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


Attack Critical<br>var2


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Though - you might want to speak to Halsin first. He turned up a short while ago.


Oh, I'm <i>very </i>sorry. If you're offended, feel free to make a complaint.


Sod this for a game of soldiers.


I smell a trap.


He is... he is...


Ut ventus!<br>v2


Can't you hear it?


Hardly a conversation I'll relish.


<i>Lord Astarion, the armies of the undying must join this fight.</i>


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


It does. Thank you.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


Of course! Boo could use an extra friend to play 'chase the Boo', seeing as none here are quick enough.


Their will must have been too weak to resist the Absolute's call. The rest of us remain pure.


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


Omeluum would want me to continue its work, and I have a rudimentary understanding of its hypothesis.


Come.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


Stay low.


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


How neither one of us is free. How Cazador's still out there - how you're... you're coming to the end, aren't you?


Yes. I suppose I might offer passage. But first - we hunt.


They're supposed to be our friends.


Ah, it smells the exact same. Ten years on, but still home. Incredible.


Stay strong, my love.


A Magic Mouth spell. Must be important.


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Believe it or not, I did. You're certainly... different.


Timmask and torchstalks. Great.


Cresceat scientia!


JUST TRY IT, ZARIEL! COME ON!


Markings on the floor... looks like these statues can be moved.<br>


Effort v10


A drow or a drink, sweeting? There is no thirst I cannot quench.


Those glyphs are Thayan - I have seen too many corpses tainted with the mark.


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


I've got to finish this, now. Bye!


The time for planning is over! Follow me, brothers - into her hairy embrace!


You festering bubo!


Skulls and more skulls. A rabid badger keeps a cleaner den than this.


Really? You seem a little banged up.


Marvellous. You treat your friends as a butcher leading cattle to the slaughter.


Recovered <br>V2


You are indomitable, aren't you? I'm so happy for you, Karlach.


What would Mystra think if she saw this place? Perhaps she knows already.


And what if you did? It is not the timbre of my voice that matters; it is the wisdom it can impart to you.


<i>My apologies. I hope the experience was not too unpleasant.</i>


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


Didn't work. Need to try a different sequence.


Your best is all you can offer. I'll ask for nothing more.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


Don't think they would've minded if I didn't wake up afterwards.


My strength is your strength.


She'll cure me of my affliction, and I'll finally be free.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Non movere!


Gods, what was that dream?


Didn't I tell you to move along?


*You dodge her blow, but as you regain your footing, you can see the pain in her eyes.*


How did you cure it? The Bite?


A mistake. All of it.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


No! Stop him! And get me out of this!


What life is left to you now, I wonder? A slow decline? A sudden, painful extinguishing? Bhaal does not forgive.


Dying Panic Fall


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


All they left was a message, which I passed on, didn't I? Don't be stressing.


Well done. The world's better off without it.


Boo likes all of our party well enough - but return when there are not so many of you.


Inactive. I should look around.


Man... buying heirlooms... vulture. Challenged him...


Let's see what this does.


Best help before it gets worse.


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


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


We might be clear of those monsters' ship, but we still have their spawn inside our heads. We need to get rid of them while we still can.


Wildshape... that was no ordinary bear - that was a druid. Need to see the corpse.


I still can't believe he left you in charge of the shop.


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


<i>Yes.</i> Love when they cry. Love when they bleed. Delicious.


Another gith disc. Another thing to show Lae'zel.


Recovered <br>V3


<i>(Do as she says. Now!)</i>


Vincit qui patitur!


Resist it!


*A quick transaction, and your problem is miraculously resolved.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


Calm down, mate. The cleric has this place secured.


Yes, you did. But I might as well spare you the disappointment.


Told you to keep away from there, didn't I?


If you're looking for a handout, try elsewhere. We're focusing on our own now.


Selûne... had life turned out differently, I might have been kneeling in prayer here.


That makes you our best bet. Hope it's a good one.


<i>(I'm happy to describe the wonders that lie between their covers, but I'm afraid purchasing them is simply out of the question.)</i>


<i>While I would love to report the Mermaid as nothing but an absolute hive...</i>


I think we can go through here - with a bit of force.<br>


Oh, you'll see.


Effort


Astarion will return to me. Our family will be whole again.


Ugh... but if that's what it takes to get them out of my house, <i>fine</i>. Get on with it.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


Who cares what the illithid thinks. If we can get Orpheus on our side, we're golden.


The longer the parasite lives, the more of us it consumes.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


You are our guide now, my lady. Lead us to the Nightsinger's embrace.


An intriguing pair. Takes me back to my youth...


A wise choice, under the circumstances.


Not the freshest, but it will do.


Last night was perfect. Almost perfect.


<i>We're very close now.</i>


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


Gortash plans to name himself Archduke. A terrible shame, to miss such a historic event.


There is not.


Oh. I saw a key earlier with those same markings.<br>


But, our leader here has made the dire mistake of failing to sleep with me so far, and it's a mistake I have been <i>aching </i>to correct.


Heh. And I thought I was the mother hen.


I have fought hollow shells of men who clawed for more life as if it was their gods-given right. And not a one of them would've known what to do with it if they had succeeded.


The Netherbrain is dead. To slay a <i>ghaik</i> was my sworn duty. I must call out to Tu'narath - my ascension's at hand.


All business? Very well, I can respect that.


This is Lolth's descent into the Underdark. Looks like her drider champions tearing open some mind flayers.


A quiet little word.


Tu es nihil!


A pleasant exchange.


Giant mushrooms? I've never seen anything like them.


Viconia DeVir. If only Shar would bless <i>me</i> with the forgetting of your face.


*The spirit's aura flickers, changes. She is confused, lost - dragged here unwillingly by a man who refused to let her leave.*


A diabolist's shop! <i>On your guard</i>, Boo - they like to use noble little hearts in their filthy rituals.


<i>Straj! </i>Is this to be our fate?


That was a sudden exit from the stage. Can't help but wonder where she's gone.


This should do you some good.


It'd take an age to hack through all this.


Thank you. Now I have plenty of specifics to worry about. That wasn't what I meant, though...


Be wary, this place is trapped.


(Oh, gods... I knew the blasts were getting closer...)


EffortMouthOpen<br>var 2


The githyanki from the mind flayer ship. A shame he didn't survive.


Well! To each their own.


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


Zarys! The swordhar's down!


Are those prisoners? What's been done to them?


This necklace's sigil was also in the cave. The Harpers have been unusually active here.


My crèche had one of these too. The stricter the discipline, the stronger the soldiers.


I remember. You were on the <i>gh'ath</i>. The nautiloid. You carry a tadpole.


Slaughter them!


The book said I'll need to fight myself. And I don't think it meant metaphorically.


I knew it - I <i>knew </i>someone would come for us. Whatever you need, we've got your back.


Ulma, gather your hunters! It's time to slay some monsters.


Bring the Prism to Baldur's Gate. I'll be waiting in a taproom called Sharess' Caress. That is where we decide the fate of my people.


I hope they burn him! I hope he chokes on his final words!


Here goes nothing.


I'll be at your back in our next fight. Remember that.


Still, I've had you once. I'm sure that's more than enough.


Resisto mortem!


Answer now, or see what happens when fools misuse my valuable time.


Necrotic magic. Best avoided.


A war devil's horns. You'd have to suffer a grueling battle to take these.<br>


A victory won with words is a victory all the same.


Let the man breathe! That Watcher sent him flying.


There's dark magic in this blade. The glaive from the druid's notebook, no doubt.


Whatever the mind flayers' plans were, those dragons spoiled them. That doesn't make our situation less dangerous.


And I will rip apart your own flesh if you refuse me and find a way to let Orpheus go free.


I wonder if this is worth the cost.


I never thought the legendary Blade of Frontiers would surrender his father for freedom.


Obedi me!


The hells with this. I'm here to save you.


Need to get something done? Got plenty of tools for that.


Right. I'll be outside.


The battle won't be won down here.


<i>Heel</i>, hellhound!


Jaheira took me to one side - told me the whole party are against me. That she was the only one bold enough to do what needed to be done.


Anyone could be infected, so we're checking all new faces. No exceptions.


Its magic will quell the parasite in an instant.


Silence can be very powerful, you know. Especially when it saves our lives.


Worship death though I do, I refused it. I roamed the Coast, gathering those who still held Bhaal in their black hearts.


I missed you so much! When I heard the screams, I thought... I thought...


I'll smear your flesh on this canvas.


I had hoped you would change your ways, after I last spoke to you - but no.


What do we have here?


The Zhentarim - mercenaries and cut-throats. Useful friends, if you can afford them.


Perhaps not for long. The Absolute may yet put us out of our misery. I may see my parents again sooner than you think...


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Sol Invictus!


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


That's an understatement if I ever heard one.


All <i>this. </i>Getting ready, like.


Huh?


A note, hidden beneath the canvas.


This is the stuff of fables.


He got right up and pushed me back. I was so surprised that I just laughed. He did too.


Checking things out.


Hells, this place is on the verge of collapse.


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


Would you look at that. No shadows.


Vessels hidden within the undead? Ingenious, if perhaps a touch disquietening.


These must be the trapped toys. Handle with care.


Invoco te!<br>v3


It's our chest now. We can do whatever we want with it.


Mystra hasn't seemed inclined to hand out second chances so far. None she'd have me survive, anyway.


Damn right - I'm gonna make this carcass talk.


The some sorry tale as yours, then? Bizarre as it is - it explains how this idiot wound up serving the Dead Three.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


I <i>can't</i>. I have no fight left in me. Nor the strength to survive what's to come.


But we can settle debts later, Nine-Fingers. For now, we need help - we're searching for Minsc of Rashemen.


Attack<br>var 2


<i>(Nasty interferer. Rotten to the core...)</i>


Wait. Perhaps we <i>shouldn't</i>. You're not the one I need to talk to, are you? Not really.


By Avernus - <i>Florrick.</i>


Merchants like any other. Though we tend to see opportunity where others don't.


Rest in peace, wherever you are.


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


That's a first. Usually when they go like this, someone ends up dead.


