You festering bubo!


Vermin, on the rooftops.


I know what you need.


Oh, I'm well aware of what the master needs. But don't we deserve better?


Ah - a Continual Flame. Nothing can douse it, near as I can tell.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Ut ventus!


Of course Ethel is involved in this mess. Question is, where has she got to now?


An unusual parasite, here. It's - it's reaching out to me.


No banquets in sight with this pantry, that's for sure.


Stabilio!


I will get the snake. Master always told me no. But not anymore.


Correct yourself, or you will wake to find me gone, or to find my knife at your throat once more.


Hells, what were those things? As pungent as they are vicious.


Let's not carried away, Wyll.


Configo!


*You've been caught in the act. So much for the perfect crime.*


Cave circulum!


Another mask.


N-no. Not again. Not. <i>Again.</i>


Have you back on your feet soon.


Fair. I admit, Marcus waltzing around the place undetected bodes rather ill for our defences, doesn't it?


We share a common goal - getting rid of the tadpoles. Seems you've come to the same conclusion as I did, that these Absolute cultists are involved in some way. Only sensible that we help one another.


This must be where the drider collected his victims.


Whoa, hold your arrows! This is Rugan's saviour, I'll bet. He told us all about you.


Is that so?


Whatever wretch lives in this place - they've been setting traps in toys meant for the refugees.


Oh yes.


I'm not sure, I've been weighing my options.


At your side until we claim victory, my friend.


Please be serious, friend. She can mimic a form, yes - but not a hamster's obvious charisma. But perhaps - she was his <i>pillow?</i>


Tu es nihil!


Odd. I feel... <i>better</i>.


Perhaps next time we shouldn't poke the mysterious ox.


Dissera!


Ververo!


A wise choice. These parasites are a threat to be destroyed, not an opportunity to be exploited.


Yes - it's his favourite place, where he keeps his favourite things.


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


Fine. Try killing a couple of these monsters before you die, gith. Lessens the load for me.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


You are not wicked - so no rest for you!


I thought you'd never ask.


*Ravengard's head still aches so powerfully, the pain seeps into you. The Absolute may be silenced, but your father's parasite still remains.*


*In all his fear, he longed only for this - the freedom of an ultimatum.*


I don't speak of myself, High Harper. I speak of the city itself - we came too late. It's over.


*They tell you of an inn called Last Light, and promises you will be safe there.*


What's this?


This mind flayer will fight with thee. It will save thy city and thy lives.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


No idea. But whatever they're planning has impressed the powers-that-be at Darkhold, judging by the reinforcements.


*Defiling a corpse is a crime. Guards are being summoned.*


Please reconsider. The people in this camp need help. I can only take us so far.


Out of the black and into the wetlands. Quite an improvement.


Time to go - now!


Don't mind if I do.


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


I can't believe I survived. Thank you - if they'd got to me... well, thank you.


A pity - he's beyond even the power of the Weave to help now.


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


Hmph. I would have preferred to bleed them.


The gnomes are rebellious.


Te exsecror!


Falling


Here's hoping we all make it in one piece.


*Gale's right. The very air around the statue crackles with magic, as though the Weave itself were coursing beneath her stony skin.*


Who would dare oppose the Slayer?


My friends. The Steel Watch stands ready. Let its blade fall on any who would diminish our city!


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Here we go.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Best help before it gets worse.


You don't deserve the death you got. I should have made it last.


We are <i>decades</i> from that. I hoped they could open for Dribbles - not that my star needs the support, but at this rate... who knows?


A spell - but not one I'm familiar with.


Resistance fighters are few and far between - my Ironhands, what's left of the Harpers, and you. I hope.


These clothes make me itch. That's a bigger issue than modesty, dear.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Wouldn't want her to catch me stumbling home from the tavern on a dark night.


No! No, let's keep this between ourselves. At least until we know what it means.


<b><i>They would not have surrendered it freely, so I gave them what they wanted - power. </i></b>


Even my people know the value of a carefully crafted coalition, Minthara. Is our own alliance not a case in point?


Effort


So I did. I have no excuse, and I deserve no forgiveness.


Intellego!


I just want a little look.


The mercy and compassion that radiate from a cleric of Ilmater are unmistakable. Welcome.


Ale me!<br>v2


That'll make a great headline.


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


Recovered


*A child's drawing, in a basement full of toys and traps.*


A True Soul! Play along for the minute - we can kick his arse afterward.


After all these years, you still think you can lie to me? Shame on you.


Off we go, then.


A cheap disappearing act. I'm growing rather tired of it.


That Flaming Fist sleeps deeply - even when that winged aasimar tore through the skies overhead, he did not stir.


And? What can you see?


Maybe it'll bring us closer.


Tenfold whatever ransom these clods try to squeeze from you, I guarantee it.


The Ebonlake. I wouldn't go sticking your hand in.


Argh, that's hot!


What did we think of the story's ending?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


If we head west, we'll hit Baldur's Gate. And if we're quick, we might even get there before the Absolute's army.


Between you and me, I love a good clown - and Dribbles is the best.


Voss - you know not what you speak of.


Now this old lady will be getting in the way in your fine camp, I'm afraid.


Intactilis sum!


Death becomes you.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Don't do this. Don't pretend you - you give a shit about me.


Monsters are monsters. And whatever his reasons, the monster still knows where our children are.


Death's close at hand.


Look - this subject's not safe. You selling your services, beat feet to the Guild hall.


The drow is not to leave the tower.


I wonder why this one isn't working.


Something's blocking it from the other side.<br>


Let me give you a hand.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'...? That drow must've gotten <i>very</i> lonely down here.


Any expert will agree: this is... abnormal.


Drowcraft armour. No magic left, though - sun's too bright.


Bowels? Speak not of <b>bowels</b>. My guts are a firestorm - but I have the means to douse it.


Right! Safest place in the city, too.


I can respect that.


<i>You saw straight to the core of what really mattered.</i>


Effort v7


Shadowheart? What happened? You were missing for a moment.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


Welcome, traveller. Remember, this ain't the Blushing Mermaid, it's the Elfsong, so behave yourself.


<i>Tsk'va. Gith m' zath'ak!</i> I can still feel the temple ground shaking.


<i>The Weeping Dawn </i>will be my gift to her. Thank you. I... I needed this.


Knowing you were out there still was enough to sustain us. And you are stronger than us both, daughter. We merely had to endure - you had to choose your path. One that brought you back to us, at last.


Give me enuff to buy a belt an' a fancy hat, an' it's yours.


Oh, boo-hoo, says Boo!


Pleasant, <i>vivid </i>memories, yes. But my greatest source of pride? No.


Kled only wishes Mayrina could feel it too.


Gortash is being crowned Archduke? Maybe we should get to Wyrm's Rock and crash that party.


Gods. Gods. I might have to raise your corpse just so I can <i>kill you twice.</i>


Can't believe you'd betray the Absolute. Idiot.


It's him. Gortash.


Heading there.


Intelligence is in short supply, but we know our enemy's flanked us on the west side, not one rooftop away.


The architecture and decor of this house is magnificent. Let's try not to bleed all over it.<br>


This place was constructed as if it <i>wants </i>a foreign power to pillage it.


*You feel parts of your own being take flight from you. Is this what Shadowheart experienced, when she surrendered her memories...?*


I shall answer no further questions in that regard.


Now you need my help.


Let's have a look.


Just a moment.


Now, keep it quiet, but I'm thinking I might have a little work tipple.


Indeed? But you do exhibit a talent for self-preservation.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


-every plane-
          -AS ONE-
-every being-
          -IN THEIR PLACE-


You left me in that bloody Zhentarim camp to rot.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


The tadpole's influence broke his dominance over me, and now I can finally pursue the one thing I've hungered for these long, dark years. Revenge.


So... you not looking to make trouble for me, are you? Whatever you are?


The Blade of Avernus!


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


Perhaps Father will take me back if I clean the world of his little embarrassment.


Worry not.


Better be cautious.


<i>Rift's open, soldier! Let's move! Destroy it from within! </i>


You'll find Z'rell in the audience chamber, True Soul. She'll be wanting to hear from you.


Listen!


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


I don't want to end up in the Gazette as your latest victim - please leave me alone.


Virtus et scientia!


We have to get them out!


There's something underneath here...


Combat Vocals - Hurt Critical
Uuugh!
var2


Carrion raises the dead, and then hides the source of his power inside.


Do we have to, Boo? The small talk is <i>terrible.</i>


I seek a record of this one's crimes - a ledger written in her own hand. With it, I can summon her spirit - and force her to face trial.


These glyphs aren't any language I recognise...<br>


I <i>said</i> wine festivals could be dangerous... <i>Nobody </i>believed me...


What I'd give to see the place... There must be so much history completely untouched...


Only... I don't know <i>why</i> he broke things off. He said he had to - that Nine-Fingers forbade our love - but... well, I'm fairly certain she doesn't know I exist.


What, planning to sing instead?


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


My wounds are too much to bear.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


You can take a look at my other wares, if you like. Won't entice Flo into my debt, but I'm always looking for wielders worthy of my stock.


Ol' Karlach's got the matter sussed - as usual.


Even injured, it's dangerous. Be careful.


Ludus non factum est!


I agree, it'll be good to get out of this place.


'Flumph Mating Rituals'? Interesting choice, but who am I to judge?


The last thing I remember, I was drinking with a pale, beautiful elf. We laughed, we kissed, we stumbled back to this palace, and then...


*For now, there's one thing you can be sure of: The Blade of Frontiers is a man of his own making.*


*...You can leave now, or step closer and die.*


Why is it <i>always </i>a mephit?


I'll gladly talk to you about such matters when the time comes. But for now, let's speak of other things.


A simple task.


You serve your mother Selûne, I believe. She who has blessed our realm with so many gifts. Honour her by sharing yours.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


There's an aura of magic to that blade, Gale.


Can't wait to get back to the Gate.


<i>There's no time to waste.</i>


This hungry look in their eyes... The haunted complexion... What could it mean?


Let's make the most of this.


Perhaps I could be of assistance?


This area isn't open for the public. You need to leave.


Their eyes are made for the dark - fire and light is our friend.


This is y-your last chance!


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


You know - I think I recognise you. And I <i>still</i> can't remember your name.


You don't need to tell me twice, boss.


Thank you for finding Dribbles, darling. Be sure you don't forget me, hm?


The longer we stay here, the closer we come to reaching the same fate.


