I might be thick, but I'm fair - you save one of mine, I can at least try to return the favour.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Now you have had your fun. End the vampire, says Boo - and this foul magicking with him.


Attack Critical<br>var2


At least the statues just talk. With my luck, I was sure they'd attack.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v2


I'll make of you a portrait so grand that even blind Tyr will weep in its very presence.


I'll swap you six kiddy horns for that big one you carved off the old fella.


I did. But also to see something else:


Dying


It should be me. But we need to talk about this first.


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


You <i>bit</i> me.


Gale - no!


You were no prisoner - and I am no fool. Your lies end here, rat.


We mustn't waste a moment of this mundane night!


<i>Is'tark.</i> You are putting us at risk!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


You met her? So she filled you with lies.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Cave circulum!


'The Legend of Ansur.' An epic poem, from the looks of it.


I wonder where she's gone off to.


The Adamantine Forge - the memory shard already revealed its location.


Don't be stupid. We're parting ways here. Up to you in how many pieces.


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


Shut UP... <i>ngh</i>... shut...


There is little love for her on the surface anymore.


No! Stop! Go away!


You don't understand. There's something I need to do, or the trials will have been in vain.


Twit, twat, twerp.


*Grunt.*


-----together-      -conquer--
    ---rule----
-COMMAND---


You'd have to be a fool to pick a fight with that lot. Best to keep away for now...


*You could offer the lint in your purse, but you doubt that's valid currency.*


Dog... split us up... ran us through...


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


Good on ya, pal. Next raid, I'm gonna spill some guts in Her name!


Hurt Critical<br>var3


<i>In Bhaal's name.</i>


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


The curse is no more, true. But imagine if I had been faster, bolder, <i>better</i>. Lives would have been saved. More than I care to count.


I think we taught that inquisitor a very valuable lesson. He won't be ambushing anyone else in a hurry. Or doing anything else, for that matter.


<i>Nautiloid! Need to get to the brain - NOW.</i>


And despite all the years I've lost, I have enough love left for you as well. I hope it guides you home.


If the gith are looking for that artefact, then we may have something valuable on our hands.


Lost your footing, have you?


Minsc thought you were stronger than this. Boo did not.


I appreciate your help. I'll be leaving... soon enough.


*Waning Moon Distillery - No last call until the casks are dry.*


It's taking a really bleak situation and trying to find some light in it.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


Hurt Critical


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


You are fortunate I worship one of the kinder gods of the realm.


See how still Boo lies? He dreams of evil's doom!


That chest. I can <i>feel </i>its magic. <br>


Ugh, that reeks.


*This is the truth lost in your mangled memories. You are a spawn of Bhaal - his heir, his scion.*


*You feel a dark hunger gnawing at you. It needs to be fed items connected to the Weave, or it will consume you.*


Seems that way.


When Master Halsin heard the adventurers were heading that way, he saw a chance to get answers. Joined on the spot.


Still upstairs, are they? Should have figured.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


A proposal? If you're hoping to taste my blood, little vampling, think again. It burns hotter than Wyvern Whiskey.


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


<i>Jablooda.</i>


I should know this symbol - but the meaning evades me.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 1


Obedi me!<br>v2


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


You don't know the half of it. With a bit of luck, we'll meet a beholder.


Ew!


Two centuries in my service and you still think you have a choice in the matter? Stupid, stupid boy.


Please, hurry. I don't know how much longer Thaniel can last.


Arka, wait! You can't just shoot her!


Well, she was a <i>delight</i>.


Still in one piece. What did that thing <i>do</i> to me?


Well I'll be. I almost expected you to back out of our bargain.


A spot of healing will help.


A unique disease - one which has never passed through this institution before.


*Only the dead and the damned belong here, and this debtor has realised you don't quite qualify as either. They're about to raise the alarm.*


A simple task.


Let us make camp, before the sun yields to the stars.


Looks in order. Last door on the right. Don't keep the Duke waiting.


Piss-addled pontificator.


Where is that confounded mop?


Typical.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Vae victis!<br>v3


I don't know what you are, that you can defy the Absolute's will.


Well figure it out. I need to know I can rely on you.


Hear me, Moonmaiden...


I don't see a problem, as long as mister fang there keeps his appetite in check.


Tch, we do know, thank you - we just don't care.


*Wyll shudders with Karlach's desperation. She is a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.*


She <i>what</i>? Blood and rust. What'd you do?


I don't think that <i>were</i> a healing potion, mate. You don't look good.


*Suddenly you see what she sees. Feel what she feels. Confusion. Resolve. And a hint of gratitude.*


I can't lose you.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Morere!


Maybe I need more pockets.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


They won't be summoned from beyond the grave. Lazy.


*Now's your chance to offer something worthwhile.*


But do not despair, seedlings. You are young - you will find love.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Moonmaiden protect and guide you.


Haven't read a book since I was a kid. Not a lot of exciting fiction in Avernus. Tell you what, you find one you think I should read, and I'll check it out.


I begged one of them to claim my soul. Hoping for Lathander or Selûne, but at this point I've probably done more to earn Loviatar's interest.


Aaaargh! Mind flayer!!!


Bodies for the harvest!


But no doubt there's a tadpole squirming in our heads. We have to act.


Stand down! It is on our queen's sacred order that I keep the Prism close.


Damn it. I guess that's a no.


It felt like a quake fit to topple Ramazith's Tower.


Adamantine is precious, <i>jargh</i>. And I'm not the sharing type.


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


Imps on a <i>gh'ath?</i>


I'm tempted to ask you to sign my copy of Baldur's Mouth. But you're hardly the same adventurer. No one like that would hang out <i>here</i>.


I thought you a rebel in arms. I see now you were but a snake waiting for its moment to strike.


I thought you trusted me... I was wrong. And it will cost us everything.


But you - your blood is purer than mine ever was. He made you himself. The perfect killer.


The mind flayer won't like that. If we take that road, we'd better be very, very sure it's the right one.


Splendid crossbow, quite refined. No duergar clan made this.


You took advantage of my powers.


Someone's marked a spot at the base of Moonrise Towers. Worth a look.


*This piece of humble parchment contains your promise to give Raphael the Crown of Karsus. Without it, you are unbound from him forever.*


Ironic, then, that it was Isobel who drove me into Shar's arms. She died, and I was left alone.


And you'll never know.


Capture... return... Baldur's Gate...


I would prefer to cut your throat, and finish what Bhaal could not.


I wanted to see you. While I still could.


The shadows claimed that bird. Not for me to interfere...


Cudo! v3


If they didn't sell anything, how can they pay more?


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Argh! Please, s-stop!


Disgusting. I'll be damned if that's in store for <i>us.</i>


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


Don't look now...


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


Never seen a gem like this - bet it's a fake.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


You must accept. Refuse, and know my fury.


Recovered <br>V2


Hope your soul is in good hands.


Looks like an army marched through here.


*That settles the matter. Crisis averted.*


HAHA-HEEHEE-ha ha ha... ha ha... ha...


Her death will be temporary, but her anger... that will be permanent.


Got to press on.


I am the smile of the worm-cleansed skull. I am the regrets of those who remain, and the restlessness of those who are gone.


Well, why would you bloody not!


Enjoy the party!


She's out there now - doing her moon magic and what-have-you. Keeps the curse away from the inn.


He has no cause to be humble. He's brought us back together - a task I failed miserably at.


Something different.


No.


What needed to be done. Hunting our prey.


What can I say? Mother always taught me to be a gracious host.


I can feel the brain... it's draining me...<br>


Surely there's a more tactful way to say that? One that won't get us killed?


I said you could come in. Didn't say you could leave.


Then she falls flat on 'er face with an arrow in 'er back! That's the Absolute that is. Protectin' me.


Unseen as a stalking cat.


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


Yes, and he failed to find it. Little wonder he hasn't returned here - you have seen how the General deals with incompetents. They bleed.


I will not let you down.


A shame I can't carry power like that in my pocket.


Enough!


A fine painting. Should be worth its weight in gold.


A fortunate find. We could do with some potions for the journey ahead.


*One horn. This is the devil Wyll has been tasked to kill.*


I didn't sign up for this.


She tormented me, with blades and hot irons. I resisted... but then she forced me to drink a foul brew - the rabid, cursed blood of all manner of beasts.


What, exactly, was the point of that?


This is not the first time your kind have threatened Baldur's Gate, and the city still stands.


Buff


Mind the g-word - every time you say 'goblin', you have to take a drink.


Time to press ahead.<br>


Burn. Bleed. <i>Kill.</i>


Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring, when we get to this hag's teahouse.


Attack


I don't know dear, I don't know. All we can do is be patient.


Innocents go in, True Souls come out. Given that all of these True Souls are infected, it has to be the source of this magic.


Pay attention.


They won't be needing this place again.


Gods, there's something moving in there!


You can get very rich along the way, or let someone else take what's rightfully yours. Choose wisely.


MAKE IT STOP, KELEMVOR. THE PAIN. THE SCREAMING.


Feeling drab? Why not add a bit of <i>glitter.</i>


Yeah - a diabolist with a loose sense of duty, and a hunger to be richer than Mammon.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


Wouldn't I like to know. I've asked the fellow many times, but he's not in a talking mood.


She hides in the ground, but I will find her.


The grove is counting on us.


It's not your fault - I can hardly expect you to understand. But nor will I relinquish the chance of godhood for a love that would only last a mortal lifetime. I'm sorry.


Question for you: have you ever heard a banshee's scream?


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


And I truly mean <i>we</i>. Every moment counts, and I've asked much of you already without being at your side.


*You and the corpse seem to have been alone together for quite some time.*


Pack your things! You're no longer a member of this staff.


Allow me.


He wanted <i>your</i> flesh, dripping with the tyrant's pain, coated in the Bone Lord's ash, but you have failed him.


Try it again. I dare you.


Cave circulum!


((*what more would you ask?*))


Allow me to be frank - we can't presume we'll get to share another night like this; there's a battle coming. Not everyone is going to make it.


*...and then smiles serenely as blood and shadow spread like stains across your memory, erasing all that live there.*


More of Orin's goons. Wonder how many she's brought over to the Lord of Murder.


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


You trying to burrow back home, little rabbit?