Ah. Hadn't actually thought of that.


Someone's hidden a chest in the hay.


Of course.


*You watch as he stalks towards the forest. Stronger. More confident. Ready to hunt.*


The Oveerseers are going to burn us alive for this. Our families. EVERYONE!


Don't worry. I'll free you.


Gotta do it quick, and alone - any of your mates step in, you lose. Time runs out, you lose.


Your life, much like your words, is meaningless, whelp. End the latter to save the former.<br>


I am not interested in being in any love triangle that involves <i>Gale</i>.


My faith protects me.<br>


Freshened up and ready to fight.


Is something... crying?


I am Vlaakith. Undying Queen of the noble githyanki. God Regent of the Six Arms of Tu'narath.


Effort v5


Tsk. You've been spending too much time with young Karlach - it's affecting your manners.


Now, through you, I've been given a new chance. You can go where I cannot. And I can protect you from that evil.


<i>It has become something more - a Netherbrain.</i>


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Good craftsmanship wasted on Selûne. Maybe it can be repurposed somehow.


Karlach! My dear, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. How long has it been? Five years? Six? I'm delighted to see you again.


We'll have to keep an eye out for more.


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


I offered her the chance to join the Society, but she refused. Her experiments on sussur bark took priority.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Snore
zzZzz
v3


The editor will be in for a surprise tomorrow.


Inactive. What powered the one on the nautiloid?


Agreed. We could scarcely find a worse figure to trust even if we tried.


Bugthimble don't back down for nothing!


Looks like there's a temple under this place - and something deadly sealed inside it.


When I pictured this moment, I thought I'd feel more in control. Yet here I am, with palms sweatier than a bugbear's armpit.


I reckon I'll be able to charge double for that room once the Constable's done with it. Murders and ghosts are always grand for business.


Go on, then. Why are you still here talking to me?


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Ready and steady, 'Digger.


He knows me - and you - better than that. You should reconsider his offer.


All these horns'll make fer good trophies... uh, no offence.<br>


All goods are subject to inspection and taxation.


Effort v4


<i>Zhak vo'n'ash duj</i>.


Want to make yourself useful? Do something about these <i>vermin </i>running amok in my ancestral home!


Lily... My sweet girl...


Clausus!


My only complaint is you didn't want to share. I wouldn't mind indulging myself.


Go on! Get up!


Weapon blueprints. A master blacksmith's work.


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


Attack Critical<br>


A pressing matter.


Eat me once, shame on you. Eat me twice - WATCH IT!


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


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Sit in silence while those cultists enslave my city? I'd rather... <i>ugh!</i> My damned head.


A parasite - take it. It might be useful.


Hag's curse, I guess.


Interesting. I'll keep that in mind.


If only Nickels could see us now...


He must have returned to the grove.


Malleus! v2


On my way.


*Geraldus' nerves are nothing to do with Jaheira, and everything to do with the doppelgangers beside him. He's using 'Selûne's Tears' as some kind of code.*


But alas, these goblins seem to thrive on the crude and primitive.


Something tells me I might regret this. I'm counting on you to prove me wrong.


Gale - no!


Gods - this place is nice, but I can't wait to sleep under an actual roof again.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Something's on my mind.


Broken. Need to find another way.


At least we can do it together. The hidden joys. The little secrets.


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


I shall handle it.


You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do.


Ya ain't gonna shoot me. Yer hands are shakin'.


You look positively wretched. Perfect.


<i>No! The Judge has spoken. The crime must be punished!</i>


A shame my first brush with the famed Elminster couldn't be a tad more... optimistic.


And. Erm. Thank you.


Big commotion out in Grey Harbour, according to the B-Mouth. I figure it's just Ol' Cholms having indigestion.


A brazen attack, for such lowly creatures. They must have been seeking something - or someone.


Or else what?


Those things are trouble. The less magic, the better.


*The well doesn't look too deep, and the old bucket rope feels strong enough.*


Aha!


They're not wrong. We're bound together, no matter what comes.


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


Feh, is that grunny on your face?!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Blood and bits of armour. Worrying.


He won't ever let you die.


Attack Critical<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Wait - why did that strange dog collar just vibrate?


Lucky for us, a group of adventurers found a way to bring the city back.


Out, foul deformity!


Closed Mouth Effort v8


After centuries of this rancid defeat, I rejoice. For today, I meet the true definition of failure.


Stupefacio!


This whole place reeks of necromancy.


Bring me into battle.<br>


Buff


Oh. You. Hello, I suppose.


I really fell for you, you know. But then... something about you changed. I can't be at such odds with you <i>and </i>be your lover. Not anymore.


I shall never relent.


After Talus died, Carrion blindfolded me and took me to a strange place. A foul, ancient place, somewhere the living wouldn't dare to tread.


You are just lost, Jenevelle. Selûne will show you the way home, in time -


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


I find it hard to believe she's still pining over that <i>commoner</i>.


We are free, aren't we? We will not bother you at the surface, you have my word on that.


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


You did? But how - how do you live with yourself?


So, the 'Nightsong' is the source of Ketheric's invulnerability. Perhaps its powers could be turned against him.


Victory v3


Oh, bless this wretched head - of course! Here - compensation for your loss. A thousand good tidings upon you!


Drunk young patriars, naked in the fountains! Ah, civilisation...


A Tollhouse.


Not now. I'm trying to figure out what type of villan puts oranges and onions in the same box.


Is this the first time I've caused a child's death?


Hopefully it comes no closer.


Bloody arm is killin' me. 'Ere's to the best sedative there is - BOOZE.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


You didn't see it. Didn't see what the Dark Justiciar did.


*The device is inert, and unresponsive.*


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


*There is another. The abomination wrapped in flesh you saw in the colony. Orin.*


And that's where we'll find those missing letters.


Sorry yer ladyship... didn't mean nothin' by it. I'm here to serve.


Speak, and let's be done with it.


No prayers needed. On my way.


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


Please, enjoy yourselves. Make the most of the festivities, you never know when it'll be your last chance...


But know this: If you do not possess the stone he requires, he will cleave you straight through.


Argh, the poison. It's too much. It's too late...


Truly? A soft heart is not always a virtue. You have sought our help just in time.


Effort v9


You think you're fit to wield the stones? A slipshod butcher, dull-skulled, unable to think, to create, to worship.


That's not it. Maybe it's someone's birthday or... gods, I hate these things.


<i>Flaming</i> Fist is right - the whole barn will burn down next if they don't get a handle on the troublemakers here!


Weak


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Good. Go now. And do not wake me again.


Attack Desperate


Thou didst claim a place in the pantheon, thy divinity unassailable, the Karsite Weave obeying thy every command.


You worship Shar? Blimey. She and my beloved Mystra are not exactly friends.


And Minsc shall be your undoing!


Hm. Seems like the best way.


What just happened?


That skull - something's happening to it.


Time!


No staying down on my watch.


That's that, then. Is this some new art trend I've not been made aware of?


This need not be a parting, so long as you fight on. You and I can each roam apart, until nature compels our paths to cross once again.


It's coming apart - I need to get to the helm!


In today's papers - 'Steel Watchers Save City from Deep Gnome Assault'!


You think you can hurt me? This'll be good!


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


SmileClosed<br>var 5


I can tell when we're getting close to a mind flayer area because everything starts to smell purple.


A poor word-kiss.


Undead crushed underfoot. The Dawnlord certainly knows how to make space for new life.


Now they've got city walls and Steel Watchers to get through.


Hey. Hi. You're here. What're you, then?


Stay vigilant - there are traps here.


Scab-licking vagrant!


This disappearing act is starting to get irksome.


Dead... by Orin's hand, but no less our fault.


Aw, come on. I'm wounded! That wizard burned me sumfin' proper.


Piss off, the lot of youse.


<i>You would be altered in mind, body, and soul beyond all recognition. </i>


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Like the book said - I've to get through this maze without getting caught or triggering a trap. Simple... I hope.


There isn't a <i>bit</i> of colour in those cheeks, petal! Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


Resisto mortem!


That fact that she knows where I am - where I might be going - doesn't exactly delight me.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


It is only justice, then, that we put a boot upon <i>hers</i>.


I know what's in that head of yours better than you do, girl. My name.


Hang on a tick, I recognise that face. You were talking to Yannis after I left the temple, I'll bet she's put you up to something.


On my way.


That doesn't look comfortable.


Let us see what this does...


It is well for you that Boo's heart is as soft as his rump.


Kill them all! <i>Bhaal's will be done! </i>


*If you do not, then he will flay and shred your mind, so it cannot even comprehend the horrors he will plague you with.*


Effort


Victory v2


That can't be...


If there is one thing Minsc hates more than beasts with bad breath -


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


These chests are empty...


Probably not the last time that'll happen.


Don't waste a step.<br>


Back on duty in a moment. Just... a moment.


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on the githyanki nearby.


Well - you'd be a succulent meal. I would like to have gorged.


That doll there. Something's... off.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers. Their corpses dissolve when they die.


If you read the Baldur's Mouth Gazette, it's an opinion you'll <i>never </i> hear. Lord Gortash makes sure of that.


So what do we do now?


Victory v3


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, ma'am. <i>Very </i>sorry.


Sure...


Can't undo. Can't forget.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Ex Textura!


The thing I hunt has eluded me too long. The hag can have what she wants, so long as she helps me find him first.


The <i>ghustil</i> tampered with it. Traitor - and there may be more still! This must be why the Inquisitor's come.


I'll make you seem as ruined as the rest of the people here. A simple glamour to make you a terrible wretch.


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Effort v2


Come - one last push, my friend.


Just take it and go.


Whoa, did you see those redcaps? That was wild!


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


A-allergic? You mean just the beer can kill us?! G-get out of my way. I need some fresh air.


I'll squeeze that stone heart until it bleeds, dwarf.


Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.


<i>It pleads because it knows I am its master. I will finish this.</i>


Got yourself in trouble? Shame.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


How... succinctly put. Indeed, he is terrified.


Keep your eyes sharp. Anyone could be a traitor.


Someone's made a fake devil head? A gruesome hobby if you ask me.


