Let us talk to him. Please. If he could just -


A summoning ritual by the looks of it. I dread to think what manner of creature she called out to.


Lead the way.


Resisto acidum!<br>v3


*The guard seems convinced of one thing. You're the criminal who needs to be stopped.*


All right. But not too much later - I need to clear the air between us.


Dialino!


Impero tibi!<br>v3


The speckles in this slag... That's adamantine, I'm sure of it.


When infected with a ghaik tadpole, we must report to a ghustil for purification.


<i>Tsk'va</i> - what have you done? Shut it down before the crèche is made rubble!


Oh, I almost forgot - you sold his life for your freedom. <i>My</i> mistake.


*You realise he is telling the truth. If you kill him, you are dooming everyone.*


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Ah!


Guess you're boring. Not like Master Illy.


Invisibilis!


Whatever it is that's controlling you, we can fight it. I know that better than anyone.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Now you see me...


You did what you had to. Don't be ashamed that you did it well.


Breathe easy. I'm coming.


SmileClosed<br>var 5


The Hells with that. Nothing is over. Not while I still draw breath.


*You are a Steel Watcher, a guardian of Baldur's Gate - before you stands a group of humans.*


First green thing I've seen in a while.


We're not done yet.


We enjoyed one another for a while. Sometimes that is enough.  Now go, there is nothing more to say.


You should hurry back and warm your hands on her heart. Mine is altogether colder.


Deep gnome make, but the design is anything but. What was this fort?


You need to be freed. Of course.


The Head Banker of the Counting House deals with all manner of clientele, no matter how colourful. He does not need your <i>help</i>.


Something over there.


I thought the canvas would make clear what my heart could not. Drivel.


*No matter how much of your memory was surrendered to the Nightsinger, you cannot forget about her legendary Justiciars. Her most loyal servants and finest warriors.*


Thou art saucy as gruel.


So Ketheric had a daughter. Wonder what became of her?


No begging? Not even a snotty little 'please'? It's almost like you don't know who you're talking to.


How about this?


Gods! Damn! It!


Then this is goodbye. For now. Until we meet again, my love - I'll think of you every day. Now go. Live. You deserve that much.


*Navigating the storm, you reach the nexus of her mind. It is a wound, bleeding raw emotion and shattered memories. But she senses your arrival.*


<i>That was close. No doubt there'll be others.</i>


There will be time for tears. Cruel as it is, I must turn my mind to business - or more precisely, the lack of it.


A wise strategy.


This crown seems too powerful and dangerous an object for mere mortals to possess.


*The brain tenses, as though querying an unseen advisor.*


Need to hurry... Get away from these fish freaks...


You think you can just waltz in here and meddle with our livelihood?


Access is forbidden to all but his closest advisors. Even if we were among them, it would be suicidal to approach him while his power holds.


There's much I'd like to discuss with you, actually. Perhaps I could join you in your camp later?


But there is more to be done. This place is home to druids - root them out and kill them.


*Ah, Minsc. A legendary hero who made his home in Baldur's Gate. You're fortunate not to have encountered the madman and his pet hamster during your nocturnal hunts.*


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


If we take a little tribute in return, or tie strings of service to those we help, well - what of it? So long as we're working as one, it all runs quick, quiet, and clean.


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


A word, if I may.


Death becomes you.


To you, maybe. To me it's just another thing Cazador took.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


More witless creatures! More ear-bleed!


Why would you turn from Lady Shar? Why turn from the <i>inevitable?</i>


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


Snore
zzZzz


What strange surrounds are these?


Vanquish your old life to receive my wisdom.


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


Boo has phrased it much more harshly - but just as true! We will walk with you no longer!


That <i>zaith'isk</i> you mentioned intrigues me. Care to tell me a bit more?


Gang - meet the hero who rescued me and my little one from Auntie Ethel - and was then kind enough to finish the job.


Shouldn't you be in someone else's bedroll by now?


Maybe we should forget the city - live out here under the stars.


Interesting - the host is dead, but the parasite is still alive.


I think... I think this is it.


A horde must have settled nearby. More will come, and more after that.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Used to be much quieter round here... Much less profitable, mind, so it ain't all bad.


I did expect a bit more - spectacle, I suppose.


Better fetch that.<br>


I'm too fast - you're <i>it</i>!


Wait - what are you doing? Give that back! Right now!


Intactilis sum!


Only a fool would resist such power.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


A dead bird. What happened to it?


Think you can take me on?


I can't... without Connor... I...


Not the most harmonious of birdsong - it may draw more eagles to us.


Oh, something you're undoubtedly familiar with.


Can't slow down.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Locked. Best find another way in.


I had a good chinwag with him though. Interestin' bloke.