I need to get out of here!


I'll say this for you devils: you know how to throw a punch.


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


I'm not made of magic, you know.


Now, I can't help but notice that one of us is positively drenched in blood. So...


Fading fast.<br>


This is the end of you!


Might fit that chest.


As you stood a statue, Stone Lord, a helpless ornament, your city changed. Warped. Became ripe for the plucking.


I shall investigate.


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


Here. I meant this as a treat for Barnabus, but he doesn't deserve it now.


The dragon saw to our 'detour'.


And in this case, they're enemies we might not see coming until it's too late.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Extra Recovered


By my oath!


A lair of undeath - most unnatural. We must tread carefully.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Ngh. It's... feeding on me.


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


If you ever need us, we'll be there - I guarantee it.


<i>Then you would keep our equation balanced. A logical approach.</i>


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


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


Weapon blueprints? Looks like this sussur bark might come in handy.


Bloody ridiculous. Some folk must live a charmed life if a child playing in the street's their greatest worry.


Vampire... Cazador... couldn't stop him...


Truly. That's remarkable. I like to deal with remarkable people. Very well.


<i>Will this one start breaking bones like the Stone Lord? Hins' horned feet, I should have been a baker.</i>


Needs a key.


That was on purpose!


Good. Shovel likes having more holes.


Dying Burning


<i>Thank</i> you.


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


Mors tua, vita mea!


*You recall where you've smelled this beggar's rotten musk before - in Mystic Carrion's chambers. This is one of his runaway servants.*


Yes, yes, very tragic. Now let's find his hoard.


Now I have to drag his corpse back home, coffin and all, because a goddamn grave is the closest I'll get to seeing him again.


Profanity's cheap... Putting a name to these miscreants is hard...


The <i>kith'raki</i> will bring you. I will tear your flesh from your bones and devour your skull's marrow while you beg for death.


Now your turn. What do you know about this?


What in the hells is <i>that</i>?


Consider this, Gale Dekarios: I forbid you to undertake this fool's errand.


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


An Idol of Shar? Shadowheart might want to see this.


How disappointing for you. I could have shown you ecstasy.


There is only one way. The Ptarian code. Do you follow it?


But then whatever will we talk about?


Voco nubes!<br>v2


*It curls its way up your leg, squeezing <i>tight</i>.*


At least I'm here now, to direct you towards further atrocities worthy of your station. You truly have been lost without your Butler, haven't you?


I understand. You've done far more than most have for the grove, just by freeing me.


<i>Help me. I am so hungry.</i>


Hearing it said out loud - yes, I fear it is true. Fate seems determined to make a sacrifice of me.


*The corpse remains silent. That was more of a comment than a question, really.*


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


Hells, just when I think we've seen the ugliest things yet.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


Expello te!<br>v2


We're done running. Hold your ground!


<i>Congratulations on your victories, and don't hesitate to call on me in future, if need should arise.</i>


You already know who he is. Did you not see yourself in him? Do you not recognise your own blood?


We've got the hammer. Orpheus will die horribly - and Voss will suffer knowing he all but swung the sword that killed him.


Good idea, I think.


It was a beautiful webbing.


I hear things got wild between you two. I hope no one was too badly mauled.


I'm in the mood to crack some skulls after that fuckery in the Temple of Bhaal. The City Watch will be glad to oblige me.


The hag's doing. It has to be.


Here's your fee, as promised.


Protect the small ones! Hurry!


Stay strong!


Oakfather ease the road.


I heard enough druids died by your hand to make the deity Silvanus himself weep.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


Don't try to cut me out of the deal though. The Black Network has eyes and blades <i>everywhere</i>.


<i>Innocents</i>. You have no idea what you're talking about.


I hear even Silver Sword Voss has been drafted into the search.


*The critters start a duet of their own, attempting to drown out the bard's music. They look at you expectantly.*


If this map is accurate, we are in Elturgard. Baldur's Gate is some ways still.


I can't hold it any longer!


Non movere!<br>v3


To defy the divine desires of thy Father took no small strength of will.


More for me.


Stop interferin'!


I do. But I won't. Not yet.


PainPretend<br>var 1


I could pay half now, and half tomorrow. Two thirds, even -


I told you to go!


Between you and me - I don't even read 'em. Quality of reporting is arse these days.


All right, all right, if you're gonna throw a tantrum about it. Never seen someone so worked up over a stupid animal.


We're so close - just keep them back!


PainTeeth<br>var 1


*The penitent doesn't respond, holding your gaze almost unblinkingly with his.*


Oh, I'd like to see you try.


Well grabbing the wretched little thing won't do anything. I'll have to nullify its magic.


Go on, get in close to the beast! If 'e bites, just bite 'im back!


Invoco te!<br>v2


What would a godling know of freedom? Come - I will show you freedom. From want. From need. From <i>everything</i>.


Can hardly feel the spinning.<br>


What have we here?


Together we are perfection.


And just when will that be?


Not working.


Now, how do I get this moving?


Heh. Saer Rabies.


Last time I trust a drow <i>hoon.</i>


He hid from the Hells' forces - but they still got to him.


Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.


How dare you! As if you could lay a finger on the master, you ungrateful little brat!


Whatever you say, boss.


You're one thirsty night away from betraying everyone.


Ah, well. If it was just myself, I surely would. But I'm watching this house on behalf of someone a sight scarier.


Oh. If that's what you prefer, so be it.


Your prize is just ahead, in the Archive, but you can't take it yet, and even if you could, you mustn't.


Fear not! If you cannot move, then Minsc shall toss you at the enemy!


Almost laughable, that he sees himself fit to judge anyone.


Any time, soldier.


A little discourse.


Hope this ends well.<br>


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


Those boots look quite special. Something for Gale, maybe?


Do you have a death wish? Put that out now!


NO!


Moonrise? We're nearing the Towers. We're nearing <i>answers</i>.


It's about time Halsin actually stepped up and joined us properly - he's certainly been taking up space at camp for long enough.


But I've seen your people in battle. I reckon you are no mere warrior, but a godsdamned <i>army</i>. If anyone can overcome this tadpole, it's you.


Lae'zel. Glad you could join us.


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


Deal's off, you dumb cow! And you've <i>him</i> to thank for it.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


Placing a crèche somewhere so unassuming could be strategic.


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


The disc is moving. This must lead to the next part of Shar's Gauntlet.


And your fellow gith stares at me like she's contemplating how my heart tastes.


Something about that blade seems familiar...


Detono!


Whatever this place is, I think I'll take my leave of it - right now.


Death, be conquered!


...But speaking of focus, let's be clear: come daybreak, finding a healer is our first priority, yes?


Knock their teeth out!


Dissolve!


That feline reminds me of you, wizard. Not just because of the unkempt whiskers, but that symbol on the collar.


I been thinking about it - I feel bad about all them refugees, but we just can't let them flood into the city. We'd be overwhelmed. In fact, that's probably the Absolute army's plan.


Effort v5


Inscrutable markings.


Oof - I bet he broke that tiefling's nose. Friendly place.


<i>We have communed with our <b>minds entire </b>at the deepest level. What else is there to say? </i>


That bright tower... it's Moonrise. Or it used to be.


Look at me. The devil nearly burned me to the bone. A tiefling couldn't do that without powerful magics. She's something far worse.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


They'll do their teacher's bidding. Bad for us.


Hope it doesn't see us.


After all, if there is one rule I hold dear, it's that one must always give the devil his due.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


A handy little trick.


Stop! What are you doing? Are you trying to sneak past Tusgront?


*You are persuasive enough. You, and the goblin, are free to go.*


Yes. What of it?


The tadpole. Gods, there's more to this thing than I realised.


*A palace of memories opens up to you, separated into segments. Within one segment, you see it - the truth, exactly as the figure said. She saved your life.*


Back for more?


Dying Burning<br>v6


Ballads won't save my people, only action will - and I can do nothing if I'm dead. Farewell.


On the hunt.


Guards blow like petards. They don't help us.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Even a githyanki cannot resist the Sharran arts of interrogation. This is how Viconia learned of the Astral Prism, and sealed her own fate.


The grave's in shambles. To be expected, in these wastes.


Little company wouldn't hurt.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


'Hero', 'Blade' - names strangers gave me. My friends call me 'Wyll'.


All right. I think I can do this. Time to... keep going.


Agh! Rather tough, as pottery goes...


I meant no insult. It's simply that yours are a people at war with themselves - I've never known them to care for outsiders.


If you'd just hear me out -


No, no, of course not! You're right to reproach me. I shall give Bailey here another chance.


I'd best continue with the stories, for fear of inciting a rebellion. But come back safe, all right?


Nothing inside.


By the hells. Sex. Passion. <i>Fun.</i>


No!


I - I feel like I'm losing my mind. Vanra is real, damn it. All I want is for her to be home and safe - please.


Come - we must enter the Prism. Its secrets are finally ours to know.


Orin is... slippery, shall we say. She even eluded my Steel Watch - before you destroyed it.<br>


*You almost catch a glimpse, but the darkness within the wall is too deep.*


They won't see <i>this</i> coming.


You made a hard choice, Wyll. But not one that is unknown in nature. At times, a seedling must strangle the very tree that bore it, if it is to survive.


Moving.


Voco murus!<br>v2


There are many memories I wish I could erase from my mind - the stench of this place is chief among them.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


Kled can't panic. Bad things happen when Kled panics.


There will be no Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard.


Nor should you. Far better to feel a cool breeze on your skin than whatever foul expirations blow through these halls.


At first we thought it were just Priestess Gut and Boss Ragzlin. Then the drow came along.


I can't see a thing.


It is what Kagha desires. I doubt it is what Silvanus wants.


Sweet child. While I enjoyed that, I'm afraid your reaction was... lacking.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Tribe!


We were researching hags when Auntie Ethel's redcap found us. Cheers for taking care of the witch - only sad I couldn't see it.


We can't stay, but we'll be slaughtered if we leave - we're no fighters.


I've faced countless perils and conquered them all. This will be no different.


Before you may return to our Father's fold, I must first ensure that you remain as pure and worthy of his blessing as you once were.


Should check for anything useful.


All right, so like <i>this. </i>Step-step, swivel - UGH!


No opening this with that lock still on it.


<i>The Gauntlet of Shar.</i>This place is legendary - even with half my memories locked away, I still remember the stories...


Ocior!


Aah! Let go of me!


Hope you hid her well, mate.


Useless!