Hmm... what's that?


How do we get closer to Her?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


If Jaheira trusts you, I trust you. But I'll be damned if a bug-brain don't creep me out.


Risum teneatis?


Hells. I had my fill of tentacles on the nautiloid.<br>


But you're too late, the master entered the ballroom and had me seal the doors behind him. They will not to be opened until his business is done.


Forget it - it's blocked from behind.<br>


That cage won't last!


Lady Shar's command... Waterdeep, deception... <i>slaughter</i>...


Now go on. The Short Father may send me an actual paying customer today.


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


Voco glacies!


Oh - I feel refreshed.


Seems like a good moment to talk.


Yes...? Isn't every day a lovely day for a drink?


I feel lighter, unburdened, as if the softest push could send me drifting away.


Dodge


Best be on my way.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


The master is preparing the Black Mass. Beneath his palace. There's a defiled chapel - it was hidden there the entire time. Hidden from us all.


YOUR TINY MIND HAS FAILED TO SEE ITS TRUE POTENTIAL. AKABI PITIES YOU.


I'm here.


Recovered <br>V2


I should have resisted. It should have... been different.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


I want you to join me. I want you to <i>live</i>, Karlach. We can have a life together, even in Avernus. A <i>real </i>life.


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


((*the songs we sing now carry your spirit. you shall now be called <b>Kin Spirit</b>*))


I'm indispensible, aren't I?


<i>We have enough to worry about in the present.</i>


One last binge is just what we needed, because tomorrow, we wake up as Flaming Fists!


Thousands were sacrificed, and the servant become lord. I am sure you're quite pleased with yourself.


Safe... Secrets...


Let's see what we have here.


No. But I know only a true champion can awaken the wyrm. I thought only Ulder could succeed. With his death, the duty falls to his son.


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


Until next we meet! Is there anything else I can help you with?


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


No doubt a wizard has opinions on this darkness - <i>she</i> will want to meet you.


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


*Your companion's smile is broad and happy. It's a brave new world for you both.*


And use it to do more than fight, I'd hope. Shar and Selûne have already claimed more than their share of your years, I think.


Locked tight - there must be another way through.


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


Show no mercy, Boo!


Hope can help. The Hammer is here, in this House - it's...


Should mind my step.


To kill one's enemies with a well-rounded phrase... that is true power.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Squeeze a silk blanket in there and you'd have all the makings of a pleasant evening.


My love.


I shall die before I yield.


Best not touch those webs or I'll end up as a meal.<br>


Can we just get this done, please? I want to get below before -<br>


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


Oh - aren't you looking for a protection spell?


This view's almost worth the walk.


Tampered or not, we need to get these things out of our heads. Let's find another way.


Te adstringo linguam!


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Lae'zel is still back there. Should I just abandon her?


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


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


I doubt you know the first thing about choosing pigeon meat. As such, I'll be ignoring you starting... now.


Now that thou art illithid, thy soul is forfeit, for illithids have them not. Thou must have been aware of this when thou chose thy fate.


*You sniff the corpse like the gore-bound truffle-hog you are.*


That can be arranged. If there's enough coin on the table, Mammon permits almost anything.


We should be getting drunk, at least. It's no fun waiting for death sober.


Well, this doesn't look foreboding at all.


I feel... empty. Totally empty.


Upstairs, downstairs - all over the place.


I may have lost Wulbren. But I found a far preferable ally. <i>Friend</i>, even.


What.


Questions should never bring you regret, my friend. Answers are another matter.


Huh. Must have been some other oozing, stinking lump floating downstream.


Leave it. Whoever's inside doesn't want an audience, and I don't want a fight.


Steel Watch will be up and running in no time. Gortash'll see to that.


One of many worlds.<br>


Oh, because it wasn't quite crowded enough up here already.


...I hope that arsehole died afraid.


*You were seen trying to move a body. You're being reported.*


Hold on! I'm coming.


Take flight, Boo!


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


I serve you death on a plate, and still you refuse to eat.


Forget whatever it was you saw. It's all beyond you now anyway.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


On the hunt.


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


How about now? Want to talk now?


Canto te!


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


<i>The Annals of Karsus</i>... The preamble to a civilisation's downfall, committed to parchment by the very hand that wrought its destruction.


A place of offering to the Dark Lady. May she embrace the entire world.


Do not falter.


Damn right. We'll keep them busy - this isn't their last dig.


She deserved better than that.


With the Nightsong at our side, we will crush Ketheric quickly.


Here goes nothing.


Karlach, <i>please</i>... I'm not ready to go on without you.


Helping first, and harming after! Justice dines to a set menu, Nine-Fingers - and Boo <i>will </i>be having seconds.


<i>At this point, nobody can control the brain. And it knows it. We must seize the third stone before it breaks free!</i>


How are we supposed to see if torches won't work here?


You speak heresy.


Dying Freezing to Death


What was that?


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


As I already am.


Ugh... I'm fading. I need a pick-me-up. Something with the essence of the Weave.


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


Maybe she was waiting for one of us to find this place ourselves. Free will, and all that.


Throat if you can. Wrist if you can't.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


I will travel to the Upper City, find what allies I can.


Come. We scout the roads and scan the skies for children of Gith. They will lead us to a crèche.


If you fancy playin', talk to Krolla.


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


The stink of that place might never wash out.


No one in the grove will suspect their true enemy walks among them.


The General resides at Moonrise Towers, but you cannot simply travel there. The land surrounding the Towers is blighted by a deadly curse.


I am air, I am light, I am free.


BLOOD! BOOOAL DEMANDS BLOOD!


Why you succulent schemer! Good thing I've a hankering for <i>horns.</i>


Better not let too much be spilled. As much as I'm enjoying the show, we may still need them afterwards.


Can't leave an ally stuck.


Eh. Wait. Welcome <i>back</i>, my lord.


It's the chair. Honestly, I'd get up off of it if I were you.


The <i>zaith'isk</i> is working as intended.


A little gratitude would be nice.


If there is some path yet undiscovered, some means of prising success from the maw of perdition... I believe I'm standing before the very wizard for the task.


<i>Ohoho. </i>Fancy yourself, do ya? Care to pin that claim down with some <i>coin? </i>


HaHEE! Eternally cursed then, my spirit be!


You need to find her - and soon. Who knows how many people she's hurting?


*The myconids' harmonies waver, then resume. The notes carry a new air: forgiveness.*


But your magic, and I say this with love, is falling a little short, right? Something is wrong - Auntie Ethel can always tell.


If I know you at all, you chose this fate to spare someone else a worse one. So I think it suits you.


Buff


So, Shadowheart chose her family over her god.


Quit knocking around in there!


What a delightfully secluded alley. I would have been in my element here, once.


Another slate. Lae'zel should have a look.


Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a temple to run and a high priest to replace.


Not quite the outcome intended, but I must say - the technique was <i>excellent</i>.


Gods, we just... we didn't know what we were <i>doing.</i> We heard a voice in the wreckage - my daughter's voice.


By my eye, that blade's magical. What do you think, Gale?


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Now you mention it, he brought his own wine with him to the Mermaid last night. Strange smell it had, kind of metallic...


Of course. Perhaps there is something you want to tell me, that you can't talk to anyone else about?


It's <i>necessary</i>. Besides, Wulbren wouldn't let anyone innocent get hurt.


Outta my face, ugly.


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


New to the city, are you? Don't worry - it's not as scary as it seems.


*Your honesty may be refreshing, but apparently it won't stop you being arrested.*


Hurt Critical<br>var3


One of <i>those</i>, are you? There's plenty of room for roleplay in our establishment.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


At least it won't suffer anymore.


Your people have such a talent for subtlety and elegance.


That journal mentioned the adamantine forge as well. Quite the obsession.<br>


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


All that potential is too often destined to die in the dark, and rot in the gutter.


I don't know nothing about any of this.


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


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality. Maybe I can use it against him?


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Karlach! Minsc and Boo thought better of you, than to be so concerned with looks.


Open up.


I would not have chosen you for such blessings... yet the Dark Lady must not be questioned.


Damn it. Don't... don't look at me like that.


Go to their refuge and make your way inside. As a friend.


Free for the taking.<br>


Seems as though the Absolute's attracting followers from all kinds of places.


*You sense little else in the merregon's skull. No personality, no thoughts - just raw obedience.*


*You slew the Nightsong. You caused the Selûnite enclave at Last Light to fall. All for the Dark Lady. Now you are her Chosen.*


BASTARD BOG GOBLIN! GET OUT!


It shall be done.


Curse those vandals at the Mermaid. Haven't had a wink of sleep for days.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Effort v2


I could ask them to keep it down. <i>Anything</i> for you, dear.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Together we can have our vengeance on those who infected us.


Is that so? We clearly move in different circles.


Half this drow's body is crushed. Must have fallen from pretty high up.


But don't fret, I still think you're very clever. Despite your, ahem, little problem.


You could have talked to me before things got murderously bad, you know. We are technically in this together.


I don't need any attention right now.


Fishing for blackmail material, that's all.


Nothing of use on his person?


*The smile on his pretty lips is a touch too composed, a bit too perfect. He may not mean a word he says.*


Scab-licking vagrant!


I can, but I will not.


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


I promise you - whatever outcomes we're hoping for in this world-ending endeavour of ours, letting that devil get hold of the crown must <i>not</i> be one of them.


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


I used to be the scourge of the hells. Now flowers can make me cry.


The clause still holds. As long as Wyll doesn't tug on my leash, he'll be stalking only the wickedest prey.


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


I'll let Gale deal with that particular problem.


It's an underwater prison - most secure in the Realms. Myself and Cap are the only ones who can make it there in one piece.


Maybe if I squint?


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


An' we got what we needed. Ya weren't 'alf bad, for a dwarf. Drow'll be happy when she hears it.<br>


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


But you had the Prism, did you not? So the Absolute was not the cause.


*Ketheric Thorm's forebears. He defiled their remains so he could pay homage to Myrkul.*


Lae'zel - you still live! May the Queen's favour be yours.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Redcaps. Rats. Hag.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


If I'd let Karlach live, she'd have brought the Blood War to the Sword Coast and set the whole of it ablaze.


