.


Why? You plan on winning, don't you?


Sorry, sweetheart. I've got someone to take care of.


Esurio!


Thank you. Now repeat my instructions back to me, please.


The more bullshit she pours, the more of it I'm forced to swallow.


I'd ask who you are, but I've heard of the Blade of Frontiers. I'd heard he was a hero, though - not a thug.


What...? Jaheira, you look a little... strangesome...


The outlook is dire. Any choice is better than no choice, I say.


*All is greater than you could have dreamed. You are a spawn of Bhaal - his heir, his scion.*


You githyanki live for this very ideal, yes? To be welcomed home and live eternally in the Astral.


The Blade of Frontiers. What a thrill for the children.


Locals need to see Her truth - take their place in Her design.


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


Well-spoken.


And just like that, everyone profits.


If I join you, we'll likely have to slaughter this entire place. You may want to use discretion when approaching the goblin leaders.


Pallida mors!


Flaming Fist letting Zhent run free? The situation must be grim.


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


Sol Invictus!


That feels good.


If he went on to Baldur's Gate, we might be able to find him. He owes you a favour after what you did, right?


*Burp.*


I can't believe she wanted to poison us, that she tried to put us down like dying dogs without as much as a whisper of consent!


A simple task.


And it's off! That was more stressful than I'd like.


Those boots look quite special. Something for you, perhaps, Gale?


But it is. And as arrogant as ever.


What now?


Well. That will take some time to process.


Astarion...


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


*Commendable as your honesty is, it hasn't convinced this guard. You're about to be locked up.*


Cometh the hour, cometh the hamster.


*Beneath the silent stone surges a relentless current of purest Weave. A summoning channel, the kind commanded by Mystra herself.*


Must not be seen.


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


Fear sits in the soul of all - to tame it, we must <i>name</i> it. Astarion - what is his deepest fear?


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' That's a <i>lot</i> of missing pets.


Curious.


Bone Lord... you're the perfect man... All that is unnecessary stripped away... Primal... innocent... pure...


Oh, you <i>have</i> found your bark! I beg your forgiveness for such undue impertinence.


So eager to bleed? Very well. Praise the Absolute!


Phew. My mum always said the Chionthar was unlucky.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


That was a mistake. Damn.


The Underdark? I've had my fill of lurking in the shadows, if it's all the same.


Holy shit. An orthon. Powerful devils - I wouldn't get on their bad side without a good reason.


A keyword - this'll help us get what we need from the Archive.


Rude. This is Gortash's game. I'm just an impartial observer.


Lot of people lose things in this alley. Like their LIVES.


Aww we were just getting to know each other... well. Byeee!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


A list of names... Father Lorgan's on here, crossed off. A kill list, perhaps.


Can't figure out how Garron puts up with her. Maybe she treats him special in the sack - <i>no</i>, Gizelle! Don't think about it!


Fine. Half it is. But you need to bust Nere out first.


Dying Burning


<i>Zhentarim! To arms!</i>


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


You have proven capable of killing those known to you, but true devotion is the killing of an innocent. One who never had reason to wrong you.


*You note that the hope in his voice is tinged with weariness. It's the voice of a man who's fought the inevitable for a long time.*


A <i>ghaik</i> vessel has fallen from the sky, Lae'zel. Thieves aboard have taken a weapon most precious.


My plan, for now, is to hide out on the water. Unless you have a better idea?


We sent an agent to infiltrate this cult - the latest fad among the city's bored nobility, I thought.


I'm in love with you.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


A half-drow? How grotesque.


Hm. Perhaps something's missing?


Nature's fury shall not be checked.


*For the first time since you can remember, the gnawing pain in your stomach is gone. You can feel new strength in your body and new power at your fingertips.*


We did it, soldier. The city's going to be all right. And so are you.


Effort v5


Uh... Well...


Obedi me!<br>v3


Recovered <br>V3


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


Victory v2


This thing's plummeting fast - need to right it.


Et alibi!<br>v2


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


The parasite's psionic connection to the hivemind is what enables remote control of its Watcher.


A letter from Ketheric's wife. Sounds like she loved him very much.<br>


Oh! Sorry. I didn't see you standing there. Lost in the steps, truth be told.


Thank the gods for you. I thought I was done there. You did me a big favour. I won't forget it.


<i>Won? Your victory is but a guttering candle in the dark. Temporary. Inconsequential.</i>


*You're suitably convincing. Crisis averted.*


You know, we had the beginnings of something special once... but it was not meant to be, I suppose. Perhaps happiness lies elsewhere, for both of us.


Useless. Time has ravaged these weapons well beyond repair.<br>


Oi! Leave him be, yeah? You've got an appointment with Zarys - and she don't like waiting.


Bit of a grim mood tonight. Sounds like the others don't relish the thought of sprouting tentacles.


You know, then, that Silvanus spoke further. 'The parasite must be removed for new seed to grow.'


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Used to think the goblins'd kill us the second we set foot outside. But after hearing what you did at the gate...


I hope all of this is coming to an end. We need a win - badly.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


*The memory fades away, yet you feel its influence linger in your body.*


Hey, a shrine to the moon god Selûne.<br>


Someone's moving around in there.


Right tool will do the trick.


Is that... a human arm? Do I even want to know?


It's not out yet, but any of the Gazetteers can sell you a copy when it's printed.


Here - my very first lute, tuned to <i>perfection. </i>Thought you'd appreciate it when I'm rich and famous.


I've always wanted to sing at the Elfsong Tavern.


Dying Deep Exhale


*You recall the memory you recovered by eating the noblestalk - part of you understands that this is the same person you saw, but different, and with a new name.*


You will be well.


A <i>cat?</i>


Dying Burning<br>v3


Phew! You really <i>are </i>burning up. Whoever put that engine together tried to house metallurgised demono-valves inside a ra-gnax alloy casement. <i>Very </i>risky.


Ngh. My head...


Some managed to scarper, but the rest are all carved up... or wishin' they was.


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. I can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


Watch how you go - there's a trap.


Perfect.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


My tadpole's growing restless. Feels like it's excited. Or terrified.


*Too many layers of shadow and curse obscure the familiar, latent magic of the child.*


Surely you should be reserving your foot for more deserving foes? That poor creature was harmless!


Captives have wants and needs. It is my pleasure - nay, my duty - to fulfil them.


Listen.


Hey, that's <i>my </i>thing.


A decade from now, what will the mighty Karlach do? Where will she be?


<i>Complexum tuum, ab terra ortum, ad nos defer.</i>


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Punge!


Dying Burning


*Lae'zel's doubts turn to rapture as she considers an eternity as Vlaakith's Chosen.*


Extende!


<i>Words of mine will turn...</i>


The closer the elder brain, the closer we come to facing Orpheus in his own prison.


My - my what?


I won't quite say that - far from it. But you and I have a bond. I can't let a little bloodlust ruin that.


That enchanted journal mentioned an adamantine forge too. Seems popular.


*You kneel before him, eagerly feigning reverence.*


On my way.<br>


I'll wait. But I won't wait long.


We've got to dispel these shadows... somehow.


If he does not value the gift I gave in reanimating that wretched flesh of his, then I will take it back. It is my property, not his.


No harm done.<br>


Crawling back from his bloody disgrace - it's my <i>favourite</i> assassin! Gods, you're a sight for sore eyes.


Just wait. You'll see that I'm right about Lord Gortash.


You underestimate the enemy. The overseers, they are <i>glix'bran rak'tharr</i>.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


I'd heard this plane was disgusting, but I didn't think it would be like <i>this</i>.


Did you see?! They popped up out of the water all around me! Bitch Queen's mercy...


This stuff's seen better days...


And be careful! Do him any harm, and I will bisect you. Mercilessly, torturously, slowly.


Baldur's Gate...


Tell me why I should not cut off your limbs one by one and leave you to your screams.


And who's fault is that?


Hm. A book on Netherese magic. Gale may like to know.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Recovered <br>V4


Well met, Oathsworn. Your faith may not be orthodox, but it is still welcome here.


Hardly - it doesn't take a 'great wizard' to see that both men deserved to die. In fact - you've done me a favour.