Shout


A simple task.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


BUT I AM ALMOST ENTIRELY CERTAIN I EMPHASISED HOW IMPORTANT THE HAMMER IS


I have to find Halsin. There's not a moment to lose!


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


*Didn't know her name, we just called her 'Gremishka'.*


I'm sorry, Miri. I'm so sorry.


Look at all this stuff...


A... <i>roar?</i> That was... unimpressive.


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


Stop shifting around.


Clown's torso. Gods, it's awful.


Well, hello there.


What is to be discussed?


Please - I can't go much further. Light up the darkness...


I'm not sure I can trust you anymore. But until this thing is out of my head, I'm not sure I can trust myself either.


Minimus!


We owe Father Murmath all we are - and we will never betray him!


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Drop that stone. You will want your hands free for what comes next.


A sorry tale. Barely worth interrogating you over. Show me the heirloom.


Bit <i>quieter</i>, if you please. This crowd just burned that inn to the ground, you might recall.


Step by step.


Forever, ideally. And you assume too much about what I can and cannot tell.


Dodge
v2


<i>Kanon. No!</i>


Entertaining as it was, let's not forget why we're here. We need a healer.


May the Wavemother smile on you as she did Holli.


Those goblins don't stand a chance.


<i>Thurirl. </i>You must look beyond what your eyes show you.


<i>This is the Netherbrain's stem. But we'll need to be higher up to climb it.</i>


Listen, you!


We're short a head - where's Gale?


I would have done the same thing in his shoes. But what do I know about heroes?


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


Nocturnus!


Closed Mouth Effort


So many ships came, so many ships left. And I remained.


A spot of bother.


Do it, then. Claim my soul for Zariel. Keep my father safe.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Hark! A dung golem!


You're the one that did this to us. You're the one that took us, and offered us up to be Cazador's <i>spawns</i>.


I would be lying if I told you I was certain we would walk out of that temple alive.


You - you're serious. Silvanus' blessings!


What-cha... this woman's some <i>booyahg</i>! She's tryna magick me!


What do you think? Want to pit your wits in the Laff Riot?


Stay away!


So much power and potential kept inert. He made a miracle into a museum piece.


I, uh, I don't know what you mean.


We bring more to your church every day, my Queen. Your followers are legion.


A spell of sorts is masking the book's true meaning. But I'm sure there's a way around that...


Stand firm!


Were all those people Zariel's servants too? Or is it possible you're going after the wrong people.


Hear me.


Justice for the people!


Very.


That sounds quite freeing - but I don't have that option, I'm afraid.


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


Aridissimus!


The treasure map pointed to this spot. I should keep my good eye peeled.


Not a clue. Rivington's riddled with old smuggler's tunnels and the like. I wouldn't go poking around in them if I were you.


<i>You would do well to be more like me. Your humanoid tendencies are becoming an encumbrance. Leave me. </i>


Risus abundat!<br>v2


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


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


No need for such a grim assumption. Halsin helped many to escape these shadows before the town was consumed.


*As he kisses you deeply, it feels as familiar as breathing.*


*Your mother and father are in no fit state for a life on the road... but once they have somewhere they can be comfortable, and you take care to visit often, what harm...?*


Something only a diabolist would collect, I think.


It's not too late to stop the cult from using these things. Now's our chance to change them - or fry 'em.<br>


Oh we'll see. Have no fear of that.


... it's gone... finally...


Can't slow down.


Disregard this - this drivel. Gith declared Vlaakith queen of the empire, and her own son defied her. Orpheus would have ceded control to the <i>ghaik</i>.


I hate that this gift must also be such a burden. But I would trust no one else with it.


Many-legs. Many-voices.


You wiv that other drow wot's been bossin' us around? We're workin' hard in here - honest!


Attack Critical<br>var3


Mors animae!<br>v2


Don't expect much chat from Fishbait. Boss skewered his tongue on a hook years past.


Ah, <i>lanceboard</i>! Why, this might just be the highlight of our misadventures to date.


I already told you I protect you, that I saved you.


These little markings look like goblins and gnolls - right in our path.


I <i>know </i>so.


This chest has a false bottom. Reach deep - but careful! It might be hungry.


*But would Shar agree? Would she see it as accepting Selûnite gifts? Difficult to say.*


A pity I am in no mood for hide-and-seek.


Really? Oh...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Time and patience... in her time...


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Now <i>istik</i> wander our halls at their leisure? Captain Therezzyn will be even more irate than usual.


At once.<br>


What do we have here?<br>


What a waste.


*Beehive Goods and Wares.*


Canto te!<br>v3


Nere'll die if we leave. Is that a chance you want to take?


Dying Burning<br>v4


The devil keeps the Orphic Hammer in his lair. If we can find a way in, we can take it.


Control yourself. There is enough evil in the world without you adding a further measure.


Still nothing.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


<i>Kill them, for me. Then I will take the memories away from you again. Loss will heal you, and you will be my right hand, at last.</i>


AgreeOpen<br>var 2


I'll destroy every last bloodsucker, I swear it.


Viam sapientiae!


Inaccessus!


I visited this place in a forlorn and forgotten age, to lay mine eyes upon the Blood of Lathander.


Warrior... of the Githyanki Empire...


Checkmate.


I'm going to stop Cazador.


Please. I have a proposal for him. I will reward you both, handsomely.


Effort v10


WORDS, PRIEST. PROMISES. YOUR GOD WANTS PROOF. WANTS <i>BLOOD.</i>


<i>Pa'vrylk! </i>Out of my head!


Too weak to do even this. Pathetic.


Like hells. I don't know what you're gettin' at, but answer the question. What were you doin'?


Hope keeps you going.


But... aye. Might be we've drawn enough attention to this place.


You did...? Nature's found a most furious defender in you.


What an odd gadget. What's it for, I wonder?


<i>If you were me, you'd've sent him away too. Believe you me.</i>


Voco arvina!<br>v3


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


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


<i>Fine. </i>He'll probably hate it anyway. Here.


You are my spawn. Your veins course with my unholy blood.


You'll butcher your friends and your loved ones LIKE THE ILLITHID SCUM YOU ARE.


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


And one day, you shall have it. But I feel this particular phase of my artistic career has come to an <i>unnatural</i> conclusion, if you will.


Gale became a god as he once dreamed he would, and under his pantheon of ruthless ambition doth he draw new souls to his creed.


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


Hm. A place like this must hide all manner of secrets.


We need a way out. Now.


Fine. Show me where to go, and I'll try my luck. I'll have a better chance of rescuing Wulbren if I'm at my best.<i></i>


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


Alfira... apprentice... bard...


Ah, there's a shrine to Lolth in the corner there. Excuse me while I spit on it.


It's about Wulbren. We know he's been taken to Moonrise Towers. And we know I'm going to save him.


They'll feel this.


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


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


You have vanquished the Slayer, as I knew you would. You are strong, you are mighty. You are <i>you</i>.


Kanon?


A Flaming Fist with a caved-in face? Someone was... thorough.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


<i>The insubordination...</i>


I've the bloody Bite! Laduguer's Bite! The petrification stopped it spreading...


Something needs to be said.


The spirit of the land.


Come.


Damned stubborn fool. We can stop this thing. You don't have to -


When you care about something deeply enough, it consumes every thought and word.


<i>Stop! </i>Move back at once.


Better to act swiftly than stand around and wonder.


Then, my overly incautious friend, I urge you to find some <i>other</i> means of restoring my vitality. Our very lives depend on it.


Hook horror. Wonderful.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


*The Crown of Karsus? The word of a devil counts for little, but in the written word you may yet find proof. Your trip to Sorcerous Sundries is more urgent than ever.*


<i>Gith'ka tavkim krash'ht.</i>


Here I am.


So servile, Wulbren - I approve. I'm simply enjoying the view.


<i>Zhak vo'n'fynh duj</i> - source of my joy. Without you, I wouldn't have known warmth - only ice and fire.


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


The same thrills I offer you. Some experiences are better when... shared.


Yes.


Ververo!


What am I supposed to do here...?


Oh, go enjoy your party.


Sine metu!


I'm watching you. Don't cause any trouble or - or - there'll be trouble.


And you believe you have the right to such an understanding?


We have met. The instigator of my despair - and then my elation.


This place looks like a battlefield.


'Perfect'.


Oh, sweetie, I'm just being cautious.


Gods, that smell. Abattoir crossed with privy.


Let me get you back in the fight.


As am I.


Let's see what you're hiding.


I will leave you to enjoy her attentions. I hope you are strong enough to survive them.


Victory v3


As long as you do not let your lusts distract you from the fight, we do not need to speak of this again.


Indeed. We've not always seen eye to eye, but his every thought, every act, was in service to his people. Among men, there is none greater.


Lady Rotblood.


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


Dodge
v2


You're hurting. Let me help.


<i>Tsk'va!</i>


Return to Raphael. He holds the key that would unleash the traitor prince.


Snore
zzZzz


A recent kill - I can still see blood pulsing out of that headless stump.<br>


With ease.


For your sake, I hope some of it is just a fantasy, deep in your heart.


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


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Fine... if I must... but there's trouble out there, and I don't have so much as a butterknife on me.


We'll, erm, we'll leave you to it.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


<i>I have broken free from the elder brain's yoke. I no longer serve the Grand Design.</i>


Hurt Critical


<i>My children! What a beautiful sight.</i>


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Inscrutable markings.


Keep your guard up. This place reeks of death.


Halsin long urged the Harpers not to abandon this land to the curse. I cannot blame him, for being unable to bear it a second time.


'All that goes on'?


As if you did nothing to <i>prevent</i> it, perhaps?


Lord Gortash promises us working folk the world then does things like this. I should've known. <i>Arsehole</i>.


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


Recovered <br>V3


*The Crown is in the depths of the Chionthar. If you salvage the stones, you could claim it, reforge it, and revive the power of Netheril anew.*


More of those wretched things.


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


Edowin. Ed! <i>Please!</i>


Auribus teneo lupum!


I wonder who - or <i>what</i> - those chains are for.


Ugh. I've enough trespassers in my head without <i>her </i>joining in the fun.


Your turn!


Now, as you are the last true recipient of your Father's blessing, I suspect I am the last living Butler.


Oakfather lends his aid.


That's putting it mildly.


That's not - never mind.


This wall is fragile. Just be sure the waveservants don't see us cracking their temple apart.


What's that sticking out of his pocket?