I <i>was</i> counting broadsheets for distribution. Let's pray I've not lost count.


Only if you can trust it won't be buried in your back. The Absolute swayed me once before. I won't risk it happening again.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


A pixie! Neat. Never met one before.


Nice. Time to see what's inside.<br>


The first hit's free, eh? My, you <i>have</i> changed. Fine. Just this once.


A low thought, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it.


It is as we knew. Our people have turned their blades against us.


*There, in dim firelight, you see him for what he really is: a vampire. A slave to sanguine hunger.*


Because they're a gaggle of vindictive crybabies with no sense of propriety.


Don't look now...


A map of tunnels under the Open Hand Temple, along with a name - 'Father Lorgan'.


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Gandrel was doing his duty, trying to save our tribe's future.


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


Making a living, of course.


I cannot lose you.


Rest, eh? Ha!


Not what you'd call a clean death.


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


Another dead end. If the tadpole doesn't kill us, trying to cure it just might.


You need my expertise?


*You do not discover truth, in these symbols you see only death.*


Your daddy.


Can't leave me - new flesh needs to feed.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


You've freed Minsc from the cult's influence. Now it is for me to ensure that he stays that way for as long as I can.


I spoke to a witness who says you entered the house before the fire started.


I'll take that.


Well... discretion <i>guides</i> me. But so does my duty to enthral the reader - to swell their hearts and dampen their cheeks!


The Gazette loves interviewing heroes, they talked to Gortash last tenday.


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


Return to the grove. When my raiding party approaches, throw open the gate and signal me.


That druid idol I took? It changed me. I can do all sorts of stuff now, not just the vines.


It is a path I have walked since the moment I fell. Now you will walk it too.


Propera!


Better that than chance the damn curse. You got a plan C?


What happened here? It's hard to make any sense of this mess.


Gods above - what happened?


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I assure you - the hammer Raphael offered is mere scrap metal in comparison, whatever use he claims for it.


Attend to me.<br>


Incende!


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


I'm sure I'll find someone else  to play with - maybe in the city. Until then, all I can do is be here for them.


Sizzle, fizzle, <b>melt</b>.


---disgraced--        -master-
             -heir---        ---tyrant-
      ---DARK--      ---URGE-


*The magic inside the book is too strong. The voices grow louder - a cacophony.*


And so I gathered my Harpers and came to the source - Moonrise Towers.


Goodbye, Karlach.


I'll get you right in no time.<br>


Now's not the time.


I hear you put an end to Kagha's treachery. My thanks.


Master will walk in the sun. Master will lead us.


How about a lick of that mouth-watering meat of yours. A parting gift, as it were.


This Adamantine Forge - the same that disguised journal mentioned, surely?


That was quite the feat. It'd be hard enough to get into the Towers unshackled, much less getting back out.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Aw, our cover's blown. The messy way it is!


Victory v3


Doesn't seem to do much. And why's it so low?


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


No hesitation.


Mm. No.


It's hopeless. Silvanus' will holds these vines in place.


Snore
zzZzz


The clown's foot. It smells like tenday-old rothé cheese.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Left out in plain sight like that? No - the Harpers are too smart for that.


Malleus! v3


With ease.


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


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Snore
zzZzz
v3


But NO funny business!


With such stimulating company? Never better.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Quite the fortifications for a wandering band of goblins to try and breach. What drove them to it, I wonder?


I know you travel with a delightful night-walker in your retinue.


A shame it has no bones to break.


But I daresay you're committed now, my friend. So chin up, look around, and remember your role, hm?


Recovered


Beating thee would soil my hands.


I <i>can't</i>.


When the blade has cut clean through, it is too late for sorries.


That's a friendly-looking shadow.


Another mystery.


There's more than one way to skin a tressym. We'll find a way into the city - you have my word.


That disc looks like it can move - but where does it lead?


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


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


<i>I admire the githyanki, you know. What she lacked in foresight, she made up for with passion. </i>


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


You hold no threat for me. Nor do your petty little vapours.


Finally, a leader with some charisma. Ravengard was <i>quite </i>the dullard.


Esurio!


You and everyone in this dump can rot for all I damn care. And you will.


I knew something was wrong. I just wish you would've told me sooner.


The drider's caravan came from here, I'll wager.


I can close that up fast.


Sometimes the only way out is through.


I bet we can work out how to open it.


<i>- stupid, worm-infested cockhead! </i>You have awoken the shadows!


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


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Te absolvo!<br>v2


This head's no local, certainly. A death devil from the Fugue Plane.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Bye-bye, my lovelies!


*A light and delicate girl. It should be no trouble at all to toss her into a ditch.*


Well now - seems I'm in the presence of a gith legend in the making!


...Never mind. Now, is there something you want? I'm a busy man.


No other incidents, ma'am.


Can't keep out of trouble, can you?


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


Pipe down!


Wouldn't <i>you </i>like to know?


Te curo!<br>v3


That's... one way of looking at it.


Not a sight to relish.


They named Astarion monster, and so monster he was. Yes, Boo - even if he sometimes <i>seemed</i> a friend.


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


...In this we are aligned. I am obliged to overlook your transgressions.


And if the tiefs stick a few arrows in us on the way out of here, don't worry. Priestess Gut'll patch us up.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


Says he did, yeah.


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Look. You've done me a good turn, and you deserve the truth. But that's as much of it as I can tell - I swear it.


But now Minsc knows the number. The number is none, because Baldur's Gate is my home, and it will not fall while Minsc and Boo still stand.


*Then, there are three figures before you. An armoured male elf, exuding power and command. A handsome younger man with a quick, easy smile. And a pale young woman with even paler eyes...*


Here we go again.


I have my dignity. What I do not have is patience for your disloyalty.


Looks like these people were trying to hide in the tunnels here. <br>


You mean, you know who he is?


No! It's too late for that... No potion or spell can fix this...


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


You gaze into Minsc's soul and see his foul crimes! You smell the stench of evil upon him, pointy claws primed, ready to scratch out his eyes!


The nails all painted like the rainbow. If the rainbow were red and sticky - rest in peace, Dribbles.<br>


You have done me an incredible service. The Moonmaiden has blessed you in kind.


It has come to my attention that there is a BITTER ADVENTURER located OUTSIDE the shop! Not to worry. We will quickly handle this disturbance for your comfort and safety.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


I guess if death can come for Gortash, it can come for any of us, eh? <br>


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


There's something hiding in that deep unknown... Get behind me, I can look first.


Nothing will stand in my way.


Cave circulum!


Forgive the fire and brimstone. Your blood is far more volatile than I'd anticipated.


Death becomes you.


Worry not, friend. You'll find the key soon enough.


Is that a scrying eye floating about? No telling who's looking through it.


How fortunate for you that my obsession with you is so strong. Besides, I'm a practical woman.


You're funny.


Dying


Just empty shells. Best to just keep the unhatched one.


Halsin, you saucy thing. Have those biceps of yours gotten even <i>bigger?</i>


More shaking? What are these bloody things?


Awwww... you burst our chicken! Where we gonna get a new one?


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


'Rite of the Timeless Body'. Jaheira's best days are behind her - perhaps she intends to extend those that remain.


Too bloody right. Get lost.


<i>(No.)</i>


The brain is near - can you smell it? Salt, and sweat, and - !


I admit I was dreading what might be in that letter. There's been so much dreadful news lately.


Hang on. Did she fool us?!


If we see you there, we'll get you a pint. For your finder's fee.


*You realise that the weapon Voss speaks of is the gith artefact you carry. You must keep it from him, just as you must keep it from the Absolute.*


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


No use digging with my bare hands...


What do we have here? Something valuable, I bet my horn.


Hang on. I'll set you free.


Why bother to tell you this, though? You surely can't understand.


Done.


Let me do this, soldier. I can save us. What better way to go out?


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


Attack Critical<br>var2


VO_SFX : Downed v4


A tale for the ages.


Are those prisoners? What's been done to them?


I... thank you. But I'm sure it was nothing. I just... need a little space.


Astarion, we need to talk. We know you're a vampire.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Chk <i>- that was powerful enough to splinter my skull.</i>


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


And I thought deep rothé stank while they were <i>alive</i>...


If you do not approve, you can leave.


But what does it mean?


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


He's still breathing. Thank you.


This fella and its ultimatums. But he's forgetting one thing.


Frange! v3


And... that will do it. Good.


All the more reason to hurry.


<i>Chk</i>. Try to abandon us and it won't go well for you.


Curious bottle... and the contents smell like an acquired taste.


I have never seen anything like it, Blurg. Is my species evolving?


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


Mutatis mutandis!


If we don't start seeing eye-to-navel, I'll find new travelling companions.


*Your music echoes through the darkness - and it makes a connection. Something <i>notices</i> you.*


A parasite - take it. You can use it to expand your mind.


We leave this place better than when we found it. Well done.


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


Nere is not without mercy, True Soul. The rat has given you a chance to earn my favour.


When I look at my future, anything and everything feels possible now.


*At any other moment, the Crown of Karsus might seem too high a price. But to a desperate soul, Raphael's offer might even be considered charitable.*


Here - a token for your bravery, though it is but small against such a monumental deed.


Make me proud.


Hope this ends well.<br>


And yet I breathe all the more free. Little is lost, so much is gained.


Effort v9


Imagine what this place was like, on the day of the battle. The ground must have been covered with the dead...


Stupid or a liar. Neither is needed here. <i>Go!</i>


B-by Mordai's eyes, another one.


Why're we slowing down?


There's no way in the hells that those scenes and these murders aren't connected, and I think I know what the connection is.


Blood everywhere. This camp was ambushed.


I presume this is where the real business of the city is done, while the politicians squabble above.


The only thing I will hand you is my <i>fist</i>, tyrant. And there will be a sword in it.


Only cure... <i>Annihilation...</i>


What are you doing? Don't - hrgh!


Once the curse is lifted, they can stand as one or as a pair. Whatever they wish.