*It seems the prisoner you killed was rather valuable. Now the price is on your head.*


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


The druids - they're <i>attacking us!</i>


I love feeling you close. But are you sure -


Bring them here, and you'll have a live demonstration of what the <i>zaith'isk </i>can do.


I did not expect you to prove quite so... fragile.


Gods know why. You'd be well within your rights to burn me alive.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


It is a shame you did not tell her. Orin never knew who her father was. Never knew how <i>potent</i> he could be.


For you, oh horned cheek.


These cult-nutters don't die easy. We've lost a few of ours already.


Cages, shackles - the place was a prison in and of itself.


As the Absolute wills. We'll wait.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


Signum arcanum!


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Hm, just thought of something.


You have bonded with Karlach, body and soul. Her scent lingers on your skin. If there is to be anything between us, it must be with her consent. And perhaps some day, her participation.


But... my heart is telling me I love you. It's about the only good news it's given me.


As well you should have. Because it isn't a counterfeit!


My pleasure.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


Kind of looked like it might have been heading towards that building across the channel, actually.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


The shield is still warm to the touch. A dragon is not to be trifled with.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


We should not linger here. The cult's army is on the march.


The paper says we're safe here - but we're not. We may as well be outside the walls with the Absolute!


Right place, right time. When a cleric of Selûne stumbles into a Sharran shadow, she's bound to set it to rights - at any cost.


IMPOSSIBLE.


But to face your kin? To face everything you know and still make that choice. There is nothing simple there.


<i>You shared an intimate night with the drow, Minthara.</i>


It is for Kelemvor to judge you, when the time comes. May he do so justly.


I can't. I feel a connection with it, but the spirits within fight me at every step.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Better have good news...


Good - your traitorous clodhoppers stand in the way of justice!


You know enough. And so do I.


VO_SFX : Downed


When do I get a break from your whining?


Agilius!


Looks like an ambush.


Bones everywhere... Someone's been engaging in dark rituals here.


<i>I greet you, child of the stars. How has your search for the mushrooms fared?</i>


At least - take these. May you have at least some comfort in bitter times.


Clag-bottomed coward!


Argh!


A beautiful lie. But I guess whatever comes, we'll be there. Together. That's enough for me.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


It doesn't matter if you're Silvanus himself come to walk among us - infected is infected.


*Decaying legs protrude from the hole - a failed escape, it seems.*


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


If people were publicly hanged in a proper city - Neverwinter, say - it'd be all over the broadsheets. A disgrace.


I believe so. Once the din of battle has faded, we will truly know what has been saved today.<br>


I have power enough to share.


But you've proven moderately useful. I will await word from Vlaakith. You may live for now.


<i>HMMMMMMMM. </i>Then for one day <i>only</i>, you may carry him in your pocket. So long as it is clean. Padded. Well-aired.


Give me the honour of my name. In full.


I see the change in the shimmer of your skin, and hear it in the hum of your blood. You are evolving.


Hold your tongue. Gortash and his allies could bring even a mounted <i>kith'rak</i> to her knees.


You were wise to spare Karlach. She's got the brawn of a warrior and the wiles of a survivor.


<i>'True Soul.'</i>


Everyone I've ever loved is dead. I did this - I failed them.


I rather like this plan. You have yourself an accord.


I haven't seen him since the massacre on the road. Which is lucky for him.


The druid's poison is spreading. I need a cure, fast.


Silentium!


What are you doing?! Hold up, before they see you, <i>mragreshem!</i>


It sounds like you saw a glimpse of my past. And I saw yours.


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


*Your admission just booked you a trip to the cells.*


If we're not seeing eye-to-snout soon, I'll be forced to find new companions.


Very funny. Go on inside, they're looking for comedians.


*And yet you know you will never be free of your Urge if you don't confront your past.*


I trust him, Petras.


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


We've got her Netherstone now. One step closer to getting the Netherbrain under control.


Hoho, such a wound! Boo could play peek-a-boo inside.


Welcome, welcome. All the wonders of the Feywild are here, with only a smattering of the dangers!


The dead elf must be Halsin. As much help to us now as he would be alive.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Gross.


The infamous figure from your dreams, I take it.


Orin's own Butler. Isn't it meant to be undying?


In need of attention, I take it?


North-west. Look for Nettie. Whatever your wound, she can mend it.


First step is the hardest.<br>


Invoco te!<br>v2


This is more than a fable - it's an affront to the Undying Queen Vlaakith. Gith's son died to Voss' blade. <i>Orpheus is no more.</i>


The late constable would've proved very difficult to us in the future. You have my... <i>undying</i> gratitude.


Hells. Torchlight won't last long here.


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


I've decided to be a monk!


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


Been through a lot, but I draw the line at becoming a mind flayer. I'll sort it. I always do.


What chances I have, I'll take them. I'd rather roll the dice than deliver all this death.


<i>My apologies. I cannot trade what I do not possess.</i>


I'm glad to hear that Karlach. Who would have thought my prey might become a good partner instead?


You are a reckoning force. Take a breather - and then we'll talk.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


*No use. Compulsion takes over - your actions are no longer your own.*


A fallen warrior. Rest in peace, kin.


Yes, I was afraid you'd say that.


I - I don't want to - all right. An oath's an oath, I suppose...


You. Talk.


The Blade still doth devote himself to the protection of the weak, though now he doeth so from the fires of Avernus, alongside Karlach.


All right, then.


A little background, if your moral compass needs something to point at...


I see you've been taking management lessons from Alan.


Laughter


Tools and a climbing rope. This must have been that gnome's escape route.


*Her mind attempts to connect with yours and finds - nothing. You have no tadpole, and no welcome in this place.*


Damn thing... it has to open, surely. It has to do <i>something</i>.


Must've been fishing when the nautiloid crashed. Hope they died quickly, at least.


Laeral Silverhand is one of the great wizards of any land, and her face is fair and smooth as you'd ever see.


I would sooner open an ogre's innards!


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


Since my queen does not lie, I must assume you do.


Shout


Sheer desperation. My mother's mind is gone... she's forgotten herself. I tried medicine, magic, prayer.


Treachery! Blasphemers in the dark!


This gal's tryin' to poison us! Kill her!


A beautiful fantasy. If only I could wish it into being.


Mortem tuum sum!


I stand with Gortash. I would trust no other.


Sob<br>var 3


What's a contract without whimsy, I say, but fine: no more songs. Now off to the House of Hope for cocktails and canapés - and a brand new signature on a brand new deal.


Your tum-tum wants a treato, don't it? Good, good! Popper's got you covered.


More where this came from.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


All right. Time to skulk about.


Right tool will do the trick.


What? Toobin finally get crushed by a Watcher?


Barbarian Roar


His own final victim. A bloody sort of poetry - beautiful in its own way.


Canst thou not restrain thyself? He he he.


Heavens, what's the hold-up? I daresay the wait is shorter in the City of Judgement.


Oh, blessed Helm that sounds horrible. I don't know how I'd handle such a thing.


We have to find it first. I doubt he's just left it lying around.


Voss! I call on your might!


Refreshing.


It's like an abattoir in here.


Another day, another fight.


I'll try and brace them better - like <i>so. </i>Step-brace, parry, swing! <i>Yes!</i>


Just like Gortash - all air no mettle.


<i>There's nothing to know. There's nothing </i>left.


This speaks of magic that can divide someone into many... but many <i>what?</i>


*You have evaded them so far. Thanks, it seems, to the artefact itself. But how long can such protection last?*


Dragon and elf, admiring Baldur's Gate from afar. A striking scene even by githyanki standards.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


If yer here to complain' that the booze tastes like piss - I know. Anything else?


Try me, you prick.


These wretches have nowhere to call home, nothing to live off but what they carry, and nobody to help them but themselves... and me, of course.


Lady Shar demands my heart, and I give it to her freely. But there's more to me than a heart, and I'd like to indulge you. Just this once.


A dead bird. What happened to it?


Try me.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


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


This must have been quite a view, once.


Kiai<br>var 2


Don't group me with the likes of them!