I want to be by your side. If that means joining you in the Hells, so be it.


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


Baldur's Gate. The army marches overland, but we've sent some friends ahead to smooth the way.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


It's Kozakuran - just like the symbols from that door.


Dodge


Gods <i>damn</i> it all. I can do nothing right - not a damn thing.


No hesitation.


Hardly a conversation I'll relish.


Careful. If we lose the Netherstones, we lose everything.


We can lay down later.


The other part of that shattered ring from before. Reminds me of an epic tale I once heard... best fit this back together.


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


A bad way to go.<br>


The tadpole, you mean? It's not that simple, not anymore. The Nightsinger herself has made her will known. She comes before all others.


You shall be a graven God, my demiurge. All you must do now is heed your Father's advice when the time comes.


You sent from Moonrise, drow? 'Cos otherwise, I'll have to cut ya.


A fellow bard! Oh, might I bend your ear? I've been experimenting with lute strings made of - hear me out - <i>worg</i> hair.


Ahem. It's in the Archive.


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


Hurt Critical


*Here lies Grunvir Flookes, bandit and ruffian. Exhumed twice to ensure he was dead.*


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


Wouldn't like to be in Kagha's shoes about now - but he'll have kinder words for you, I wager.


You probably believe the illithid's twaddle about Vlaakith usurping Gith's throne as well.


... what?


Whatever killed them, look like they put up a fight.


<i>Tsk'va</i> - contempt for power, contempt for allegiance. I am done with you.


I'll stab yer eyes out!


You should be more careful.


<i>There she is in all her glory - Duke Belynne Stelmane. My old partner.</i>


Nothing but the win.


Let's go before they realise we're out of our pods.


Some little lambs have strayed from the flock!


*'The Descent' - an infernal conspiracy that had seen the entire city of Elturel briefly dragged to the Hells.*


Snore
zzZzz
v3


But I've more interest in substance than... whatever it is you're trying to offer me.


One day, perhaps soon, Bhaal will demand your fealty. You'll either muster the strength to defy him - or you will succumb.


Don't bleed out on me.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


Me too!


Crescit eundo!


This is a waste of time - I certainly don't have one.


Ketheric will be vulnerable, now. All we need to do is strike.


Worth examining.


A round of applause for the stalwart heart!


Filled with brine - and a whole lot of those parasites.


*You embody the four pillars of power: Courage, insight, strategy, and justice.*


This does not belong to me.


This area is restricted, under orders of Lord Enver Gortash. Intruders are subject to deadly force.


That's it - down the hatch.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Now enough about me. You should go see who'd like to spend the night with the saviour of the grove...


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


You are not alone in this - none of us are. We can even compare notes if you like.


Where <i>is </i>she.


Materials placed. But something's still missing.


Look there - deep gashes in the rock.


Quite the welcome.


I'm on my way.


And this wild boar stabbed her until she resembled a sieve, did it?


This curse subverts all that is good in nature.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


I have to get on with my drills. I've already lost so much time.


A magic keyword. That'll help us in the Archive.<br>


You! You ruined my Circle, and cost me a hag - you little shit. I'm going to <i>rip your brains out through your eye holes.</i>


Pulso!


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


Hold very still, Miklaur - Krank's aim is much improved but still leaves something up to chance.


Demento te!<br>v3


Your thoughts are veiled. Are you protecting these creatures because they share your blood?


Not exactly a friend in need, but very well.


Gone. Seeking more pawns for her head games, no doubt.


Well well, what have we here.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Not a children's book, I assume. Gale may want it though.


That wall's an illusion! Hiding what, I wonder...


Good. We have faced so much together already - it is only right we test ourselves against an archdevil and her legions.


Duke Wyll Ravengard!


You could send an elf to sleep!


Hey! Watch it, you daft <i>ranga</i>!


Recovered


Interlocking circles with moons and stars. This must be the seal mentioned in that journal.


Let nature's power flow.


Quite a sight. Though I'm not quite sure <i>what </i>sight exactly.


They seek to promote peace between species through mutual understanding. Ha.


Resurg


I've got a few bottles tucked away to keep things flowing. For a price, of course.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Moo!


Yehehueh! Flap those wings some more, an' I'll feed you a worm!


Imagine turning on those who love you for you own glory...


Oh. Well, you would. Wouldn't you? It makes sense.


Remember, Wyll. 'Courage is found in the battle against fear, not in the defeat of it.'


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Attack


Show no weakness.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Laughter


*As your bodies lock together, so do your minds. Her whole being is laid bare before you.*


Should step in before it gets worse.


<i>Orpheus - son of Gith, heir of All Skies. We do not come to slay you; we come to restore you.</i>


Not today, I'm afraid. I need a nice and juicy sample - take too often, and you drain your specimen dry!


Thanks to you, we have the chance to heal.


Oi, gormless - not one step further! You are interrupting <i>art</i>.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


I'd tell you another, but I'm afraid those are the only coins I've got for you. You should've come around sooner while I still had all three.


Should have watched your footing.


Aha! That did it.


Perhaps. But he only preyed on what was already there.


Hurt


And haven't I suffered enough? Hasn't the road here been almost as hellish as the Hells we were sent to?


Let me help.<br>


Your kind burned the inn to the ground. Even brought goblins along for the fun.


'A thief who tried to steal from Auntie. Now the good little pet guards my home.'


Not now, sorry. I have to comfort these little warriors.


Just mining for materials. Nothing unusual.


What do you reckon, lass? You trust these Steel Watcher thingymajigs?


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


One step closer an' you're fish food.


Shadowheart - aid us!


You're right. The beast must be destroyed.


Enduring that self-righteous poetry was a greater trial than any of the ones we bypassed.


- all for the sake of the artefact that we carry.


Interesting. I wonder if those blueprints survived.


You? No - I don't think you will.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


We are <i>careful.</i>


Heal me or I'm done for.


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


Dying Freezing to Death


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Stop!


He made a point to keep it in his private collection. Was quite adamant about it, in fact.


I've never seen darkness like this before. It's unsettling.


Cut away the blight!


<i>We must find where Gortash and Orin have established themselves, and take their Netherstones. </i>


Hunk of metal with shiny flecks. Hardly a collector's item.


*There he lies. Your tormentor. The one who's haunted your nightmares for centuries.*


He's gone. Well - he was always good for a laugh.


You don't remember? Why? What's wrong with you?


I did! It felt wonderful.


*Fine jewels and ornaments, handcrafted by the masters of Athkatla.*


I'll get you out of there.


Combat Vocals - Stand Up Effort
aggggmm...


Effort v5


Luskan. Perhaps the only place <i>less</i> welcoming than the hells.


Hark! A dung golem!


I know. Though I can feel it wearing off. Bloody potion.


Ambition is our curse. We have no choice - murder begets it. Always.


Leave no survivors.


That's the point. Get out of the way.


A waste of my skills.


But perhaps fate can yet be defied...


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


What sorcery are you playing at? Boys - destroy her!


Your allegiance should be to me and the Absolute. While you hold on to your past, you are worthless.


But I wanted to play with it some more!


But this is your decision to make. Wherever you lead, I will follow.


Lots of bread, actually - and only a day or two old.


They're after a weapon. Surely, they don't mean that strange artefact of ours...


You should have seen her. She was brave but also terrifying - in a good way.


Attack Critical<br>var2


More blueprints from our local blacksmith.


Volothamp Geddarm, realm-renowned author, auteur, and tastemaker, at your service.


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


But you stole that from me... so now this place can be your <i>tomb</i>.


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


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


Voco nubes!


<i>Incrementum incredibili.</i>


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


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


We're not like you - we can't stop people from getting stabbed in the streets. Poor kid.


All of it. All of <i>me</i>. If I can have you back. I've got a place for you here. Cozy. Warm. Safe. And you can stay as long as you want.


Get back to killing.


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


I'm not sure that I am. But it means something that you think so.


I meant to do that.


Hurt Critical


You'll regret this.


Scared... Heard... Bad things...


The Guild's no army, however tough they act. Just twenty different thieving crews, come to hide behind Nine-Fingers' skirts.


-- necromancer - dead --- - changeling and tyrant remain --
-- at odds ---- KILL THEM -


I do have a big brother!


This is your time, not mine. Look inward. See what will be discovered.


Now, <i>GUARDS</i>! I believe our distinguished guest was just leaving. Would you care to escort them out?


But. They weren't.


I may have lost Wulbren. But I don't leave this place friendless. That much I know for certain.


Leave my creations be - they must focus on their duties.


Being here is a violation of so many subclauses and stipulations in your contract that Raphael will snuff out your soul the minute he catches sight of you.


...There's another bottle of Arabellan Dry back there. Put it on the bar, then piss off and leave me alone.


Avoiding... ceremorphosis... removing... tadpole...


We must extract it as soon as possible.


Yes! Now we're talking.


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


Closed Mouth Effort


Is this some kind of bit you and the Fist are running? 'Cause it's not bloody funny. Vanra is lost - and these louts won't help me find her!


Is that... yes! His hallucinations made real.


It is too late. You ignored your Urge, and now it is <i>insatiable</i>.


Citius!


SmileOpen<br>var 5


A bone? Somewhere out there, a skeleton's missing a piece.


Effort


Speaking of which... there's something I wanted to tell you.


Killed by her own kid? A damn tragedy, that.


We did what we did. Let's just see this through to the end.


Don't stop singing...


Another mention of this forge. Seems a few drow were searching for it.


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


Walk Peace <br>v2


Dialino!


Can't leave you in the lurch.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


We will be needing that, I think.


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


<i>Except you. </i>Chessa, STOP. I'm sorry.


This cut... does not smell right...


A sigil of the Harpers. Odd for their kind to misplace this.


Yes. A silent one, if you have any sense.


A word, my dear.


Careful. One wrong move and we'll be behind bars with them.


Aylin is a friend - to whom we owe our lives, I would remind you.


Your tools were stolen, right? No - you were mugged! Wait, I'm mixing you up with another citizen. I'm terribly sorry, I'll - I'll get back to you.


No more useful than the rotting corpse he'll... <i>ngh</i>...


<i>You are not ready yet. Keep hold of it then, until you are. </i>


A brain in a jar...


The Tears span Toril's sky. There is more to the realm than this grassy pebble, kin.


Effort v7


I feel the urge to perform in the middle of the night - right by your bedroll.


No! <i>I told you, Bug.</i>


Looks like just any old weapon will suffice.