I wouldn't have predicted the night you shared with our friend, Lae'zel. You didn't consider it beneath you?


Halsin now walks the Plane of Shadow. And not all that enters will return...


I thought you'd never been.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)


<i>An adventurer. I came from Baldur's Gate, though I was never one to be constrained by circumstance. I longed for more. </i>


That's ironic, coming from you.


We ain't going no place! And y'know what? Neither are you...


Dearest Karlach. I'd busy myself finding Orin if I were you. I'll still be here for any unfinished business, once you've secured your camp.


May you strike like the viper and choke like the vine. Good luck.


Kids, huh? I don't know. How about a really mean goat.


I guess it makes things easier for them if I drop dead.


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


Fog?!


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


Only Sharrans would make pain a thing of many toys.


Go!<br>


Elgg-hor... duk-tak... slayer. There are many names for you, my love, and all of them inspire dread. You are exquisite.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


If you're here for a coffin, get ready to <i>wait.</i>


Wow - you really showed that small defenceless child who's in charge.


Hello again. Still got me head on me shoulders!


And do mind your messes, Wyll. I won't always be there to clean them up.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Looks like it siphons power from anyone lying in that cradle. Wonderful.


Good news. Well. That's good. Yes. Quite.


Crescit eundo!


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


No.


Was't your father a flounder?


<i>Duke Stelmane trusted me, and the city trusted her. I conceived the plot, but Belynne took centre-stage.</i>


The curse gets deadlier the further you go in. But have no fear, boss. We've got a guide.


Ain't fooling me. Only you Absolute-lickers get my mind wobbling.


*A fierce thing, burning with potential, primed for absorption - it feels the pull of the Netherbrain, but its attention rests on you.*


I think it's going rather well. I've more gold in my pockets now than I ever had begging for Lady Jannath's scraps.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Tell you secret! Not the others, but master, yes, tell Thunder Master!


Damn, that burns.


Very well.<br>


We have enough for the master - no more are needed.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


With ease.


She is gone, but the Dark Lady is always with me. Perhaps there's another enclave out there for me.


I did as I was told! Followed every order I was given -


I'll fix that.


Shar is no doubt pleased. Though I'm not sure I care for the pleasures of such a goddess.


A mind flayer. No intention of letting <i>that </i>happen.


Give me the honour of my name. In full.


Don't mind the Lady's Court. Just playing our last game - our warning to any who presume to take Nine-Fingers' place.


Lord Bhaal... Disrespected by his Chosen... <i>Unheard of...</i>


On this matter of sharing memories, I see no reason for us to worry at one another's worms.


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


Shouldn't have wished to live in more interesting times.


So eager to die. Very well, brute - you will make a welcome addition to my undying retinue.


J'ehlar is doing her best, but he shows no signs of waking.


Perure!


Extra Recovered <br>V4


<i>This</i> is the sacrifice that Bhaal demands? I had expected something more... auspicious, perhaps.


*The claws try to grip your hands, try to stop you, but you slam the book shut before they can take you.*


Named after wizards. There's Ramazith, Elminster, Silverhand... and Karsus. The Annals must be behind his door.


Thank you. I most certainly will. When I've had my fill of the local fare, I may look for more interesting pastures.


Such violence, such wreckage - would that we were on the blade-front of slaughter.


The True Soul who's going to save us all. Pleased to meet you.


You don't want to mess with such folk. Trust me - there are worse things than becoming a mind flayer.


Timmask and torchstalks. Great.


Falling


Thou inglorious hog.


You're in league with them, aren't you? Those tentacled - argh.


'Fluffers' they call me. Idiots.


He'll have his pick of the prey - within reason, of course.


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


The half-human with the artefact. She's - well, she's been better.


Tracks. Mephits or... no, <i>goblins.</i>


No special reason, really. I was just... practising an incantation.


Star.


Listen. I'll read you the text.


Look sharp, 'Lorina. Anytime now.


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


Revered?


Shout


Don't give up now.


Fallin' down <i>already?</i> What are ya, a bloody gnome?


Githyanki. Research into the hunt for the Astral Prism, I'll wager.


You're defective. Broken. Doomed.


Hmm - seems right. But I think there's another step...


That's that, then.


PainPretend<br>var 1


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


So long in silence - now the Elder sings!


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


Eya, you missed all the fun. We caught a bunch of tieflings on the road and slaughtered 'em.


It's a front, really. I sell tacky, devil-shaped knick-knacks to plebians, and a more... refined set of wares to discerning customers. Like yourself.


Still warm to the touch, if you can believe it.


Dear gods above! It's hot off the press - Lord Gortash is <i>dead</i>!


A hero to the hilt. Seek me out in the city, truly - beneath my brush, you'll live forever.


Thank the living gods Gortash is here to protect us.


Yes. What an excellent idea.


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


Necromancy. No wonder it is cursed.


<i>You will become a Dark Justiciar, blessed with my power. You will become my voice to those who embrace me. And you will be my sword arm against those who would do me harm.</i>


Good work rooting out the traitor.


A brief discussion.


Go on! Take the ring and watch your fortune change!


You know. You looked me right in the eyes, then <i>ran</i>.


Let's you and I go and have a chat with Manip Nestor, hm?


Today's good news: 'Heroic Adventurers Arrive to Save City From Absolute'!


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


Always good to talk, my friend.


Moonrise Towers in its prime. Hardly the monstrosity it is now.


They won't be needing this place again.


Vivat crescat floreat!


I remember when I dreamed of the same.


Criminals of all sorts. This place is damned near overrun.


A little help from my hamster.


You ask. You drink. Then you <b>amaze</b>, enthuse, astound me. Again.


Foul play afoot or tragic accident? The Baldur's Mouth investigates.


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


Nothing that wasn't already there, fear not. But I've lived many lifetimes since Khalid died.


Not now, perhaps.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


It's huge.


Now now, darling - you'll want to leave that be.


Hm. Something... necromantic in this jar. Or... spoiled milk?


*The bird says nothing. Only the sound of its laboured breath fills the silence.*


I buried my daughter because of you. I'm going nowhere.


We can lay down later.<br>


Hey! Wait your turn. We're all here to see Figaro, it's not just you.<br>


That might be worth a look.


Ngh! Bloody rocks.


It is a kind of love after all; at the very least a most deep seated passion.


Like that'll do any good! That ritual was our salvation.


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


Don't waste a step.


Then please, Mrs Highberry, lead the toast.


Did you hear something earlier? Almost like a groan.


Don't bleed out on me.


Ludus non factum est!


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


There is but one way. Vlaakith.


Oakfather, ease my way.<br>


This is no night you can sleepwalk through, somnambulist, you must be wide, wide awake to survive.


Dum vita est, spes est!


Did you see that? The entire building - rubble! I bet it took the crèche too. This is a disaster!


Ludus non factum est!<br>v2


Could just look the other way.


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


Tools and a thick rope. Someone climbed up from down below.


Listen, you!


Mind flayer horticulture.


These are no fixings for a soft and cuddlesome toy. The children in these parts have strange tastes, Boo...<br>


Maybe we could make a difference out there. Although, I do need to ask...


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


A Selûne prayer book. Hmm, well she didn't answer any prayers from this place.


She's started a huge fire, and you're trying to save my life.


VO_SFX : Downed v3


Traitor! I will bring this tower to the ground before I'll hear another word.


Shame. More than I ever knew it was possible to feel. Shar left me with all the memories I need to punish myself.


You watch my back, I watch yours.


I have power enough to share.


You know, I've been catching myself smiling more lately. I think that's your fault.


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


A hero has risen from a legacy of death.


Gods rest these guys - whoever they are.


But the Flamin' Fist? Pile of smokin' corpses.


You became my mission. To take a child of Selûne's most dedicated followers, and turn her over to Lady Shar. To show that all light fades, and darkness will prevail in the end.


The Zhentarim will be busy putting order on this place for a while. But when you call for us, we'll come.


Once I get my hands on it, it'll remedy my flagging coffers.


A road that leads me straight to a hag's den, alas. But I wish you well. Be safe.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Death's close at hand.


You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns.


It transformed! Is that all it can do, or...?


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Spend a long time moping down here, did you?


If I have to.


Without me, you are nothing.


But I haven't sprouted any tentacles - least not yet, thank Balduran.


We need one another as allies, but I want more from you than that. I want all of you.


Nervermernd.


*Your own Mother Superior revived the tradition, and created new Justiciars. How you longed to become one of them... yet she always denied you.*


Because Master Lorroakan is engaged in important work, I take care of such banalities as speaking with customers.


Effort v10


Resisto acidum!


Hey, uh, Honk, I think we ordered the -


Need to piss. Do I have time to piss?


Dum vita est, spes est!


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Don't be silly. What is it really?


I've seen this language before - inscribed on the Szarrs' signet ring, I think.


Father, they will die for you.


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


Pretty please, try. I'm in the mood for destruction.


Too bad the rest of the note is pure gibberish.


Walk tall, friend.


Could this be taking any longer? We haven't got all damn day!


<i>Meat! </i>Want it! Tear it off your bones!


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Very droll, madam. Most amusing.


Help's on the way.


You've gained my respect, and more still, my yearning.


Go on. Bow.


Time to fetch Scratch from the kennels, I suppose.


Little wonder the surface world is in such disarray if they are among its protectors.


Well - we've unearthed a disfigured corpse. I can't fathom why.


It is no small thing, to slay one's life-bringers. You did what was right, not what was easy.


Combat Vocals - Hurt<br>Ugh!


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


Slight problem. The flames are scorching my backside as well as my mind. But I like your optimism, and I can help.


Nothing.


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


I've never wanted to kiss you more than I do now.


I didn't realise we were here to make friends.


Intruders! You will regret defiling this place.


Swing, duck, and... swing!<br>


Ketheric was Myrkul's Chosen.


Move back, secondary positions!


I know, love. I know.


We are not. But perhaps we can give you a chance to do deeds just as worthy of song.


Big Gortash fans.


Mors animae!<br>v3


Such wisdom. Which means you do not even have the excuse of ignorance.


Halsin? Halsin!<br>


Now, if this answer satisfies you, let us linger no longer in this limbo of indecision, but settle on your knowledge of the individual I seek.


You can. I made it so. But allow me to jog your memory...