*Thanks to your keen eye, the dagger glides smoothly out of the mystery meat.*


*Her rage and desperation seep into you. She is a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.*


But she thrives on suffering. Once she hears what awaits my quarry when I catch him, she will help.


Oh, my love! No!


Don't worry. I will. And I've got a good arm, you know.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


On my honour.


Origin Extra: Dying


They were people, not <i>weeds.</i> We all suffered under Kagha's wicked leadership.


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


Your parents are at peace. And so're you, it seems.


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. These were the lessons my father taught me.


Those markings. Have you been chewing on this ring, Boo?


Whaddya say, doll? Have a sit on my lap. Let's see what pops up.


If you're looking for something to do, they could probably use a hand down in the cave.<br>


With your help, we'll ambush them, and seize their secret. When we do, it's yours, and the path to Moonrise will be open.


Time for a word.


<i>Are you trying to annoy me, or just woefully careless?</i>


Over here!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Attack


True, he has a lot of power at his fingertips. He could be a threat.


Zevlor froze. I shook him, demanded orders, answers, but he just stared at me.


*... but slips away before it comes into focus.*


Not 'til we get there, anyway.


Just doing me job, boss. You're free to go your way.


So you think they shouldn't bring any <i>more</i> wine? That right?


Step back! You can't be trusted - anyone here could be a cultist. Back, I say!


Oak Father preserve you, child... You're infected, aren't you? The mind flayers' spawn.


What path lies before me?


Won't last much longer.


*The concentration of psionic force is small but unmistakable - this must be a pocket of the Astral Plane.*


Dodge
v2


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


You did? Well that <i>is</i> a turn-up for the books. And what led her to grace you with her presence?


All right - I'll speak to Alan. But if anyone gives you hassle, you come to me.


<i>Vlaakith'ka sivim hrath krash'ht.</i>


Getting stuck with you isn't so bad.


Expert... smuggler...


<i>Chk</i>! Not just a coward, but a heretic too.


More for me.


It certainly is when you're around.


Don't care... about True Soul... only coin...


Dunno - just heard whispers. But this all kicked off when we started letting just anyone waltz into the city.


If I salvage the stones, I could retrieve it.


Ira!


Mother Gith's son lives, caged by a prison of your design. Our people deserve truth - but you have denied it to us.


Must be what that kid was talking about.


And there we go. Never knew prayer could be so practical.<br>


It's over. He's... gone.


Do not touch him!


Another one of those githyanki discs. I should talk to Lae'zel.


Hyenas birthing gnolls? How horrid.


Who makes a painting that can do that? <i>How</i> do you make a painting that can do that?


Beg pardon, True Soul, but that's for callin' on the lads if we need 'em.


Then we make our own way. Starting now.


She'll be happy enough when I tell her where them looters is holin' up. Let me through.


Where did he go...?


Malleus! v3


Aww.


*You will tread the same halls as your father and command the same marshals.*


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


The mighty Boo strikes!


Take me. And know the essence of the Hells.


*Within the Underdark's bowels, beyond an ancient stronghold, hovers a giant hammer, waiting to fall.*


Give me a beat to run ahead - I want to make sure everything's absolutely perfect. See you there!


<i>I'm</i> fine. It's Cal and Lia who need help.


Perhaps I misheard. You would not speak ill of a god. Would you?


((*you give us nothing. we will take everything*))


VO_SFX: All surrounding Goblins cackle as the drunk goblin point out the player kissed his feet


You'll be sorry about this, scab. Count on it.


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


<i>I should feel better now. Why don't I feel better? </i>


Closed Mouth Effort v9


I was born ready.


Refreshing.


I Wish you to end.


Look, mate, I don't want any trouble. Especially not from your lot.


What the hells is this place?


Macte virtute!<br>v3


Only an illithid can dominate the brain. It's time to use the parasite the Emperor gave us!


You made me see I never stopped thinking like I was still his slave, even in freedom.


*You think of adventurers giving themselves to oblexes. Sharran priests offering oblivion to grievers. Criminals seeking <i>true </i>deniability from hags.*


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


Elturel... near Maiden's Bridge...


Listen!


*...and the murk clears to reveal a face. Yours.*


No Selûnites left to bow before this.<br>


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


Not keen on fighting its allies. Should've figured.


But why... bloody hells.


Try that hand-bill on fungal poultices. We might be tending the injured here before long.


You're <i>welcome.</i>


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Omeluum went out into the city to seek out further undeveloped infections like yours, but I have heard nothing since.


Hah! I'd actually enjoy watching you try.


Well, you can't be Zhentarim, mate - because Zhentarim don't go poking around in their cargo.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


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


You would betray Dame Aylin? Be you faithless, or simply foolish?<br>


This is no common spear... It must be the one that Shadowheart is supposed to find.


Gods. There really is no justice in the world.


Ah, the thrill of the unknown. I can't <i>wait</i> to see how this epic plays out.


*As you approach your camp, the raucous celebrations have already begun.*


Prepare yourself!


I don't have to ask for permission, if that's what you mean.


All right.


Mutatis mutandis!


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


<i>You are an ally of my people. A servant, perhaps?</i>


Be there at once.


Tools and a climbing rope. This must have been that gnome's escape route.


We will save Baldur's Gate - I know it.


(Yeah, but it's not, is it?)


Meadhoney. Counter.


Grief is hard - let flowers say what words never can.


Downstairs, guest. Mystic Carrions waits.


BLEUGH.


Duke Wyll Ravengard!


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


Seems simple enough.


You must reach what Minsc cannot. The parasite - you can use it to tickle free whatever truth you seek.


An excellent suggestion - but your party's full up.


Te curo!


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


Fine. Report to the infirmary. Quickly.


*You recall seeing this symbol on crates marked for Nine-Fingers Keene, leader of the Guild. The thug works for her.*


This'll be mean.


*You immediately recognise the symbol of the Dark Lady - and you realise you know these uniforms.*


Two fine trophies. Perhaps I can interest you in a third?


You've come back at a... sad time, ranger. Jaheira's gone.


Sorry I haven't visited. I've been... away. But I'm back now! And I brought friends.


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


Still nothing... still nothing...


I'd like to see him try. Poor kitten's utterly powerless without my help.


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


Let me kill - let me eat him. Nice, red red prisoner, full of meat. Let me eat - I am hungry, so hungry.


Victory v3


Keep your feet planted.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Tell me - when you kissed the wizard, could you still taste Mystra on his tongue?


So it's true... you have prevailed. I want no trouble - only a fool would seek to share in the Mother Superior's fate.


No use digging here.


That could have been worse.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


*You have bonded with Astarion in a way that surprises even you - but does Lady Shar think you are distracted?*


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 1


Now Duke Stelmane - there's a person you should be interested in. Especially since she's been murdered. What do you say?


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Cave circulum!


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


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


Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!


We are returning to Avernus. You will be well, and I will be by your side. Together, we will face the Hells, and Vlaakith besides, should she pursue us there. And we will <i>thrive.</i>


GruntAngry<br>var 2


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


For now though, he's on the back foot for the first time since he returned from the grave.<br>


Irretio in sphaera!


Attack Critical<br>


Ale me!<br>v3


Let's use this.


But cross me and, I promise, I will deliver you an eternity of suffering.


Bah! But he must lead the murdermarch to Baldur's Grave.


Peace, peace. <i>Fearsome</i> individuals always welcome in Tusgront's alley.


Why, the greatest crime of them all: nothing at all!


I don't like the look of that mushroom. I should stay clear.


Bet this book of necromancy has some hefty magic in it. Gale, what do you think?


Not what this contraption prefers to feed on, I think.


Effort v5


Breathe quiet, move with care.


Have a lot on my mind... and well, in it.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Yet we paid the price in blood. So few of us remain - Gond's name will soon fade into the annals of history.


The Prism. You've had it all this time - you worm! You will bow before me. And if you will not bow, you will break.


Meenlocks! These buggers thrive in the dark. Let's light 'em up.


Of course. Though I'd rather be speaking to you...


You have a Netherstone, and you're on the scent of two more.


Gods above - what happened?