What's going on with that rune? Looks unstable somehow.


Time for some bloody work.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Shout


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


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


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


This temple certainly is grand.


An Adamantine Forge. The duergar spoke of this.<br>


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Keep moving - clear every corner!


...<i>Archdruid.</i> You are as formidable in mind as you are in muscle.


-anomaly...-      - erase-
             - remove-
                         -extinguish -


Have a look.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


We're between the Absolute's teeth and you ask me to sit still?


Perfect! Now I simply need a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.


The circus is gone...


I no longer require assistance - neither yours, nor that of artefacts.


Well, that was... interesting.


Astarion's gone. Did that hunter sniff him out?


Extra Recovered <br>V4


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min0:36-1:23<br>var 1


Dying Burning<br>v3


That took the edge off.


But why did you exert yourself so getting here? I was waiting to open the door.


Then go purge those nerves - kill something, or hump something, or both. The general will not tolerate any doubt in his servants.


We have our queen's favour. She speaks to us. Protects us. Graces us with Her blessing.


Can't live my life without you.


Isn't it mad? How <i>good </i>life is?


Hiding in plain sight.


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Attack Critical<br>var3


Arnell Hallowleaf and his wife, Emmeline.


And there you stand, covered in blood, with no idea how it happened?


Fools. Little surprise they perished.


Not a decision you have made lightly, I trust. You have my support, no matter what.


And seeing you've got someone to care about now, after ten bloody years, what would you say? 'Good for you, mate.'?


But first - swear to me that if you feel <i>any </i>symptoms, you'll end things yourself.


Unless he gives us reason to.


The Dark Justiciar said to report everythin', big or small. She ain't the type you say no to.


Come, Sisters, be my testament. <i>Notum sit in Baator.</i>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


A few nonsense words, some slain beasts, and one becomes some all-powerful being? No - I do not believe it.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


Had a peach of a shot on you as you came in.


Your orders?


Be there in a blink.


It's lovely...


Oak Father, spare me useless allies...


That so? Maybe this'll change your mind.


I hardly think a mad old woman's <i>lotions and potions</i> are going to cure us. We should keep moving.


Not to my tastes, certainly...


You louse, you mite!


Let me give you a hand.


Caeco te!<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>var2


How's about we make this a competition, boys?<br>


Whoa. That isn't good.


No prisoners lost in the last batch of runs, either, though them servants of Umberlee are making the trip damn near deadly.


You think you're free? Then let's tighten your chain.


Good <i>gods</i>, how scandalous!


I've had enough dealings with Harpers to know I don't want the answers. Go on, now.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


I should've closed my eyes.


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


Vos curo!<br>v2


One of the Nine Hells.


We'll fight, but we can't win.


Effort v6


You're being held up by a snack. Leave the rodent and let's look around.


To die among the stars, in the Astral Plane. It was a fine death. Perhaps the best.


Ain't no one gettin' their way today.


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


What do you need?


Get back in the fight.


Yes, I have sailed with him before. Many times.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Can't keep me out.


I'll never finish her song now...


Cazador dead, and I alive! I'm giddy, I'm giddy with glee!


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


Something feels... off about this tree.


We <i>must</i> leave soon. My apprenticeship with the wizard begins shortly.


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


Caeco te!


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Does he say anything about the horrible present of Baldur's Gate, city of crime and chaos?


You know what I want to do.


Excuse me - I've got blackguards to whip into shape. YOU CALL THAT A STRIKE?


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


This is the seat of the Absolute's power. Whatever the 'Heart' is, it's connected to this place somehow. We must find out.


Snore
zzZzz


Steel Watchers, dead and gone? I'll drink to that!


If you want to play the hero, go ask the goblins nicely, and maybe they'll give you whatever's left of him.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


This is not a failure, it's only a setback. I have been entrusted with a sacred mission - I cannot fail.


My dearest sister Korrilla is in there too, pretending to browse the collection, acting all nonchalant. She's up to something.


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


*She snores loudly, eyes squeezed shut.*


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


These were some of the Gate's finest minds. I will know who did this.


Fools. Little surprise they perished.


Mm. I jus' love a good finger-fry.


Oh no. Tragic.


I'm not made of magic, you know.


My good friend, do you <i>know</i> where you are? The Guildhall is no place for the morally squeamish.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


I must give the Mother Superior due credit, though. She accepted it with a nod. 'The Dark Lady guides us all,' she said. 'We find our true selves in her embrace.'


Tieflings... gnomes... duke... more...


Falling


You're... you're different than the others. I can tell.


I didn't think there'd be so many inns here - we're spoilt for choice.


I'll kiss it better later.


For once.


I'll be around. Watching you squirm like a tadpole through a nice juicy brain.


I welcome thee to the Devil's Fee, where every hellish curio's a rarity! So merry be - and shop with glee.


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


*You stare at the body before you. You have no idea what just happened.*


... Ragzlin... waterfall... bridge...


You won't miss it.<br>


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


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


I think we'll have plenty of time to do just that.


A lesson you might have heeded, had your flesh not been weak.


I'd forgotten how beautiful our grove is.


We must wrest control of the brain from the Chosen before that happens - we must take their stones.


Peace, brother. We're just here to take you home.


I'll be - you ain't shittin'. Felt the tingle.


Come to me, Father. Set my flesh to your unholy purpose.


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


Well, I'm certainly not one to turn down a gift freely given. That would be bad manners.


Do not play; do not jest. We have come to square off against an enemy most loathsome.


I doubt you'll find much to sacrifice in this place. Let's keep focused.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


A <i>killer</i>? That's... gods. I've no love for my brother but that's extreme. He doesn't deserve that.


<i>If you let me, I can <b>evolve</b> you. </i>


What last caused you to shed a tear?


You may not like it. But you'll crave it in spite of yourself. A pity for you the one taste is all I'll give.


And I'm afraid my offer has stayed the same. Give me the letters, please.


Can you save me? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.


<i>It would make us <b>even more </b>compatible.</i>


A map of the tunnels Father Lorgan used, with his name scrawled on top. Someone was watching him...


Fine. You want to spill their guts, I won't stand in the way.


I was just defiled by that creature, and you let it happen. You made it happen!


Crescit eundo!


But she'll find you waiting, too.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


You wound me, pup. I admired your father - he was a man of the people, the <i>grandest</i> of dukes.


Florrick, help us!


For the record, you have a prying heart.


One in particular calling himself the Stone Lord, perhaps?


To summon those vines... the power's impressive.


Impero te!<br>v3


Your write-up in the latest Gazette might <i>seem</i> harsh, but think about it - so few people ever experience true infamy. It's a privilege, in a way.


We're marching to Moonrise. And no death-curse'll be stopping us.


Put up a fight by the looks of it. Not that it mattered in the end...


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Talk and... perish, die, buried. Buried in Thorm tomb. Father told me.


It looks I might have to pay you after all. Once we get to the city, of course.


Vengeance can be a bitter tonic to kind hearts. Give her a moment.


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


As for the unruly animals - they would make for nutritious marching rations.


*Your lockpicking has angered a guard. Prepare to defend yourself.*


That was tough, this can't have been used in a while.


That's why I've been stabbin' all the rats. Might be spies.


There is a touch of the Moonmaiden to these sigils. An old attempt to bind Sharran power.


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


Now leave. I have a battle to return to.


Vlaakith's gift.


This must be where he was making them - there's no shortage of evidence.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


Don't pretend you know what that means. What kind of drawin' you want?


Gauntlet... Dain...


But what about you, Gale? What will you do now...?


Bloodthirsty, ain't ya? HA. Go on then: make 'im scream.


Come closer. Tell me what you see.


Hells, not these again!


Fat lot of use that hunk of junk was. Keeping me 'safe', were you? Useless.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Bomb in my head about to go off. Great.


Disturbing, you mean.


MIRI!


Is that Duke Ravengard? Then he lives, but barely...


Umberlee - a brutal goddess, from what I understand. Without even the slightest touch of subtlety to her.


Resarcio!


Don't be so hard on him. I'm sure he carefully weighed the pros and cons.


What say you, should I have another? Ilmater preserve me, I need the courage.


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


Nothing left to take. Nobody left to kill.


((*we breathe life into our enemies' flesh*))


Now I'm gonna take the blame for leading the goblins here, <i>and</i> losing track of the bloody druid.


Effort v2


Don't fall in, Boo!


Devils, Dukes and Blades all must, as common people come to dust. Farewell, young Wyll.


Wyll's father won't be around forever, but the pact? That's a different matter. I hope he won't live to regret being sentimental.


Githyanki. Part of the Sharrans' preparations to seize the Astral Prism, no doubt.


This one's got jokes! Almost makes me like 'em.


A disquietening place... but you must inflict pain in order to end pain. Lady Shar's embrace can soothe all mortal torments.


But <i>I</i> do. <i>I </i>give a shit.<i> I </i>don't hurt the people I love. And I keep my promises, too.


<i>Now we're down to one mind flayer.</i>


Bring Wyll to me. I want to hear more about Ansur.


Let's get that patched up.


No keyhole. Must be some other way to get this open.


*Your candour does little to improve your situation. The guards will handle this.*


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


Good news. Can't wait to see 'em finished.


Something feels... off about this tree.


Combat Vocals - Stand Up Effort
aggggmm...
v3


And most damning of all, an unexpected weakness - a longing for acceptance, and affection. From a mortal.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Watching gods, but you're a prettier sight than any I expected to see today.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


Feculent beast!


Wish we could stay and see what this place will be like without the shadows. I bet it's beautiful. No rest for the wicked, huh?


I have to go. The enemy is closing in. I will be back.


He killed my mum and dad! Made a bloody orphan of me.


Athkatla, capital of Amn. When I was young, my friends insisted its streets were paved with silver and gold.


Of pacts and deals and dotted lines - this <b>bores </b>me. <b>You </b>bore me.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


What's up for discussion?


<i>Bare your claws, cub!</i>


My crèche had one of these too. The stricter the discipline, the stronger the soldiers.


I'm not fetching it. Don't want to get wet.


Fear not, girl. The Weave knows thy purpose. It will guide thee, if thou dost listen.