Easy! They helped us out in the shadows.


Ah - Scratch is still at the post house.


A little help is in order.


*Do as Shar wishes, and you will become Her chosen, but the Absolute cult will know you are its enemy.*


*Your tadpole seizes, the Prism stills. Ravengard's empty eyes meet yours.*


Indeed. But I just wanted to take the chance to say - it has been a pleasure, Karlach.


Well, sir? How goes the search?


The great cure. Final, final. Forever.


You... my ally... my peer...


Moradin's bloody beard... I'm not waiting around for that to happen to us.


I'm staying put, mind. If a killer wanted me dead, I'd already be crammed under the boards.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


A magic staff. I bet Gale could use it.


Maybe I'd be living in the city. Maybe I'd never have been forced into this cursed pact.


I for one am <i>delighted</i> Lorroakan got what was coming to him.


The Blood War. But sister, believe me when I tell you that the fighting wasn't even the worst part.


Oh! Right. Stolen!


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Will Orin truly free Lae'zel if we slay Gortash? I am not so sure... a rescue may be in order.


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.<br>


No sense eavesdropping further. We should go, and keep our heads down.


Hells' teeth, is that a brainstem? Get a little higher and we could probably climb it.


Thank you! My first sale! I can't wait to tell Mol.


...Tadpoles? Like... a delicacy? I wouldn't know much about that, True Soul.


Haven't abandoned you yet.


Something feels... off about this tree.


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


Funny how these things go.


That's more like it!


Wretch! I did as you asked - I hope you fall down a hole and rot!


Blocked. Nothing a quick blast of magic won't clear.


A little gift from Zariel. Keeps me burning hot.


Already feeling better.<br>


It's a load of shite!


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


Victory v2


Well not your eggs specifically, any gith egg...


It's ROASTING time! HAHA!


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


Rubbish! <i>Kill her!</i>


*You're clearly not wanted here. Better find someplace more welcoming.*


Whatever you're doing, keep it up.


Blessed be the Absolute!


Effort v5


What is to be done?


I've got you.


*The last thing you hear before you disconnect is the dwarf screaming - and the squelch of flesh beneath metal.*


Maybe I have other reasons. Either way, come any closer and I <i>will </i>kill you.


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


You are on some very thin ice, darling.


And look at that statue.


Recovered <br>V4


Where do I go from here?<br>


So strong is the bond's breaking, that it now shakes in turmoil.


This place reeks of death.


Looking for... weapon. Absolute's... weapon.


Are they - yes. Brains.


Kiai<br>var 2


Every day there is less of me.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


*It is time to leave this place, and see what chaos you have unleashed upon Moonrise Towers.*


Eh. Nah!


No use. We shall need to find another way across.


*Uncertainy ripples through them. That a mind flayer could appeal to freedom is... a confusing notion.*


The greatest pest of all! I've always thought Hope to be a dirty, empty little word. She suits it well.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


The moment our victory is not assured, do not hesitate. Destroy the brain, whatever the cost - even if it is our lives.


*The goblins blink at you in confusion.*


You are insistent, are you not?


Carve a mark on the next one you drop so's everyone knows who's in charge around here!


Effort v4


I'm not!


Viconia - to battle!


The altar reacts to our offerings... but it is not merely the weight that it responds to.<br>


So long as you're paying.


Snore
zzZzz


The transformation Ketheric underwent was... horrifying. So powerful, but so grotesque.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Shadowheart! You wound me.


The very same. The champion we've been waiting for.


Not this time.


Don't I? You're here. And I don't think you want to talk.


Heh. 'Lord' Gortash didn't last long, did he? How a bunch of tough old veterans got fooled by that pipsqueak I'll never understand.


Because it's you, I'm going to let you off with a warning. <br>


I'm on my best behaviour, I swear.


I will take my pick.


Hag can't have gone far.


Thank you for saving us - again.


Read all about you, villain. City will need even more Steel Watchers with folks like you causing havoc.


There's the Crown - we have to dominate it. Cast the spell!


It's the least you could do.


Seems to be stuck.


Not everyone made it out alive.


*The corpse regards you lifelessly.*


Be a dear and come when you are called, <i>Auntie</i>.


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


So many authentic devillish items - a diabolist's at work here.


Mother of Lusts - what <i>was</i> that?


There is no future for those who do not embrace Lady Shar.


Deadlier than ever.


You were not strong enough, child.


Effort


Out of the shadows.


If I had a bottle of Dragondew, I'd open it in your honour.


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


She was unarmed, friend. Didn't even have time to draw a weapon.


They were cut down like animals. It's senseless.


No more. I can't bear it.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


The shadows are sparing me - but we need to get you some help.


Leave my creations be - they must focus on their duties.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


But, if you must be certain, he will wriggle into a different bedroll each night. The first to complain, well - there you have it.


Some would-be ambushers squat in those bushes ahead. How their poor knees must ache.


And there's no True Soul yet who turned their back on the Absolute.


Bhaal's reasons are not for us to question.


Thou necrotic stump!


Unpowered. Wonder what it's lacking...


The master needs no 'inspections'. The master sees all.


It's too late for me - but not for you. Run, as fast as your legs can carry you.


PainPretend<br>var 1


With a single word, Florrick could charge the Coast's most powerful force with taking back the Grand Duke.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Apostates must suffer - by your own hand, when needed. It is the Absolute's way.


Well, it was worth one last shot.


*Other than the infection, you're more or less intact. A miracle, given everything you've been through.*


Oh, darling - I wish it hadn't come to this. But the pleasure will be all mine.


It helps me create all new memories.


Go the Neurocitor... in the depths of the Foundry... Input code 'Nebelun'... then increase to maximum output...


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


It's you! Look at us - we made it to the city! We made it to <i>the</i> Elfsong Tavern.


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


*Moo!*


*Trepidation and awe ripple through you as you enter the water. Beyond lies Shar's domain - the Shadowfell.*


Looks like there's a chest buried in that hay.


Indeed. Isn't it delightful?


A new grave they dug, which she herself fed.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


I live for battle.


I suppose there's no harm in you taking a look. Here's something to get you started.


Let's focus on surviving first.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Shove over, Klaw! Drow comin' through.


We can't attack a vampire's stronghold at night. The best we can do for him now is rest and wait for sunrise.


*But his mother is gone - taken. All that's left are these <i>creatures</i>.*


And I hear you have a problem.


*Rebirth is sloughing flesh. A new skull housing cold, sharp intellect.*


N-nothing to it really. The secret is saying things very loudly.


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


Has the tadpole finally devoured what was left of your rational thought? We retrieved the Hammer, only for it to come to naught?


A throng of prisoners, awaiting their turn for execution - or infection.


This must have been quite a view, once.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


It's <i>fascinating</i>!


It's not your form that appalls me. It's your contempt.


Strange-looking tadpole. Might warrant a closer look - very carefully...


*The liquid that coats the brain is thick, almost gel-like - it is like nothing you have ever seen.*


Once - in the first decade of my slavery - I found a darling boy who I couldn't bear to bring back to him. So I ran, instead of hurting that sweet man.


Well - I - I'm <i>sure</i> it was you. Almost certain...


Astarion! This can't be the end.


No! Shut up!


A very likely outcome - in fact I saw decorations of that very type, and worse, in my time there. But my luck held.


I'll have you up in no time.


Get up. Make yourself useful.


Is that a... <i>Ugh.</i> These mind flayer diagrams are too detailed.


I can't hold it any longer!


Gremishkas? They're no lovers of magic - better watch where I cast.


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


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


*The crystal's glow swells, drawing you into its depths. You are transported - somewhere deep, loud, and hot as the Hells themselves.*


Tempora mutantur!


Bah - I'll trust my chances without you. You are weak. You succumbed to temptation.


You do not wish to irritate me - or the one I serve.


Effort v3


Look. Cut!


Sticking my neck out again.


Backstabbing filth. Good riddance to the lot of them.


*The dog lowers his hackles, his head tilted inquisitively.*


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Magis amica veritas!


How am I going to tell him about Lia?


We'll see this mind flayer business through, but once that's done, we're done.


You'll be free in a blink.


Escort me out of Wyrm's Rock.


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


Thus far I've taunted you, devoured you, battled you.


I have no space to take any more.


I've got so much to do now - I'd really better get on with it. Excuse me, would you?


Do you mind?


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


Seek on its streets those whose purpose aligns with our own, and invite them to our cause.


He named you as Bhaal's Chosen. A Bhaal<i>spawn.</i> Is it true?


Ansur is sleeping under Wyrm's Rock Prison. But what's this of a true hero's spark?


Veni et iuva me!


Y-you're a True Soul... I didn't know. Wouldn't dare question you, never!


No keyhole. All right, I'll take the challenge.


Which means you're not a dog. So what the hell are you doing in my kennels?


Who is this blanched little man-boy? Gortash?


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


<i>What is it that you don't understand? If you confront the elder brain now, you will FAIL.</i>


Here it comes at last, craving crimson and carnage. So be it.


Ugh - that bottle smells as strange as it looks.


*As the fire settles, tension bleeds from your body.*


Damned awful business - fine fliers the lot of them, gone without a trace.


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


The gods... We are so little before them. So small.


Invoco te


Funny how these things go.<br>


But don't you want more - don't you want eternity? One more bite is all it would take?


Effort v6


I'll be there soon, my lady.


Well, you're still talking, so you can't be that bad.


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


Combative - good. You'll need to be.


*'Suffering is not a curse, but a gift'. So Kith'rak Urlon had taught you.*


Obedi me!


What a glorious celebration. Hip-deep in gore.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


That stench... dead owlbear prey, no doubt.


*The boar shuffles its trotters, unsure. Then it dashes away into the wilderness.*<br>


Your bloody trail returns you to us. Will you partake now?


Can't slow down.


When do I get to run the ring scam?


All right. Time to skulk about.


With folks like you cutting about our streets, we're safe as can be.


Right you are, boss. Hope you enjoy it.


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


Speak to the attendant by the front. She will put everything in order for you. Then you will be free to enter.


Tut tut, now. I do detest a liar.


Aye, well. Might be you should've, yeah?


Wyll, you absolute stinker! You kept me a secret? Time to let the hellcat out of the bag.


Follow me.


I can assure you, you wouldn't get a job on my staff. Now if you've nothing to contribute - <i>leave</i>.


I can see the cogs moving behind your eyes, Gale. What's on your mind?