This is it, Gale - today, we annihilate the heart of the Absolute's power. The bards will sing of our victory here.


A sovereign with no subjects. Glut won't be mourned.


You betrayed me for reasons I still don't quite understand. But I suppose evil has no real cause. It just is.


Open up.


Well, she has a funny way of showing it, doesn't she, considering what she's asked of you?


To the Hells with you, then - and may you all forever burn.


We'll keep the city safe - we always have. But it sure was easier with the Watchers to help.


Shadow Druids? This Kagha is <i>not</i> to be trusted.


Victory v3


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


An ode for you? <i>Odour</i>, mayhaps.


<i>First, hunt down the traitor, Ketheric Thorm. He shunned my embrace. He let my armies be slaughtered. He used my domain to safeguard his wretched life.</i>


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


It was you, wasn't it? You saved us. Thank you.


PainOpen<br>var 1


What is this? I feel oddly... enfeebled.


The thing is, I've sent birds to find him, but the place is rotten with goblins. None of us can even get close.


Oh yes. Yes please.


Lorroakan was a cruel and vicious man. By day, I'd tend the shop, but at night - he'd fire the most nonsensical questions at me.


Hiding away from the guard, only for something worse to find them.


So dies Hope. If we might have called her existence living.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


I prefer the art that nature provides, yet I would wager that painting is of great value.


I want to thank you.


S-slaves, you say? Right, look - bird's dead, game's over - let's just leave it at that, yeah?


Helping myself.


Best behaviour 'round here. Understood?


No... family... no one.


And this is where <i>you </i>belong - standing before me, ready to do more of the Absolute's work.


Karlach has had her mortality defined to her in most cruel terms... I do not know if we can help her, but perhaps we can at least be there for her.


We will discuss the matter later. First, we lay waste to this forsaken grove.


Head inside, now.


Better? What do you mean, 'better'?


There are many who thought they had killed the great Jaheira. I will show you what became of them!


The vampire? It can't be.


*The Humble Home of Franc Peartree*


'The Prince of the Comet is not dead.
The Prince of the Comet will come again.
The Prince of the Comet will liberate us from the lich queen's tyranny.'


A monument to Lathander, god of dawn - and killer of Helm's lover. The bastard.


You have it in you to author a thrilling finale, if... if you heed this warning:


All right. You have to listen very very very closely. I will say this only once.


It's not your time.


Big talk from a little girl. And I believe every word.


What? You can?


Oh no. The big hook lads.


Even good boys need a moment to catch their breath.


Let us return and have fun with the endless horde afterward - first, the brain!


I can only imagine what I could do were I to adopt the biology of a mind flayer...


<i>Tsk'va!</i> Best to watch my step.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


The gnome bolted. Saw it myself. Thrinn still ain't caught a whiff of her - slaves are paying the price.


But Ethel - Umberlee's tits, she snapped her fingers and had me. I would have died for her - <i>wanted</i> to.


<i>God. </i>We belong to just the one now, remember.


Hm - what was that?


Closed Mouth Effort


I'm done soldiering, Tilly. I'd like a clean start.


Can't even catch my breath.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


Shadowheart - aid us!


The Dark Lady's presence - she is here!


That lot on the bridge are out for blood. Hope your disguise holds, if you try to get past.


A new hatchling? Yes. They can be foolish.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


I bear some blame for what you have become. I was so eager to take up my blades again, I did not look hard enough at what use I put them to.


I... I thought they were cheering me on.


Ground's coming up fast - need to do something.


Time is so gods-damned greedy. It can never give, only take.


You keep scaring your regulars off, Sorn.


*Please refrain from entering until a staff member has opened the way for you.*


*The spider relaxes slightly, but you feel her hunger - and fear - beneath the surface.*


You're right. I am a strong, capable wizard. And this is no more than a casual reunion with an ex-lover.


Not even for Boo?!


Not getting back in that thing.


Orpheus will be free. There is no cost too high to unshackle my people!


Then you'll hear no more of my tale.


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


*As long as you carry the Prism - and the one inside - you remain Vlaakith's prey.*


Ooh!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


Looks like an ambush.


They didn't like... me having something... they couldn't touch.


Bloody right we do...


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


Look at that. In this light there is shelter from the shadows.


Victory v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Ferio!


Here goes nothing.


I saw you on the ship. You're in league with them, aren't you? Those tentacled - argh.


Onward.


They <i>do</i> have cats from where you come from, don't they? Hm.


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


Something the matter? Besides the obvious, that is.


She's a woman of great means - and great generosity to those who serve her well.


Incompetence.


Straj. Astarion!


I've got something special for you.


'Unleash'.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


HAHA! Yes! Now, brothers - our new dawn awaits!


I would shrug off such light wounds.


So let's leave it.


Heh.


Boo! Your master has fallen.<br>


No wonder he wants me back. What have I run off with...


And the Foundry crumbles behind us - the sound is as sweet as a well-oiled cog.


YES. MEAT. MEAT!


Better get you out of there.<br>


My mother's not here, if that's who you've come to see.


The prince is dead, and we have everything we need to win this battle.<br>


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


Evanesco!


-from-- -bonds--
 -FREE!--
 -NO-- -more--
 -a-- -SLAVE--


How embarrassing for you.


Irretio in sphaera!


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


Here - it's not much, but it's yours. Zevlor ordered a collection, before...


The Mother Superior... gone? She built this place, enlisted each one of us... What now?


*Your vision throbs with ink-black darkness as your patron borrows your gaze - beholding the vision in front of you.*


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Ale me!<br>v2


It's easy to forget that there are people like you in the world. Thank you for reminding me.<br>


I can't hold it any longer!


Good. And after, the lady can tell us stories about <i>you.</i>


Extra Recovered <br>V2


A real fiend's skull... By the size, I'm guessing a ghargatula.


What is this?


Yes, of course.


My ruined body yearns to reap death in this world, and when this foul Urge calls, it possesses my whole being.


*There will be no Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard. And there will be no Blade of Frontiers.*


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


<i>Then, a warlock offered us a pretty penny for Enver's service. He was a smart boy - too smart. It was give him up - and all of us live - or refuse, and die.</i>


We should set the whole grove on fire.


We're in Avernus. First of the Nine Hells.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Ugh - he's about to belch!


Nngh... WHACK!


Really now? Cause I think you suit me perfectly.


Yeah-ha.


<i>Chk</i> - Arfur's the one making those damnable toys.


The trees are mine. Follow the rules, and I won't have to <i>intervene</i>. Got it?


The wares in this place are hardly commonplace. I sense a diabolist's hand.


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


Where did the djinni find this crap?


Stand on your liver!


*You were seen moving a corpse. It seems the punishment is a swift and bloody death of your own.*


Seek the Mother Superior. Your judgement awaits.


There are whispers of ghaik gathering in unusual numbers nearby. They are not here to negotiate.


Time to rid ourselves of this hag, once and for all.


My boy, my blood. Let it be known: the Blade is on the hunt. Feel his sting!


Ewww! Crusher - Crusher just licked some toes!


It is a most useful tool for motivating my Gondian workforce - key to the construction of the Steel Watch that keep the city safe.


<i>This </i>is Bhaal's sacrifice...? Wouldn't have been my first guess. Or my tenth.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Free me, and I will forgive your transgressions - generous, don't you think?


Don't want to draw any attention.


That's between you and her. Do you want the coins or not?


Ugh... sure.


If we find it, maybe we can turn it against him?


You're on the right path, Umi. Go on, now - practise what you've learned.


We should rest these weary bones of ours.


Feculent beast!


I suppose you'd rather suck on the Emperor's tentacles 'til the end of your days?


Bet I can crack that open.


P-past the ruins and... the bridge. They c-covered the gate with ivy...


I already know your mind - I <i>will</i> know your body, one way or another.


Looks like this idiot's after a kickin', lads!


If you've energy to flirt, you've energy to fight this thing. Stay with me, I know you can.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


Malleus! v3


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


What path lies before me?


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


Oh, I don't know, but a little more colour wouldn't hurt. All the black and purple just makes me think of bruises...


Day two: hallucinations and greying skin.


