Something about an adamantine forge hidden here. Amazing.


Invisibilis!


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


We haven't caught the killer yet, but we will. Now, be on your way.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


But I can be patient, and I think you can too. Who knows what the future will bring our way?


You're a chatty shadow, I'll give you that. Come out into the light - hands high.


Stepping softly.


They're beggars and criminals, and we won't have them!


I need to talk.


*Children darting their way through the city streets of the Gate, chasing one another. While you hunt like a lion, your tag touch is gentle.*


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Don't think I didn't see that with yer slippery fingers.


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


I suppose I'd better pick it up. No one else will.


Useful little mushrooms. This is a swift way to the Underdark.


Maybe I should... no, this is good.


Glitterbeard might shake hands and smile, but it's Meadhoney who can assign you to the graveyard shift.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Climbing rope, tools... that gnome escapee must've come through here.


Up, or Boo shall have to go a-biting!


Peri!


Mol! We've got trouble!


Yes! Now we're talking.


Must be what that kid was talking about.


Are you trying to make me blush? I think it might just be working...


Ignore him. A hallucination, nothing more.


'Aggression'.


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


*You will never be able to undo all the death you once wrought in his name.*


<i>The brainquakes are coming from beneath the city. We should seek it there. </i>


Nah, gotta be druid. Clerics don't carry much gold on 'em. Always offering it to their bloody <i>gods</i>.


The optics, the motorised pistons, the propulsion stablisers - and when they're all working together... it's like a <i>symphony of steel</i>.


Hah. You'd have liked this one, Cora. From the Alyths. You'd... you'd have liked it.


Hmm - only one serving for me, I guess.


You may be free of the Dark Lady, but not everyone is as brave. I'm afraid.


Better to shut off the carnal desires than indulge them. They are distractions.


Watch and learn!


Effort v4


Laughter


Finally. I've got to hurry and get that kid out.


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


Dodge
v2


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


Help is near.


But would he even want me back...? I've changed. A lot.


*You realise the tiefling's body has been torn open by huge hands.*


Don't worry, I've got you.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v10


That <i>smell</i> - what is it?


Words of mine will turn to ash.


Let me see what can be done.


Your fate may be ordained, but your actions are not. Make each breath count, and what time you have with us will never be wasted.


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


Hardly.


You snarl, but you have no teeth.


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


And there is a way. I have a study of the beast, penned by the wizard Irenicus himself. It contains all of the knowledge needed to slay the Slayer.


How can a curse wear away the very ground?


Then unleash it upon these infernal minions!


An unfortunate plight.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Effort v5


A fight for the fate of Faerûn. A fight we are losing. For now.


Ah, yes, that classic tune: 'Ode to a Shrieking Owlbear'.


I think I'm 'most'.


This next spell should be interesting.


((*you have broken our peace. you have killed our young*))


You cannot defeat the Absolute. You can only wail, and die!


He promised Balduran he'd protect the city if ever its existence was threatened. But just the once.


You are a waste of flesh. Perhaps the worms will have use for you.


I saw nothing! Hells, I'd rob this place too!


They have runepowder. They have motive. <i>We </i>have to stop them.


I want to make my own stories. And I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share that with.


Hear that? Chanting at the back of the temple - and blood stains all over.


What? No, of course not! I was merely - well...


*Tracks undergoing repair - Enter this area at your own risk*


Kled can't believe you killed THE Auntie Ethel. You're <i>amazing.</i>


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? The people of this plane never fail to amuse me.


This is it - keep the enemy away until the brain is completely subdued!


<i>But yours...</i> is off-limits! Off-limits, Chessa!


Push, Zhentarim! You only get what you take!


Think. <i>Think.</i>


Whoever built it, they've let it rot for ages.


I will, but not as much as you'll enjoy yours, I'm betting...


Gladly.


I am a noble daughter of House Baenre, and I refuse to believe I am inside an <i>iblith strajen </i>LAMP.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


Nah. But you should've told me. I love a good bit of supernatural gossip.


I'm more worried about this 'Inquisitor'. Do you really think he'll help us?


Let's have a look.


Come close. Your mind to mine.


I suppose some thanks are in order - you did a good job putting a stop to those Bhaalist berks.


This isn't coin - it's <i>paper</i>.


Shape-shifting assassins? I'd be impressed, if they hadn't been trying to kill me.


So remind her to pay an old friend a visit, would you?


Moonrise. We're getting close to the lion's den - and plenty of questions I have for the lion, too.


Lucky I don't leave you to the gods.


No way to ignite these. Strange.


PainPretend<br>var 1


Oh, I almost forgot...


Dissera!


Fiat lux!<br>v3


I knew I was forgetting something.


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


*You hear the sloshing of waves and shouting voices beyond this portal to Luskan.*


Well then. Maybe I have a chance after all.


Someone's killing us off - battle stations!


Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!


Mundus vult decipi!


Effort v8


Bloodied ring... Guess the killer didn't want jewellery.


I'll take that.


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


*CAW.*


Nothing like a brisk stroll through the forest to invigorate the spirit.


You defeated the Apostle of Myrkul. You mean to tell me this Lorroakan was stronger than the god of necromancy?


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


Effort v12


<i>No use wasting time here. </i>


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


And... nothing. How thrilling.


Watcha standing 'ere all dry fer? C'mere, have a drink!


Bears have perhaps the best sense of smell of all animals - a curse in a place such as this.


Your friend has just heard the rumours of my people. That we steal chickens, curse your crops, seduce your daughters...


They're getting stronger. The brain's power is growing.


Dissolve!


I'll take care of that.


Effort v6


Maybe we should hand the stones over to the Emperor.


Confusio!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


I was just being nice.


I thought you helped me because - because you were a good person. Like him.


Wait! Please - don't leave us. What should we do now...?


The very same. He saved something very precious to me from the grips of the shadow curse.


Have you on your feet in no time.<br>


On my way.<br>


Should have watched your footing.


You're not capable of joining our practice <i>istik</i>. Don't even try.


Then squander my time no more. Go. Now.


How about an angry patriar who broke off his daughter Henrietta's engagement with yours truly?


Then do not suffer him. You do not need to like a man to fight alongside him effectively - and Wyll is a good soldier.


In any case, your problem is resolved. Leave me. I must salvage what I can.


It's hard to keep a good woman down, isn't it, Karlach?


I feel apologetic already.


Inactive. I should look around.


Diminuo te!


Plans for some truly fiendish-looking weapons. Our blacksmith was multitalented.


Yes?


You must awaken Ansur beneath the city, Wyll. Our future depends on it.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


This is makin' my head hurt.


If you can aid our search, kin, seek out Captain Therezzyn.


Gnomes. Gnomes gnomes gnomes.


So be it. I'll take a mediocre plan over nothing.


Invoco te<br>v2


Our chances of success are slim, but we must not fail. If we fail, everything ends.


*You have thwarted the illithid Grand Design. You have honoured your people, you have secured their future. Your duty is fulfilled.*


Why don't you clear things with your leader before we team up. Send 'em my way so we can work out the particulars.


My power has no limits.


I could even claim my father's own ducal title and carry his banner after this.


You are an honourable ally. I thought I would carry you. In truth, you oft carried me. I won't forget it.


Oh, eh - sorry. I didn't mean to... well, you know.


I wish I was being dramatic. This is how the mind flayers breed. We host their spawn, and once they're ready, they'll tear right through us.


Where would you start?


Must go... up...


Kiai


Argh! I feel... lighter, somehow. Like something's been taken.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


I've got you.


Heavier than it looks. Wouldn't be very comfortable.


A-slinking and a-stalking, of course. This is a fascinating area of the Realms - this cult of the Absolute is taking over like a bad rash.


*<i>Ssussun elgg oloth</i>.*


My own son, still the she-devil's toy. Is this my fate - to be freed from Gortash's hell only to be trapped in yours?


We'll show those heretics. Burn them all to the ground!


I see... well perhaps this is for the best. Should my time be short, you will not be wounded too deeply by my absence.


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


I'm glad you still think we have the luxury of being picky. Let's just hope another option presents itself...


That was on purpose!


And therein lies your fault: you would have us argue in circles until the egg hatches naturally. Time we do not have.


Careful - if the hag dies, the child does too.


Tombstones. I'd half-expect to get a glimpse of Withers here.


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


But I cannot imagine this is what our queen wants.


They'll be worg meat soon enough!


I could have forgiven her scheming. But the child...


By every last hell, son. I... <i>nngh</i>... my head...


Don't make me hold your hand now.


Ah, you're so adorable when you're thinking what to say.


Bottoms up, eh? These little lads snagged some pretty decent drink!


This place is falling apart - could've happened by itself.


These shades are nothing to Those Who Harp.


Wait... what am I doing here again?


Hurt


Mortem tuum sum!


Cursed... lands... through mountain pass...


Looks like Zarys' missing shipment. It must be hiding quite the treasure.


I had my suspicions. Which you proved all-too-right.


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


Ketheric is vulnerable now. We should hasten to Moonrise, lest our angelic friend kills him before we have a chance to.


Oh, my rescuer left behind a servant! Terribly sorry for your loss. I'm sure you're at your wits' end without your master.


*A thought occurs to you as you gaze at the monstrosity above. Gale's orb remains an option - one that could put an end to the Absolute, once and for all.*


There - in the cage!


Now you need my help.<br>


I hope... I hope we get a chance to see to the dead.


You can be right unkind, you know that?


Smuggling or any other form of deceit will not be tolerated.


Can't talk, sorry. The little one needs all of my attention.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


*Your magical ward has drawn scrutiny. A repeat offence will have dire consequences.*


If he sent you, you're no slave to the Absolute. You're a damn wolf among sheep, aren't you?


All right.


Probably a waste of time.


*The Devil's Fee.*


Would you care to join him? What little I could glean from the portion of his mind that is open to me, it is a matter most urgent.


It's lovely...


Something's on your mind - spit it out.


What is it, darling? You look rather pale.


I hope she doesn't come to regret it.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? That field research must've been... <i>interesting</i>.


It's not so bad in the dark. Only about half of the Baldurian sewers are active.<br>


If you came for noblestalk, you're out of luck. Last trip to the Underdark was a miserable failure. Won't be able to keep the lamps lit much longer.


We can always get more stuff later.


With haste.