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 3


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


A nice, leisurely voyage? The idea seems pleasant enough... but knowing our luck, we'd probably end up as easy targets the whole away.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Astonishing, truly.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Father Lorgan's refugees - he was not able to save them.


Good luck, Karlach. Look after yourself, all right?


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


Should have watched your footing.


We're creatures of the shadows. I'm sure you know that feeling well.


Dying Burning<br>v6


<i>Consummatum est - ego cecidi.</i>


*For Lord Gortash's inspection, a panoply of eight displays that show how Foundry production is meeting or exceeding all quotas!*


... oh, damnation. My friends - what... what happened?


I stand <i>corrected.</i>


Oh, not long at all. I've rather a good memory for faces, and I've been sketching yours since my return.


I knew one of Reithwin's head masons. She was a good woman, and strong as an ox.


One of 'em was prayin' when I slit its throat. Who do devils even pray to?<br>


Always a pleasure. Shame that tadpole's gone and pissed on your party.


What in the hells is <i>that</i>?


Renegades are rare, but not unheard of. Omeluum is one such creature.


That was <i>revolting</i>.


Never wanted the easy path.


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


Speak your mind. I'm listening.


Effort v6


I'm not forgetting that drink in Baldur's Gate. Dying doesn't get you off the hook.


VO_SFX : Downed v2


And away I go.


I am free from my bonds, but not my duty. The Dead Three are risen - the Dead Two remain.


On your way. May Lord Gortash provide.


Step, parry, strike - damn it! It's just not landing.


...Well. Inquisitor W'wargaz will ensure you do not bother me again.


Someone's moving around in there.


Vita excolatur!


Closed Mouth Effort v8


So my kin are hunting cultists too. If nothing else, they'll be quick to cut down their numbers.


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


'Down in the pits', no less. Sounds ominous among creatures that love bloodsports. Better step to it.


Still this patter of paws, Boo - we must be quiet.


*This headstone has been vandalised, altered to read: 'Rotting place of Gothric Rillyn'.*


You're joking. Please tell me you're joking.


A veritable torture camp and prison unto itself.


Does it always take this long? Nothing went wrong, did it?


Have you spoken to Kagha?


Snore
zzZzz


I don't see one...


I can see you over there, you know. What are you doing?


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


I almost feel bad for the runt. <i>Almost.</i>


*A faint spark of arcane power flickers across the surface of the pillar.*


In this sanctum, you will obey our lord and Archduke.


Well hurry - who knows when that nutcase of a necromancer will come for us.


Let's use this.


What were you doing in Faerûn?


And who're you? 'Nother pest? Dwarves... think ya rule the world. Hah!


There's an entire army camping here, judging by the number of fires.<br>


Looks like there was a struggle here.


Bird blood. They're basically the rats of the sky.


Te curo!<br>v3


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


If we... if I don't, it... then they'll have died for nothing.


We had an unfortunate incident involving a child's fingers.


One that feeds on his friends, no less.


There's an undead inside this Watcher. Why? And where is its <i>head?</i>


It's... open? Could've <i>sworn</i> I hadn't cracked it.


You villain! I didn't know you had it in you.


Good evening, Master! I'm ever-relieved to have found you at last, for you've been shirking your duties!


<i>Did you think that you would quietly infiltrate the devil's home with me nestled right within your thoughts, and mask your true intentions from me?</i>


Let me be of aid.


Dead drow, publicly displayed. The duergar are sending a message.


Don't waste this.


You are right. You are strong. But if you wake me again, I will kill <i>you</i>.


I'd love to know the full story.


I meant to do that.


I'll say. Being smothered by rubble is not how I'd like to spend my final moments.


Imprisoned most of his life, and he freely gave what little remained to save his people. Rare, that a hero actually lives up to their prophecy.


It's already finished.


Isobel! We need healing!


You can certainly try.


Ghastly things. No wonder they usually lurk in the depths.


This harp will summon him. Play it when you are in the shadows, and he will come to you and know that you are a friend.


*The glyphs resemble the scriptures of your people, but you cannot understand the archaic dialect.*


You dare rifle through my pockets?! You're either brave or stupid - likely both.


In that case, this will be an easy exercise. Step one?


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


Looks like the place the Dark Justiciar's letter mentioned. But where's the stash?


What care we for his business here? He keeps us small. Keeps us contained. We should be with the Spider Queen - revered, adored!


Guess if we find a few more of these little scenes, we'll have gathered the rest of him.


That was not what I expected to see today.


Be serious, Rion. Who puts braids on a mop?


NO! No. Monster!


Another mystery.


Woof, woof!


Closer... I need to get closer!


Te absolvo!


He wants to help you save the world. What else?


You actually did it - you rescued them from Moonrise. <i>How?</i>


Moving ahead.


I can wait. You, on the other hand, should already be running. Her coven will hear of this.


Smartest thing you ever said, petal.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


A city is only as mighty as its leader. Under Gortash, no army can breach our walls!


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Et alibi!


We've been travelling with a vampire this whole time?


I'll get you.


No, no - unless my mind's gone a-muddle, I think you mean 'bottom right'.


A shapechanger... people call us... doppelgangers...


You're a vile blister - I shall prick thee.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Incredible. Every rock, every jewel tells a story.


Where would you be without me?


These horns are a fine trophy. Hacked from the skull of a war devil.<br>


Looks like he was at the House of Healing. But to what end?


Dodge
v2


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Preposterous! There's no harm in <i>sharing </i>knowledge, my good man.


*As he empties himself of his latest slew of thoughts, you take the opportunity to slip away.*


Your body is such a treat - I'm so glad you chose to share it with me. So glad we have this time together.


Safe travels. See you at camp.


Your kind will go far for glory. As you have shown by being here.


What's the matter? Is its mouth meat all tangled? Too trembly to wag its word flap at me?


*Nothing in the appearance of the device betrays its purpose. It could do anything.*


Whoever they were, their equipment's no use to them now.


Until then, I suggest you keep your distance.


*Her Most Vaunted Treasure*


No... Dolor did... Splendid... Kill...


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


A letter from Orin...


Was that an ordinary raid? Seemed a fool's errand.


Attack Critical<br>var3


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Recovered <br>V3


Hey! Whatcha doin'? I knew there was something off 'bout you! Get 'er!


You'd best get running the other way, mate.


Ignorant thing. It's always the terms and conditions that get you.


Te curo!


What have we got?<br>


*The pain rips through you, obliterating all thought, all feeling. You can feel your tadpole burning, and the power it granted you starting to wane.*


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


How about the artefact for your life? And perhaps even my support in the battles yet to come, against the Absolute?


Her rites will be said. Her body made one with the soil. Try not to focus on the how or when.


Oh, you are an inquisitive one.


Isobel... the Selûnite cleric from Last Light?


Seems odd that the gith set up base in an abandoned monastery.


I'm sorry, civilian, but I <i>really</i> don't have time to waste. We're down a constable, and the killer could strike again at any time.


Sahuagin. They're not exactly in their element here - why are they so close to the city?


Let's hope we don't meet any more frogs.


Or is there?


Let the devil be an example: we will tolerate outlanders no longer.


Any time.


This gith slate looks like the other. Another story about the githyanki prince?


That kobold reeks of spirits. Fire could be explosive.


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


This guy's tryin' to poison us! Kill him!


As if I'd let her draw breath.


That was most of them - time to press on.


It's just a ring, mister. I know it's nothing special.


Ugh - a Nightfall ritual. They likely feasted the night away before killing another - all for Shar.


Know that I will remember your master's sacrifice with great affection... every month or so. But I must be off - I'm a century late for an appointment!


I'll see that there is - woe betide anyone who tries to stop me.


Nice of you to show your colours, True Soul. Jaheira will be so disappointed she trusted you.


'Annihilate'.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Is that - a <i>person</i> being grown in there? Gods, that's ghastly.


*The ranger's thoughts flit through your own, searching, probing for something specific. Until he finds...*


With pleasure.


These glyphs look familiar - they were in 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


Ketheric Thorm is no more, but the shadow curse remains. There must be a way to lift it.


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Looks like the ritual worked. The whole grove is walled in.


Ab uno disce omnes!


Hm. Looks jammed.


Lava's not supposed to explode, I don't think. Something's igniting it.


It is terribly good to see you, Mr Dekarios.


Effort v8


I bet we can work out how to open it.


For example, it is quite bright up here. I had forgotten about the malady known as 'sunburn'.


I hope you're enjoying my little open house. Is there something I can do for you?


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Halsin's dead. I need to check his corpse for anything important.


'Unleash'.


Ubi es?<br>v2


SMASH. BREAK. <i>CRUSH.</i>


*The queen who brings conquest to the heavens, sundering planets, destroying the very stars.*


Have you found my Miri?


That thing - a monster hiding in plain sight.


Anyone with half a mind could see that. But - <i>why</i>?


Some power for the taking.


*Where the Dark Justiciars of old once walked, perhaps a new one might emerge*


Perhaps our time has not yet come. Perhaps dealing with the Absolute must come first. Whatever you decide, I will understand.


Quick, we're nearly there! We can make it!


<i>Maybe I could do some good...</i>


Report. And make it quick - organising these creatures tests my patience.


...Minsc will save his appetite for <i>evil</i>, I think.


You're good at it. You've given me some just by being here.


Come on, darling.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


What is this...?


Finally.


... this is <i>chicken-chasin'.</i>


Nice place you have here, little rabbit. Could use a few more trophies, perhaps.


Only we zerai continue the war to end the ghaik forever. Only we fight them their own battlefield - the mind.


Clubbed one of your own, eh? I'll drink to that.


Avoiding the sergeant, is he? Can't blame him. She mentioned something 'bout biting his toes off.


That was before I saw the giant metal monsters guarding the checkpoint.


Oh goodness, my cheeks've gone warm. Am I blushing? I must be blushing.


Be patient, child. Soon...


I can't see a thing.


Clausus!


Flagra!


Yeah...


*You recall stories of elite Sharran warriors - ruthless fanatics.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


The smell doesn't matter. It's food in their bellies.


I'm sure all will be revealed in time, but I don't like it. A waste of perfectly good treasure.


Something's guarding it... something vulnerable to a 'hot hammer', whatever that is.


<i>Mrag</i>. Who needs goblins to be afraid of when we've you for company?


Even injured, a <i>ghaik</i> can kill. Proceed with caution.


Long dead. Still impressive, in a skeletal sort of way.