Same. Song. As you?


Quite a spear. Why hide it away...?


I thought that last night would have proven otherwise. I know your true nature. It is still there. It still intoxicates me.


<i>Dead</i> freak. Get 'em!


Dying Panic Fall


That <i>smell</i>... These corpses aren't the freshest.


...Yeah, she's not coming back.


Something the matter? You look like a dog who's had its bone stolen.


Orpheus? Impossible. He was slain by Jhe'stil Kith'rak himself!


I say we march in there and give the little shits what they want.


Recovered <br>V3


But <i>fine</i> - I do need to eat, I suppose. But stick around - you brighten the place up.


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


I know you've learned about the gnomes' pursuit of runepowder. But do you know what it truly <i>is?</i>


The long vowel shift in Middle Kobold is fascinating.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


Agh! I think... this one is slowing me down...


I rather think your sacrifice will be quite masterful enough for our purposes.


Creepy. I swear the eyes follow me around.


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


Stolen from Mephistopheles by gods-kissing mortals. My master certainly had nothing to do with any of that business.


There's an aura of magic to that blade. Gale will have use for it.


We get along quite well, I think.


Thou inglorious hog.


Get the attention you want - and avoid the attention you don't.


Hm. My engine's burning hot. Better be careful who I touch.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Indeed.


Stars and moons like that dwarf's poem said. And these plates can be turned.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


ClosedMouth Effort v2


A friend. I'd do anything to find him. Including trusting his fate to the likes of you.


Who knows - perhaps we've only just begun.


<i>Stop it! I am not your enemy! </i>


Go and retrieve Isobel from Last Light. There is nothing else to discuss until it is done.


Ugh.


You need some support.


General. <i>Thorm.</i> I'm sure you'll be on your best behaviour for him. But just in case, I've taken some precautions.


It can deceive, I must admit. Originally we sought to help those who found themselves consumed by the loss of a loved one, but there are so many others who need our help.


Aha! That did it.


My penitent child, the goblins have blood on their minds. I am leaving - I suggest you do the same.


That you, Gimblebock? Everything all right out there?


*Drawing on a lifetime of practice, you centre yourself. Your body is an anchor, implacable and calm.*


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


And what you did for me.


The adamantine forge - its location already revealed of course, thanks to the memory shard.<br>


I can't tell you how glad I am not to face such an undertaking alone. We will succeed where Karsus failed, I'm sure of it.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gale might be interested.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


A lost little mouse is running through the House.


Whatever for? Does the hand not assist the lips? The lips the tongue? If your mighty mast needs -


Lucky I made it out.


Protection for me and my kids. That's all.


Death won't take me yet.


Take this amulet, child, and return it to your Father's chamber.


*The Crown of Karsus? If the diabolist is to be believed, this would be no ordinary netherese relic. It could command the power of the gods themselves. Or the hells, if Raphael gets hold of it.*


Damn you. My father's in danger. We cannot turn our backs.


Must be tired from all that running around.


I can't take this - we need to go.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Not that you'll be grateful.


Indubitably.


If we was any kind of Guildies, Phos, we'd look after this Stone Lord our <i>own</i> selves.


Paw prints? Something's skittered through here. Pretty recently, too.<br>


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


Bastards.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


I do not want a devil to hold my fate in his hands any more than a god.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


*A rush of ancient whispers fills your mind as you approach the door. It is rife with magic - old, deathly magic.*


A nice play, but everyone I loved died screaming in Avernus.


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


The touch of life.


Don't distract me! It's all I can do to stay <i>balanced</i>.


We'll process this lot, but you need to come with me. The Commander will want a word.


You may not care - but Wyll does.


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


We've got nowhere else to go, you heartless sod!


Snore
zzZzz
v3


I want to be sandwiched between a pair of nymphs.


That's why we should leave <i>now!</i>


Pallida mors!<br>v2


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Whatever it takes.


Show me you at least still know your true purpose.


So say your chum blows Nere out of there. What then?


From the dark to the... damp. An improvement, either way.


<i>I'm haunted by memories. They are relentless. I can think of nothing - no one - else.</i>


Memory... shard...


Torre!


So there's been a mind flayer inside the artefact - or <i>Astral Prism</i> - the whole time we've had it...? Sounds like utter madness, even though I've seen it with my own eyes...


Fascinating. You take on the sacrifice, though you could have foisted your responsibility onto another. Perhaps I misjudged you.


So, thank you. Not a lot of people watching my back these days.


If you will not hear it from me, hear it from your goddess. What truths she has to offer are for your ears alone, Gale of Waterdeep. Godspeed.


The correct outcome.


Wait! My research has painted a target on my back - and the redcap proved I am no match for a hag.


A little magic never hurt.


There's no hope for a rabid dog like you. You've got to be put down. Thanks for everything - now, don't struggle. It'll be easier on you.


*She prises your mental barriers apart... and sees the mind flayer from the ship.*


Spurious prune-tart.


Be careful, consuming shadow magic. The darkness tends to take more than it gives. I would know.


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


On my way.


This is it - its will is weakening!


You're no help just standing there. Help us!


Her patronage couldn't spare this place from goblins, clearly. Heh.


Don't worry, I've got you.


Really? I thought you had other company planned this evening, and I'd hate to intrude.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


My interest is in pain - not <i>death</i>. I'll take no part in this.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Shadowheart. I saw you pluck Boo from the ground, when you thought no one was watching.


A wise ploy, and it was successful, to an extent. We did not find a cure, but we found our purpose.


They were asking questions - about a weapon.


Scratch needs a snooze. The games can wait.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


A waste of breath. The ogres won't answer this thing anymore.


A <i>creature</i>? There's definitely something rotten in there.


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


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


Simple - I followed you. It seems Shar bears a grudge against my master, General Thorm, and so sought to prevent me from entering in his name.


Not leaving you behind.


By the gone gods, I've made a mistake.


Damn. Already dead.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Think so. Yeah.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


Not long before they march on the city.


Too much. I can't wait for things to just be... quiet.


Not like that, you old goat.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


I can feel how you crave connection, intimacy... the Unburdening can show a path to your heart's desires.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Won't tell us <i>how</i> Gortash died though, will they? Classic Baldur's Mouth.


*Warily, it watches you approach. There's no flesh or fur to scratch at, only bone and cold metal...*


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Barely awake a moment, and the prince of the githyanki demands you surrender your soul?


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


What was this - some trick of the tadpole, to make me attack my own? I won't stay here to be your plaything.


Dunspeirrin... Orsraun Mountains...


Seen that new drow cashier? <i>She's</i> full of herself.


You know of my condition and its challenges, but those are but the broad strokes.


Invoco te!<br>v3


Remember - no distracting the Zhent. We want them sharp if the Stone Lord comes calling.


The Nightsong will be put to a grand purpose: equalising man and god. Whoever helps me attain that which I seek will be <i>greatly</i> rewarded.


Eiecto te!


I'm not so lucky. Got to dispel these shadows... somehow...


Personally I'll take anything that helps us survive. I just hope that's still an option.


These chests are empty...


Yes, and you're as grumpy as I remember. No offence, love but...


Disturbing, you mean.


Someone's lost their eyepatch - which means someone's lost an eye. I can relate.


<i>Damn.</i>


<i>Fine.</i>


Injured - but still dangerous. Be careful.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Oh marvellous, you've already met.


Or the shadows might take you instead, Vez.


Would that I were doing battle up there, among the Tears.


Better not die on me.


Master Cazador has known where Astarion was this entire time. He knew he would return.


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


<i>Ssifisv</i> - Teela, to me.


Zevlor... betrayed us... escaped...


I've never seen a tree like that. The bark must be a rarity.


Just doing me job, boss. You're free to go your way.


It's stuck fast. How long has this been sitting here?


Hold this floor, Harpers! Let none escape the tower. We're about to trap the spider in its own web.


Once my training with Lorroakan is complete, I'll put on a <i>real </i>show for them.


Come on. Up!


What you think you're - oh, erm, a drow. 'pologies, carry on.


Who - <i>what</i> in the hells are you?


What was... hm. Never mind.