You must got a death wish, sneakin' around in <i>my </i>town.<br>


Carefully, now...


My master is no filthy half-breed. You are not Ilyn Toth.


Hold there, vampire. We have business to settle.


*You are too slow - the owlbear readies to slash you.*


I'm not made of magic, you know.


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


You want to kill Orin and retrieve the stone. Trust me.


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


Fleet of foot.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Demento te!<br>v2


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


I have to do everything.


No one back home will ever believe this.<br>


My best is yours.


But to steal his life's work... that might be something.


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


Don't worry about me - I'm quite content to enjoy the party from here. Go, enjoy yourself.


<i>(Ready to right what you've wronged?)</i>


I ain't sayin' nuffin' else. They'll kill me an' kill me slow.


Darkness - and a spot of light. What might be down there?


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


Voss is waiting. He should know we took the Orphic Hammer.


YES.


Kinspeople, Baldurians - and dearest Duke Ravengard. Thank you for joining me on this exceptional day.


Mors certa!<br>v2


You will have to face your abductors in their very lair, in Baldur's Gate.


Give me the lantern. You must come to Last Light.


Effort v11


Another githyanki disc. Lae'zel should see these.


This'll help.


Hey, soldier - you said you might try cooling me down. Any leads?


Place is overrun with gnolls.


Was this lump of flesh yours? Too late, stitched inside.


Soak it up.


So, the impossible spawn walks among us in the blazing sun. We have been looking for you.


A lapse in judgement.


You are still my friend, my fellow warrior. And still the source of my bruises.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


The chair. It's connected to the nautiloid's systems - and its <i>ghaik</i>.


How about in those stacks of hay?


The village to the east - it's abandoned?


All right. Time to skulk about.


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


You will be the one to part the storms and lead the people through. You, not Ansur, are the saviour we need.


Let's get this over with.


MEAGRE. LACKING. INSUFFICIENT!


Not my concern.


But things haven't gone as you expected.


Oh no, that book is <i>mine</i>.


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


*Your words counted for nothing. You're headed back to your cell.*


Necromancy! I should've known.


What was that? Kled heard a noise!


The foundry is in the Lower City, down by the docks. Beautiful building, belching smoke into the sky day and night.


Is that Gale's winged moggy? What's it doing here?


If we get separated or need to break camp fast, remember - find the river and follow it downstream.


Allow me.


Why map what is already known? A disloyal heart, a craven heart, a <i>shadow </i>heart.


Yes, my treasure?


Your face. <i>The Absolute has shown me.</i>


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Canto te!


Did your brain hole forget, beefy? Balsam for wounds. Power is king. Go. Go.


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


Hurt Critical


That's just the way of it.


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


Well! If I'd have realised, I'd have spared the theatrics. In that case, you should be able to navigate a path straight to your target. That's good - very good.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Farewell, Gale. I hope he still remembers us little people, once he's secured godhood.


*It is the smell that strikes you first. Spiced ceremonial oils, cut through with the copper tang of blood.*


I want you to provide your services to Zevlor. Offer to guide the outlanders out of the grove. I'm sure they'll reward you well.


Can't go chasing 'maybes' - the sergeant's our ticket in.


Listen, you!


Hells. More gills than a fish monger's stall...


Yes... terrible. I can't believe this is happening again.


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


Bloody rothé have lost it - put 'em down!


Those mushrooms have a curious symmetry.


It will come back to me. Or not. I'm content enough here in either case.


Well, the rest goes without saying.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Well that's dealt with. But she wasn't the one pulling the strings here.


I can't, <i>I can't</i>. It's too late.


Turns out I've got a knack for killing demons. That made me a valuable asset. Zariel - the archdevil herself - made me as her personal attack dog.


Adventure awaits.


Get ready! I hear this guy is really good. My buddy Roanoke almost pissed himself laughing.


You gave yourself to the Hells' eternal fires so I might walk free.


Let's see.


We really ought to go speak to Elminster. If not out of curiosity, then at least to make sure he doesn't eat his way through all of our supplies.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


Odd.


Oi! You just walked into the wrong town.


My... my apologies for prying.


No. But we'll give her the best send off we can.


We won't let them win. Not now, not ever.


*The creature's eyes roll back in its head - equal parts bliss and agony.*


Resisto frigus!


Sure. Now turn around and stop wasting my time. Next!


Should steel myself first.


I'm not chasing after it, if that's what you're thinking.


This place wasn't built for the living.


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


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


It's all over your face.


Now that's... dedication?


Tampered or not, we need to get these things out of our heads. Let's find another way.


It's time we had a talk with her, don't you think?


What's that?


<i>Halsin.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v4


You do not belong here.


No need - the platform's here.


Stranger: be you friend or food? The mark is Her measure: show us the brand of the Absolute.


*You find nothing of great interest.*


Better than nothing.


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


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


What're you waiting for? I told you I'd give you some coin. Hand it over!


My daughter found her way in the end. And found a good friend in you along the way.


Not much use for this slag. Nice speckles, though.


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


What.


<i>Aaaway!</i>


It'll take time to mend our grove. Thanks to you, we have it.


Closed Mouth Effort


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


I didn't need to. It was very entertaining watching you dig your own grave.


You and I shall pen the book of your experiences together!


He won't throw the doors open for us, he's no fool, but there may be fewer obstacles in our path if he's expecting us.


Later, perhaps. Don't worry about me. A night under the stars amidst nature's creation is just what I need after being locked up in the goblins' dungeon.


-NOT-
                       -design-
-but-     -death-


Let me help.


I'm not getting through this way.


Hmm - only one serving for me, I guess.


Just out of view.


Whatever the Treefather's judgement, I will accept it in full.


Try again. If we don't solve this soon, I'll murder someone.


I'm not like the others!


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


Orin has made herself right at home. A pity we did not scorch the earth of this place a century ago, so the rot could not set in again.


Where lies your guilt?


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


Piss-addled pontificator.


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


The engine can endure in Avernus - we can return there, together, and make Zariel regret ever laying eyes on you.


*Sigh.* He's too soft beneath those scales. Just like Lady Jannath.


*<i>Advocatus diaboli. </i>A devil's advocate - a champion in the Blood War between diabolical forces and demons.*


... from Elturgard... travelling... sister's wedding...


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


Magis amica veritas!


The grove feels safe again. We have you to thank for that.


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Besides, I can't afford to tire you out - we still have work to do. Rest well.


Jaheira, he tried to make me... I <i>almost</i>...


But you're too fresh for this place, aren't you? A dark-dweller you may be, but there's a definite whiff of the surface to you...


Hold still.


Te curo!


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


Eh! I could buy a bagoolion pigeons with that much!


That's not a blade made by humans. My kin must be nearby.


Just once it would be nice to have a mysterious statue wish me a good day.


Plue!


*Even though you do not follow her, you feel her power resonating from the statue. She is the One True Spell at the heart of all spells. The Weave could not be in better hands.*


A part of your past is here for you. I come with your disgusting Prize.


Recovered <br>V4


I for one don't plan to stay long. Let's find a way out.


Do not exaggerate. You nearly died.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


No! I won't let you put him back there.


I can face anything now. Let's get back to the hunt.


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


Of course not. A cover, to throw our enemies of the scent. I suppose you weren't deemed important enough to be informed of the plan.


These horns are excellent fakeries.


Would you ever consider sharing the gift of immortality with me, Astarion?


They - they're dead!


*It needs sustenance to survive, and with your very body you can provide.*


I can see that. But progress is progress.


Furious and merciful Umberlee, hear our prayer!


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Go away!


Don't let me delay you.


Your name, child.


I used to be. Now I'm his wife - we married not a tenday ago. Things have changed rather a lot since then...


I prefer strategy to instincts and impulses.


*Hauliers and merchants wanted. Sail the silvery seas! Gaze upon the Gate! No experience required.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


You will consider it, won't you?


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


<i>A silver sword.</i>


We need you strong.


Pardon.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Fly, hamster!


Falling


Hmmm. 'Only the willing may know the Lady's embrace.' You know her teachings well.


...Kill Nessa?


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


We all have our little quirks, after all. I'm sure all will be revealed in good time.


I looked up to him - we all did. But he let us down when we needed him most.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


Behold, <i>vayemniri</i>. The tree is plagued by pestilence, yet will not die - I believe Chauntea wishes me to save it.


I love you.


Now - much obliged for the chat, but I'm here to <i>trade.</i>


I've got one!


Selûne's personal blessing infuses this amulet. Let it bless me, I say...


And you ran away as I recall. Left me to die, trapped in a pod while we tumbled through <i>Hell</i>.


Save the druid if you must. If we spill goblin blood on the way, all the better.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Even carrion birds would not stoop so low.


I will be with my weapons. Come find me, if you need me for the fight.


Please, - I don't know how much longer Thaniel can last in the Shadowfell. Help him - and hurry.


Whatever it was, I stand at the ready.


This is gonna be a rush.


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


If you insist.


Already dead.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


<i>I'll do you one better than good: Let's do something absolutely legendary.</i>


*This necromancer was a grunt in the scheme of the horrors enacted against you. That attacker is the source.*


But I've no use for gibbering idiots. Leave me.


Just try to survive, will you?


Do not hide behind your hamster, ranger. You do not understand, because you do not <i>listen.</i>


I feel the same.


We are yours, Lord of Bones, in this life and the eternity that follows.


My gods, I think my heart almost stopped completely. Don't scare me like that, you scallywag!


You stole me from my people. Gave me to that woman. Unhatched, defenceless. You let me be brought here so father could hurt me.


Not someone I'd rush to speak to.


*His hide twitches, every muscle primed to bolt. He's <i>terrified</i>.*


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Smoke. Something's burning.


*Here lies Jarrick Crumm; lifelong bachelor and patron of the arts.*


One way or another, got to reach the top.


It'll be okay. It'll be okay.


It's the least I could do.


I can <i>feel </i>the intestines delicately parting for my prying fingers, the supple kidneys greeting my inquisitive claws... I think this is my work from months past.