Gone. Seems she makes a habit of this.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Effort v8


<b>YOUR</b>


Oh don't be such a humourless little wretch - it's nothing but a joke.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


The walls were made with blood and pain. They hate it.


Well, what do we <i>really </i>know about them...?


Bah. Take 'im. Won't do ya any good. 'E just... screams.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


I bet we can work out how to open it.


A makeshift Harper's fire might not be where I <i>hoped </i>to set up shop, but maybe I've got something you can use anyway.


Dying Burning<br>v6


The Age of the Absolute has begun!


Perhaps that's the best place for it. Away from the meddling of mortals and Mystra alike.


*You were seen trying to move a corpse. Perhaps it should remain unmoved.*


When I awakened, you were gone, but your mother was with me. They were spiriting us away to the city, hidden and bound.


*In Memory of Tora Deeproot. Dearly missed by her fourteen children, and ninety-six grandchildren.*


It was worth a shot. Could have been other dogs in the area.


I need a little extra edge.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


When you freed me, you severed a bond between me and that dog, Thorm. A bond of pain - his, inflicted on me.


A whole fleet of nautiloids. How many 'True Souls' have passed through this place?


Uuuunnghhhhh...


Closed Mouth Effort


You did well - better than I would have credited you with. Now hurry along and bear witness to my masterpiece.


No reflection. Just darkness.


Buff


We're close. I can feel it - the Absolute. Its power is strong here.


Rambling nonsense. Why someone would be drawn to this is beyond me.


There is something foul to to air here - it reeks of madness and death.


Voss plans on meeting someone in Sharess' Caress. I remember it - a tavern in Wyrm's Crossing.


No use digging with my bare hands...


*Perhaps parts of you were scattered in this spire. Time to knit yourself together.*


I see no other options. Deceitful the illithid may be - but our best hopes lie with it.


I can never forget you. Your name will be etched in our slates. You will be called <i>Mla'ghir</i> - liberator.


It's calling for help. Keep focus!


The rumour is that Lord Gortash is dead! It couldn't have been his health, he didn't look an ounce overweight.


Dhourn.


Let's have a look.


This Hammer - this is the key. This is the means by which the traitor prince Orpheus can be freed -


Eating and drinking your fill before a few wicked deeds to Shar... I've missed these.


Sorry, you're not here to talk about your tragic love life. What is it you want?


<i>A fascinating topic indeed. What can you tell me?</i>


A subtle art.


Carefully, now...


After all, Raphael's gone to wage war against Zariel. She'll be too busy fighting him to come after you.


Take it up with Minthara. She's the one who -


Breaking news - Lord Gortash is dead! The Mouth said it first.


Argh!


You got cheese for brains? I told you to hop it.


What about her? You killed her sweet mommy. I'm all she has left!


Hang on!


Eiecto te!


The wine? What did you...


You know where to meet, cubs - now GO!


If that's the case, we've got more problems than just the worms in our heads.


Hot hot HOT!


Yes, but you do go down in history if your citizens die of thirst!


Eh? Then you got business needs seeing to, don't ya?


Such a long way down.


Time for some bloody work.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Nature might've provided for it. Too late now.


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


My money's on you, Wyll.


No one left behind!


You've made a grave mistake.


You flirt. But I have other business.


May your road be kind.


Amo sanguinem!


Unless, of course, you consider instead my infinite mercy. A new contract. A chance to balance the books. Not to mention a welcome change of scenery.


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


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


You festering bubo!


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


So humbly spoken. Perhaps you are a different breed than the last Mother Superior.


I heard the screams, I ran to help, afeared for the child's life. But the cries were not Orin's.


Didn't need to. Your one Flo did some devil woo-woo and stuck 'em in my head. Couldn't forget now if I wanted to.


Please - go to his atelier. Sit for him. You won't be disappointed.


A brain in a jar...


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


Weapons. And time has taken their edge, it seems.


Origin Extra: Dying


Look, unless you're an expert in Steel Watcher gyroscopics, <i>please</i> get out of my light.


Silentium!


Here, fella. It's all right.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


That mud's the same filth as we saw in the sewers.


Halsin... gave to Rath...


Thank you for sacrificing yourself to save me - such courage brings a tear to the eye!


Something kept me from throwing it away. A fear, perhaps, that you were not the saviour you seemed to be.


I'm no so sure...


It's hard to imagine <i>anyone</i> who'd willingly inflict such devastation, be they zealots, marauders, invading armies... A sign of far worse to come, I fear.


A halfling. Rich and supple, but you'll need a thorough degreasing before your pelt is fit for curing.


Bet I can crack that open.


Things will be rough, probably for a long time, but Rolan and I will be all right - thanks to you.


Da mihi facta!


We can't deliver our goods to the docks? Why?


There's a hole back there, behind the crates.


Let's not make trouble for some stranger. We have our own problems.


Cudo!


Sucker.


Ha!


I confess, in my head I saw that going a lot less amicably. I hope our newly-freed ally proves more reliable than the last.


A fine vessel, if a little... <i>flimsy</i> for Minsc.


Is it true some of the <i>rats </i>were druids? I used to have a pet rat.


Where'd that child go? Or... whatever it is.


Not so much <i>high </i>as... necessary, perhaps.


You're in rough shape.


Elf jewellery. <i>Royal </i>jewellery in fact, from Suldanessellar, I believe. A curious find.


I don't... what else can I do? They say you need coin to enter the city. For <i>bribes.</i>


*What must you do next?*


I see Harper armour. Druid, too. Maybe they fought together.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


You're out! OUT!


You've provided me with a fine specimen. I'll be sure to mention your name in the footnotes.


Effort v11


I'm... I'm sorry I wasn't there to help. That'll change from now on, I promise.


Duke Ravengard? Well, this is a surprise.


*Let your heart be glad, let your tongue rejoice, and let your soul rest forever in this House of Hope.*


Think I'll just sit back and rest my weary limbs while these angry youngsters sort matters out.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Rats. Great idea. Why didn't I think of that? I'll just find the <i>hundred </i>rats I'd need to even make a dent in this hunger.


This stuff's seen better days...


That's one down.


Must've been those strangers!


Intelligenti pauca!


Look at that! A Selûnite amulet. Something for you, Waterdeep?


Eating is such a waste of time. Finding good food on this plane even more so.


Recovered <br>V2


There they are.


Fine. But if this creature can truly look into my heart, it best be careful what it reveals.


That was amazing.


*Alcoholic lizards didn't show up much in your studies of the natural world.*


Hear me, my love.<br>


Ouch. That will need some healing.


'Sorry' won't bring 'em back, pay their debts, or compensate me for my trouble.


I don't care much for your timing, but I like your gold well enough.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 2


Resisto venenum!


One of us may be able to save themselves, but it would be at the expense of everyone else. We can't risk it.


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


Damn it. How many are there?


Three hearts, one will. The <i>Elder's </i>will.


Goblins took... my friends. Cut them up... for the worgs. For meat.


Not such a freak after all. I know a safe place - let me mark it on your map.


Risus abundat!


Little bit of this, little bit of that...<br>


You could have asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn't. And I'm grateful.


How bothersome.


Sol Invictus!


Then your code is flawed. Your actions cannot be defended.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


Laughter


No - I'm disappointed in me. For believing you were any different than what you always showed yourself to be.


I have. I've stolen your last chance to see them, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.


A noble chant, is it not? Hail Wyll, Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate!


Suffice to say, you can sleep this off in that cell 'til the city falls into the sea for all I care.


My friend dared me to come here alone for a couple of mugs of ale. So here I am!


You hid it well. I thought you'd be another notch on my bedpost, but instead I'll make a trophy of your bones.


Probably hoarding supplies for themselves. Seems like something they'd do.


Zenovia, get these squatters out of my house <i>now</i>.


An easy proposition for the Emperor to make - 'become a mind flayer' - <i>it</i> has no soul to sacrifice.


Run Combat <br>v2


A guest? Are you a client of the master, or a visitor from elsewhere in the Hells?


Clever planning, favourable results.<br>


Afraid I can't help you. I've lost track of him myself. Took a wrong turn somewhere and poof, he was gone.


This must have been quite a view, once.


Then consider this a taste of what's to come. You must be able to share <i>something </i>about Ketheric's downfall?


PainPretend<br>var 2


Wulbren and the Ironhand Gnomes are planning something dreadful in the city.


*The corpse feels carefree, peaceful, and loving to linger beside.*


Now we have tadpoles slithering through our heads like carnivorous foeti.


It is one thing to shame yourself in battle. But to shame Boo? I WILL NOT ALLOW IT.


You learned so much, applying your skills to these two. Now you can remember it all, whenever you look upon their faces.


I have one endeavour too many to conduct tonight, although catching up would be a fine thing.


Is that Rolan? What's that foolish wizard doing out here?


Cave circulum!<br>v3


<i>Tnak</i>! Almost got hit by giblets! Glad we rigged that up, eh?


<i>We need to feed. We need a brain, fresh and frantic, to restore our strength.</i>


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. Druidic magic, the sort Jaheira might take interest in.<br>


*The sovereign says nothing, but you hear appreciation in its song.*


He won't stay down for long. Tell your illithid to protect him from the elder brain's influence. <i>Quickly.</i>


'Ere to see the bear? Just follow the noise. Worgs 'ave been goin' crazy for it.


Hold tight, I'll help.


A fine day for murder!


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Now bugger off - if you ain't playin' you're just wastin' my time.<br>


Must thy gaze pierce so deeply? Quite crude.


Despite the destitution, there is profit and opportunity to be found in such places if one is willing to wade through the squalor.


What? You see to your affairs, I'll see to mine.


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


And you are Wyll of the Pale Eye. Now hush, and turn your mind towards our many, many many enemies.


We carry the weapon he seeks. It must be powerful, for a <i>kith'rak</i> to betray his own queen's children.


The druids of Cloakwood knew the dangers this would bring. They ordained that all circles cast the rite to shelter from the storm.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Ain't no winnings, cos only a <i>goblin </i>can win chicken-chase. Says so in the rules.


Now clear out. Your face is bugging me.


Dolor!


There is much to do.


Thought I smelled the stench of Avernus.


That's no bloodstain - it's oil. Something's sprung a leak.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


The doll follows us. I suggested we split up, but the cleric took umbrage. Let us see how she feels when the hag stops playing games - and the killing begins.