*You must surrender some part of yourself. But what?*


Be a little more careful. Your soul's very valuable, and we won't always be able to intervene.


Shouldn't go wandering in dark alleys. Very dangerous hobby. Gets people killed.


Alive? Free? <i>Feeling? </i>I've dreamt for years of seeing you like this.


Just to be clear - you're going to lead us into a nest of githyanki marauders, and we're supposed to trust that will end well for us?


<i>They tracked the artefact all this way... you handled them well.</i>


'So sayeth the <i>wise</i> Alaundo.'


*Many eyes in the room dart away when you try to meet them. Hells, they all know you. Even the dog knows you.*


Find him on the roof. And pray that he is forgiving.


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


This toymaker's been turning children's playthings into bombs.<br>


Whatever comes, I'm ready.<br>


You betray yourselves. A bond based on lies will one day be severed.


Mutatis mutandis!


Ah. Yes, that was probably it.


We challenged the gods to get those Netherstones. Hold onto them tight.


Last one I gutted looked just like you - ain't got any long lost sisters have you?


You know what? I'm glad they posted me out here. Those writers were starting to piss me off - all the incessant, <i>inane</i> chatter.


The only god who holds power here is the Absolute - remember that.


What do I have to lose?<br>


What was I thinking? I can't summon a dead ogre!


Besides, nothin' mundane about serving good brew. Stuff's the balm of life, and Stickshit there's got the honour.


Gods above, what's wrong with you?!


She's my... um. My... boss?


Bibberbang - curious. Beautiful - but dangerous.


No time for mercy.


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


What do we have here?


There's a breeze down here. Wonder where it's coming from.


I... I thought we could have so much more together. All of us. But this is your choice.


Hook horror. A worthy kill.


Light on my feet.


Plue!


Clean paws, my loves. We want no more crunchy surprises in the stew.


We should give it a read.


Good day to you.


I... hesitated to mention this back in the druids' grove - for obvious reasons - but no one has earned my trust if not you.


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


Macte virtute!


This'll make things interesting.


The wars of late have left many with nowhere to turn... Many lost their families, their homes - some never had them to begin with.


Stop! What are you doing down here?


Someone wrong-footed him about me. Probably Zariel, somehow or other. Now Wyll's another of her victims.


Retrieve the Netherstone, or you doom us all.


Da mihi facta!


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


It's back!


Time to press ahead.<br>


See you there, maybe. <br>


Mannequins. What are these for?


We can beat an army that size to the city, I reckon. But only if we get going <i>now.</i>


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


<i>Belynne understood this. Belynne became my freedom. </i>


Do what you will. I cannot prevent you. But you know as well as I, I will come for you. One day.


Hm. What manner of gadgetry did the gith carry?


They'd tear us apart. You saw what happened to the others.


This latest attack will only strengthen their resolve.


I doubt it, little one. Come, let's hear you scream one last time.


I'm sure she's something else now that you can touch her. All those years of pent-up frustration - it has to go somewhere.


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


<i>Why won't they leave? I need to warn the others... and find Remira, if she's still alive.</i>


Only you can decide if that's really true. If you owe her your life. As for me, I'm positive we can stop the Absolute without losing you, Gale.


Gah! That's a frightful amount of teeth where there shouldn't be any.


Recovered


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


*A macabre arrangement of flesh. Only a truly depraved mind could dream of such a thing.*


Orin toys with us like a cat with a wounded mouse. But to what end?<br>


A shapeshifter. What a pity, I thought we were killing a real clown.


That's that settled.


Fight!


Hold your tongue. It's not you I want - it's Karlach. Send her over.


Father, are you watching?


I commend you for putting an end to Orin's madness - she must be screaming bloody murder in the Hells even now.


Cazador and his spawn dead. And our children with them.


Phew, I'm getting all het up. Let's make tracks!


Thank you. In darkness, I see your light.


Oh, Master! Still as thirsty as ever. But tonight you should concentrate your efforts on another.


She is the best at this game. I never win, except when she lets me.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


So. Not a tentacle to be seen.


Outcast no longer. I will <i>ascend.</i>


<i>...and I'll try to get off duty for the funeral.</i> You were right, Cora. That Ephren's a kind soul.


Take her below. We can deal with her once the apostate is dead.


Smells like death in here - <i>a</i> <i>lot </i>of death.


Damn straight we are. I've got a lot of living to do, and I'm going to need my horn for most of it.


Come - and pay no heed to their slaves. A bleeding heart is an unnecessary burden.


You're wasting time.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Damn. Find another way inside!


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


Why did we need an <i>Arch</i>duke? Wasn't a Grand Duke enough?


Getting stuck with you isn't so bad.


<i>... empty vessel ... nothing more...
... lending voice... to elder lore...</i>


Magical boots? Might be a good fit for Gale.


Think I found something.


Hells. Torchlight won't last long here.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


Leap now, look later.


I know.


There is no 'before'.


I hope your goddess appreciates the blood you have shed for her, Shadowheart.


*This is no ordinary hunger. This is the hunger of a vampire spawn. One that hasn't fed since it was created.*


This 'Halsin' has been studying the tadpole.


A torch is no use against the shadow curse.


All right, fine. Neither you nor the box're worth the trouble.


The Blade of Frontiers, hm? Do you always need to be the centre of attention?


She should! Mol's tougher than anyone! She...


You but better!


How precious - sweeter than any man who still has his brain! The things I'd do with you, if I were in command of the parasite piloting you.


The stolen boots will do nicely as proof. A drow such as yerself could name their prize then, I reckon.


As do I. But smile, my love, there are yet more worlds to conquer. Perhaps it is time for my homecoming.


I figured as much, what with my one good eye for seeing and fingers for counting.


I'm more the fool for getting upset. It's likely gold you want, right?


*The squirrel flees, shrieking with indignant terror.*


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


All right, soldier. But look, if  you're in a fix that can be solved by fire or fists, just point me in the right direction. I mean it.


I take pleasure in harming my enemies, but I do not kill for the joy of it. Only when it serves my ambitions to do so.


Ferio!


To punish a murderer. If that is not enough, leave. I have no time for those lacking commitment.


Better a quick draught than ceremorphosis, nonetheless.


You look good helpless.


I'm glad to be recognised by someone of such... <i>staggering</i> repute.


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


Looks like there was a fight. No love lost between duergar and myconids, it seems.


Athkatla. I was poisoned when last I was there - still an improvement on Raphael's hospitality.


When you get fucked up, you fuck up right back.


They have the kinda booyahg that comes from bein' chosen by a god.


Go on, then. Just keep your nose clean.


I have just the thing.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


But not tonight. Tonight is about you.


Look, Mama, look! It's so, so pretty!


Who in the hells threw that?


Go on then. But anything lower would be criminal.


Blessings of the Moonmaiden. Praise her.


Be firm with Wulbren. But not too firm. Let him have his say, but don't let him talk over you. Got it? Good.


Listen, I know what I like - and the book delivered it in <i>spades</i>.


Curses! I was going to ask you to do the same thing, of course that tit got there first!


That disappearing act is getting very old, very fast.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


He didn't come back, did he? His smell is gone. He's gone...


<i>Aggeniculamur in umbra tua, Pater Arborum.</i>


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


My shining star. Since I've known you, we've shed more blood than could ever fill the Chionthar. The wounds we sustained were the testament to our might.


We should spend as little time in the Shadowfell as possible - focus on the task at hand.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Nobody's talking to you, flatface!


Impero te!<br>v2


Recovered <br>V3


I spy with my little eye... nothing of note, really.<br>


You know, we can go upstairs whenever you'd like.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


It's a process known as ceremorphosis, and let me assure you: it is to be avoided.


That door reeks of necrotic magic. Perhaps it's best left closed for now.


If it ain't broke, it's 'cause we already helped you fix it!


The cub speaks.


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


I will tell your story, Santoria! Thindo Vintervur will LIVE ON!


You shouldn't have to make people feel welcome in places they don't belong.


*The temptation to push on is strong, but without the Emperor's gift - the parasite - you will have no means to evolve.*


*You cannot swallow your own lie. You knew them, and you miss them. Your vision blurs with hot tears...*


What living nightmare is <i>this</i>?


<i>G'lyck. </i>Cursed to be in the presence of <i>k'chakhi</i>.


Mors animae!<br>v3


Ah! Oh, goodness. That thing on your face is even worse than I remember.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Can't blame anyone for reacting with fear - but it might do to keep our condition on a need-to-know basis.


Now, if you'll excuse me, I should return to my own worship.


Empty.


No go inside. Inside boring.


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


More. Drink.


Stole idol... said 'sorry'... they were still mad...


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


*Your skull pounds in response to the prisoner's white-hot stare. Her lips don't move, yet you hear her voice.*


Risum teneatis?


Lead, then.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


Watch it!


*The rat's eyes soften as he emits a pained squeak.*


Nulla salus!


Me too. Yes - very glad.


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


*An antique globe of Toril. The location of Baldur's Gate is easy to find - it's marked by a bloody thumbprint.*


Forgive me - I am in the middle of a most interesting speculation on alchemical blood.


Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard. Has a ring to it, doesn't it? I can't think of a better caretaker for the Gate.


The harbour is at its most splendid when the sun is high! The light dances on the water, the sails snap crisply in the breeze, and the smell of the fish-heads is sweet as berries!


Locked - but there's no keyhole. Must be a switch or something nearby.


<i>He... he wasn't even sorry for hurting me so fucking bad.</i>


My mug's gone dry, Stickshit.


It's nothing compared to - well, other things I could be dining on. But significantly better than the rats and bugs Cazador served me.


What's that?


*Wrath. The purest of all things that burn.*


Hm. Ripplebark could sustain an entire village if seeded properly.


I swear, these shadows are eating my soul. We need light...


It's no use.


Deal with them. Or I will.


<i>Most certainly Orpheus. He is a threat to her reign.</i>


And you are the Hells' lowest dregs. I will not let Wyll take the city!


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


Until Master Halsin returns, my eyes must stay on Kagha.


Amicus animalis!


Hack away, sweet meat. Let your butchery unfold.


Eiecto te!


Inexpugnabilis!


Ah. That... does not sound encouraging.