Not the bravest strategy, I'll admit.


AUGHHHH!


<i>Yes.</i>


Chin up. This'll help.


This will keep you on your feet.


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


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


Fine. Let us move swiftly - before I change my mind.


Lady Shar values those that can remain unseen and can still obtain what they want. Stealth is a virtue derived from her very essence.


Still won't open.


Art thou certain?


But more will die if her ritual is finished. I doubt those exiled by the rite will survive long outside.


I don't know. I hope so...


No. This opportunity has been a hundred years in the making. It has to be me, and only me.


She's almost as scary as you, Lae'zel. So naturally she gets my vote.


You're useless dead.


Auribus teneo lupum!


Better not be cursed.


*A current of deception carries Voss' words. Wherever he flies, it is not to Vlaakith.*


How about this - you can stay if you keep those ugly feet on the ground.


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


Followers of Mystra - those who call on the true Weave - are expressly forbidden to indulge it.


Being a True Soul, you know the Absolute don't like to touch nothin' unclean.


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


Easy! They helped us out in the shadows.


Now we have metal and a forge, but no mould.


My power walks with you.


Locked. Might be a key somewhere...


Poor Scratch. I miss him.


Now, don't believe anything Cait over there tells you. She's an <i>awful </i>liar.


Be lovely to get an interview - maybe they'll be asking regular city-folk about Gortash's death... Hmmm.


Effort v11


You do not belong here, heretic. Your death has been ordained.


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


First in my heart.


Well, if it isn't my favourite fellow himself.


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


Let's get that patched up.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


Hm.


Non compos mentis!


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


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


I can blame them for <i>precisely</i> that reason.


Vincit qui patitur!


Dying Deep Exhale


<i>We are bonded now. And it is time to consummate love, with war. </i>


Here we go again.


<i>Chk. </i>Stuck.<br>


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


*There, you will find your kin. The tadpole will be removed, and you will be purified.*


Blech. I'd rather drink the Baldur's Gate sewers dry.


Goodness, what an accusation!


The latest batch of cultists knew nothing of the Astral Prism. They were just trying to find Moonrise.


Perhaps the Nightsong is the sacred artefact used to spill the blood of Selûnites. I hope so.


Better lend a hand.<br>


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


Fulgur!


Nothing. What is this thing?


I offer no riddles. Nor do I offer clarity. Where you must walk, there are no signposts. There are no maps.


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


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


This is it then. The assault commences.


You think we're ever gonna get to Baldur's Gate?


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


You're all right, for a tiefling. At least you <i>fight.</i>


How?


Grand Duke Ravengard? Seems Moonrise Towers has acquired a high-value asset.


What's this?


We piss off a devil no matter what we do. Pick your poison - we'll handle the fallout like we always do.


I'm doing my job - you can window-shop elsewhere.


Ah, a fellow wanderer. Forgive the aroma.


Stuck in place, I see.


You are a long way from such an honour.


Right you are. If we get out of this, I owe you.


You are weak, my child. You are a small, pathetic little boy who never amounted to anything.


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


Gregor's my fella. We've been together eight years now. And - Karlach - we've a little one on the way.


So many pretty things in the House of Hope. You're the prettiest of all.


A little gratitude would be nice.


Backup's comin'. Reckon I'll tell 'em you were an intruder after all.


What was that?!


Poor Gale. To be abandoned by his goddess... I cannot imagine how that must feel. May the Dark Lady comfort him.


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


*The engraving on this tombstone was abandoned part way through. It says, simply, 'Neesha'.*


Resisto acidum!


Excellent. You enjoy that one, all right? It's really gory.


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


If you've been sent to test me - it's working.


Stop, we surrender!


Ship's going to buckle. I need to get to the helm.


I'm done. With you, with this <i>place. </i>After everything I went through to get Connor back.


<i>I did not come this far to fail. </i>Htak'a!


My point is you didn't have to choose this.


That's what we do. We help each other. Right?


Gods, it smells awful in here.


I'm impressed. I fell on my arse the first time Blaze Portyr made me do that.


I can only imagine.


Waterdeep...


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


That was close. Far, far too close.


Blast it. Got to try again - and not be seen this time.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


<i>Finally. </i>Goodnight, Carrion.


Breathe - I've got you.


Attack Critical<br>var3


This plane is a blister of corruption.


We need you back in the fight.


Damn it. Get out of my head!


I could bleed an ocean and it would not be enough to sate the one I hunted here.


Excellent.


A wine bottle? A scholar with good taste, perhaps.


Together, we will put an end to the Absolute, the Chosen, all.


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


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


The tempest rages!


Boo! Leave the slippery rapscallion where it is.


It's true, Eltan. You can't believe her. She's a devil. Will you really trust her word over mine?


The cult of the Absolute is spreading through the city - quietly, quickly, and with unsettling deliberation.


Guildmaster's buried worse than any foppin' <i>Stone Lord</i>.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


It's done all that and more at plenty a soirée, I can tell you.


What's that ghastly stench? I feel light-headed...


What have you to say for yourself? Speak!


I saw you with Lae'zel. You two looked... cosy.


I gave you chances - more than I should have - and you threw them in my face.


One that's happy to use his fangs, it seems.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Thou walk with death, child of Myrkul. That is enough for an understanding between us.


Weak


No interest in chatting to the Absolute, myself. I've got enough going on up here.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


Falling


By all means bite the hand that feeds you while you still have teeth.


A bulette... Best brace for a vicious battle.


May we all breathe deep of the Wavemother's waters!


However saccharine your words might be, I assure you they aren't to my tastes.


Now, now, let's not bring Mummy into this. This is between us girls, isn't it?


*The blood inside has not started to rot. There is a fresh hint to it.*


You're too late, the master entered the ballroom and ordered the doors be sealed behind him. They are not to be opened until his business is done.


Suppose I'll have to add 'babysitting drunks' to my employment experience. 'Go work for a bank' they said, 'It'll be prestigious' they said...


Right away.


A waste of... you have interesting priorities.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Speak, and listen.


Who stands before us? Is this truly our prodigal son?


<i>After all we've been through...</i>


Imagine being tormented  in this place for so long. It makes me shudder.


Shadowheart? What happened? You were missing for a moment.


Oi!


But come on, then - let's get a crowd goin'.


Thank you, magic!


I'll calm 'em down, seein' as it was a lovely rhythm. But, erh, don't do it again.


I've got to say - wouldn't have expected such solid work solving a case from a civvie. Well done.


The Guild. The Stone Lord hunted them. Peeled away their rotten ranks one by one, to lay bare their corrupt heart:


May I be unseen, like nature's smallest creatures.


Well done.


*The lantern flickers ever so briefly, and you hear a slight twitter - or perhaps it's simply your imagination.*


Could do with a bit of natural light, all right. But you know these nobles - odd as fae folk.


On your guard. Goblins are coming. I can <i>smell</i> them.


To have someone who cares about you and throw them away. I don't know how you do it.


You've got your orders. Citizens only.


I can hear the screams already, Chosen. Murder reigns at last.


Oh my word! It's you - from the front page! Could you spare a few words for my article?


Why are you here? Spawns and servants have been summoned below. <i>Squeak, </i>you rat!


Farewell, sir.


I know for a fact she has an original <i>Yapswurt</i> hidden away. I've seen it.


It won't take me until the end of time to find another like you.


The road to Baldur's Gate is west of the town. If we hurry, we'll arrive before the Absolute's forces.


You picked the wrong side, cuck.


And neither will this twit, apparently.


No hope of clearing this without a shovel.


Not all. The cleric Isobel held the shadows from Last Light, and General Thorm wanted her returned to Moonrise alive.


Think. <i>Think - </i>there must be a way around.


Better to act swiftly than stand around and wonder.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Free to take, I think. Else the wizard would have built a better lock.


What was that, my dear?


Now, now. Real heroes don't argue - they cooperate!<br>


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


Glowing eyes are rarely a good sign. Best be careful.


Obedi me!


Always.


Heard you put in a good word for our mates - cheers.


Pigeon feathers. Maybe from one of the postmaster's birds.


Hells. You look like you've seen a ghost.


What in the Nine bloody Hells is going on? Reynash?


I wish you good slaughter, Unholy Assassin. Delight in it - while you still can.


*You have to protect it. You have to get it to Baldur's Gate. Shar is counting on you.*


This will block the lesser effects of the shadow curse, allowing you to traverse the darkness outside... should Shar's own protection falter, that is.


Away and have your fun! I have a myth to make.


Don't you <i>dare </i>puke on your uniform.


We won't even have to go out into the shadows to die now that the cultists have found us.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


Look at that.


Orin changes shape faster than you and I change clothes. She might be anywhere.


Your <i>fun?! </i>You had your <i>fucking fun?!</i> Gods, have I been wrong about you. I don't know if I've ever been more wrong about anything in my life. And that's saying something.


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


Strange. I've had more freedom this past while than my whole life...


You must stop the hag, or she'll never stop tormenting us. Please.


Zorru was right. Yellow as a toad, and twice as ugly.


<i>Two Netherstones remain in the hands of the Chosen. </i>


City Watch - with me! We'll follow you. To our last breaths.


Do not kill him! Find another way - <i>please.</i>


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


Oh, and if it's of any concern... you're brave to walk around without hiding your heritage. I'll make sure everyone knows that you helped us at the gate.


Sahuagin. But why are they so close to the city?


We'll see about that.


Dangerous secrets are best shared with those who depend on you. I should know.


Ghaik. Death is too kind a fate.


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


So much blood... Must be where Father Lorgan was slaughtered.<br>


An illithid capable of rebelling against the Netherbrain's instruction... Not only capable, but <i>willing</i>...


Hm. This must activate elsewhere.


I told you to stay away from the githyanki. But you just couldn't help yourself, could you?


Not a dicky bird. It's really quite disappointing.


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


Invoco te!<br>v2


Urrgh... why'd you have to say that?


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Hells. You look like you've seen a ghost.


A religion. Or a cult. All influenced by their Absolute.


*A shiver runs across your mind... You feel sated.*


Don't wanna get intimate in front of the novices? Fair enough. Got some weird shadows in your head.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Closed Mouth Effort v7


<i>Tla tavki. </i>The tower's <i>ghaik </i>infection runs deeper than I thought.<br>


Is such an existence lacking?


'The Blade of Frontiers'. May the tortured rhymes recounting your deeds continue.


This 'blood' sounds important - could it still be here somewhere?