You <i>what? </i>Think I'll stand 'ere while some pointy-eared bint explains my job to me?!


Macesce!


<i>Frey vald isk durovna. Frey vald isk ablast.</i>


Hm?


Well don't look at me.


Anything of note to report?


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


*Nothing comes to you.*


BLOOD soaked. JAW locked. FEAST ON ALL. ALL.


Voco potentia!


Jaheira seems sure of you. I hope she's right. This barricade might keep the shadows out, but it won't help against what's already inside.


*Your conviction is enough. This will be taken no further. Nonetheless, this area remains forbidden.*


Oh gods, the whole building is collapsing...


These disappearances are starting to prove irksome.


What interesting tableaus - clearly ancient too. Lolth's violent descent into the Underdark depicted with vivid detail.<br>


S-somewhere underneath the temple. There's a hidden p-passage.


Free from the Absolute's influence, yet able to walk among cultists.


Argh!


Pigeon feathers. Maybe from the postmaster's flock.


Vampire... <i>Astarion</i>...


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


I'm afraid my purse can't quite match such a sum right now. You'll simply have to collect your gold another time.


Rough-dug graves. These dead were buried in a hurry.


I guess it's the worm. But we <i>can't</i> have this in our camp - got it? Never again. Never ever.


*Please deposit supplies below. We'll carry them for you.*


Caveat incantator!


I am hardly to blame for the inequalities at play in this city. My price is fair - it is not for I to decide who can afford it.


<i>Come, Dame Aylin. It's your time!</i>


*You have been enslaved like your ancestors! Rage sparks to hatred.*


PainOpen<br>var 1


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Nature will not even notice you are gone.


Hmm, some strange grooves by the statues... I wonder if they can be moved?<br>


Yeah, but where's it lead?


It'd be like a private concert, just for them - they'd love it!


Step on a plate, trigger a light, solve the code. Do I have that right?<br>


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


It's not right to feel the cold breath of death in your neck, then move on as if it was nothing but a soothing breeze.


Ketheric is below. He thinks you're no longer a menace. Descend and show him how wrong he is.


Your penance will be paid <i>now</i>.


Dum vita est, spes est!


I didn't quite catch that - what did you say?


Now get out of here before you embarrass yourself further.


Spot on!


<i>Tir'su</i> are inscribed on this slate as well. I should look closer.


There you are - come on out.


Attack<br>var 2


With haste.


I always suspected you were destined for greatness, my lady.


Ah, company.


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


Please, he's just scared.


Oh sh... what in the blazes is <i>that?</i>


This is your last chance. Leave.


I don't know! He explained, but I didn't understand...


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


Return me, take me home - and thou shalt glow with blessings!


No! What are they doing?!


Blessed be, what have we done?


This thing's not going anywhere in this condition.


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


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


I'm sorry I kept it from you. It's not a secret to be shared lightly.


*The pain ebbs away. But you sense it will be back. Is it a punishment? A test? Only the Dark Lady knows.*


Ha! You hear this? Tell my friends how safe you feel with those metal giant stamping about.


The monster thing is scary. Will you go first? Thanks.


It will take more than a ghost to scare me away. Though I wish you'd come to me sooner.


Don't be an idiot, Dal. He's all talk - always has been.


The road to Baldur's Gate awaits us, west of town. Let's try to outpace the Absolute's armies.


You really ended things with Wyll, just to be with me?


We're done here. Get lost.


Her folks must be so glad to have her back. And to see who she's become.


It was a clean decapitation - I'll give them that.


I shall aid you.


I hope your business with me isn't so contentious. I much prefer to settle matters with debate, not daggers.


That ritual - it's no garden-variety growth spell.


Death becomes you.


You really won't feel it?


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


More Selûne idolatry. No sign of her followers though.


I know that look: the 'I'm about to do something incredibly stupid' look. There are enough of them to turn us into paste, so maybe don't? Just this once.


Be it by stealth or force, we have to press onwards.


Do not be so crude. If that were the explanation, do you think I'd be stood waiting out here like some <i>arthak dus</i>?


Glorious combat... A powerful foe...


It is a sacred mission from the head of my tribe. She sent me here to capture the beast and return it to her.


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


Dying Deep Exhale


How sensible.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


We must speak with Voss. Then we return to Raphael's House of Hope.


Me? None. They're the ones chasing me down. But believe me, these so-called paladins are anything but. They -


Come on! Bash her brains out!


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Nature stands by your side.


Promise you won't let us hurt anyone?


Always comes to this.


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


That wound looks bad.<br>


The traitor prince is close. We <i>must</i> split him open; we must fulfil Vlaakith's command!


This doesn't sit right with me. I hope I've chosen wisely.


No traps, please.


You are speaking to a mere projection of Gale - his appearance, his voice, and a certain measure of his personality - reconstituted in this case to play as emissary and usher.


But we all remember a name. <i>Lyrthindor</i>. We share who he was.


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


A supplicant whose soul was not true enough, I take it.


I can't waste any more time.


Eh. Heh. Now that's an idea. Should've thought of that myself!


Aqua pura!<br>v3


This isn't coin - it's <i>paper</i>.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


It's taking all my will not to take your head in his place.


It might be suicide either way. Trust me, you do not want to become one of those monsters.


I'd be a fool to face Cazador alone. Who knows what tricks he has up those moth-ridden sleeves?


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


*The very same visitor who Vlaakith seems so eager to kill.*


Brilgor. I think he'd nicked something - apparently the Fists were after him.


What beautiful music...


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


Hm - must be the tree from the note to Kagha. What's that cleft there?


Counsellor - are you all right?!


Such a strange disc. Are these githyanki markings? Lae'zel might know.


I was hoping for a beep or a clank or <i>something</i>.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


Wait - did he slip me something?


If you cannot get the coin you need here, try for a room at the Elfsong. Alan has plenty of space in his upper floors.


Well, so are you, but we keep you around, don't we?


Ah, the rattle of coin. They must have done a brisk trade.


Always at your side.


More disappointed, I would say.<br>


For you, oh horned cheek.


I should be thanking you. I'd <i>love </i>to get my hands on something other than pauper's ore...


Bah, no hard feelings - for soon you will be dead!


But he slunk back into his father's shadow instead. Let him be a cautionary tale to you - your father will only love you so long as he can <i>use</i> you.


A great many druids once stood here to fight Ketheric Thorm. Few ever left.


I had a sip from a bottle someone didn't finish. It wasn't very nice.


Thank you.


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Got a nephew likes paint. Well, eating paint. Might be a trade in this, eh?


*You feel crushing waves of fear as the presence within the door recoils. It can't let people through. Not again!*


Want it. Fur and meat. Kill it. KILL IT!


It is not the time to chat - move!


Ew. No. Just mates. Very good mates.


I... never... understood... why... though...


Oh. Okay.


Tremors. And nothing natural about them, I'd wager.


Good stories, good sex, life itself - they all share the element of unpredictability. Settle in!


Spare me your salutes, little traitor. You walked me right into that ambush.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


Leave me, please.


I'll be - looks just like the key from the flophouse.


Best help before it gets worse.


Yes yes what he deserved. What he needed. To feel each bone break and tendon snap. The Black Hand turned crimson at last.


Looks like this marks the base of Moonrise Towers.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Why'd you send him away?


I'm <i>way</i> too big.


*You managed to get away with it. Better not try your luck too often.*


CoughIll<br>var 2


<i>Steel Watcher - on guard! </i>


Hope we don't wake anything down there.<br>


Fortune favours the bold!


Our fates were sealed in his writing long ago. A promise to his favourite spawn, fulfilled in the crypt beneath his palace.


Ut ventus!


*For a moment you thought you'd seen something shining on one of the corpses. Suddenly, it's vanished.*


Thou inglorious hog.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


You have ventured far from your kind's comforts to serve us.


It's a little obvious, frankly.


He's a good dog. We'd <i>both</i> love to see him again.


Balduran setting sail, leaving the dragon to protect the city. Given the history of the place, he didn't do a very good job.


It's - it's a turnip. Just a turnip, for all to see.


Now I know that those memories are lies.


You are our lamb, ready for slaughter.


Ab uno disce omnes!


I have seen friends die before. But to do the deed myself...


My apologies, saer. I must continue serving from the kitchen.


Oho no, we are <i>not </i>crashing in Avernus. Where the hell is that helm?


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray. <br>


'Surprising' is just the word, isn't it?


That's odd. The flame won't go out.


What - what's happened? Wyll. Is that you?


Gods, me too. That was... amazing. But it is what it is, isn't it? I may not be able to have any fun, but you're still free as a lark.


Strange-looking staff. Is that something you'd want, Gale?


I know these hills, and there's no city here.


How <i>dare </i>you? My life is my Master's alone to steal.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


No effect. For the best, I think.


One sight of the city, and you'll forget all about it.


Either way, these corpses prove one thing: this is the city Halsin mentioned.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Yes, my friend?


Time for blood.


Of course, a stranger from a strange crèche may have different customs. What brings you here?


Sniff<br>var 2


I know you <i>perfectly</i>. You helped usher me into being who I am. Indulge your darker side - with me.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


So, Kepli - who was your favourite character in the book?


Aye, but them myconids do, and they won't take too kindly to you kicking up a fuss. So like I said - play nice.


I am a Steel Watcher, citizen. Here to serve the people of Baldur's Gate in the name of Lord Enver Gortash.


My coin's on the chicken.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


If I must.


What?! It's broke!


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Bathe in blood and ruin.


I have <i>such</i> a headache.


I see few other options open to me, if I ever want to reclaim those parts of myself the orb snatched away.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


Something's on my mind.<br>


Hence you have such diverse talents. But you were awful from the very first day you set foot amongst the ichored altars.


This must be what remains of the lady who tried to blackmail the brewer. Put her into a barrel rather than over one, it seems.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


The elder brain turned her into a meat puppet. What the hells else can it do...


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


Hope we made the right choice. <br>


I've seen your kind's handiwork. And I won't fall victim to it.


I can close that up fast.


Bite. KILL!


I'll get you moving again.


Few may walk away from you intact, Yurgir, but none walk away from me in violation of their deal.


Mors tua, vita mea!


I see. I ask only because... this throwing of our lot in with the Zhentarim. I can see the good in it, if I stop and squint for a moment.


Bhaal below, this could be my old chamber...


Ramazith, Elminster, Silverhand, Karsus. Each door bears the name of a famed wizard.