<i>Tsk'va</i>. How dare you turn against me?!


*To be adored, to be found beautiful <i>one last time</i> is more than most corpses could ever dream.*


A calculated risk.


*There's something strange about the man dying before your eyes. Though in agony, he seems to be <i>enjoying</i> this.*


Oculus tempestatis!


You have returned... Do you remember? You were the one who first fed me flesh.


Cross me again, and I will end you.


Impero te!<br>v2


*The inscription on this bust reads 'Shyressa Runemaster'. Whoever that was.*


I yearn for fresh grass and a clear sky. I hope we can leave this place soon.


Tormentum!


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Gods spare me, why did I think eating a second one was a good idea?


Cazador said the scars were his gift. A poem to carry with me.


Now, now - <i>your </i>master touched the lamp like a ding-a-ling - which means this is your problem, not mine!


VO_SFX : Initial Downed<br>


Crafted in Suldanessellar for elven royalty. It is as fragile and hideous as the neck it adorned.


I will be the Dread Lord's Chosen once again. And you will be my offering.


Why don't you get off my back, and enjoy the view, hero? Who knows - it might help you be less of a grump.


*The tressym is at its ease, a glint of satisfaction in her sparkling eye.*


Let me guess. This is about them Umberlee servants.


You. Will. REIGN!


These gith are formidable - but not infallible. We can take them in battle, should it come to that.


Another brain.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


My mother always told me - don't raise your head above the parapet if you don't want to lose it. Gortash did a lot more than that, and he's paid for it <i>dearly</i>.


Nothing doing. I should take a look around, find a way to open this thing.


Step on a plate, trigger a light above that door. A code.


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


These chests are empty...


The blacksmith's blueprints. Greatsword, dagger, and... a sickle, I think.


Hostium munera!


Good, dear tainted one. Good.


You brought me back to life, and for that I'm in your debt, but we're surrounded by danger. It could happen again.


To think I ever hoped for more from you...


What are these mannequins here for?


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


What an awful place to be trapped.


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


Non fit injura!


If I were being dramatic, I would take a knife to your most sensitive parts, and ensure you could never use them again.


I've tried to tell you - I'm not what you think I am.


The end is upon us - ignore the brain's pleas. It must die!


Hot hot HOT!


Yes... I mean - no? I am not interested in biting the rodent is the point.


CONNOR... his name is... <i>Connor...</i>


Dying Deep Exhale


The Absolute's forces have taken Duke Ravengard to Moonrise Towers.


Pipe down!


Where am I? I don't like this dream!


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Damn that djinni. Where <i>am </i>I?


Out, foul deformity!


Well, jumping overboard is hardly an option - so that leaves us with taking control of this ship.


Your Twat-Soul chum owes us a load of coin. You want through? Make a donation.


Let her try. My thirst for blood has yet to be quenched.


Effort v4


I can't stand here and do nothing.


Watch this, Ra'jak!


I spent two hundred years bringing him victims. Each and every one was whisked away to be fed on that night.


It shall be done - reluctantly.


*Word will spread of the githyanki who freed the city from the Netherbrain's scourge. You won't be welcomed by everyone -*


*There is a food shortage due to Absolute raiding activity. Citizens are advised to buy food in moderation so that all may eat.*


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


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


Tell you what - the murder upstairs has brought some punters, but it's also really spooked folk out of renting rooms.


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


<i>I am glad you see it that way. </i>


I've no time for idle chatter - the news doesn't sleep, especially in such dangerous times.


Where did the djinni find this crap?


An apt metaphor - though I hope it won't lose me some kisses.


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


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


Wyll Ravengard - the stain of Baldur's Gate.


And you are the one who could prevent it.


*Perhaps offering a bribe wasn't the best way to prove your innocence. You're under arrest.*


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


The trainee<i> yank</i> fight well already. They will make excellent additions to our ranks.


All the grabbing and touching <i>startles </i>poor Biscotti. I will not apologise for caring about my boy.


We have to look out for each other.<br>


Wretched thing, pull yourself together.


You're bluffing, right? Because those contraptions could turn us to paste.


Still, you've been a friend to us so far.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


That feeling... My oath is broken. Again.


So we should do nothing? Just wait for the next wave?


Come on, then!


I am sorry for your loss, but it will be a tenday before I can take your departed. Maybe more.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


The grove needs to move beyond the mistakes of the past. What it needs is an unknown quantity; an outsider who can enforce the Oak Father's teachings without bias.


Looks like this town was ransacked - by soldiers, if my eyes don't deceive me.


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


This stuff is ancient.


Nothing. Seems like I'll need more than just the raw materials to get this thing working.


I'd be highly entertained if he choked on a button. But I don't <i>hate </i>him, per se.


That was my second kidnapping, when the mind flayers snatched me up.


Don't worry - if anything happens, I'll protect you.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Our illithid child has wandered away. Looking for more victims, no doubt. Oh well.


The temple proved to be a poor sanctuary.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


<i>That was most of them - time to press on. </i>


Dying


Sloppily done. But I guess the goblin had it coming.


Effort v11


I'll have to keep practising.


Let's see.


*The mangled meat-pile Orin turned your brain to at last deigns to send you a memory.*


Ya wanna grow into a weaklin'?


<i>Sha va zai.</i>


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Myself included among them. I'm so glad you're back.


There's blood, by the bed.


PainOpen<br>var 3


You sleep light. I thought you'd be exhausted.


Then that is what we must do.


I'll watch your back - go on!


I could end it now - but I'll be patient. Father will see us together again. He will see you bleed.


Another shapeshifter? Not to state the obvious, but this circus is no place for children.


Disturbing, you mean.


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


*Gulp.*


The hells? Why would it take us here of all places?


Eiecto te!<br>v3


I know what I see - my mortal enemies. And I know what must be done about them.


Too late - the shadows stir!


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


Gela!


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


What's this thing do, anyway?


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


Should've just got some slaves up here to clear this out.


I don't think you <i>really </i>believe that. A deep gnome strapped to a windmill wasn't your business. A group of captives suffering under mercenaries and cultists wasn't your business.


With her <i>powers, </i>Pidge.


Get it right this time, or I'll resurrect someone who can!


Looks like Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


Someone was... <i>arranging</i> these corpses. What for?


Besides, I find it gives one an air of mystique. No one's more intriguing than an adventurer with one eye.


As do I.


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


Clear the small pieces first!<br>


Missed the welcome parade, did you? Hugging, tears - it was just lovely.


Horribilissimus!


That's not mine to open.


This is a nightmare.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


<i>Tnak</i>. I'll feckin' kill you!


Effort v2


And by turning mortals illithid, you deny their souls to their keepers.


Falling


*Mug of ale, 4 cp
Chopped cheek, 3 sp
Daily special, inquire*


<i>Ghaik</i> aren't the only abominations here, it seems.


We were lucky this time. Next time, who knows?


Ravengard blood runs through Wyll's veins. I choose to trust. I hope you choose to honour it.


<i>You</i>. You saved Minsc while he danced like a mind flayer's meat-puppet. Why?


Punge!


I'd be careful with Astarion.


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


Seems simple enough.


Poor Scratch. I miss him.


Mutatis mutandis!


Years of planning... for nothing.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v3


She'll be roast like a goose if that fire isn't put out.<br>


This plane finds new and exciting ways to disgust me.


Anyway, get some rest. Try not to dream about tying me up.


Me too.


A view only the damnable and the diabolical could relish.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


Blessed Gaerdal, thank you.


Well? You done mucking about yet?


Orin happened.


Cold, check. Looming dread, check. Brace yourselves.


This is gonna be a rush.


I'm afraid the tadpole is still there. But I did shut out your other visitor for a while, so we can enjoy some privacy.


Karlach... I am sorry. I shall not try to soothe you with gilded words, but know that I am here for you.


Ugh.


<i>...Find my spear, step forward, and strike down the Selûnite.</i>


Te curo!<br>v2


BLEARRRGH!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


The mind flayer is gone. That doesn't bode well...


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


Dead goblins, dead travellers.


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


To stand on the shores of this sea of gore... It's enough to drive one mercifully insane.


Orin is a doppelganger, then. Excellent - another cause to look over our shoulders.


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Alas, it was a good that never came to be.


Leave, before I put a sword through you.


I am generous to those who aid him. When I return to Moonrise, I will be triumphant, and you will share in my victory.


You know, I've spent my life treating folk and never once saw a mind flayer infection. Then suddenly there's dozens of you - maybe more.


Those chains don't just bind him - they protect him. He's invulnerable.


This should help.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


Gela!


*The brain lifts from the skull, but you notice an opportunity - you could cripple the strange creature, making it more subservient should it prove a threat.*


Happy to assist a friend.


Rugan... fled... north...


I'll get you right in no time.


Well praying didn't help...


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


I'll lend a hand.<br>


Research, naturally. We Oblodras are simply curious by nature.


Came across Xargrim... his friend - a fight broke out. He summoned a spectator. <i>Fool.</i>


Is gold not the pilot of our world-vessel? I am a proud glutton - and not just for meat.


Good. I will take your word for it. And hold you to it, too.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


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


Out, foul deformity!


I see. It shall be done.


Stultissime!


Incende!


Stop bleeding - it's distracting.


Hold on - help is coming.


We'll manage - but first we need to find him.


Yes! Let's have some fun.


From the Underdark to... wherever this is.


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


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Flagra!


Meaningless.


Us Baldurians can't feel safe with so many of them roaming about without proper supervision.


Take heart, I'm here for you.


Don't make me hold your hand now.<br>


If it's got your hackles rising, then I wager we should steer clear.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


*The creature responds - not in words, but memories.*


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


What, they're no longer worth avenging? You're a fickle creature, little Sharran.


Even the Underdark doesn't want you, half-breed.


Selûnite drivel. Must be connected with that chest - it bears the same symbol.


Is someone out there?<br>


Keep your head down, get to the Lower City, and find the foundry down by the docks.


Voco nubes!<br>v3


OR, IF LUCK SMILES UPON YOU, WIN THE GRAND PRIZE - THE JACKPOT.


The Urge that drove thee to terrible acts. The spark of brutality that made thee his.


Owlbear tracks. Its nest must be nearby.


That was... terrifying. I'm impressed.