Leave m-me alone. I b-beg you.


Tell you what, city's gone down the gutter recently. All these attacks... It's no good.


Hm. Looks jammed.


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


I slip into shadows.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Interlocking circles with moons and stars. This must be the seal mentioned in that journal.


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


Such a penchant for violence... It makes me wonder.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


Get away from that thing!


Pipe down!


Is it not in the illithid's barbarity that we find its splendour?


Voco glacies!


Consider the blow as good as struck.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


We shall see, won't we?


That light - it's protecting me from the curse.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Enough - my creations have nothing to say to you.


Something funny's going on here...


Lies. You'll die alone, you know.


I fear not, my child. Your daughter's casket will have to wait.


Days like this almost make me miss the merchant train.


True Soul... cave-in... trapped...


Shhhtttt, I hear the jailor, it hears me. It'll call Raphael. Make every question count. Make some of them count twice.


Nere caught 'em scheming. Handed a few to an escort - dragged to Moonrise, is my guess.


Pizzled rancour!


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Veni et iuva me!


Just handing him over like that... I don't know. I hope we made the right choice.


Approach with extreme caution. An injured mind flayer is still a dangerous one.


That's the last time I want to see the inside of one of those.


Gods above. It's a risk, but maybe you deserve a chance...


Dear child, I told you - take care of those wounds, and we will begin your penance.


Darkest of days.


He built prettier things, but I always told him <i>this </i>was his best work.


I guess you need this.


HAH! HAH! HAH!


On to playing for coppers on the corners of Baldur's Gate. I can hardly stand the glamour.


One touch and this will fall apart.


I'm fading fast. I must heal.


- you will shine.


It was justice. Or the start of it.


*The beast shudders - a moment of pleasure...*


My parents. I need to save them.


Did you think we'd let you go? Let you walk away?


Hmm. It won't move.


Look at all this stuff...


Some sort of magic blocking the way.


Fine.


Bet this idol has a bit of divine spark left. Something Gale can use.


Sympathisers have no place in the city - you'd do well to remember that.


Invoco te<br>v3


That is for General Thorm to say. He is ready to see you.


You heed an overgrown toadstool, yet defy a True Soul?


Don't want to draw any attention.


They took Mol - I couldn't stop them.


One touch and this will fall apart.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


From what I hear, you're making a habit of slaying goblins.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


My good lady. I am Wyll Ravengard. My business is the city's business.


Buff


Come on, up.<br>


*The hobgoblin turns to you, and the parasite squirms in your skull.*


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


A warrior who winks at her foes while she slays them. You'd be a fool to refuse her.


Arcane flames. Handy.


Haha! No, I think I will leave that honour to our esteemed friend.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v3


A bronze dragon and an elf sailor. Could this be... Balduran?


What is the creature doing to those corpses?


It is the safest place to be.


Since you're all too cowardly to say it, I will - what if the Steel Watch storm this place?


It's real exciting issue, enjoy!


It is. But mine is just beginning again. Soon this will be a place of sunlight and greenery again, with birdsong honouring your triumph.


I can't believe I'm outside a brothel. What if my mother finds out? Gods above.


Oh no, this is Shadowheart's business - I'll leave Dame Aylin to someone who knows her better.


I don't think I did, dearie. And frankly you're <i>thick</i> for saying so.


What? No! We can't go without you!


<i>TIME. IS. UP!</i>


Urgh - you're worse than the Mortarch. Whatever.


The brew's been chilled!


Falling


What are you afraid of? Your own wicked heart?


Aye, well. Might be you should've, yeah?


Drunk <br>V2


Some door in Candulhallow's will open to the word 'Sicarius'. We shall find out.


Victory v2


You are? I - I need to get out of here.


If this keeps up, the gravekeeper is gonna have to bury me too.


Might as well take a look.


Should mind my step.


The discarded pixie corpses might still contain enough essence, and with one of the broken lantern casements...


All right, then.<br>


I've got your back!


And yet they make so many demands of us? It is not fair. Raphael has taken everything from me, but, oh, the things he gave me in exchange.


But, erm, how much <i>do </i>ya got?


I said I don't have it. Maybe he dropped it running away from those big, scary goblins.


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - a sorcerer of some talent, perhaps - is a different matter.


A spot of healing will help.


Are you sure?


Effort v8


Finally! Through me her will is enacted. Her shadows strengthen and the darkness takes all. I am her Chosen!


<i>What I didn't anticipate was how reasonable you would be.</i>


I think ingenious is the word you're looking for. Now repeat my instructions back to me, please.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Esto perpetua!


You're one of them! Monster!


The important thing is to get it away from <i>them</i>. That ritual's gonna get us all killed.


Impressive armour. Drow handiwork?


I think it's rather a good likeness. Warts and all.


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


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Please keep an eye on him while you're looking for Master Halsin... just in case.


See you around, maybe.


The Dark Justiciars were the Nightsinger's most trusted warriors - <i>this </i>is where they earned their place.


Glorious! Feathers bloody <i>everywhere, </i>mate! Feels good to be home in <i>my</i> nest.


They did not live up to father's code. Even he did not follow it correctly.


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


Have a care, friend. I'm but a weary traveller, foot-sore and short-of-breath. I'll spare you my puffing and keep my counsel for now.


I'll see if there's anything in Master Halsin's notes.


Skillfully done.


If we're called, we join the fight against Ketheric. And with the True Soul, we <i>will</i> land the final blow.


<i>Subdued at last - it begs for its life. </i>


Key... idiot...


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


Free at last!


So says the text. Orpheus was gone, yes. But most certainly not dead.


Incende!


Take it. Maybe if I pray hard enough I can get some of that <i>booyahg</i> for myself.


Not that it matters, but her reward aligns with your own interests.


<i>Is that it, then? I've killed the bastard who ruined my life, and now I crawl into a corner and die?</i>


You've a Netherese orb in your belly, a tadpole in your head, and you've been sleeping in what amounts to a very well-appointed ditch. So go on - explain yourself.


She... she got away. Gods <i>damn </i>it!


Duke Ravengard's alive? If barely.


A cruel task fell to Shadowheart... but she did as her parents wished. She has my eternal respect, and I hope she soon finds peace.


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


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


A very sharp blade did that.


I don't trust that tree. It feels <i>wrong</i>.


Die, so your carcass can rise!


Inficio!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


They got Astarion, damn it. He's probably back at Cazador's palace already.


Right. You then have access to the letter and the flute. Go on.


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


Well, that's interesting.<br>


Dying Panic Fall


It's the chair - it's connected to the ship. And the ship's connected to the mind flayers.


Bit harsh, shooting a caged goblin.


Jaheira! What do you think of me?


*Laughter builds, deep in your chest. It is... irresistible.*


Watching gods. These poor bastards actually die believing.


Do not go soft on me now!


My, my! The fates move in strange and scrumptious ways. I am <i>delighted </i>to see you again.


*Something stirs deep within you, hungry and alert... it's taking something you'll never get back.*


Looks like a githyanki.


These may be the tampered plushes that letter spoke of. I'll leave the cuddles to someone else.<br>


*Your skull briefly aches, and you <i>are</i> her. You feel the woman's momentary relief over her revival - and her loathing of the parasite lodged in her brain.*


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


Yes... Zorru fled... left me to fight...


Ever will Shar try to twist bonds of love into chains of service. Shadowheart did not let her.


Hardly a welcoming sight.


Have I mentioned I'm really really glad we met? Let's go.


An elder brain... one of the cruellest and most powerful creatures in existence, enslaved by mere mortals.


Armed scribes - but no sign of a struggle.


Never felt an earthquake in Baldur's Gate before. What the <i>hells.</i>


Recovered <br>V2


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


Let's fix that.


Ugh. You look like you've been kissin' a worg's backside.


Yes, my Lady.


Ha ha! For once, dad lost! Maybe he can retire some of those jokes now. ...Though I do like the one about killing the drow.


Strange... I would have been compelled to defile this shrine once. But no longer.


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


Tell the others... Let the boss know...


And, Tyr's honest truth... you gave my Guild the wake-up call it needed. We've grown complacent, lazy. Too sure of our standing.


No - we acted justly. That Karlach still lives is a delight worth celebrating, not lamenting.


This sensation - I've lost something deep within me. Something vital.


Intelligenti pauca!


The ship won't be able to take another dragon attack. We need to get out before it's too late.


*The clink of gold leaving your purse - the sound of repercussions deftly avoided.*


Simply begging to be robbed.


That's not mine to open.


Does it matter? We managed to stop it.


*A memory appears at the forefront of your mind.*


My goddess is watching.


Poisonous, necrotic appendage.


GruntAngry<br>var 2


This is the spot that's marked on that map.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


You should get some rest. You've had <i>such</i> a big day.


I'm not sure I can put it into words - the landscape there shifts and changes.


<i>(Keep your voice down about the bloody murder upstairs!)</i> Ahem.


No more than you are, Harper. For you have been reborn. And in our service are we united, <i>Unholy Assassin</i>.


Not now. I need a moment.


My head is pounding... <br>


This soul awaits thy command.


There you are. The real you shows themselves at last.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


*Such a curious artefact. So small and seemingly harmless, and yet it contains so much.*


It's the least I can do - all this would've gone to waste otherwise.


*You struggle with the set of lockpicks until they are bent entirely out of shape, but the lock won't budge.*


So I'll call us even. Let me go back to relaxing away from all the noise down below.


That thing doesn't look too happy to be free.


Roar! <i>Roar! ROAAAR! </i>


Dying Freezing to Death


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


We're not the most welcome guests, but Ketheric and the Absolute are waiting for us. Be ready for anything.


Rolan is dead.


Will we fall victim to falsehoods? NO.


I'll kiss it better later.


Seems like the owner was quite the literary type.


B-Brian had instructions, but... the g-goblins got him. Th-they said they'd e-eat him...


Always room for more.


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


If that were true, you would have reported to Z'rell as you were told, you would have stayed off this roof as you were told, and you would be out there retrieving the Selûnite cleric!


A champion burns bright, even when rushing waters and moaning winds threaten to extinguish the flames.


I suppose our band wasn't meant to last forever... fate thrust us together, now it pulls us apart again.<br>


I've heard whispers from the gnomes - their cell is a few doors down. The sound of rock on rock too. If anyone can break us out, it's gnomes.


Careful - she obviously sees your kindness as weakness. Don't let her take advantage.