Could wake him up by choppin' off a toe. That'd be funny.


Your eyes are keen. Free me. You will enjoy what comes next.


She would've survived! If only I'd kept my mouth shut about that bloody dowry...


One touch and this will fall apart.


Hells, can't just leave them in there - someone do something!


Not my dream.


I don't hear anything.


I am your shield.


Ugh, another helpless soul begging to be rescued?


Oh, now that's an idea. If I hear one more whine out of them, I might just do that - thanks.


Be at ease.


Needs a key.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v3


*The pain is too great. The visions flicker but refuse to come into focus.*


Then you should have killed me rather than saving me.


The crown's Netherese magic must be the true source of the parasites' abilities. This must be what elevates their potential.


Fine, I'll play your game. But I amend the pact once the mission's done - <i>not</i> before.


I don't know, Caitlin, I've read the Mouth for years - this is the closest to a rag it's ever been!


Initiative v3


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Get away from me. <i>Now.</i>


<i>Gaining access will not be easy. We must either earn an invitation, or find a route where we can pass unnoticed.</i>


Lucky you.


The Netherbrain's lair. We may be near the end of all this...


This won't hurt a bit, though I don't suppose you can feel much now, anyway.


You brute, what have you <i>done?</i> You will pay for this!


You will survive this.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


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


Efforts


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


*You feel better the second the book is out of your hands.*


Hells, really? They seemed so strong - just like me or you.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


The hag's lair? I think I preferred the swamp.


Away, you pox'd nun!


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


Here to see Nine-Fingers? Good luck.


He cannot die - we must find what gives him his invulnerability before we strike!


May I borrow this hammer, and beat whoever named it about the brains?


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v2


Yes, yes - the mark is unmistakable. How regrettable, that your meat must go unsavoured.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Effort v3


Demento te!


All right, then.


Quite cruelly, too.


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


Desperation


She's gone. And - is that sulphur I smell? What in the hells...


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Return to Baldur's Gate... awaken the wyrm... drive the Absolute from the city...


Questions first. Violence later. And only if absolutely necessary.


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


Breathe deep, and move.


Who do you think you are? Eh? You can't just - just accuse someone of - of being a thief!


Conditions look right, but quite empty without all the other eggs.


Lora was knocking about Basilisk Gate - at the Flaming Fist's headquarters. Good luck.


Gustas dulcis!


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


I fell to hubris once before and landed myself with this orb. I think I'd rather not make the same mistake again.


You're the only one who can get inside the Towers. You were born for this mission - or <i>made </i>for it, rather.


And when the chance comes to strike, you must take it. For there may only be one chance.


<i>Chk</i>. I'll handle it.


Meanwhile, I'll need to think of an alternative. I must find Wulbren, especially now that... ahem. Anyway. Wish me luck.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


Pay up, and you get to slink away. Resist, and I gut you.


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


I think your methods are somewhat unorthodox, Saer Fist.


All the times you stood in this room, wondering why this pair seemed so familiar. All the times you honed your skills on them.


Attack<br>var 2


Those who kill without motive cannot be trusted. I would not like to wake with your knife at my throat, and never understand the reason why.


I'm a journalist. It's my job to know everything.


Thank you. For allowing me to come here, and for bringing me back to myself.


Not since the bloody eagles turned up and turfed me out of my first nest.


Curious. It transformed. I wonder...<br>


*You were warned to stay away - now you'll have to face the consequences.*


Cresceat scientia!
v2


I'd pretty much trust her with my life.


It may be watched, but you will not walk into the slaughter that we did.


But her appearances are just a trick of the light.


Whoa. More carnage.


Hey, you're back! Look to buy, sell, or what?


Aren't you enjoying the refreshments?


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Wh- what now? Damned monster. I'll make you pay!


Aye - brutal is putting it lightly. Maybe we should have just surrendered - Zevlor begged us to. But...


Another mention of the Adamantine Forge. All that remains is to reach it.


A spot of bother.


I would never reveal my sources, and certainly not to the likes of you. Besides, you're too late.


Sounds like something's less than pleased...


A jar that grants immortality, hidden inside a zombie. It's almost poetic.


A Sending spell can carry twenty-five words. Do you know how many Jaheira's <i>only </i>message contained, in all this time she's been away? <i>Seven.</i>


They are but echoes, they recall not a manner of speech - thus I lent them my rhetoric.


If this ship hits the ground, we're dead!


She has already lost her body to the tadpole... I hope she has not lost her mind. We should find her.


Oh Master Meztli, you<i> are</i> a charmer!


Oh, sorry. Thought you were one of the Mouth's journalists.


First step is the hardest.


Harpers, now! Get that lantern!


We <i>will </i>protect this grove.


Incredible... your parasite is even stronger now.


Return to Raphael. We've no other choice.


They're a true miracle of engineering.


Hm.


Lies. She carries an heirloom of my people. I must know why.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


I thought you may have bestowed the honour on someone else. But if this is what you wish, so be it.


I could get used to this...


Live through the day and you might even get to hear the finished thing.


Still another one.


I've always felt flames to be a rather perfect expression of love, Karlach.


So, this Mystic Carrion offered aid to Oskar? Perhaps we should follow suit.


Why do I find that hard to believe?


What a bizarre display. And yet, surprisingly accurate.


Closed Mouth Effort


Go on and gloat, bow to your pretend crowd.


It doesn't look like anyone's been here in a while. Perhaps people lost faith. Or... forgot about it.


*The tressym seems a little tense, but you aren't sure why.*


Abandoned by the looks of it. Perhaps it had a leak.


In return - if I can offer aid, information, just ask.


You deny me my due, then seek my comfort? <i>Bah</i>. Sit, and be pure.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


I... we lost people on the way here.


It's broken, but not too badly.


Thank you. Goodnight.


Falling<br>var 2


What's this? Local wildlife havin' a gawk?


So eager. I'm surprised it took you this long.


I shall retrieve that.


'Foul Hag Finally Destroyed - Victims Freed Too'! Read up on all the gory details before we sell out!


Let me see...


I <i>knew</i> there was somethin' wrong with that beer.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


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


Damn. Bye-bye, Shadowheart. Hate to see her go, but I'm also not sure bringing her into a Sharran temple would've been the best idea for us. Or her.


Please. Don't sully the gratitude I feel towards you by making excuses for Kagha. My choice was clear.


*You are hungry beyond blood, beyond lust, beyond your unliving life itself.*


Who knows, some of us might even make it to Baldur's Gate.


Powerful relic... valuable... wanted to sell... start again...


Not much use anymore.


But I could be so much more to you.


What do you mean Cal is <i>dead? </i>What did you do?


Baelen... it's been a good few years. I need a chance to think.


See me when you've cut the dead weight.


He had compassion. When you live a Harper's life, see all that a Harper sees, that is by <i>far</i> the harder thing to hold on to.


That  shapeshifters' key unlocked the door! Interesting.<br>


*Your mind flexes, your body ringing with the afterglow of power, daring you to resist, daring you to feel anything but authority.*


Nice try. The bears are nice here. Um. I think.


Well said. This dream figure is no friend to us.


Blood follows me everywhere.


I - I know that corpse. Arabella's father.


We need to get out of here - <i>now.</i>


Duergar invaders? We can manage that - better than picking <i>this</i> fight, surely.


I could do some real damage with that chair leg.


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


Good - its music might help restore him. Bring it to him.


No choice but to keep going.<br>


Harder! Come on, put your back into it!


You're not like that lot at the bridge. I reckon I can handler you... come on!


Falling


<i>I underestimated it.</i>


Not everyone made it out alive.


*The shelves at Sorcerous Sundries have been known to house the odd book on Netherese magic. It's time you made a return visit, to learn the truth about the crown, and what it could yet be capable of.*


Let's take things down a notch, shall we? She's no devil, Wyll. You'll have to look elsewhere to find fodder for your blade.


I am ready, whatever may come.


It vexes me to know of you.


Huh. This goes very far down. We'll have to go in to see the bottom.


I've looked worse. But I've definitely looked better.


Quickly now.


<i>So</i> old.


The Theskan move suggestion was inspired. I had no idea you played.


Who in the hells threw that?


Of... course not. That's... <i>disgusting</i>...


I can do better. I must.


<i>I could return to the Hells. I could go back. </i>


The more I find, the more curious I get.


Wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


So much blood. I'm almost dizzy with the smell of it.


Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW.


Free for the taking.<br>


I'd rather be torn limb from limb than give in to those bastards.


That old woman was certainly memorable.


I was concerned perhaps my imagination was playing tricks on me - my stomach was in knots like some lovelorn ninety-year-old.


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


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Strange metal. Might be valuable.


I don't suppose you've any clue where we are in relation to Waterdeep?


Ha ha ha, this is great! Violator, violator! Watcher, crush their skull like a rotten melon!


I had been trying to reach this place, to retrieve something of great value. And thanks to you, the path is unblocked. <i>Bravo.</i>


<i>(What are you doing? I'm busy here!)</i>


Pallida mors!<br>v3


Dying Burning<br>v2


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


Light on my feet.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


Can't risk being in open view.


Your mind. Evil writhes within it. You cannot be cured. You must be destroyed.


What didn't? If I asked a kid to draw a picture of a vampire, they'd come up with <i>you.</i>


These gith have mapped half of bloody Faerûn. To what end, I wonder?


'You can do whatever you want' sounds terrifying - and it is - but there's opportunity in it, too.


Why this sudden restriction on visiting the docks, though?


That's that. Got to keep moving.


Feel free to explore the Lodge. Our knowledge is here for the common good, after all.


You can, but I will not cross the threshold.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Wyll.


No time to lose.


Malleus! v3


<i>You</i>, darling! You're just as rich as the day I married you.


Yes, yes - on my way.<br>


*Your actions have attracted some attention.*


It's a necromantic ritual. Drains the life out of people and leaves them as mindless undead.


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


So, no. I think help's a long way from here.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


Seems we were patrolling around a powder keg. Glad I didn't get burned up.


So the Sundries has new management! I tried to sell a magic ring I found in an alley to Lorroakan, once, and the hell boar threw me out.


Eiecto te!


I've lost so much. Please, just - just let me be.


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


*Waterdeep, the Crown of the North*


It's not funny!


Ignis!


Not so for us.