Fine - I'll wait for now. But that prick Gortash is going to <i>pay</i>.


Father, Ansur is fallen.


He doesn't like to be disturbed when he's <i>in the zone</i>, see.


Nothing. Seems it needs a different source to draw from.


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


We've got auntie on the run, but I'm sure she still has a few tricks up her sleeve.


Grooves on the floor. Can these babies <i>move?</i>


Oh aye, maybe say pretty please as well? Throw in a curtsy? Don't be soft.


<i>My cutlery set - a gift from my mother. The butter knife is missing, but otherwise it looks to be complete. I don't need it anymore, but the memory stirs something in me still. </i>


'E's fine. Just enjoy yer drink.


This is weird, right? We can all agree this is weird.


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


Slow thy tongue, dread sister of mine. This pretender would foist itself upon us willingly, ill-met, but no stranger to slaughter.


Help's on the way.<br>


That explains the unfinished statues. The impaled skeletons, not so much.


Least I can do - young Rion helped me out of a spot of bother some years back.


Th-this one's all right, lads! Knows nothin' about no poisonin'!


They likely have a camp nearby. I'd expect more raiders eventually.


But even if they <i>were </i>liberated from the barn, all profits go to the refugees anyway, so it's legit, right?


*The cat huffs - unimpressed. She will do as she pleases.*


*Flaming Fist - please speak to Blaze Portyr to avail of a special discount in thanks for your service.*


Thank you, Rolan. And thank you, friend.


There is much your mistress does not tell you - my death will come at a terrible price. One that you will not grasp until it is too late.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


I see you chose the latter. Very well, then.


Falling


Orin has taken Yenna. We must free her - either by force, or by paying for her freedom with Gortash's life.


The landlord, Sir Fraygo Antuna. A most generous soul, I assure you.


They dare not enter. Naturally, anything that frightens them intrigues me. We should investigate.


It's fine. We'd be dead if they hadn't showed up. A little hospitality won't do any harm.


Warded no more. Let's see what this door has to hide.


But I won't be a corpse forever - that I can bloody promise you.


That was abominable.


...Whatcha mean 'go'?


Ignore it. Nothing but a vile death rattle.


*You are blessed by Helm's fierce vigilance, and feel stern and alert. Praise Helm!*


What's hiding here?


*You're being arrested for thieving. Unless you can find a way to settle this here and now.*


Watch your backs. We've got a sneak-thief hiding in the shadows.


Looks empty.


I'd have ripped the spine out, and worn its carcass as a cowl.


And don't you worry, we'll get you fixed up. There's always a way - there <i>has</i> to be.


*But the scent is acrid, as if contaminated somehow. Or much, <i>much </i>more concentrated.*


It's huge.


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Wadded up to wipe Zhentish arses, I expect - and good riddance.


Don't bleed out on me.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Let's do this.


Sometimes I wish I were a more selfish man. Life would be so much easier. But alas...


Dying Burning<br>v6


And you could be so much more, if you want it. One little bite and you could be mine forever.


Good hunting.


I will allow you to stay. But consider yourself a novice anew. You have forgotten the ways of the druids - our place in the natural order.


The Coinmaiden watches you.


I beg of you Helm, let it be true. Let the hag finally be gone.


None - the grove has cut itself off from the world, to jealously guard its own little pocket of nature. No one shall ever enter or leave again.


Further mention of the adamantine forge. The duergar were looking for it too.<br>


Best act fast.


Gods, who knew such a vile abcess lurked in the bedrock of the city. The very stone reeks of misery and despair.


One of your station has no equal to call a friend.


He likes to pretend he's not a walking corpse like the rest of us. Beneath those rags, he's as rotten as we are.


Forgive me. Being inquisitive is in my nature.


A ritual killing, maybe? But that's not how those Absolutists operate...


Don't worry, I can tolerate her.


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


Hang on. What the fuck is going on here?


Lux in tenebra!


Signs of fallen Dark Justiciars. This can't be a coincidence - they must have originated from somewhere nearby.


<i>Ulma, gather your hunters! It's time to slay some monsters.</i>


Please - I know we must talk. But for now, I need you safe. Go to our camp - we'll catch up there.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Poor kids - I should try to cheer them up.


It almost had you. You did well to pull away from it.


<i>Abomination.</i>


Voco araneae!


Voco spicae!<br>v2


<i>Think this, feel that, hate them</i>.


It's not the same here. Feels emptier.


Ah, well. I had a good run.


Effort v7


<i>Tsk. </i>I'll just have to <i>imagine</i> the your father's horrified look if we'd done it.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Of course <i>you </i>need help.


Ta-da!


<i>Behold, </i>the fool of fools.<i></i>


Cresceat scientia!


He is absent. Abscence is him.


I'll be remaining here - I have business to attend to, wares to sell. Our great endeavour cannot run on faith alone - we need funds. Have a look, if you wish.


The voice doesn't know we didn't conquer its trials. But after that last battle, I declare us conquerors nonetheless.


I <i>really</i> hope you know what you're doing.


A quake of some sort, perhaps. Just a theory.


Demir...


Ab uno disce omnes!


Quod dico face!


Has he talked yet?


Blocked from the other side.<br>


Victory v4


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


You know what? Not worth it.


Recovered <br>V3


Video veritatem!<br>v2


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Gith warriors? Some must have fallen to the curse.


It's broken, which means we've nothing to protect ourselves from the curse up above.


The inevitable has been delayed far too long already - no more, I say. It's time to make a stand.


Cursed to put my hands on everything.


<i>It is... pleasurable to see you. Your intervention within the cult's underwater complex was a timely one.</i>


The Crown of Karsus cannot be handed over to this devil.  <i>Agree to nothing.</i>


I shall not give up on you that easily.


*You know in your heart that the distant edifice you spied were dedicated to Lady Shar. Only Dark Justiciars could have the strength to built such a grand stronghold.*


A headless zombie crammed into the Watcher. This is beyond me.


Then go ahead. It won't change what I have to say to you.


Bene curatur!


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


An amusing plight.


This group is made of <i>survivors</i> - people like me who've been hurt by hags. I brought them together to fight back.


For this, I feel we should be paying <i>you</i>.


Voco spicae!


More than an ally. I am the Master of Flames, the Splitter of Skies.


It's like 'libel'. As in, 'I'm libel to smash your face if you go castin' ax-pershins.'


<i>May your travels be safe and swift.</i>


Hells - the brain can seize infected minds. What other powers will it manifest?


Villains, take heed. Recovery is imminent.


Everything appears to be in order. Time to start up the forge.


True Soul! I was so hoping to thank you in person.


This is a bad idea.


Fytz! That's incredible. Congratulations! Mum life, huh? You're going to be <i>incredible.</i>


Good. Now keep your distance.


Of course. And given the aid you provided to Omeluum, I'm happy to offer you Society member rates.


You should join us next time for the Book Brigade! Not sure what we're reading, though.


Nice here. The cave smell like rotting meat. Goblin camp smell like goblins.


Propera!


I'm getting out of here, taking a ferry down the coast to get me home.


A prayer book won't be much help to us in this place. We should leave it behind.


Can't... can't continue like this...


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Back again? You stick around like smokepowder stink.


Don't remember sayin' that was an option.


I'll snip off your horns one by one!


I trust you to know what you're doing. To know how far to go for Mystra. Just know that even without her - even without <i>any </i>of the gods - you're still pretty fantastic.


Another of the altar's gems. I wonder how much they're worth...


We can break him free. He might give us options we hadn't thought of, opened doors that we thought were closed.


A githyanki blade, no doubt.


I reckon those warriors holding the bridge can be fought off... if it comes to that.


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


A scrying eye - or whatever's left of it.


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


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


All the way from Thay. Jewels and gems, probably - one's still in there.<br>


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Even the Harpers are compromised by the evils preying on the city. We should inform Jaheira - she'll not stand for this.


*You were their Master, and he was yours. A cruel Master, a Dread Lord... a devoted Father.*


That stench... dead owlbear prey, no doubt.


As you wish. But I'd be quite careful to whom I go spreading such rumours.


*Your memories are foggy - as your mission requires them to be: Shar's secrets are precious.*


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Truly, the citizens of Baldur's Gate are a model of shrewd wisdom that we should all hope to emulate.


I'll help you


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


Shadowheart. I see you've changed your hair - praise Lady Shar.


You looked a little shell-shocked. Worry not, it's nothing a little music can't fix!


Gortash wanted this stone. If we must give it to him... may we wrap it in a fist?


In the city lives Cazador Szarr, a powerful man - a respected man. A man known to host lavish, hedonistic banquets in his palace.


A noble goal. I will not ask you to deviate from it, but know that this city holds other dangers too.


Who, now, shall bear the madness Shar has wrought on me, so I might no longer suffer?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Isobel! We need healing!


Right. Well. I'll wait a bit longer. He'll find his way out, or he won't.


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


Ah, you do have it!


*The rothé utters an angry bellow and charges.*


You're here! Mayrina was looking for you - she says it's urgent.


Wounds'll soon be forgotten.


One True Soul already failed in this next task - you must do better.


Sweet Father...


I REQUIRE MORE!


Together? Since when do you care 'bout anyone but yourself?


You faced the scorn of a goddess, and still draw breath. That is an uncommon feat, Shadowheart.


SmileOpen<br>var 5


Looks like the booze got the better of them. They're practically unconscious.<br>


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Tonitrus!


Like this?


Stay close. We'll get through this.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Sphaera mortis!


One horn. The stink of Avernus. <i>Advocatus diaboli.</i>


Good luck getting a blue copper out of Lorroakan. Guy's tighter than a blacknose sheep.


Cudo! v2


She is no more. This place shall need a new name, it seems...<br>


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


La'ezel risks everything with her childish rebellion.


But what does this revelation of yours mean for us going forward?


What?! Why?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Such a historic deed must be documented in every gory detail.


I've never seen darkness like this before. It's unsettling.


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


Heavens above - there you are, Karlach! I was so hoping you'd come find me.


A man of honour - much like your father, Wyll. How cold is your heart, that you'd be his butcher?