Don't give me that look. I don't know what just happened any more than you do. We should keep going.


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


To the sneak, the prize...


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


Careful! Even the mushrooms down here can't be trusted.


You threatening me?


Impressive that she managed to move my bulk, come to think of it. I wonder how that was managed.


It's natural, to suffer a touch of worry. But an illithid worm should be causing more than mild anxiety.


This is gonna hurt...


The neighbours said they had fifteen!


And look at that statue.


<i>I have already told you that the githyanki prince only wants to see you dead. But it seems you still do not trust me.</i>


Suppose I should get you back up.


Our girl Mayrina is in a bind - and I'm praying you can figure out this hex.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


You... have. Forgive me for gilding the lily. I suppose if Jaheira hasn't gone tearing into the night, there's work to be done there yet.


Pilfering it is, then.


The blood of Selûne? I thought we neared Aradin's precious Nightsong, not a sacrifice.


*Perhaps you shouldn't go around vandalising things. It seems to make people want to kill you.*


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


<i>Blurg, proud member of the Society of Brilliance, at your service.</i>


Attack Critical<br>var 2


Do not incur nature's wrath, fool.


...<i>Vlaakith'ka sivim hrath krash'ht!</i>


No matter how desperate the fight becomes, stay the course. We will not fail. We will dominate.


Why bother? The dead can't hear my summons.


Damn - it's frozen solid.


Secrecy is everything for Shar's children. It's our code, our creed, our shield.


Whoever replaces Gortash better have a strong stomach for assassination attempts. Or a better command of the Steel Watch.


I lived in the shadows for centuries, but never found darkness <i>this</i> unsettling.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Another belligerent dwarf? This is getting tiresome.


Hold a moment. We are not so short on time that we cannot stop and think about this.


I hope we chose the right ally.


We need all three stones before we can face the brain.


Enemies abound.


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


Anything of use?


First step is the hardest.<br>


I trust you'll be on better behaviour than when we last met. There's precious little time remaining for your mischief.


A perfect ring of mushrooms. That can hardly be a coincidence.<br>


There's something here. I'm just not sure what.


Mind flayer... Mind flayer!


You've had your share. Leave some for the rest.


<i>'My Life, Part 12, The Boring Opponent...'</i>


Seeking... reinforcements...


Sniff<br>var 3


Of course, Madam, let me just... forgive me, why are you here?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Oof - I bet he broke his nose. Friendly place.


I've made a powerful ally today.


Almost subtle, until she left the stink of sulphur behind. Ugh.


Hmm... what's that?


Plue!


We will spill the blood of a world for you, Chosen. Imagine the smell... <i>intoxicating</i>.


We will regret his absence.


Thank the gods that's over. Wish you'd been with us when the beasts attacked on the road.<br>


A fine show of force. The worms shall feast tonight.


Still standing, no matter what you heard.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


... unless darker forces are at work.


More of the same.


*It seems you're not fooling anyone. Time to defend yourself.*


I still can't believe anyone would murder Father Lorgan.


*Until you know more about the tadpole, you can't be sure how much danger you're in.*


We could have tried. We could have given them the same chance I was given.


This map shows a temple of Shar... and something dangerous lurking within.


A single soul for the return of Baldur's Gate's most beloved duke. A real bargain, I should think.


Time works differently here. It's hard to explain. Sometimes I can barely even remember what it was like before...


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


Effort


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


Cresceat scientia!
v2


<i>That Gortash and the Chosen found out about it... this is impossible to explain.</i>


Best news I've heard all day.


I sense a change - this place may be hostile to our presence.


Yes.


Gnolls and goblins marked on the map. Travel won't be easy.


Mors animae!<br>v3


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Life has taught me that chatter doesn't cut it.


Seems it's got a protector... one vulnerable to a 'hot hammer', whatever that is.


*The corpse twitches in response to the spell...*


I've heard the djinni is something else. This circus better be worth the hassle.


Bloody hells. And I thought Carrion was a bastard.


Why not? If this adventure has taught me anything, it's that life is fragile, and we should seize joy when we can. You think I'm being rash?


I'm on my way.


Buff


My pants.


Two of thy hirelings wait in thy camp.


What... what happened?


And, awaiting installation, we have secured a rod that gathers the Weave around it in great quantities, just as surely as shit gathers flies.


What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.


Still in control. Just.


An elf sailor with a bronze dragon. They look positively cosy together.


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


Well, I would advise you work on it in the <i>actual crèche</i>. Dawdling here helps no one.


Better ten bugs than another day in the Hells. Than another <i>hour</i>.


Surge!


Tsk. Poor man.


Must still be tired. Poor Scratch.


You listening?


A... pig? You're looking for a <i>pig</i>?


It will simply not be with one another. Farewell.


*You will not have long to wait. All you need to do now is sleep...*


You know who always smelled nice?


You'll feel better in no time.


Mystic Carrion waits. In the salon.


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


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


For the Absolute!


Hm. Seems like Gale's kind of kindling.


Not now - we need to clear the cave-in!


Then I hope you can at least protect yourself, and pray this plot fails.


I hope that water supply gets fixed soon. The Chionthar isn't exactly <i>clean</i>, and our scales won't wash themselves!


Shar believes us so fearful of pain that we would empty our lives of all other feeling just to escape it.


If Lorroakan had been trim from the Waterdeep water diet, I wager things would have gone differently for him. <br>


Drunk


What's the matter? Someone else sitting under your favourite tree?


Gortash's dad. Same treatment as his mum, I guess.


Caution need not deny you the possibility of greatness, so long as you are willing to consider what your definition of greatness may be. It is too often applied where other, far less savoury terms would be appropriate.


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


At the ready.


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


Why, yes - once Alfira's done with this song, we <i>will </i>be looking for patrons. All coppers welcome, pal.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


Vos curo!


How chivalrous of you. As if I need defending from these <i>children</i>.


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


You haven't earned the right to stare at me like that.


And certainly not you.


And I thought I was doomed. Now I feel sorry for you.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


True, although I don't heal as fast as I used to. The one downside to the tadpole, I suppose.


You know where I stand. And if you so much as smack your lips when I'm near, I will sever you piece by piece.


We should do something for Lia. A gravestone, or something.


*You should return to the githyanki crèche and enter the <i>zaith'isk</i>. It is imperative that your infection is cleansed.*


The shadows could not have tempted her if I had taught her as I should have.


*A criminal would never speak with such integrity. You must be innocent.*


Time to bite, my owlbear friend!


An opening in the metal. That mould should fit perfectly.


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


I'll catch up with you when it's time to camp, for now. But don't get to any of the fun stuff without me - got it?


Clag-bottomed coward!


Real sweet sense of humour you got there, chum.


A bad way to go.<br>


...Ugh. These mer-folk are not half so comely as the songs say, Boo.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Very good, ma'am.


The others were all devilkin. I think I was the only lucky winner from Faerûn.


Did Zariel know you'd be unable to touch anyone when she crammed that awful thing into your chest?


*They will call you a hero. And you'll always wonder if you've earned the right.*


Meerna and Wicky. Did they... suffer?


Well that's my chances of a beauty sleep thoroughly ruined for the evening...


Te absolvo!<br>v2


With the Absolute's will, I can fix <i>anything</i>.


Yes?


Why are you being so mean, mummy? Go away!


Voco nubes!<br>v2


And... trying... and... trying...


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Orin is so imaginative in her methods. This one gave out such sickening screams.


Might still be stuck inside if we hadn't been attacked.


The Chosen of Myrkul is dead - permanently, this time.


Merely merregons, however. Their commander might still be at large.


And who tasked you with this mission?


Oh, <i>hells</i>.


The earth's been charred. Ominous.


Damn it all. I should've known better than to stray so close.


With the faithless stripped from our ranks, we can concentrate on serving the Dark Lady.


Will not... make it... that way...


Did I ever live anywhere else but here? Did I ever live?


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


An explosion! <i>It's happening! </i>The agents of the Absolute are here!


It's fine! Jaheira won't even notice we're gone.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


*You urge your body from the chair with every fibre of your consciousness, but can't lift so much as a finger.*


So, he was keeping notes on me. That would have terrified me, once.