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


<i>He is correct. Facing the Netherbrain without you would not be easy, but I will do it if I must. </i>


I'm glad you came back, all right?


Waterdeep. Gods, I wish I could go home.


No butt is safe from Boo!


Hoy. Phos? Seen Phos?


The drow was right, it's not 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. Reminds me of 'Fables of Forges Grym.'


Only the finest. And to thank you for your good help, I'll take a lot off the top - just for you.


VO_SFX : Spit


Imagine wasting your time actually reading this tripe.


*You can't make sense of the symbols, no matter how hard you try.*


Honestly, who pickles organs like this?


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


On your feet!


*You are what you were taught to hate. The next choice is yours, and yours alone.*


Hey! Dammon might be knocking around here, right?


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


We've gotten away with this. So let's <i>get away. </i>


Always room for more.


Best get going.<br>


Slippery little monster. Can't afford to lose this.


I will be - but thank you for asking.<br>


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


Feels like there's magic in every thread of this cowl. Something for Gale, certainly.


Hmm. It won't move.


What drew you to Karlach? The muscles? The musk? I suppose we're all entitled to a bit of rough now and again...


A warrior. A champion. <i>A destroyer</i>.


Because he was my master or because you thought I couldn't resist finishing the ritual myself?


I suppose she hoped to extract it from my corpse.


Mutatis mutandis!


This circle was used for a summoning - but a summoning of <i>what?</i>


Corruptus!


*Isobel, the Cleric of Selûne. Her death weighs upon you still.*


Have to keep going.<br>


So, you destroy my canopic jars, then dare to seek an audience with me?


I see no Nightsong. Surely you wouldn't have entered my tower without the Nightsong in hand. <i>Surely </i>you wouldn't have wasted my time.


So sayeth the wise Alaundo.


Why don't you take a long walk off a short pier, yeah? Ignore him, love - he's just another arsehole.


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


Ambition is not a sin. To question the powers that rule us is not treason. We must at least try - why wallow in the dirt when we can reach for the stars?


Gortash will be delighted to hear of Orin's death, but be ready for anything when we report to him. If he is to betray us, that would be the time.


My first concern.


Bloody, painted fingertips. This hand belonged to Dribbles, no question.<br>


I will fight alongside Minsc, but if he so much as refers to my butt, let alone attempts to kick it, I will skewer that damned hamster of his.


In Her name!


Listen, I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion our joint travels are destined to fail. I could say it's me, not you, but that would be a lie.


*You've been spotted interfering with a trap. Tread carefully. This guard looks every bit as dangerous.*


Death's close at hand.


Forward. This is not over.


A hundred years.


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


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


Whatever those rocks are, I doubt any tool or weapon of ours will break them.


May nature heal all wounds.


Though my faith is shattered, my oath endures. I am sworn to destroy all those who serve the Absolute.


I'm done with you. You better hope we don't have to talk again.


Wyll sacrificed a great deal for his family. The pact may stand, but the strength of his character is clear.


Will you <i>please </i>keep your eyes on what you're doing?


*The front lines of the Blood War. With every swing of her axe, Karlach fulfils mistress Zariel's purpose.*


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


Let me see...


A private word would be nice.


Effort v3


Crap - torches aren't any good here.


Or you just thought we'd be stupid enough to believe ya!


We've made a powerful ally today.


Now is <i>not</i> the time.


What the hells happened? And how did I sleep through it?


Allow me, my friend.


Ludus non factum est!


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


*And you felt the sun on your skin...*


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


Hopefully it comes no closer.


<i>Father Lorgan's corpusculent... </i>Err... <i>corpse... </i>Shit, no. Look, mate, can you stop staring at me? Really putting me off.


Just another raw recruit thought he was in some storybook.


Expello te!<br>v2


Just... black blood... everywhere...


I'm maiming as fast as I can!


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


I shall aid you.


Good night.


Let's focus on surviving first.


<i>Kith'rak </i>Therezzyn is similarly concerned.


Resarcio!


Out, foul deformity!


What was that watchword? 'Lux splenda.'


Animating spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


Looks like a Magic Mouth spell. That voice probably belongs to someone long gone.


He also had a vault pass.


Strange.


Victory v4


I... Please.


Where am I? What's going on?


*A seat that has seen many occupants, none of their own volition, and none in comfort.*


She was playing her lute. We... didn't hear the gnolls coming.


Need to open this.


Just time for a little browse.


<i>Open the gate.</i>


*Another restless night beckons. Your mind flits from memory to memory, the deeds you've done and left undone in the wake of Mystra's instruction.*


Eiecto te!<br>v3


It is hard to miss, but what can I do? The Watch is too busy to help and I will not fight these thieves.


Seems like your kind of sword, Gale.


Effort v10


What you chattin' to me for?! Chicken ain't gonna chase itself!


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


Heh. Depends who you are.


Always poking, prodding, trying things out...<br>


But to do that, we'll need to think beyond local healers.


Prisoners. What torment has Shar inflicted on them?


Finding one won't be easy in this wilderness. We'll need supplies.


Well! Look what the rat dragged in.


As long as it absorbs Weave of its own kind it remains stable - to an extent. The moment it becomes unstable, however...


So what? We're just supposed to carry on? Act like he never existed?


But better safe than sorry, I suppose.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Ketheric and his minions were clever. Cruel, but clever.


You want to see Dribbles the Clown, don't you?


Problem, citizen?


<i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith. </i>You know me.


Be part of those dreams, as you once were, and you will taste my fire again.


Your fellow cultists hunted us so we hid down here. We were safe - and so was our loot - until the darkness soured Sarin's mind. She kept our treasure from us, said Bareki and I had gone <i>strange</i>.


*Yours is not the mind it was expecting.*


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


I strove for perfection in all things - even those as imperfect as you.


Goal!


The thing in your skull, though? It's different to anything in our records.


There. Middle-of-somewhere.


I accept your invitation.


Victory v2


The artefact. I was sent to retrieve it. At any cost.


I better get a 'thank you'.


Well, our to-do list is certainly filling out fast.


You'll be free soon enough.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


Oh,  you're <i>real</i> tough. Bullying a kid.


<i>Ravengard will fall. I will strike when the Duke has the most to lose - and I have the most to gain.</i>


Morere!


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


*You scrub yourself until your hands are cold and raw.*


I'm bushed. Let's get some sleep.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


Stop bothering us, or - or I'll report you!


Gotta get my mates free. We came in here together; we'll leave together.


I've picked plenty of your brethren from my teeth, petal - and I look forward to seeing how tasty you are. HAH.


Fuck. That squid really scrambled my brains...


I know well the pain of seeing your life's hourglass running empty, grasping at any means of slowing the grains as they slip inexorably through your fingers.


Here goes nothing.


In Her name.


That's... that's the last of them. Tymora smile on me... they're <i>dead.</i>


Infidel!


Up. Now!


Do this, and the queen's forces will aid us against the Netherbrain.


Or it's... undersides? Because it's - you know what I mean.


*An inferno engulfs you. Your lust blazes hot.*


*Your head throbs and your skin tingles. Visions rush past: a dragon's wing, a silver sword - and a flash of your face seen through the strange man's eyes.*


Nonetheless, thank you.


Pay the prisoners no mind, and show them no mercy.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


A <i>devil </i>child. One who tried to steal from us.


Illusory bricks? Someone's got something juicy to hide...


Pathetic. As always. But at least you know your place.


Ragzlin's other drow friend won't be happy to hear <i>that</i>.


<i>Hta'zith!</i>


Enough - my creations have nothing to say to you.


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


I'll wager it's the source of his invulnerability. He'd protect that at <i>any </i>cost.


I hope he can count you in that number.


Victory v4


No good to you now.


Laughter Maniacal


Where did the djinni find this crap?


Your father too, if our fortunes are so kind.


Attack Critical<br>var3


<i>Ngh</i> - I'm getting worse. There's got to be a way to treat this poison...


Effort v8


I will never understand it, and I do not accept it. But if this is what you choose, I will stay with you until the end.


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


Your choice is made. <i>Hta'zith!</i>


Why did you not?


Such childishness does not become allies.


Look, Sharess' Caress isn't <i>just </i>about wetting your whistle. There's dancing, dinner, drinks...


I never thought I'd be sorry to see a mind flayer go, yet here we are. Lady Shar be with you.


I'm sure your personal affairs are <i>very important</i>, but I have business to transact!


Peering into cracks and crevasses in hope to find history's morsels.


You sure you want to be seen with me? I ain't exactly popular with this lot.


I'll not pretend to understand why you, the enigma that you are, suddenly crossed our path, but I'm old and wise enough to recognise a sliver of hope when it crawls out of the dark.


Invoco te


You, with the horns. Make yourself useful. Push, damn it, push!


No shadows here - something must be keeping it at bay.


This is just rubbish.


Goblins have silenced the owl-beast. I'd expect no less of vermin.


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


Fancy amulet like this is probably enchanted. Gale, take a look.


But there are places it won't help - places where the curse is darker. Stronger.


You festering bubo!


Hang on. I'll set you free.


Need to find a way forward.


A fine festival indeed, wouldn't you say?


It's the least we could do. Your faith in this city should inspire us all.


A Sharran idol? It's beautifully crafted.


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


Dying Deep Exhale


Do not harm them. Surely they must be important to be held captive here.


Now? You wanna talk <i>now</i>?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Amo sanguinem!


It's ready - I'm going through. May the Oak Father guide me back to you.


Urdlen's teat, that's nasty!


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


We did - but we very nearly <i>didn't</i>.


Did me a good turn there, didn't you. What do I owe you?


Oh? Because things went so well with Kagha?


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Do you reckon they'll pay us extra after this terrible scare?


This shape feels deliberate, like it might have some sort of purpose.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Relight the candles - go!


Have your pass ready.


What if something happened to him?


My freedom will be the goblins' doom.


Ut ventus!


GO THEN, CHOSEN. TELL THE SURFACE WORLD BOOOAL IS COMING. AND SO YOU DON'T FORGET -


We're almost sure Duke Ravengard is held within the towers, but this curse presents a formidable obstacle.


They must follow close, Majesty. They must not leave the light.


You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.


I can't forge a weapon without starting a fire.


The rest of the note is pure gibberish, as far as I can tell.


Master Halsin would approve. I pray he still returns, Silvanus willing.


May as well crack it open, right?