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


My steel is yours... mind flayer.


What the...? How was there a monster in that little flask?!


I... suppose he should, at that.


I have skinned and cleaved and corrupted, set hooks to living flesh and torn, spilled the gore from thousands.


I understand. I can only thank you for the help you've already given.


Not at all - Harpers fight dirty. A well-timed strike, with the knowledge of just where to place it, and suddenly superior numbers count for nothing.


Oh, he's far too precious for that. I'll go find a comely barmaid or guardsman instead.


Take your time. I'll be waiting.


Effort v2


There's no call to be insulting.


My reunion with her can wait. My reunion with <i>you</i>, however, cannot.


Urdlen's teat, that's nasty!


Ad lapidem!


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


I'm not surprised. My target is well-known for her brutality in service of her evil mistress.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


A tad... alliterative for my tastes, but who am I to judge?


Laughter


He gave you an opportunity to embrace your savage birthright and to tame it.


Absolute, who guides our souls!


*In Memory of Brent Crivens, taken along with his family on the same grim night. May their deaths be avenged.*


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Scandals! Vandals! Where to buy sandals! It's all here in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette!


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


The Ducal Council must have sprung a leak, for we seem to find barrels of the stuff everywhere.


Let's get this over with.


Oh that was completely different, I'd never hurt you. I love you.


Do what you must - then we fly this foul place.


'Kurwin'. Some mention of that name in a nasty note from Nine-Fingers, if I recall.


What was that?!


I know you said there's a cure here - I just hope it's not 'decapitation'.


Nothing to see here. We're clearing out soon.


And away I go.


Such a delightfully garish costume. Such a delightfully dismembered clown.<br>


This is the same 'Kurwin' from the courier's note. Something about Nine-Fingers and a debt.


Hah! I'm far from innocent, petal. I was raising hell when you were still a spark in your mammy's eye.


Ha! Oh, my love. You can't expect me to kiss that now, can you?


Closed Mouth Effort v11


I am <i>not </i>grumpy.


Bhaal controls you in much the same way.


The traitor prince <i>will</i> be the fall of the githyanki.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


Anyway, forget that. Take the ring! I wanna show you how lucky it is!


We're with you to the end, sir, but we're exhausted.


Then the path to redemption remains closed. Only when the gold is paid can your oath be reclaimed.


Free... for now.


Don't. Look. Don't.


A partner in crime.


Come here... please!<br>


Invoco te<br>v2


*You are immersed in a cold ocean blanketed by twilight. Lightning strikes you, energising and illuminating. Now that you know the thrill of its shock, you yearn for more.*


Shadowheart's old hideaway, by the look of it.


BOSUN! A BLONDE LAGER, PLEASE.


But Ogro... We can't just leave his body...


You. Your usefulness does not forgive your <i>treachery</i>. I felt it the very first moment I entered your mind. You are an enemy of the Absolute, banished from Moonrise.


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


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Surge!


Shut your mouth, Dringo. Last warning.


As if <i>any </i>of us would be so fortunate.


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


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


This place is all entrances and no exits.


Huh. Wouldn't think anything round here would bother the likes of you. But you're not wrong.


Te video!


What are these? Costumes? <i>Disguises?</i>


Not taking the blame for this one...


*A memory stirs - diagrams in a book you read long ago - a mind flayer's mouth is underneath the tentacles.*


Nah. They're too busy 'visiting' Mamzell's guys and gals.


<i>Please.</i>


You can walk among the cult unnoticed - which means you can get close to their leader, Ketheric Thorm, in Moonrise Towers.


Fine - I'll help.


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


I can feel the poison clearing - I'm cured!


It's the perfect olfactory disguise for a corpse. Honestly, I missed my calling as a perfumer.


Named after wizards - Ramazith, Elminster, Silverhand and... Karsus. What secrets of Netheril might lie behind his door, I wonder...<br>


*You once again inhabit your own mind.*


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Run! Get the others!<br>


Look at me, girl. Do I strike you as an aristocrat? Whatever family tree you found in my study, it does not quite wash the scent of 'druid' out, does it?


Victory v2


Be ready. Whoever - or whatever - did this could be close.


May the gods take you first.


It's a long shot, but - maybe you've grown fond of me.


She's a little overexcited. Been a busy day. Lads're celebratin'.


Please stop shouting.


Watch it - that hyena's going for help!


Plenty of folk liked that Gortash bloke, judging by all the obituaries.


I trust you to do what you think is best... but I just hope that we can indeed trust the Emperor in turn...


Your body is mine - let me fix it.


On the way.


Looks like the barrier's turned off. Lucky me.


You really shouldn't be down here without a vault pass.


Blow the horn - the trap has been set.


A bloodbath. Someone - some<i>thing</i> - made quick work of the place.


Using a five finger discount.


Very well, very well. I don't want to upset the process.


She returned to camp to rest - and to consider her fate. I fear Karlach is not long for this world.


I knew I liked you.


Turning your back on those in need? Maybe we'll get along after all.


They will not bend to your will. No matter - it will be my pleasure to break you, instead. In my Father's name.


Horrible Hells, I better lay low. Lower than low. Underlow.


Gratitude of the gold variety, I suppose you mean? Good luck with that.


There is no theft in nature. Only opportunity.


It's a novel concept, I admit. And a little intimidating.


Help's on the way.


<i>Oh...</i>


Tell her - she's already taken my freedom. And there's little worse than that.


What a mess.<br>


How convenient - that the key to our salvation is the very corruption your illithid friend has been asking you to embrace all along.


Don't stand on ceremony, Lady Keene. We need you!


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Whatever the fuck he's been up to in the last ten years, we have to stop him. He can't just keep ruining people's lives. He can't get away with it!


More of the mind flayers' pets.


A stronghold built in Lady Shar's honour. Quite a sight.


A kiln, unfinished sculptures, stone fragments. Masons worked here.


Like I said, save my kin. And if you kill any duergar, you won't see tears from me.


We do <i>not </i>toy with the dark! Do they understand?


I'm almost tempted to tell Shadowheart what she did. To see if I can jog her memory.


Nulla salus!<br>v3


The Absolute loves us!


This place reeks of fey magic. A hag, no doubt.


Slave's got herself some protection - hiding up there in a <i>myconid circle</i>.


Quickly now.


And now you come to interrupt the funeral rites? I -


I agree.


Mors animae!<br>v3


Obey, and be forgiven.


Let's get that patched up.


Good. Because I'll cross your heart myself if you break it.


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


<i>Tsk'va</i>. Mother Gith, I implore you - show us truth.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Think you can take me on?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


First the child. Now Rath...


If we release them, how many people will they kill? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?


Oh, you are a sweetheart! Thank you from both of us.


The work of the <i>ghustil.</i>


Oh! Of course, how thoughtless. I beg your pardon - I'm not fan of it myself, truth be told.


Let's listen to the message again, maybe we missed something.


CoughIll<br>var 2


All night. And then some.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


These words of power should open that blasted dome. Time to get to the archive.


I feel... <i>glorious</i>.


Broken bones - must have fallen.


Such thoughts are above your station - focus on your tenets, Dread Sister.


My mind is silver, and my body steel. Vlaakith expects no less of me.


Lady Mizora told me everything. How you slaughtered your own father, how you crave his power.


Athkatla, city of Coin. If only the portal were open, we could steal its riches.


You got grit, I'll give you that much.


They're dead. Z'rell will want to hear of this.


You were already lost, little warrior. A lost child, frightened by wolves.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


Good. Then she's speaking sense, at last.


Boo forgives. You may speak.


A genuine pleasure to meet you again, my friend.


A commemoration of battles long past. Like the town itself.


I'm on my way!


Diminuo te!


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Effort v6


*The engine inside you is silent. You will live, in this strange new form.*


At the ready.


Help. <i>Quickly.</i>


Yeah, well everyone says you smell like rotting badger, but they're wrong.


So you think you have won? Time will tell - far easier to claim something than hold onto it.


*The dark is familiar, but not comforting. It is a struggle to sink into your trance, weaving together memory, ambition, and purpose.*


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


What creatures live in waters this dark?


<i>No.</i> I seek only justice - not murderous deviancy.


This'll help.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Just get some big chunks, they can chew through the bones.


*The mark glows, but you feel nothing in response. Your illithid power is beyond reach until you rest.*


C'mon, Karlach - show 'em who you are.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Forgive me, my Lord... but there is panic in the streets. The people are afraid.


You'll 'get back' to me? This is important, devil. When?


That freak best be ready to guide us when it's time.


The servant is slain. But there still remains a master.


*One horn. This is the devil you've been tasked to kill.*


We need to deal with that, but first we've to get off this thing... let's join up.


Ale me!


<i>I can sense its fury, its greed. We're close.</i>


Hostium munera!<br>v2


Seems you're the missing pawn in your master's deadly game.


Cazador is destroyed and his plans ruined. I was not sure you could do it.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


Sniff<br>var 2


Brat? Really? You can do better than that.


How'd you even get that way?


Now, let's see what we've got here...


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Bene curatur!


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


I'm surprised you spotted me.


Flagra!


I hear Lorroakan was a greedy old son of a worg. I wonder who got all his loot?


No bother, though. She'll learn her place again. Won't you, love? Like the good old days.


Ugh.


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


I will be long gone from this wretched city before that happens. I am no threat - I am... nothing.


Onward, then. If you are so set on taking the form of a fish, then Minsc and Boo will keep you from the Netherbrain's hook.


Another trick up my sleeve.


Victory v2


Just so.


Of course! Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?


I have been spurned by two gods, and am an exile from my homeland. I needed a home, and hoped you could be that for me.


You and Mizora. Wow. Just wow.


<i>Hostes subeunt. Protege nos. Muni nos.</i>


And one survivor of the shadow curse's fall ought to know another.


That could have been worse.


Time to get this thing fired up.


C'mon, it's dead. You pups can stop yer howlin'!


I worship her through pain - usually my own. But I have a skilled hand when it comes to its infliction.


Always ask. Never good. Neversee. Never -


The goblins will be out for blood after what happened at the grove.


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


Damn this fog.