Alas, you do not possess the stomach for such practices. Nor could you afford them if you did.


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


Nice.


Golden gods, this place is horrific.


Dying Freezing to Death


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


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


Resisto frigus!


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


*There can be no hell without hope.*


Amo sanguinem!


VO_SFX : Downed v2


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


You release me <i>and</i> hand-deliver such a prize? I ought to keep you.


Balduran sails away and leaves the dragon to watch over his city. Do the histories make mention of this?


Few can match him in terms of raw power and talent. Until now, that is.


What is to be done?


Have courage. May we drive the Absolute forever from the Coast.


A-ha! A meddler after my own heart - wonderful.


Swift progress.


You're ugly enough - no need to be a liar on top. Now toddle off back to whatever hole you came from.


You know, I was just thinking about you. Remembering our little encounter in the night.


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


I... I don't know exactly. Lady Shar protect me.


*Bhaal demands the birth of a horde.*


Gotta keep low. Murderer won't hear a peep out of me.


Lookit, Derryth!


Ha! Very well, let us make this interesting.


Finish this. I can't stand the pain any longer.


Something good here, I hope.


<i>He doesn't wait for my reply - it's... Logus... and all ten feet of him are back from the hunt. He steadies a brace of rabbits against the wall and sees us tangled up when - wait! No! Brain! This isn't the time... is it?</i>


We do not toy with the dark. None of us! Do they understand?


Somebody, help! Anybody!


No time to waste!


We can only hope he indeed proves to be an ally...


A hostile jar. Quite vexing.


That was on purpose!


You don't suppose the murderer - oh goodness no, it's too horrible to imagine!


And what makes you think I have anything to say to you?


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


What has you sneaking aro - <i>oh.</i>


You point, I poke.


It would be a waste of effort to strike her again.


<i>Argh. </i>Away. Or eats you. <i>Bleeds </i>you.


The time has come. Ketheric Thorm will taste of death at last.


Origin Extra: Dying


For good. Forever. No matter what.


We should be looking out for ourselves.


The day of the big tin toys is over. Back to keeping order the old-fashioned way, with a boot and a truncheon.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Hey, you!


Shed no tears - we've been blessed with a second chance - and who is to say how long we'll have? More than I ever hoped for, certainly.


S-sorry, ma'am. I'll open the cage for ya.


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


Place is older than bonedust. Previous tenants left a trap - dropped a shit-tonne of metal once we'd dug a ways in.


I never doubted your ability to kill. But your ability to resist temptation? That I doubted.


Hah. <i>Deadly </i>serious. Still - the sooner this wears off, the better.


Dying Panic Fall


Gigans!


He has chambers beside the General's, on the upper floor of the tower. I suspect we will find answers there.


<i>A word of advice - keep the stones close to you. For as we have seen, even a Netherbrain can be dominated. </i>


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


I'll give it a shot.<br>


You'd do that? Sacrifice yourself for us...? If this is truly what you want, then thank you.


No. I sure don't.


Thy freedom is yours - thy safety is not. Such was mine gage.


The madness worsens. Thou must resist. Ha ha HO!


What would you have of me now, sir?


Victory v2


Purified? Soon, your skin will go grey, and your blood will run silver. You will shed your skin to become <i>ghaik.</i>


Agilius!


Oakfather lends his aid.


That place in the distance... what is it?<br>


You know me too well.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


((*eliminate Spaw. the Circle must pay for its failures!*))


There's the tower now, big lad. Your breeches still clean?


The crown. The one the elder brain was wearing. The one I very nearly destroyed.


Recovery in progress. Citizens, do not be alarmed.


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


Voco nubes!


Tut tut. So much potential, gone to waste. Patriars - to arms. The Absolute's assassins walk among us!


Although - well, better you than me.


I must stress how important it is that you defeat Ketheric Thorm.


You should be more careful.


Well - did you kill it? And what <i>was</i> it,  anyway?


Hardly. They drag their feet, and I'll scorch their arses. Works every time.


Ubi es?<br>v3


Here we go again.


I should probably free the dog - this ball won't fetch itself.


If you're all right by Jaheira, you're all right by me.


No - you'd be busy day and night if you took as your own the enemies of Me.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


I wonder who - or <i>what</i> - those chains are for.


Mol would do the same for any of us. You <i>know</i> it.


You could send an elf to sleep!


I'm not made of magic, you know.


What have you done to them?!


Neither was Moonrise, and look how that turned out. You have a knack for passing among these bastards as if you were one of them.


They tortured the githyanki to learn about the Astral Prism. Look like it went on for <i>days...</i>


Eh? What is you? Why you smell like that?


Quod dico face!<br>v3


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Probably a waste of time.


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


Too damn friendly, you ask me. Gods-fearing folk ought to be more... <i>fearful.</i>


Friend. Singular. I'm looking for Wulbren - if anyone else should be incidentally helped, then bully for them.


*Below the layers of shadow and curse, you sneak a fleeting glance of this creature's true nature.*


What-cha... this'n's some <i>booyahg</i>! They're tryna magick me!


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


Hells, fine - just take the fat bird, if it means that much to ya. We'll find another chicken.


*There's been a murder - and it looks like you're a suspect.*


The fate of the city now rests with us.


Exactly! It's such a relief to meet another sensible mind.


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


Laying low.


Name and rank? Quickly now - there's a war on.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Should have watched your footing.


I am under no illusions about the nature of our creed. But to find a home, to find acceptance for who I am... that is no small thing.


*The scroll misses the dwarf by a fair margin and lands in a clearing amongst the bibberbang.*


Fiat lux!


May I have this dance?


But there will be a price to pay. We can't take the lack of symptoms for granted.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Better get you out of there.<br>


*Here lies Zevlor. He saved us when all hope seemed lost. Thank you, friend.*


Argh. It intends to bite back, I see.


I guarantee the story of your daring rescue of my person will live on for aeons!


This map shows a temple of Shar. Seems to highlight some great danger within.


Thank you!


*Your skull briefly aches, and you are her. You feel the woman's anger at the kith'rak she'd confronted.*


Time to fetch Scratch from the kennels, I suppose.


Oh, do wipe that frown off your face. This <i>is</i> what you wanted, after all.


I'd rather not think about it. Besides, we have our own freedom to look to.


Shove off, squatty. Ain't lookin' for friends.


I'm a devil. I love the people from the grove, but I unsettle them deep down.


*Then, you see visions. Duergar like yourself, chopping myconid remains with their axes.*


Wait! I wasn't really going to fight you! I was just trying something out!


*You wonder if your ability to walk in the sun is a side effect of the tadpole the mind flayer put in your eye. It must be?*


What just happened?


Hello, hello, and welcome to the Circus of the Last Days - the finest extraplanar circus there is!


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


No flabby dwarf's a threat to me.<br>


Fine.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Shadowheart? What happened? You were missing for a moment.


Illithids... remain... strong...


I've heard you're trouble. The kids here are enjoying themselves, so why don't you just... move along?


Droll. Fear not, I'll ensure you're compensated once I return to my patron. My <i>betrothed</i>, I should say.


Oh that's grotesque. Don't stare - you'll only encourage it.


These dukes need to start improving their security.


It's no use.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


I'm so afraid. And so tired. I've been looking night and day, everywhere I could.


I can barely see!


Just waiting to venture forth here.


Ah, beg p-pardon! You must be 'ere to join the other True Souls. Please, go right ahead.


I was hoping you'd say that. Whatever lies ahead will be far less daunting if I have you.


I've heard Alfira made her way into the city.


You cannot allow yourself to be held back by an ideal.


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


Shirra passed away last year - peacefully, mind. We buried her in the crypt under the temple, if you wish to visit.


Raiding... burning... killing...


No matter - what she doesn't know can't hurt her. Not at this distance, anyway.


Better keep an eye out for more.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


Never thought I'd follow someone like you into battle - but you're twice as mean as any hobgoblin!


There, in the debris. Something else.