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


And here I thought you could resist your Urge. I hate being wrong. I guess I'll have to make use of you in a different manner.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v2


I loved her as I loved her mother. One born from the other, both heritors of my essence.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Sob<br>var 2


GruntAngry<br>var 3


I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.


What... what was that?


This temple is positively dripping with power and dark beauty - is <i>homey </i>truly the first word that springs to mind?


Look, Boo - this place is the source of those booby-trapped bears.<br>


I saw you as a means to escape, nothing more. But when the sky lit up - when I followed it here - I knew you were behind it.


Breathe quiet, move with care.


To make the darkness quiver with mere song - you must have blessed them, my Queen. But if so... where is their lantern?


Help!


Obedi me!


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


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Te exsecror!<br>v2


A painting of creatures in battle? Art imitates life, I suppose.


Aha, Jaheira's old weapons! They look strong as ever. Minsc should know - they gave him many bruises over the years.


<i>Your continued existence as yourself and not a mind flayer should be all the proof you need.</i>


*Your generosity is rebuffed. You're headed back to your cell.*


Yes? Who goes there?


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Meet me there if you have a change of heart.


You shouldn't disturb painters at their easels, and you shouldn't disturb chefs in their kitchens.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Yuck.


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


One day soon, you will wonder how my lips might have tasted, how my fingers on your skin might have felt.


That's... not even slightly what I was saying. I wasn't asking -


Lies. If you were so easily manipulated, I would never have admired you as much as I did.


Ravengard is lost. I am lost.


A traitor's words - she means to fracture this Council!


Next I knew, I was being jolted awake. I smelled musty air. I saw shadows. And then my father's face, so changed, so hideously warped.


So that the Guild can stick my head on a pike? Not a <i>chance</i>.


Let it be done.


Yes. Submit I must, into the Lady's dark-fingered embrace.


More for me.


Elves are so pretty. Pretty worthless!


<i>L'il Alurl!</i> For Shar!


We can make up a little show of kissing each other, but when we are hired at the same time, there are often <i>many other</i> clients in the room to attend to.


A gestating human - neither born not hatched, but <i>made</i>.


I promise you the same measure of respect you've shown your father.


Got nothin'. Kept it all in my <i>old</i> breeches, and somebody robbed 'em!


Here we go.


Tell me you turned him down.


Sewers... underground... unnoticed...


Easy, now.


None shall die today but those who annoy us.


Drow and goblins raided the inn and burned it to the ground.


Now's not the time for wandering. You can explore once I'm out of Wyrm's Rock.


Shit. You calling me weak, <i>jargh?</i>


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


*Their meaning, however, is incomprehensible. The symbols are familiar, but they're arranged in nonsensical order.*


You're gonna pay with somethin' else, you keep wastin' my time like this.


Listen up.


Eerie little black rock. Wonder what it does?


Vicious, unrelenting. The sort of place I imagine you'd take to, Minthara.


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


((*the fanfare is sung - the Rot is cleansed*))


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


We have people to protect. Let us work towards that.


I'm getting off easy? What happened, has the Blaze gone soft?


<i>Me.</i>


Very well. Not everyone finds such matters as fascinating as I do...


Baldurians! Stand with me against this tide that threatens to overwhelm us.


We've kept going so far, despite... our loss. If you can keep on, I can keep on with you.


The Mapping will reveal your heartform. Then the healing can begin.


Don't. Not now.


Never knew them to be god-botherers. But we've sent them to be with their precious Absolute now - good riddance.


*You'd better have a good explanation for what you just did.*


Wait yer turn if you wanna get the mark.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


HAH. HOW DID THE DESPICABLE CHEATER ENJOY HIS VACATION?


So many minds connected... What could they accomplish?


<i>Very well, kin, I shall dine on you.</i>


Be ready. A devil does not so readily give up his toys.


Our need is great. I will open the treasures of this grove to you, even if the circle forbids it.


The marks will fade soon enough - if not the memories they contain.


It may not be the best idea.


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


I don't envy you, I'll admit... There's been some tension in the ranks. It seems a great deal is riding on the outcome of your mission.


No. I can't give up... and I don't want this to be how I part from you. Let us at least try.


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


I have secured a most excellent supply of potions from The Velveteen Elixir!


Effort v2


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


What? Go away.


These days, they have nothing <i>but</i> the Stone Lord to talk about.


Has Wyll proposed marriage yet, or are you just one more frontier for his blade to tame?<br>


Really? You think so? I'll tell Mol! Oh no...


Come, Gale. This staff should suit your needs.


A voice... is that Shar herself, who speaks...?


It was chaos - drow against drow, the clash of blades echoing throughout caverns, the feel of warm blood that I could not see...


Someone didn't like Shar much.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


...A drow. Right - I'd say I'm surprised, but Beshaba's had her mark on us since Elturel.


There's always some weird god or another they want to piss about with. Madness.


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


Oh, petal - she'll thank me for it.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Duergar corpses. What is this beast doing to them?


Yeah? I've got plenty more friends - come in here and you can meet 'em...


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Back to Ethel's. Guess she went mushroom hunting now and then.


Rather ruthless of you to just hand her over like that.


Vlaakith's will be done.


Pity. Then again, perhaps word of your agonising death will draw your little friend to me.


You have earned your place as a Dark Justiciar of Shar.


Dodge
v2


Risus abundat!<br>v3


<i>Tsk'va</i>. My injuries need tending.


He's gone. Left this morning.


Again you commit blasphemous theft in this holy tabernacle? Have you learned nothing?


I need you strong.


Why? All these goods have already been checked in.


Yes.


A lone cub isn't much of a threat...


Corpora sana!


Oi!


I'd give up a kidney for a tour of the Steel Watch Foundry.


You're just jealous 'cause I found somethin'.


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


It's a well-roasted shield.


I find a clear path to the city, you keep everyone alive long enough to use it. That was the plan.


Hail!


A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.


Para bellum!


<i>Indeed! I find I now have an irrational fear of deep water. </i>


Victory<br>


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


Her followers... and my friends, in at least some cases. I was so focused on getting here, on finishing this, I forgot about the life I had here.


Unleash the wyrm, Wyll - let his tempest swallow the Absolute and its allies. Good luck!


That goblin is in my debt - should prove useful one day.


You must have a similar story. Unless my senses deceive me, you brought a bit of the Hells back with you.


I shall investigate.


How very dare you! How very dare you indeed!


Find someplace else to loiter. Far from me, preferably.


I remember you from the grove with the druids. I hoped I'd see you again. And now I have.


Curious. No wounds on that boar, but doesn't quite look like it died peacefully either...


Twelve, thirteen, fourteen - rats, I'm short.


What's next?


That skull is massive! A ghargatula, maybe. Horrendous beasts, as tall as they are  ferocious.


An 'inquisitor', is it? I never was a fan of inquisitions.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 2


Expensive imports, no doubt. A shame they have wilted.


We're finished when I say we're finished.


Victory<br>


Eiecto te!


What's in here?


Wonder if the gods are watching me.


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


We should have a little party when we reach the city, like we did for mum.


To impress a girl, most like.


Just give the word.


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


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


You volunteer wisdom where it is not wanted. All the more galling<i>, </i>then, that you are right.


Besides, I told you already - I'm bound to this place.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


Then our hopes rest with you. May you find the will to keep the city safe.


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


Looks like the barrier's already down. How lovely.


Silence now. I will speak the Rite of Ascension.


Sure, Dad.


*You feel the creature's thoughts stumble against your magic, your will to resist...*


A letter from Orin. I can't imagine it's good news...


In that case, someone needs to survive to tell the story.


Arms? We're damn fisherfolk! We saw the crash and came to help, more fool us.


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


It <i>is</i> you. I knew it!


I know so many of these faces.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Attack


Macte virtute!


Now, what shall I find?


Or worse, trusting a mind flayer to wield the stones, and giving it the chance to dominate a Netherbrain?


WYLL!


I can only hope we still find time to vanquish the curse. I can think of little else.


Let's go already.


<i>See</i>, Phos? This'un has RESPEC'! Now, where was I...


To arms! The traps have snagged a rat.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


What creatures thrive in a lake this dismal?


The fire's nice. I'll stay here a while.


I can see you're in no place to have a civilised conversation. Return when an iota of sense has returned to you.


I should be loins-deep in Sharess' Caress by now, not waddling about in filth.


Not again.


See, spirits, how my killer walks into this salon with such brazen indifference.


What is this? You travelled aboard the ghaik ship. You seek purification.


Ah. You <i>are</i> one of the faithful.


There goes our big lead. Damn.


Wait a tick. That a friend o' yours?


Efforts


Is this true?


*The waggling stump you left of that wizard's arm...*


Te curo!<br>v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Yes, I'm Devella, the unfortunate colleague.


Oho... <i>really?</i> There was that rather defamatory headline... Yes, I see the resemblance.


A few choice cuts and sweetmeats. Nothing fatal - not with <i>my </i>knife-work - but perhaps a tad... diminishing.


I'd normally be buoyed by the sight of so many friendly faces. I fear they'd be far less welcoming if they know of my condition.


Hey, don't be fussing over me - I get that plenty of that from my wife.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


That's it. I'm telling the guards what you did. <i>Everything </i>you did!


Let's not get into the details. If Baldur's Gate can have its secrets, so can I.


But he will see reason. I promise you.


Invoco te


Try me.


The shadow-cursed lands... makes back home in the Underdark seem quaint.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


You're lucky I'm helping.


With Kagha dead, I thought I'd feel better. I just miss my daughter more.


Meenlocks!


I can't talk right now. I'm supposed to be looking for, um, marks. You know.


Not half as sweet as when I tasted you.


As I'm told.


<i>(It burns. It burns. You will burn too.)</i>


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


I'd advise you find someone to taste your food from now on.


For Gond, and Baldur's Gate.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Why do they resist their own salvation?


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


Of course you are not a threat! You are <i>nothing </i>until I tell you otherwise.


The blackmailer's remains. Must've made for a... flavourful toast.


I will help however I can. Let me see to some matters, then I will join you at your camp.


Something about taking on the apostle's form... Just what is Ketheric Thorm planning?


That same ship was at Moonrise Towers, if I'm not mistaken.<br>


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


Oh my!