It'll be quiet in the city. We'll have a little house, maybe a garden?


I'm not afraid of fire. They call us 'hellspawn' - maybe it's time they face a bit of hell in return.


Signum arcanum!<br>v3


<i>That would be a terrible idea. </i>


Lost your footing, have you?


Interfering with the magical staff of Sorcerous Sundries is prohibited. Any further transgressions, and you will be banned.


How can you look at his body and speak to me of <i>peace?</i>


Enough waiting around. Let's give it Hell, shall we?


We fly at your word.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


What's that in your pocket, sir?


*Your words are suitably convincing. A thief? Of course you aren't.*


Sound easy? It <i>ain't.</i> Come back when that half-wit's done wailin' and find out.


Do you hear the Absolute's voice, sister?


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


Long ago, some Infernal runes were cut into my back. I'd rather like to know what they say.


*Her offals smell irresistible, and while her bloodfeast has filled her, the hyena is not yet <i>sated</i>.*


<i>Uff. </i>Absolute has me feelin' pow'ful enough to run <i>over </i>that shitey gate.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 3


*'So it was that we were free from <i>ghaik</i> shackles and turned our blades on each other. The heavens were shattered, and one great empire was divided in two.'*


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


On your feet.


I'm sure Shar is powerful enough to take her own revenge. No need for us to get involved.


<i>Dammit all!</i>


Effort v7


Mother of Lusts - gone again!


Maybe my fingers are just too sausage-y for me to be a mage.


Open this cage.


*Its delicate harmonies turn to scrapes and scratches.*


You can do this, Rikka.


Not a single flash of resonance. Not only do you not carry Thorm's Netherstone - you don't carry Orin's.


Oh, you're a patient. This is the children's ward - triage is back that way.


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Agreed. Leave the waters to the fish and the aboleths.


Whether that enemy be <i>ghaik</i> - or the Dead Three.


When you gaze long into the abyss the abyss also gazes into you.


Oh, fancy.


<i>Tnak</i>, you're right. Whoever did this could be anywhere by now.


You again. Did you need something?


And there is more to come, but I promise it shall be worth it. Now, face the wall - and stay <i>absolutely </i>still.


Kerri, my sweet meat. I just need to know that what you did... that it wasn't my fault -


Maybe if I squint?


One less blight in the darkness. A thousand more to conquer.


Now either you learn to fix my broken shutters, or you wag your tongue elsewhere.


First step is the hardest.


Boo prefers a scratch behind the ears - but this shall do for you.


So, that's how the legend ends. The Blade of Frontiers, cast down to the Hells.


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


And, would you know it, little Slayer, so do I you.


It can't be. Another vile trick...


I serve no god but that which stares back at me in the mirror.


Remember: you are loved, Lenore. So much.


No opening this with that lock still on it.


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


Aha! Looks like I found... a piece of bone. How riveting.


So if it's a bribe you're angling at, well... this I have to hear.


Well, it would be a shame to leave these behind, wouldn't it?


You have become the Slayer - or has a Slayer merely found a host too weak to evict it?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


We have the hammer - we can free Orpheus.


<i>The artefact. </i>It is all that matters. Do you remember who sent you to retrieve it?


One touch and this will fall apart.


Come to my temple before you turn Gortash to carrion, and I will ready your friend's corpse to greet you.


This place certainly has an interesting... aroma to it.


Without delay.


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


<i>G'lyck</i>. I had a dream. As we all did, I suspect.


I was sure we wouldn't live to see the morrow.


Mind yer manners, now - or he'll throw ya in the pit.


I'm no Master Halsin, mind. He'd have your tadpole out like that. Still, we have options.


Shh. Love. Not here.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


No! No, fuck you and fuck everything you've ever done to me.


I trust you saw the amulet? Seems like useful magic.


He'll be hungry when he's back - I should prepare dinner.


Let's go blast a brine pool, then.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


A winged cat? Sure, why not? It's not even in the top five weirdest things we've seen.


It won't move. How disappointing.


Ah, I see the pattern. The writings are - fables. No, beyond fables. <i>Heresies.</i>


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


With justice does the hero rule.
Lead not the guiltless lamb to bloody slaughter,
Nor cleanse the lion's sins in sacred water.


Looks like there's a little shrine over there.<br>


Effort v4


And how will we step into his new and brilliant dawn?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


<i>Chk</i> - then stay, turn your back on your people. But you will never truly be free while our people are still bound by Vlaakith's chains.


SurpriseOh<br>var 2


Sorry - did you want something? Or just looking for a distraction?


Indeed. When my time comes, I do not think I will go quietly. Nor should you.


<i>I will not tolerate weakness. A strong ally requires strong will.</i>


Farewell. May the Oak Father keep you - for I will not.


Waste of a spell.


You make it sound so simple. She is the Chosen of Bhaal, Lord of Murder, and one of the cult's founders.


Either way, these corpses prove one thing: this is the city Halsin mentioned.


This is chaos. Need to find a way through.


*You cannot ignore it any longer - there are signs that Dark Justiciars were once a presence in this region.*


Do you wish for death?


I don't know what to make of this. Three artefacts is a positive glut of magic, yet my hunger only grows.


Do not falter. Victory looms.


Blood? No - oil. Leading right inside.


<i>Kill.</i>


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


To the best of my ability.


A whole fleet of nautiloids. How many 'True Souls' have passed through this place?


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


This is a place of faith. Do not sully it with pointless chatter.


Free to be hunted like a dog.


We are <i>not</i> paid enough for this!


Take heart, I'm here for you.


Whatever you wish! But with another pair is the only way we will both be happy to join you.


That's it? We're done with the conversation?


I just told you! A handful!


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


Not wanted. Not needed. <i>Leave</i>.


See? Isn't it so much quieter when dinner is already dead?


Don't want to draw any attention.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


*You see a dragon circling like a bird of prey. Hunting.*


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


*Every symbol seems to burn your eyes. You can feel them searing into your mind - into your soul.*


Sounds like someone's in trouble.


To stand against a devil in his own home. That takes courage. I'm with you.


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Weak


Gentlemen, I am quite certain that we are almost upon this most nefarious spirit!


Time for the niceties.


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


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


I smell a trap.


Afraid not - both the gossip <i>and</i> the Gazette have been drier than the Anauroch recently.


Leave none to hear it, then be set free;
This song is your oath, swear, swear it to me.


That beacon of angelic wrath has taken the fight to Ketheric on the rooftop, and the first line of defence are dead.


The pursuit of knowledge is neither evil nor good. Only in the <i>application</i> of such knowledge should one take on any moral imperative.


Wyvern, Assassin's blood - oh, I'm just listing all the poisons I know.


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


You're worse than Zevlor - at least he didn't put a price on our survival.


These footprints started in the sewers.


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


<i>After everything I've done for you.</i>


We made it this far, me and my ladies. I wish I could see a way forward from here. 'Can't dig a mine if you don't know where to stick your pick.'


Of course I deserve it, but the countless others they'd feed from...


I have nowhere else to turn, it seems. I went to the grove, but... I cannot face what has happened there.


*As suddenly as it started, you have tamed the Urge. It slumbers again.*


Better not die on me.


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


No loitering, no lollygagging, and <i>no </i>trespassing. This is a private estate.


Rugan!


Circled by devils and their dangling temptations - and <i>still</i> Wyll Ravengard chose the righteous path.


Hells. His mind crumpled like a piece of parchment.


Close Mouth Effort v7


To speak thusly takes little of my effort. Besides, what better use is there of time than discourse?


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Get up. Please. Please. Get up. If you don't get up, you will be disinherited!


More moonwitch nonsense.


Effort v10


Perhaps. Yet if I could run him through a thousand times, I wonder -


You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?


*His thoughts become yours. You are the Blade of Frontiers, racing through the wastes of Avernus after a diabolical figure blazing in flame. Racing after <i>you</i>.*


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Something for Gale.


Resisto ignem!


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Didn't take you for a percussionist.


It's all about the boffo yocks. We see who can tell the funniest stories, and the winner gets the prize!


Something to turn the tide.


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


Certainly.


No... something's wrong. You're no True Soul.


*Every abomination would be gutted and burned to ash.*


*You relax into the magic's embrace, giving yourself up to its control.*


The Emperor likely saved us because it needs us as pawns - we can't trust it.


*The corpse does not stir. It will answer no more questions.*


I'll balance the odds in our favour.


What, I have to go and pick it up myself? Ridiculous.


<i>Kainyank.</i> You will lay no hand on me tonight.


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


I can smell what's under those bandages, wizard. You're all rot and ruin.


A mind flayer. No way. I'm making my own future.


Today we witness near-perfection, Bhaalspawn. Your blood was foul before, but now you are twice-tarnished - the Unholiest Assassin.


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


See?


Conditions look right, but quite empty without all the other eggs.


Hells. That ale packs a punch.


And every time I make love in your shape, you will know. A shiver out of the blue, a tingle from beyond. You will know.


Gods damn it. And those were some good cattle. Got no patience for this!


It is time to depart. Are you ready?


Well. If you left, you must be back again. My, but how I amuse myself!


Intactilis sum!


These tracks... goblins?


The lowermost part of the Netherbrain. We need to climb higher if we are to stop it.


The gang said they'd seen you. Glad you made sure Ethel got what's coming.


It's unnerving. This place makes my skin crawl.


What is this bright tower? Strange.


There. I dun it.


I missed this smell. It is <i>invigorating</i>.


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


Hello. Someone's taken a knife to that tree.


I'd expect to find an intricate door like that in a grand chamber, not an underground tunnel.


Ain't looking to convert, True Soul. Gods mind their mess, I mind mine.


Play along with the Fist. We can deal with him later.


A man to be pitied, for all the bile he had in life. His was a lonely end, made a monster by these shadows.


Maybe. Can't tell if it's for eating or smoking though.


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


Grub... and you...


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


*The deception fails. You feel that something true to you is wrested from you as punishment, with nothing given in return.*


What a sight. We chose a powerful ally.


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


Oh goody. We've pissed off the immortal.


Wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


*A well-chewed spider carcass oozes on the ground.*


Welcome to Sword Coast Couriers - to Send and to Serve. Delivery guaranteed.


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


Thank the Absolute. They're all yours.


Really now?


I'm the thing that kills you, and the only reason you're alive. Made by a promise, undone by the truth. A handshake, a hug, the first beat of a newborn's heart.