First step is the hardest.<br>


I hope Scratch doesn't miss his ball, wherever he is...<br>


((*flesh-stench. go, go, away*))


Effort v9


We never would've needed the Zhent if we'd had a fighting force of our own. Swords for the city, when the watch and Fist fail us.


I had another visit from that dream figure. I take it you did too? It claims that if we infiltrate the heart of the cult that's giving out these parasites, we'll find the answers we're looking for.


I am here for you, my friend.


Resisto!


Obedi me!<br>v2


Come now - so sleepy. It will miss all the fun.


But his magic lives.


You can't eat shame, kin. Better to learn that <i>before </i>your belly starts growling.


No - urgh!


Yes, there is.


Rest easy, I've got you.


Lady Shar's concerns lie elsewhere - with another. But she is a goddess... she can afford to ignore that which does not threaten her.


*You feel the creature writhe as it's dragged towards your ear...*


The others lack even Thrumbo's modicum of intelligence. It should be no great task to wring his location from one of them.


And even the Absolute knows better than to tangle with a necromancer.


*Groan!*


Of course, master.


And thus thou art alone.


How d'you think? I turned informer. Fed every lie and accusation back to them: <i>'Yes, sir - I saw them do it all.'</i>


That doesn't look good.<br>


*Shar. Singer of Eternal Night. Protector of the lost and forgotten.*


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


You aren't the only one who knows what's on offer for the Nightsong's retrieval. Consider carefully whether you'd like to see your fortune in someone else's hands.


We have a lot to think about. Let's do it far away from this place.


You flatterer. Why, if I had a warm heart, I'm sure it would be skipping.


<i>The enemy. So many enemies.</i>


Locked from the inside.


They turned everything they did into an art. The art of conversation. The art of taste, time honoured and newly acquired.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Yes! I've missed this. If you can't keep up, don't take it to heart.


I keep closing my eyes and praying I'll wake up somewhere else - anywhere else.


I would say 'you're probably used to it', but how could anyone get used to this?


((*we continue our communion*))


No hesitation.


I'll speak to her. In a little while.


How are you holding up?


That voice we heard - all sorts are flocking to its banner, worshipping it as a <i>god</i>.


Where has she gone, I wonder?


*You can almost taste the sour ale that once clung to this soul's breath. He was insensible when the shadows came for him.*


Good night, sweet Master.


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


It's done. More cruelly than it needed to be, but done all the same. We should return to Thaniel when we can.


The Prism's tenant alone has the power to end Vlaakith's tyranny. They must be let loose.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


They're going to kill us for fighting back, you understand? We're <i>dead</i>.


Listen. The Absolute honours you and slays Her enemies.


I'm sorry. It's the hunger... It's worse than anything I've ever known... No matter what I do, it just doesn't stop.


Report back to me if you find anything. And <i>thank you</i>. If I'm right, you'll be doing a great service to the city.


But you have a chaotic streak of your own. You broke into my prison to rescue Karlach.


Again! The Grand Design must not come to pass!


I can no longer ignore that <i>Kith'rak</i> Therezzyn's patience has its limits.


Ugh.


Not, but it <i>does</i> leave the subject paralysed. Whatever comes after, I would have you standing on your own two feet.


Left the crops standing in the fields when we ran from the Absolute army. Gone, all gone.


Listen - death's whispers. This jar's been touched by necromantic magic.


You had it when you arrived, so go and find it.


You. Closer.


Come on now, you're tougher than that.


That doesn't sound promising...


A True Soul with a mind of his own... How is that possible?


Or maybe I'm not cut out for this.


A shapeshifter! Gods, good. Thought I'd killed a clown in front of a bunch of kids.


A personal invitation from Lord Gortash himself. Lovely.


Didn't think to quiz her about her business.


Auribus teneo lupum!


It serves as headquarters for the Flaming Fist - and their commander: my father.


<i>Behold, </i>the fool of fools.


Absolute? True Soul? Mad ravings, surely.


Go slowly, this place is dangerous.


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


Don't waste any more words, or we'll both be sorry.


I'm not made of magic, you know.


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


I can't... Mister Ettvard will get all shouty with me...


Bodies upon bodies, long left to rot. A grim sight indeed.


The Moonlantern's ours! Let's finish this and go home.


Me neither. Nasty little boxes too often used to quash genius.


Can it be? Bring your leader to me. I would speak to you both.


Standard procedure. Gortash just wants to make sure that there's no misinformation.


Our paths cross again, kin. I might call it fate, if I believed in it.


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


You are more than revered - you are worshipped. An epic sung by the bards, a legend known to the scholars. A god among mortals.


Effort v10


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


Perhaps try attacking the enemy?


*And they wish for you to leave this place behind.*


I - I see. I will not forget the home you gave me, or the kindness you showed.


Not like we have somewhere to go, but the water seems safe from the curse - for now, anyway.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


What's that sticking out of his pocket?


The brain is close, then.


...The prayer, I think. Barnabus struggles with civilised speech, but he's been practising.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


<i>Take this. I have no use for such baubles now. It may aid you.</i>


I read it. There are precisely forty-nine clauses and subsections that give him the authority to tear out your soul if he finds you here uninvited.


First things, first though - we need to figure <i>this </i>out.


I said I don't need a drink. Goodness, do they teach staff nothing these days?


<i>I sleep, but cannot rest. I live, but cannot die. I am eternal, and I grieve.</i>


In any case, the Absolute knows you carry me with you now. It wants to retrieve me.


No need for this - the barrier's already down.


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


Hells - not a lick of damage! What am I missing?


Hold there! You can't just land and start unloading strangers - there are procedures, damn it.


A wizard's cowl - quite a fortunate find.


Do not trust anything this woman says. And certainly don't drink anything she offers you.


Are we to make a habit of angering immortals and gods?


Bones on display, but not as trophies. Some form of dark ritual.


Until that day, I will be here, and my offer will remain.


I will sell you what I can once I've stabilised the patient.


What was <i>that?!</i>


For nearly two centuries I stalked the streets like a ghost while the person I was lay here, dead and buried.


*The chamber melts away to reveal a dark, endless nowhere. In it, you see a vision - the drow listens as a pale-eyed young woman whispers in her ear.*


We've met. She warned me about Marcus - just before the attack.


Don't bleed out on me.


I promised him I'd fix this. And I'm gonna. Maybe - maybe someone in Baldur's Gate can help us.


Wha', fun's over? All right then...


Answer a few little questions and we won't have to find out.


For now. Don't worry, there'll be plenty of fun for you tonight. Just not in my tent.


We are blessed, True Soul - to stand so close to General Thorm.


Cages, shackles... all prepared to march captives off to their fate.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


You have always struggled to conduct yourself properly without me.


I created the Neurocitor that controls the Steel Watch, and I made sure I had a means to disable it if I ever had the freedom to do so.


Neither thy outburst nor thy apology is relevant.


The light of life.


All slaughtered. Looks like their prisoner escaped.


Let's see what you're hiding.


Arriving in style. I rather like it!


You have unleashed a horde of monstrous starvelings. Have no doubt, the city's poorer quarters will be their feasthall.<br>


Iron Flask's gotta be worth something to you, right Gale?


Bah. When Minsc catches hold of her, it will be his kicking that shifts her shape. Unless... could she be my boots...?


And <i>you</i> were supposed to be dead. That's what your oh-so-stoic message meant, yes?


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


The greater good.


Not like this, Minthara!<br>


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Must have been pretty young when it was killed, this cave bear. Rather sad, really.


Let's see what this does.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


A fresh mind, still untouched. You have not yet heard the Absolute's voice.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


To think like that is to give in to despair, which is exactly what a hag wants - Mayrina taught us that.


So much blood...


Besides, I'll need something to protect me from the sun if things don't work out with our parasite friends. This ritual could set me free.


All's well that ends... not as bad as it could have.


But of course. Even proud as they are, a Sharran cannot go about as a Sharran.


*In another lifetime, you were greeted in this throne room like a God, not the living wreck you are now.*


Balduran and his scaly friend admiring the city they created.


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


I sense there are two sides to you, with no peace between them. The Unburdening can address that.


I sense magic. This book's not what it appears.