What am I supposed to do here...?


Harpers - move out!


Mate, what part of 'Guild business' isn't getting through that stone-skull of yours?


Looks like Lathander, god of the dawning sun.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v4


I don't know the alloy. Perhaps it came from the surface.


*Adventurers Alexer and Orion Goodbeard - Intrepid explorers of the Plane of Shadows.*


Go to the rooftop chapel - you have still earned your audience, and you can explain your failing in person.


I need a moment for the two of us.


But what does it mean?


Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul. The tyrant, the assassin, and the necromancer.


HMMMM.


Don't tempt me, darling.


Torchstalk! Best watch my step - they like to explode.


*The world spins as Ravengard's dizziness flows into you.*


I'm in search of a friend. I fear he's in trouble. He had this locket, see, that I gave him years ago before leaving home.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


We preserve them in an embalming solution for longevity.


Now is the time, my friend! Swallow the silvered tadpole!


Closed Mouth Effort v3


You ain't been the same since that rockslide.


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


It's done, then. There's a Slayer among us.


I'm trying to decide on a title for this chapter of the Blade's adventures.


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


What's happening? Where am I?


That's who I'm looking for. Mum and pops, I mean. When Zevlor - when he -


Closed Mouth Effort v12


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Coming up short, I'm afraid.


We're goners if we don't get this door down! Everyone, PUSH!


The engravings on the ring match the language on that strange door. I still can't read it, though.


Effort v6


Somebody help!


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


Lots of blood... Some pink stains, too.


I'm sorry to ask again, but my family's starving.


No more - I'll drag you through all Nine Hells <i>myself</i>.


Esurio!


WIN PRIZES FOUND ONLY IN THE MOST EXOTIC OF PLANES.


I respect your error.


That duke - Ravengard. He'll let us in. He has to!


So many dead... we'll never wash this blood from our hands.


Ask, question, make your query. And drink <b>once</b> more.


Duke Ravengard -  we should free him.


<i>Yaagh! </i>The AGONY!


All right, who's seen some gems lying around?


The mood I am in, boy, I urge you to <i>try.</i>


I've the plans and the sussur bark. Now I just need a forge.


Oi! Outta me head!


Shadowheart did what was right, knowing she stood to suffer for it. In so doing, she proved what it means to be a hero.


*The rat's nose twitches impatiently. Her teeth bite air as though it is flesh, but it doesn't sate her hunger.*


Bullshit. If they're alive, I can save them.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Heh. Maybe she'll send you back here to take his place. Then I'll show you what I can do.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


But we've got to tread carefully. I won't risk my father's life to take Gortash's.


No... the woods have gone dark. There's too many predators lately - and I was never the strong one.


Sarevok... Purged at last. I do not see why the Dread Lord kept such a fossil around so long.


Miss me, petal?


Coast all clear, sir. Some stinkin' bird flew by some time ago, but I got it straight through the neck.


It looks a little fragile to me...


Whoa. More carnage.


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


Gods - I'm going to die in the dark.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


Unholy Assassin? Not a title I would covet...


Do all the damn rituals you want - we're not leaving 'til it's safe!


Yes. It's a good thing we were here.


Most excellent. A parasite shared is a parasite halved. Or something to that effect.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


I smell it. Gortash's corpse-stain. His killer approaches.


Nobody and nothin' can stand in our way.


But, Johl -


Let us speak plainly.


By the Exile - what <i>was</i> that?


Well, we've had to change the policy. Hard to send letters by road when there's a rampaging army of fanatics bearing down on you.


I can feel the poison clearing - I'm cured!


I share my blame for pushing you down that path - for telling you that we must finish Ketheric at all costs.


Few survive Disciple Balthazar's experiments. This is your chance to submit to the Absolute - to find peace.


Falling<br>var 3


Where all the fightin' happened? <i>Really?</i>


Open Mouth Effort


Closed Mouth Effort v12


The blade. It's powerful. Ooh, I can practically taste it. Something for Gale, I think.


There is no time, we are expected back at the palace.


*You strike quickly, but not quickly enough. She shrieks, thrashing helplessly.*


CURIOSITY KILLED ALL THE CATS IT WON'T BE SO KIND TO YOU


More souls. More ways to end you.


Impero te!


Kill him.


Dragonborn cadavers? No, not just cadavers, but effigies. This isn't just spectacle - it's storytelling.


*The memories resurface, a lifetime of battles blurring into one. The single constant is Minsc, launching into the fray no matter the foe - be they god, monster, or man.*


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


Sorry, Gauntlet! Won't happen again, Gauntlet!


Effort v3


<i>You'll </i>be under attack if you don't heed my hiss!


Let's go.


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


Poor souls. They can rest now.<br>


Breaking news! Hear all about it! The Mouth said it first!


The end of the line for Hope. May she rest in peace - at last.<br>


The wrong power source, it seems.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


There's no time to waste.


And what might this be?


Or maybe she'd just say something like, 'My Gale always was one to make the impossible possible.' Oh, but she adores you.


Investigator Valeria thinks it a murder, and is content to blame Brilgor. The politically <i>convenient</i> target.


*Sniff sniff.*


I thought I'd awaken feeling, well, <i>drained</i>. But I seem to be quite as well as ever.


Oak Father guide me.


*The tentacle pulses within the wall, waiting.*


You know, I didn't care for you when we first met.


<i>We will talk later. Now, we must leave. Quickly.</i>


Wyrm's Rock Prison... awaiting execution...


Now, rest. We will need our strength for what lies ahead.


Come, Boo - let us free him!


I suppose you don't have much use for hospitals... unless you're seeking to steal their blood stock.


Oh gods.


Ready yourself.


Indeed - a bargain's a bargain. And the man who skirts a sworn pact is living on borrowed time.


So I decided I wasn't going to be a victim anymore.


<i>I hope she does. And we see each other again soon, both less explosive than ever before.</i>


Ketheric may be gone, but the shadows remain. On our guard.


Gods, I'm alive. Thought that mind flayer would kill me.


Apologies have never been my strong suit. You do the talking when she awakens.


<i>WHAT? </i>Runs can... run out? Oh no...


A central intelligence guides them. If we find the source of that intelligence, we can destroy it.


Wait - wait! I'm not your enemy, quite the opposite, in fact!


Many would kill to be chosen by for such a task. Do <i>not</i> fail.


You make a dangerous accusation. Vlaakith would call your words heresy.


Take the city - let the Ironhands reign supreme. I just wish to go home and mourn my daughter in peace.


That chest. I can <i>feel </i>its magic. <br>


It's <i>fisting</i> time.


I'd like some time to talk.


On the road to Baldur's Gate, near the mountain p-pass. That way.


We did what we had to do.


I regret this already.


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


Breathe quiet, move with care.


Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.


Take them if you must. But I'll remember you didn't listen to sense.


Onward.


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


You seek purity. I may yet grant it.


Night-time raids are the height of rudeness in Rashemen. Could they not have attacked by morning?


But if we are wise, it will be our dominion.


A fine scar to tell your children about.


A crate from the Dalelands. Whoa - smells like old cheese.


Used to come down here a lot when I was a Fist. For, eh, inspections, like.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


I should let it fester.


Hm, just thought of something.


Time to get going.


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


Now get to Moonrise. And do mind the shadows - they've been especially hungry.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Right? His eyes glow and everything.


Fitting. You're braver than half this camp combined. That deserves to be remembered.


For as long as demons and devils imperil the Sword Coast, they will be my prey.


The Mouth is the real voice of the city. And it'll have plenty to say about this.


Would you accuse a surgeon of robbing a tumour? I think not.


No, no. The fault is mine. I chased the story at the cost of its protagonist. Forgive me.


Not sure... where...


What do we have here?


Come on - I'm hungry. Let's go rend some flesh.


Intelligenti pauca!


*The carcass continues to leak.*


<i>Straj.</i>


*Now that K'ha'ssji'trach'ash has done his duty, the flute's duty too has been fulfilled.*


Whatever you do, just do it quickly. I can't go on like this...


Hot hot HOT!


I suppose thanks are in order, again.


Intactilis sum!


Detono!


Hold on to it for now. I haven't quite worked out a schematic for a new design. Might take me a bit of crunching to figure out something suitable... if it can even be done.


I told them - the only weapons here are the ones the foulbloods brought.


Though... perhaps your better nature would extend a little further, for little old me.


Won't leave you behind.<br>


I must be busy. Busy busy busy. Master might see me! Master might <i>approve</i>!


I have been told that I am special since my mother first held me in her arms. The burden of expectation.


Thank you, magic!


There's blood in the air.


Teleported right into the Underdark. Lovely.


Traps are not built to be avoided. Varsh Ko'kuu designed every one himself, elegantly crafting this room to protect our young.


Please bring forth the bearer of the Urge. Then we may all feast our eyes ogling their triumphs.


A quick word.


Besides, I do enjoy being in this neighbourhood again. It has such a rich history of abject tragedy.


You... Talona has no use for those who struggle against the inevitable.


Inficio!


What is this bright tower? Strange.


I'm placing my bets on a resounding 'no'. An innocent tiefling died by our hands.


Acidum!


Yeah.


<i>(Bold! You might've heard that our library has a collection other shops would lack the skill to curate.)</i>


Venustior!


We should probably follow her - this showdown will be something to see.


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


The Society of Brilliance asked me to acquire one of their roe so they can incubate it and, once it hatches, raise the spawn in their tradition.


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


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


Who wants another drink?


Six children, four adults... it must be a bit of a squeeze.


These scribes were armed, for all the good it did them.


The biggest threat to a vampire is another vampire. They're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts.


The Mother Superior wasn't above using it against me. If I disobeyed, sometimes instead of a whipping, she'd threaten to drag me to a wolf den. Never failed to bring me back in line.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


You are asking the impossible! Gyronetics require a steady hand and a sharp gaze - I can barely keep my eyes open. I need to <i>rest</i>.


O, hail, brother, sister, or fellow bosom-cultist.


Now - we must speak.


A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.


Use your eyes.


Take Minthara below. Someone will have to consider her fate.


So now we're teachin' 'im 'is place. 'Course, now that you're 'ere... we'd gladly let ya take over!


The hag's lair? Hardly more appealing.