Repositioning.


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


Hm. Nope.


On my way.


Where did the djinni find this crap?


Do come back when you do!


A True Soul parasite. You can absorb its potential like you did before.


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Dying


A dragon. Impressive, even as bones.


Come on, chief - get a hold of yourself!


Can't afford casualties now.


Fight!


Yes, you need some light. Keep whatever you find. I'm... unaffected, so far.


*You can save Faerûn from Karsus' evil, and the Absolute's in one fell swoop. Only, you might not live to enjoy it.*


So simple? As you wish...


Venenum!


You're right! What does some bleedin' outsider know that I don't? I'll be famous!


Good for you. Turn back now and I won't spread yer <i>business</i> all over that wall.


I'm not an idiot. I saw - argh.


Well, well well! I was certain you'd scupper our alliance in service of an ancient, petty grudge. You've surprised me.


Make it hurt.


Whatever face you believe lies beneath this mask, I assure you it is not that of a gaping fool.


Ah. Right. Might be I was a little rude. All drow're welcome in Bogrot.


No sussur bark. Maybe these are prototypes.


That so? I'll just help myself, then.


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


It doesn't. We're an odd team, but we <i>are </i>a team.


Circulus mortis!<br>v3


*There is a great pause, as if the entire universe had gone quiet - and you know the truth.*


He maketh good progress alone, but he doth miss the companionship of his champion, his one-time love, and doth hope some day to see them still.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


From the Underdark to a hag's lair? Like jumping from a pot into boiling oil.


I will keep you safe.


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, your grace. <i>Very </i>sorry.


I'll save you, I swear it!


Let's fix you up, my love.


Is that a promise?


Though, I will admit it's been tough recently. We've had to cut down our courier routes. Too risky with that army rampaging nearby.


Those are statues of Lady Shar... what lies down here?


At long last, the dynasty of Thorms shall be dethroned.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Mortalis!


Left... the... Underdark... way home... nearby...


I'd hoped  that, by now, you'd manage to demonstrate a little more gravitas. A little <i>leadership.</i>


You forget yourself, Orin. I have played my part.


Open, says-a-Minsc!


If you're here to beg forgiveness, save your breath. My cup and I are perfectly happy together.


I'm trying, I'm trying.


Listen up.


They paid a different price in the end.


Get moving.


*You have to understand it. Master it. Which means you need to find an expert.*


*As you tell your story, fatigue fills your body. Your head swims with the worst headache you've known.*


Was't your father a flounder?


*Your faith and dedication surrounds you, forming an impenetrable shield.*


Is this what you think? That I am an agent of the Illithid Empire?


No time for a lie-down.


Druids and Harpers joined together to put a stop to Ketheric Thorm. We marched on Moonrise and, after much fighting, we prevailed.


*It's possessing your mind, forcing you to... love it.*


*You feel a brief, lurching connection. The sensation of falling into your own image, endlessly.*


I bet I could hit that fancy one right on the nose... <i>POW!</i>


Now, if we're done, we have more important business to get on with.


Sob<br>var 1


Queen's blessing upon you.


Piloted by a headless zombie. Then how are the Watchers watching?


No.


Boo's little hackles are all askew. Something is not right.


What? No. Don't you dare. This isn't funny.


Out of my way.


Do not incur nature's wrath, fool.


Follow me. I know a refuge from the darkness. You can rest there.


I must <i>insist</i> you stay back. Constable Devella is on the case.


Gods, <i>oh gods </i>- this isn't happening.


Bringer of death... know... to our master...


Forgive me. My name is Mohan. I'm a... consultant, of sorts. Whenever someone worth knowing needs something worth having, there I am.


*They do not wait to hear your answer, perhaps scared to hear what it will be. Their mind - what's left of it - is already set on leaving.*


Of course, mistress.<br>


Centuries of work, all building to this. I can all but taste the power.


Ketheric Thorm is clearly important, but I wonder if there's more to it than that.


Changed your <i>what</i>...? No! Please!


There's no getting through.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


It's not about me. It's about every desperate soul Mizora will recruit to the Blood War, every life she snuffs out on Zariel's whims.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


It could say anything.


Gods, I can finally <i>think!</i>


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


*Should you attempt such a feat again, you will find yourself on the deserving end of justice.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Fight viciously, roar loudly, step boldly. Make yourself known.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Well, there's only one way to know for sure.


We need to keep looking for a way to get rid of these things - they've overstayed their welcome as it is.


*It croaks softly, calmed. But the frog's eyes watch your every movement.*<br>


Traitors - heretics!


A mind flayer ship? But Master Halsin was sure -


Snore
zzZzz


Lorroakan has his immortality at last. And we have lost a great ally.


Looks like the curse claimed some of the Absolute's followers as its own.


If I need to speak to a creature like you, I will do so. Begone.


We get along quite well, I think.


Attack Critical<br>


What was that thing inside her?


I don't think so, soldier. I feel fine! Might've gotten lost in the moment but believe me, I'm me.


Hm. What sort of 'curio shop' has authentic infernal objects?


Fine.


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


Lord Gortash is dead! Why are we still standing guard here like nothing's happened?


Maybe... some day...


Fair enough. Now that he's within reach, I don't intend to let him slip away.


Well, in theory it's simple: destroy Cazador, stop ritual. That's assuming we want to stop the ritual...


Try me.


You are wrong.


Oh?<br>


You'll frighten the birds.


Effort v6


Believe it or not, I can relate.


Hm, just thought of something.


Mm - you got a point. Likely to be all hobbled up, what with the lashings.


Z'rell will be glad to hear it. The scrying eyes only see so much.


Back to the fight.


An entire edition dedicated to one lord - dead or no - is a bit too much.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Glad Wyll saw sense. Even more glad he decided to stick around. Takes a pretty slick mover to track down ol' Karlach.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


Interesting.


Teeth sharp, claws out!


Fulgur!


Can't use that now.


You got a knack. Won't be long before the beasts break through.


I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully: The people who care about you aren't playthings. You don't get to toss them aside and then pick them up again when you get bored.


Drink orders people - yell it or lose it!


This place is darker than dark, as if the shadows could cast shadows.


I'll thank you to show yourself out.


Cal - answer me. Where is Lia?


Te video!


*Its weight reassures you. Shar's will and your destiny, right in your grasp.*


It's locked - from the other side. Wonder where it leads?<br>


Watch out! He's here to kill her!


Cosy fire.


You'll help me - right?


Don't bloody stand there gaping, get her!


Let me be. It seems my only friend is sleep.


You have stolen everything from me, illithid. And you will <i>suffer</i> for it!


COME ON.


If I did, I would not be standing here.


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


I have an itch in the worst place.


This'll boost you.


A statue of Selûne. This ruin must have been dedicated to her.<br>


Silvanus, steady my hands.


Best be on my way.


Ad vitam aeternam!


Got a set on you, all right. Almost makes me like you.


When the time comes for me to do my duty, stand aside.


But this time was different. He tried to kill me.


That orb - it's a scrying eye. Someone's watching.


<i>A pretty speech. It almost brings a tear to my eye. </i>


Aridissimus!


Something's here. Almost missed it.


Have to keep going.


Blasted eyes did a number on your friend, but there's still hope.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


Thick as a glob of unguent.


A critical step.


Must be close if it's hitting that hard.


What's this, Stone Lord? Bit late to change the terms of our deal - we've already begun.


Urdlen's teat, that's nasty!


An unnatural death. There's no coming back from that.


Really? Save your prayers for someone who at least had the spine to fight back.


No time to waste!


And what of Shadowheart? It took a lot for her to open her heart to you. She'll not exactly be pleased if you decide to break it for her...


I knew you were different to other True Souls when we lay together. Now I know it was the Prism that silenced the Absolute in those moments, not you.


Thwarted again. I must see to freeing that poor dog.


<i>Remember - only an illithid can dominate it. Use the parasite I gave you. </i>


Here on the surface, gender does not define one's role so strictly. There are weaklings of every sort.


More doppelgangers. The Absolute has won their loyalty, it seems.<br>


Shadowheart - aid us!


Something over there.


That would be wonderful, but our son is only two... and noisy.


There are Harper and druid symbols on their equipment - an interesting pair.


Your clear-mindedness is a testament to yourself, Gale.


A long road lies ahead before the Crown comes into our possession. All I ask for now is that you not dismiss this possibility out of hand. Please - at least think on it.


We will gather our wits and return to Menzoberranzan.


You've found a little bit of yourself again. Do not let Selûne take all of the credit - she may have lit the way, but it is you who took the step.


Sniff<br>var 1


Let nature empower my hand.


Attack Critical<br>


Jaheira says wait. So we wait.


Halt. You are engaged in unlawful entry. The Watch demands your arrest.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


*His violating stare sees more than all of you. It sees <i>potential</i>.*


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


If it cannot be Boo who pops inside my skull for a rummage, then I trust you.


This is <i>excellent</i> news.


Diminuo te!


Inaccessus!


I favour the hammer. But ignoring <i>her</i>, I mastered at a very young age.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Meditation Breathing


I do not get sick. I wrap. I bind. I bite. I eat.


Now's my chance - I need to get Vanra out.


Why am I not surprised?


Father - you're still alive? Hold on, I'm coming for you!


Ah! Thank the gods.


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


Quickly, then. I will mark the rendezvous point, should you lose your way.


Closer... I need to get closer!


I seek only one evil: a vampire spawn named Astarion.


Knew that wouldn't be enough for you.


<i>And to maintain the illusion of their own control above ground. </i>


<i>Double duties, half rations, now we can't even get a moment of bloody shut-eye.</i>


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


<i>Nnngh!</i>


Well then. Let's have a peek.<br>


How fares the search?


*Tonight's troubled rest is, as ever, overwhelmed by your killing fate. You dangle above a dark precipice, one move away from falling.*


No. I'd still be outside gathering herbs if I hadn't run into the goblins.


All this was to make you into what the Dark Lady needed you to be - the planning. The training. Those deaths in Waterdeep. It was all to groom you to replace me at her right hand side. And still, you threw it away.


Dying Deep Exhale


I will take the Orphic Hammer from Raphael's lair. The prince will be freed, so I might cleave him from brain to belly.


Dying


Where is the <i>famous </i>Lorroakan? His shop is an utter shambles!


Get lost.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)


I'm not made of magic, you know.