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


Looks like that idol is enchanted. Might be worth getting a hold of for Gale.


I thought of the possibility more than once, if you must know.


Then Minthara arrived. And now you - the Absolute's keen on drow, seems like.


Mol! We've got trouble!


Goblins ahead!


Spare your tears.


Dying


You have it within you still, I can tell from the crack in your smile and the gleam in your foul eye.


PainOpen<br>var 3


No other choice, I suppose.


Better not be cursed.


These grounds look like they've been trampled by an entire horde of beasts. An army passed through here.


Maybe if I squint?


You must be desperate, to seek my aid.


Listen. Think. From where does Shadowheart draw comfort on a cold, dark night?


Let me guess: baby-eater, devil-worshipper?


Voco araneae!


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


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


You've earned it.


The Absolute's forces have taken Duke Ravengard to Moonrise Towers.


And the goblins, General?


Come, Nymessa. <i>Now.</i>


Come. Let's make this day count - and all the ones to follow.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


You woke us up - did you see what happened here?


It certainly doesn't seem to have done you any harm. Or rather, you've not yet done <i>me</i> any harm. Still, there are undoubtedly risks to such a transformation.


Another will come soon, I have no doubt. So be silent - and do <i>not </i>interfere.


Who needs to crack codes when you have enough ingenuity?


Can't thank you enough.


I don't intend to grovel before anyone!


Take the north path. It winds ya 'round, sure as sunshine, 'til you reach the Towers.


That is all yours, my friend.


Wyvern poison. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.


But that remains ahead of us for now. The Heart of the Absolute must be discovered before I can stop its beating.


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


The Society of Brilliance have asked me to acquire one of your people's roe so they can incubate it and, once it hatches, raise it in their tradition.


Of course I am. But we can talk about this later - I want to enjoy the still of the night.


Once she is dead, we can seize control not only the Temple of Bhaal, but the cult of the Absolute as well.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


An istik? But - but - you can't be here! I can't be seen with you! The ch'r'ai -


Closed Mouth Effort v4


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


Go on, my good man. You can't exactly deny a goddess, now can you?


Obedi me!


Hurt


<i>Oh, I'd rather be a fishmonger than a warmonger...</i>


You louse, you mite!


*Secrets of the port city of Luskan flutter behind this portal.*


I wish I had better but this is all I have.


You got a brain of your own. Use it.


Was't your father a flounder?


I feel woozy. Whatever that druid scratched me with, it's working.


And then we all gather in the House of Hope - me dressed in my finest silks, you, skinless, hanging from a hook - to watch as your world dies.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Softer than a whisper.


Well, well well. If it ain't the great hero the gazette's been harping on about. Look at <i>you</i>.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


What are those voices? Hello?


*The parasite does not respond, so focused is it on the directing the Steel Watcher.*


Let it be done.


*Looking closer, you recognise the writing - it's the same Kozakuran script from the dictionary you found.*


You here for water, too? Don't bother, it's broken. Just like the rest of our public services.


Of course. Don't want this rabble interfering with True Soul business. Let's go to my chapel.


Interesting selection.<br>


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I can't tell if you're joking. She is joking, right?


Take my pack if you can find it. The only reason those goblins caught me was its weight. I'll travel lightly from now on.


Same as they all were, I suppose. Quick to flare, quick to fade.


IT WILL BREAK YOU.


Enough time wasted. Battle awaits.


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


The temple's crypt. This must be where they buried Shirra Clarwen.


I was so scared I'd lost you.


I... I do. I want this. I want <i>you</i>.


Dodge


I shall handle this.


Ungh... what... argh... what happened?


I've learned of your kind. The decadent and the indolent of Tu'narath.


Why she sounds positively demented.


A little tête-à-tête.


The word of our lord is sacred. You will not defy it.


One down, millions live.


Saer Fist, I think you should reconsider your tactics here. Please.


This True Soul Nere's stuck behind a rockfall, is he? Forgive me if I'm in no hurry to go digging him out.


Z'rell - fancy name. Try to put your best foot forward.


Hope this ends well.<br>


She waits in Wyrm's Crossing. Take me there, and thou shalt bathe in her golden gifts.


On my way.


The ox rampaged - and the tiefling got the business end of it.


Such fury. I do not envy the dragon's prey.


'Annihilate'.


Yeah, an' now I'm a royal guard, and you're spider bait.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


Mmm, yes, what a delightful wedge of Old Elturian that was. Doesn't do to parley on an empty stomach, you know. Makes one's words frivolous when they should be grave.


Do not worry, slaughter-kin. My blades are still sharp and sweet. They will greet you soon enough.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


I'm sorry, but what happened in that room... it must stay within the family. Just know that we endured, and are grateful for your help.


This ought to be fun. Lads!


Here goes nothing.<br>


<i>In my name.</i>


Team!


The psionic detector alerted us to the githyanki attack. Looks like Voss was good for his word.


Bloody thing's the source of the curse. How do I stop it?


<i>ROAAAAR!</i>


A giant nest... let's see what we can find.


This is it - the spearhead moment. You've brought us this far, so how shall we proceed?


I'll be. You're one of them cult-freaks. Felt the tingle.


Well done. Lead the way.


Would you have me navigate the hells without a guide?


He - he <i>what</i>?


Mm, mm, Thaniel and me
Do just what we please, together,
Waiting for the sun, forever.


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


There's no taking it back now. We just have to move on.


A bunch of gibberish, as far as I can tell.


I need to get to that transponder.


Isobel! We need healing!


But we <i>are</i> blessed to have a devil in residence at the moment - a temporary guest, but he asked that I send any potential clients his way.


Two dead men. These are recent kills...


None shall die today but those who annoy us.


Locked from the inside.


Hand me the Netherstones, and we will rule as one.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Still warm to the touch, if you can believe it.


Why'd ya do that? D'you get off on people lickin' yer feet? Urgh.


Is the enemy of my enemy my friend? Or do the gith only have enemies?


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


Looks like there was a struggle here.


There you are - come on out.


You could try. Haven't you got a Wish spell in that pack of yours?


*Ravengard gasps as his thoughts consume yours. He sees <i>everything</i> - the nautiloid journey, the perilous path to Moonrise, the Astral Prism, and the Emperor within.*


Macesce!


Wyll is a good man, and that is exactly what his devil will use to bind him, in as many ways she knows how.


It's not. But it will not follow new orders unless the Netherstones are united to give the command.


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


Come here... please!<br>


Dodge


Any word on Master Halsin?


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


Look, whatever you think, take it up with Mol.


I need to talk.


This intervention, the reclamation of thy soul, is beyond mine ordinary remit. But thou art extraordinary, and so are these times.


...the viper must strike.


Fresh blood. That can't be good news for the blacksmith.


Though I do wish you'd figured this all out before I - ah - put the blame for Father Lorgan's murder on that poor refugee. Well. At least it's over now.


Worth an attempt, but it would surely be quicker to just free Scratch.


I will be serious for a moment. Often Minsc speaks for his hamster, but now he speaks from his own heart, too - thank you. You saved us.


Are you sure it was an illithid larva, Blurg?


Step lightly, <i>istik</i>.


Closed Mouth Effort


AgreeOpen<br>var 1


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


'Fraid that's the genuine article. From a ghargatula no doubt - <i>big</i> bastards.


Now we deal with the elder brain. I no longer require its parasite, so we can end this once and for all.


Say another word, and I'll 'cull' you before you can blink.


GruntDisgust<br>var 1


I'm buzzing, honestly. I couldn't wait to talk to you.


Stuck? That's not good.


... east... caravan delayed...


Yesss! I mean - thank you! Thank you so much! I promise to cook up loads. And be really good!


I can join you tomorrow? I hardly want to sit in this camp when I could be out there, getting justice.


That was rather rude, wasn't it? To assume I am content to be killed by one of low breeding.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Wait 'til the boys hear where I've been. No one but you is gonna believe me.


A little magic never hurt.


*The longer you stare at the dark and decimated words, the more your head aches. There is no meaning to be found here.*


This 'treasure' is a pile of junk.


*In the same breath, you share everything that happened to you. The nautiloid. The Absolute. The Chosen of the Dead Three. *


Laughter Maniacal


The commander said I only had to keep out <i>bad</i> ones. So you can pass.


What-cha... this woman's some <i>booyahg</i>! She's tryna magick me!


There's that feeling again. Another oath broken.


HAH! You're sweeter than rum, with twice the <i>spice.</i>


Let's get that patched up.


Raphael may be <i>shka'keth</i>, but it sounds like he wants us to slay a mighty devil. I say we indulge him.


For you, Mistress.


I wasn't the ding-a-ling who touched the lamp - but oh well. I do live to serve after all.


Effort v5


'Jagoda'? 'Rascal'? They're probably pets' collars. Probably...


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


You heard them. More goblins could be on their way.


<i>Such sentimentality... very well.</i>


Now - you were speaking to my friend. Politely.


Go back to whatever hole you slithered out of.


A map of the Sword Coast. My people have scouted well beyond the temple.


Embrace the darkness.


The honour guard's deaths were inevitable. As is the death of their <i>ghaik</i>-enthralled prince.


Baelen nearly sunk the shop to pay for drink, when he was of his own mind. This might allow me to hang on a little longer.


<i>For the Grand Design!</i>


Much appreciated. Let's take a look.


And I was worried we weren't on the same page. Let's spill their guts.


Get her away from that thing - now!


As I already am.


Beverages of distinction, or in some cases extinction, if you ain't careful. How you feelin' today? Lucky?


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 3


Even injured, it's dangerous. Be careful.


Indeed. I'll guard my resolve like a lit flame in a... well, in a gale.


Mmm. A pleasant dream gives way to an even more pleasant reality.


Can't leave you in the lurch.


...You're both twice as tall as me but have half the bloody backbone!


The forge at the blacksmith's house should do.


<i>The Brilliant Retort</i>, for starters. Here you are. I hope you'll like it.


There's always one.


Curious tank. A gestation chamber, perhaps.


PainTeeth<br>var 3


I hear they have been gathering nearby in greater numbers than usual.


Oi, ugly!


Hold fast, I'm coming.


Efferve!


Effort v9


Karlach... a hypothetical question for you:


Most of us never marched out again.


I can barely see!