Unfortunately, it didn't account for an army of mad Underdark cultists.


Lord Gortash himself is the one pulling their strings. We are all better off for it.


You bastard. Get away! GET AWAY FROM ME!


And over there, Timothy! The mess you made last time we had to have a little talk, remember?


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


Sorry, I don't believe we've met. Or if we have, let's pretend we haven't.


No teeth. No tongue. Just trinkets, please.


Caveat incantator!


-----together-      -conquer--
    ---rule----
-COMMAND---


Just tell me what I need to know. Tell me your secrets.


She's dead. Finally we can rest.


Impero tibi!


No, those soft lads will never crack this case the way they're going.


Camp, huh? Guess I'll see you when I see you.


Horribilissimus!


More for me.


That smell... You used the sunflash grenade?


If I have to.


Ah, that would be the mind-<i>restoring</i> charm. I don't have any of those, sorry.


A well-chosen ally. In her suffering, she's found strength.


A commemoration of battles long past. Like the town itself.


I agree, it'll be good to get out of this place.


Look there - Benryn's wife. Miri, was it?


And when all of this is over, I will hug my children so hard that Rion might kill me from sheer surprise.


It is done. Ketheric Thorm is no more. Now the land can heal and the dead can rest, avenged.


Nothing. Perhaps it's activated from elsewhere?


Broken... fake... broken... fake...


Thank you for calming me - before I hurt my family.


Now she is Nightsong. Balthazar's greatest creation, and the source of my greatest strength.


First, Orin the Red, bloody dagger of Bhaal, causes panic in the streets through killings in the Absolute's name.


*There she stands, just as Elminster promised. Mystra. Goddess of the Weave. Mother of all magic.*


Halsin mentioned a place like this. Moonrise Towers inches ever closer.


The stones have failed us. What in nature's realm could possibly best a Netherbrain?


H-h-ahahaha!


Incredible. Every rock, every jewel tells a story.


She speaks the truth, <i>kith'rak</i>.


Take care, Karlach. And hopefully the next time I see you, I'll have something promising to report. Pocket any infernal iron you find along the way, hmm?


I never wanted to live forever. I just want to live good.


A bronze dragon and an elf. A powerful alliance, for sure.


Time to press ahead.<br>


Anyways, I come once again bearing a part of your dreadful inheritance.


Not a lot unless you want to set fire to the Baldur's Mouth Gazette headquarters.


Cal! Wretched gods, where have you been? Where's Lia?


The ecstasy of agony. The pain of the damned, distilled into pure bliss - beyond every climax you've known. The little death, writ large.


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


Hiding in plain sight.


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


WHY YOU HERE, HUH? Stupid customers. Stupid 'hygiene code'. STUPID JOB.


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


I sense some hesitation in you - speak, good sir.


The finder keeps, yes?


Watch those feathers fly!


Be there in a blink.


A clown's head?! Now that's fucked up.


It's stuck. Nothing for it but to stand my ground in battle. <br>


I'm fine with anything that keeps you from transforming into a mind flayer.


My pack... found me... fed me... gnome flesh...


Non movere!


Te exsecror!


All of the residents were guests, and all of the guests will be residents.


I sound like a charming rake, you mean? The hero everyone fawns over?


I can't see a thing.


Secrecy above all.


Da mihi facta!


And if you can't find what you're looking for in Sorcerous Sundries, I'll go check them all. But for now - get on with it!


Let's get you moving.


The Emperor is a <i>ghaik</i>! It acts on its own whims - it is no friend to us.


Gone. Swallowed up by the shadow curse.


Ah, go on, ain't bothered muckin' my blade with ya. But mind your manners.


If they're right about the sahuagin, I may take up another line of work. Though nothing seems safe these days.


I'll be no trouble, my friend. Name a location and I'd be happy to meet you there.


Veni et iuva me!


I'd advise you to go back the way you came.


Wake up, True Soul. We must talk.


Victory<br>


Nah, I work hard to stay off the Guild's map. Don't wanna get on the lady's bad side.


On this matter, I have held small council with Boo. If the worm is lodged within our skulls, should it be not be possible to simply -


Oh no, nothing like that - I'm fit as a fiddle. It's just that certain things are... <i>eluding me</i>.


<i>I doubt this will be the last time you are approached. </i>


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


Damn. That didn't work.


Nuffin' in his pants except a coupla coins and some lousy poem.


Aqua pura!<br>v3


We'll protect the grove, no matter the cost.


What's a little rummage between foes?<br>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Strike from the shadows.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


Never again. You hear me? <i>Never.</i>


It is not in a githyanki's nature to say 'thank you'. Or at least - not in mine.


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


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


I did not consent to <i>questions</i>. But I suppose you have undergone a great deal to reach this place, and anything I tell you cannot compromise me now - for you will either leave on my terms, or not at all...


Te exsecror!<br>v2


Effort v8


Erased... forgotten... we are... <i>drider</i>...


Orin relished tormenting this poor soul.


This is it. I'm almost home.


No - I won't hear of it. Not until we know there's absolutely no other way.


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


Hah! So you're going to pay slave wages <i>and</i> undercut the locals?


Death is nature's final slumber - it awaits us all. Do not punish yourself over those lost, or give in to despair - not while there are still folk in need of your help.


Mum won't let me touch the animals. Bet you don't have to ask your mum to pet a stupid cat.


One last choice, and starve no longer.


I should retrieve the amulet - the monk's spirit should be here when I open Shirra's tomb.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Invoco te<br>v3


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


I welcome thee to the Devil's Fee, where every hellish curio is a - <i>Oh</i>. It's you.


I better get a 'thank you'.


You know who you should talk to? Mol. She's my... boss, I guess. Good at finding stuff.


Propera!


Citius!


*This woman sees a fairy tale hero in the making. But you are the grinning villain. You always will be.*


An ally in need.<br>


You bastard - you lied to me. You said Arabella was all right!


You will die as you have lived, a heretic, forgotten, and unloved. Blood to blood is Bhaal's sacrifice. And I shall be the knife that spills it.


Now, if you'll excuse me, I've really said rather to much and written rather too little. Good day.


If I could summon coppers with my mind, I wouldn't be working in a tavern, now would I?


Attack Critical<br>var3


You killed the bloody ball you lunatic! Get over here!


Something stirs. Let it taste death.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


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


I want to be with someone who's sure about me. Someone who wants me as much as I want them. It seems like that isn't you.


Glad that caught my eye.


We should hurry to the Inquisitor.


Better not die on me.


Goblin tracks. You can practically smell the filth.


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


Balthazar, a necromancer lap dog of Ketheric Thorm's.


Ooh. Looks expensive.


The duke's still alive? Hold on, I'm coming!


Voco vineae!<br>v2


I knew it. The moment you came through that door I just knew.


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


This is it, then. Let's uncover that tomb and reunite the spirit with his kin.


I'll come to you tonight, when you're snugly wrapped in your bedroll and we can have a little privacy.


Oh, my hand slipped.


Pizzled rancour!


Raphael delivered. And then I was delivered to him.


Whatever it is, the Absolute has a powerful hold over them.


We threw them back once. If you're with us... perhaps we can do it again.


<i>Drugh. </i>Fine. Besides, we got shit to do. Gold ain't gonna hoard itself.


What comes now?


Hostium munera!


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Bah - what does it matter? You implored me to stay with you, only to reject me.


I ain't parleying with more Twat-Souls. And you got the stench.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


*'The Apple'. The painting depicts a red-haired man stealing a shiny apple from a cart in an open-air market.*


Isobel...


All right. What now?


Not yet, anyhow.


Not working.


It is sealed off to me, to the whole world. Forever, perhaps.


This beast didn't go down without a fight.


But if the druids won't abandon this ritual of theirs, it will be trouble - for <i>all </i>of us.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Isobel - she <i>cannot </i>fall!


Whatever we need, we can get in Wyrm's Crossing.


A bizarre tale - but it fits this idiot, somehow. But if he's back to himself...


The drider's light protects us. Don't wander off, unless you want to be devoured by shadow.


A dragon. Gods preserve me.


*Your apparent naivety is not convincing enough. Accident or not, you're about to be arrested.*


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


*Dawnmaster Seed.*


*The pillar is cold and inert.*


A private word would be nice.


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


Recovered


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


Crack in wall... by Mattis and Silfy...


*Is Lady Shar punishing you? Or perhaps testing you? Is it the tadpole, or a curse? You cannot say.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


More drow. Fist - at the ready!


Interesting.


Not this one you won't. Now piss off.


Looks like we can be friends after all.


I hear the Absolute in you.


I won't rest. Not while those yellow freaks are after me.


Brynna... Andrick...


I wonder what that did...


Then fall back. I'm not letting him slip through my fingers again.


Maior, fortior!


I will never forget you - that much I promise. And if one day you feel differently, I would be honoured to have you as my Chosen.


I can't hold it any longer!


*The boar grunts and eyes you warily with its beady eyes.*


Dead. Good.


We seem to be missing a person. Where's Astarion?


Survive? I did not! it was my favourite death yet!


I've suffered so many bruises, bore so many blows, all to earn Vlaakith's favour.


Such mockery only harms you, child.


*The blade feels cool as it pierces your flesh. There is no pain, only the need to sleep... sleep... sleep...*


Yes, but who knows what's inside? It could be worth more than any purse she'll offer.


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


I must attend to my students. Be on your way.


No traps, please.


She says that will be all.


Did they see me?<br>


There is no greater aberration of His deathly will.


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


Oh, if it isn't the <i>conquering heroes</i> I read about in the Gazette! I'm not buying it, pal. Sling your hook.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


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


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


That might be worth a look.


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


A lone cub isn't much of a threat...


Do you mind?


Slain by the Lord of Murder, and risen again to save Baldur's Gate. This is stupendous!


Bloody hate them, no matter what the Mouth says.


A brutal death - Orin deserved nothing less. May we all be so lucky.


Not a good end. Doubly so if your little girl's asking strangers to find you.


This leads to Menzoberranzan. Takes me back to my mispent youth...


No use. Some mechanism holds them shut.


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


Sunlight giving you a headache? You're not supposed to stare right into it, you know.


Would you have joined up with them if you'd known they'd be indulging in this sort of thing, Astarion?<br>


Not a dagger - a spear. My Lady Shar's spear.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


First in my heart.