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


And they're not just working with the cult, High Harper - they're <i>part</i> of it. Bhaalists, I think.


The further we sink into shadow, the further the crèche. We must take to my people. They are our only means of cleansing.


You. Boo would have recognised your foul stench, had you not defiled his nose with evil Sharran incense!


May Lady Shar's darkness cloak you and shield you. You will find few friends in the light of day, but you can still count on me.


I'm done. I can't.


Maybe, but life is what you make it. And I want to make mine with you.


I hear something. Voices.


*Since you awoke on the ship, your mind has been cold and empty. But something stirs, with your hands close to this body.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


We lost most of our herd to wolves on the way here.


If she wants to go make these last moments count, then don't hold her back.


What the...? <i>Hells</i>. This place is ready to collapse.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


I await your judgement, General.


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


If she would just accept my offer to work here, like father wanted, we could resolve all this bad blood. But <i>no</i>. Too proud.


<i>You have seen what I can do. Imagine yourself with the same strength. The same intelligence. The same devastating beauty.</i>


Hah! It's running circles around ya!


Tell it I will tear the Prism from your grasp and throw it in the deepest lava pit I can find.


Boo remembers the scent of Bhaalspawn. Like rot on the tongue - meaning no offence.


We'll get Karlach fixed up, right? There's always a way - there <i>has</i> to be.


No... please!


<i>Clever ruse showing off your little 'artefact'. Jaheira was all too eager to believe you.</i>


Parchment-pallored villain.


I am <i>not</i> one of you. Elturel proved what we knew all along - these horns and tail are a curse.


<i>The submersible - you must return there. Now. It's the only way we'll survive this. </i>


*You feel Shadowheart bristling - this is important to her. But your bond is strong. You may yet be able to sway her from the path of duty to the path of light.*


You have shared your new power with your lover, Astarion. I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.


Well, I, for one, won't miss those wretched Steel Watchers. The noise they made! So awful.


*Your destructive tendencies have attracted the attention of the guards. Do you have anything to say for yourself?*


As an expert on the subject, my dear lady - I'd like to point out that blowing oneself up is never the solution.


*You've done it.


I itch to draw my weapon and gut every last one of these cultists.


At once.<br>


Noble creature, she should be proud for the fight she put up.


Your funeral.


*The merregon gapes at you. An empty vessel - able to fight, die, and obey.*


Common gossip! The by-products of ignorance and jealousy.


Fair enough.


It is why she sent you to kill me. And why she will kill <i>you </i>once you leave this place.


My magic is <i>infinite.</i>


Did I see you drinking ale?


Don't mind us, mate - have fun inside. Plenty fun, you hear?


How fascinating. I told my kinfolk that book-learning has its benefits.


They are vermin - sacred only to the false goddess Lolth. She has no power here, among the Absolute's Chosen.


For one, that thing in your head is like nothing we've ever seen from mind flayers.


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


<i>Helak'shmin... Helak'shmin...</i>


Felt a bit lowbrow for Naaber. What's a bard going to do, sing at you? Hah!


Keep your distance. We don't want more trouble than we can handle.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


... archer... roof... should have... seen...


Ah - need something then, do you?


You will make a most beautiful offering to the Lord of Murder.


A red dragon, to carry me to Tu'narath. The queen's covenant is fulfilled!


There's something you must know. I should've told Wyll sooner, but I'd hoped somehow Ravengard would return to us.


Let's get you on your feet.


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


Extende!


Attack<br>var 4


We must return to the crèche. I might contact Vlaakith from its command centre.


I need to get rid of these bodies - right now.


Cambion. But you're right. Then again... they could <i>really </i>come in handy.


Not much left now, but you're welcome to look.


Laughter Maniacal


This is meant to render people undead - <i>glorious!</i>


You can count on Ramazith's Tower in future. Something tells me you won't leave Baldur's Gate without a few... fireworks.


*The inscription is in a language unknown to you.*


Lorgan's tunnels. His name's right here. Someone was keeping an eye on him.


Oh, you fool. I didn't need saving - from you, or anyone else. But - I suppose I'm sorry, too.


*Your skull briefly aches, and you <i>are</i> her. She has come to this place seeking aid from your people - a cure for the parasite.*


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


One day I'll get there... one day...


Hold on.


Doesn't explain this infernal plate I found, though. Here, take it, perhaps you'll be able to figure it out why it's here.


Should take a trophy - cut off his ear.


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


<i>We are trapped!</i>


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


Feculent beast!


Be very welcome to Flymm's Cobblers! Humble family home of our Archduke Enver Gortash!


You know I can set you, and possibly myself, on fire, right?


I wonder what that did...


*Perhaps some more gold would be helpful in making your offer.*


*The man coughs hard, but his eyes shoot open and the colour returns to his cheeks.*


What do you miss about him?


Control yourself, Orin. We need to focus on reuniting the stones, or the brain will break free. These quakes are just the start.


A puzzle, is it? Boo is most adept at their solving - no matter where Minsc hides the nuts, Boo is always able to sniff them out!


Buff


Ugh - he's about to belch!


I got you!


Something's on my mind.


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


Invoco te


A vampire spawn, technically, but - look, it was a mistake. It won't happen again.


I was hoping for something that would let me escape whatever fate Cazador had planned for me. Instead, I found the Rite of Profane Ascension.


Damn it. I saw it, too. And it tells me <i>nothing</i>!


I'll be there soon, my lady.


That was a phase spider. Better watch out, it might come back.


Damn. That didn't work.


I could drown in that song...


I've never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.


Reach the other side to receive my gift.


Silly me. We Zhentarim are so long past our own <i>godly</i> roots, I'm afraid I forget the half of them.


It doesn't look any better from the outside.


Give them nine hells.<br>


Out of sight, out of mind.<br>


*You find yourself in a dead, putrid skull - somehow hosting a tadpole amongst a squirm of maggots. Another presence lurks within, manipulating the corpse like a puppet.*


So, Vistra. You reckon we'd still be better Fists than the current cohort?


A couple turns should do it.


Forgive me if I get a bit sharp. My work wears something awful on me.


Attack<br>var 3


A commemoration of battles long past. Like the town itself.


What was... hm. Never mind.


Ale me!<br>v3


Well - at least you got to pay your last respects...


Not much of a god after all. Whatever power he had, it died with those creatures.


<i>This champion holds the key to the Grand Design's end. Answer to them as you would to me.</i>


Lord Gortash is exactly what Baldur's Gate needs - I dread to think where we'd be without the Steel Watch.


I won't let you fall here.


Justice. Nine-Fingers, punished for what she did to you. And the Zhentarim, rewarded for their stead-fastedness.


Ugh - what a horrid sight that was.


Well this isn't suspicious at all. I hope Arfu's hasn't been donating cuddly toys to the needy...<br>


Oh I don't know - this might be the perfect place for them to die.


I thought I was prepared for treachery. But an all-out assault... I blundered into their trap like a fool.


Look, I appreciate you killing the bugbear, but this coin is all I have. So thank you, but leave me alone.


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


Hurt


I have to keep looking. Miri!


Once, certainly. But not for a hundred years. Any that still prowl this land can scarcely be called wolves any longer.


*And you will find it, no matter the cost.*


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


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


I pleaded, I bargained, I warned. You didn't listen - you made me remember again, hurt again. I am coming for you - <i>all of me</i>.


Cutting to the chase.


The truth, before you stretch my mercies thin.


That must have hurt.


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


We'll get this thing onto the water, far from the curse, and plan our next move.


Well now. If you are of no use to me alive, I'll have your death.


The Absolute knows your zeal. And She has so much more to give.


These brutes are no mere goblins. I doubt you could take them on.


Fall by my hand!


The mind flayer won't like that. If we take that road, we'd better be very, very sure it's the right one.


Z'rell lacks in many ways, but I do not. Leave, before -


Ketheric is dead. Balthazar is dead. Isobel, sweet Isobel, is no more. But we, <i>we </i>live.


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


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Won't know what bit 'em.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Attack<br>var 3


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


It's time the Zhentarim earned their keep. Join me,  Roah!


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


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


The editor will be in for a surprise tomorrow.


Hello, hello, and welcome to the Circus of the Last Days - the finest extraplanar circus there is!


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


Oh, thank you! Thank you! You won't regret this. I'll - I'll be the best cook you ever had.


I've got you.


Behold! The last little cheeks you will ever see!


Entertainment? I'd be a cheeky devil indeed to make such diabolical merry!


I know what happened down there - just leave me be. I don't want any trouble, not from you.


But I'm <i>dead. </i>I can't do better. Not any more.


I remember this shape...


Fear not - there are still <i>many</i> things we can do with you.


Always happy to help those who follow the First Circle.


I can't be your Jenevelle. Not as you remember her.


I do not know what manner of story that makes. But I <i>do </i>know that, without an ending, it would be no story at all.


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


Thank the gods.


Ugh! What is that? Rotting flesh?


*Human facial variations. The doppelgangers must use these illustrations to practise their impersonation skills.*


Rrrargh!


Zarys promised good coin for an <i>unopened </i>chest. If we want to collect, it needs to stay shut.


Me too.


Weapons ready - someone's lurking in the underbrush.


Yes! That's him!


I warned you to stay away once. I don't do second warnings.


Perhaps you haven't yet realised how desperate these times are. You will.


Dying Panic Fall


Well! There we have it. Wulbren is safe and sound, thanks to you. I owe you a great deal.


Look, I'm all out of options, so I'm going to trust you. Don't make me regret it.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


The toys from the barn - he must have made them here.


Look for a way out. I'm not about to be contained by a few iron bars.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Is something burdening you?


You've done your part in dealing with the hag. Now, my own hunt must continue.


Hello lover.


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


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


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


You don't owe me an explanation. Like most other mortals, Ravengard was always bound for the grave.


Better to be dull and brittle? A mind-mangled beast, no talent, no beauty in your atrocities.


Move your feet!


I sense there is little else to be said or done here.


It hardly matters now - Astarion is dead. Permanently, one can only hope.


Shit.


-KILLERS--
 -liberators--
 -EVIL-- -eradicate!--


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


Really? Ah, shite. You might as well use it as bog roll then.


Balthazar, a necromancer lap dog of Ketheric Thorm's.