Hang on, hang on, don't distract me! I've been waiting a bloody month to talk about this book.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Right. Next time a witty fop insinuates himself into our good graces, I'll check his breath for copper first.


A well-guarded treasure. Looks <i>powerful</i>.


I find them to be far more appreciative of my services than the average mourner. And far more generous in paying for them.


You smell like crusty toe-jam - look it too. <i>Bye.</i>


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 5


We should probably look into what happened to the foundry, but maybe we'll just wait until the flames die down.


A bard started calling me that after I'd saved him from gnolls, and the name stuck!


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Let's just get on the boat, and <i>go.</i>


Ugh.


I can barely see!


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Effort v12


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


Cazador's spawn took Astarion. It is time we paid him a visit - I have never killed a vampire lord before.


Sniff<br>var 2


And then you kill that snake Kagha? I don't know whose side you're on, but stay the <i>hells </i>away from me.


What's this... feeling of <i>power</i>?


I reckon those warriors holding the bridge can be fought off... if it comes to that.


My fate unravels, and you're concerned with my tone? Fagh wo'h chox, kainyank!


A clown's arm - Dribbles', no doubt.


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


Effort v6


Wait. Did that just transform?


Acidum!


Careful, in future - you can't just stick your hand in every strange hole you come across.


Move along, little bug.


Oh aye? I was just going to let it fall off, stick it in my satchel.


Well. Turns out we have more in common than I knew. Except I'm trying <i>not </i>to blow up, and you've been instructed to do just that.


I was<i> trying </i>to help.


I'd rather not turn my back on you, if it's all the same.


The more I find, the more curious I get.


Pathetic. If you can't fight with style, at least <i>die </i>with style.


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


The snake killed that girl in front of everyone. Is this grove worth a dead child?


Blood and feathers, leading towards the Open Hand Temple...


To master an elder brain... to <i>subdue</i> it... Our enemies are formidable.


Inaccessus!


*Next you feel a sudden wave of nauseating terror: in seven days you'll be a mind flayer.*


Ugh, that stench. Body must have been here a good while.


Minthara's still locked in the cells below Moonrise. We should go back for her - she'd do the same for us. Probably.


Bully for us.


You are to be exterminated.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Stuck fast. Got to be another way to open it.<br>


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


Yes, yes - on my way.


Boo and I - we once hoped that that was true. But no longer.


Then you'll get your own cell.


Maybe. But I think the right answer is much simpler than that:


I'm sure you know the stories. Doomed to shed our skin and become illithid. They say there's no coming back.


I fear neither of us are travelling, then. The darkness here is murderous - the only safe way through is with a guide.


Although I understand if you feel differently about your 'prince'.


Voco araneae!


Astarion's a riot, isn't he? Reminds me of a noble I knew back in the Gate. Wit like a dagger, hair like my granny.


I have heard gems of this hue can be found only in the swamps of Minauros. A long way from here.


The bark's like iron. This is a waste of time.


Gods above, we took you for a goblin. Get up here.


Your <i>hrasting </i>friends are swarming all over the bridge down there.


The Prince of the Comet aches for githyanki liberation more than he abhors <i>ghaik</i>.


*The myconid knows of your transgressions. They must be punished.*


A kiln, unfinished sculptures, stone fragments. Masons worked here.


*Perhaps your form was sloppy. Or perhaps the creature simply wants to taste your blood.*


If I salvage the stones, I can reforge it.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Closed Mouth Effort v5


The book ended too soon - there was <i>plenty</i> of Dusk left to explore.


Master Halsin's past his prime. It might be time for another.


One day, when he is severed from me, Ketheric will die. I will not. And when I am freed, I will remember whose recompense to claim.


Whatever did it, I don't want to meet it.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Voco vineae!<br>v3


For now, keep focused. Raphael will come to take back his treasure.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Thank you for letting me read this. At least we can face our enemy armed with the knowledge of its true nature. And of the stakes, should we fail to defeat it. <br>


Nickels, have you seen my hammer - oh.


Call me 'slave' again, and I'll feed you your own stomach.


The crown atop the elder brain. Its markings suggest it was forged in Netheril, an ancient empire whose mastery over magic rivalled that of the gods.


And how did Telk see that, through the bottom of her drinking mug?


She whispers in my mind. She <i>sings.</i>


Ogres don't come into banks, though, so I don't need to worry.


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


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


*'Praise be to Mother Gith, Queen of the One Sky! Praise be to your son Orpheus, the True Heir, Prince of the Comet!'*


Silentium!


No time to lose.


Dammit - if that story goes to print, we're in trouble.


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


You're here - good. Come with me.


*Within the pages, you feel a feral thrashing. Living magic, driven mad by what it was used for...*


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


Mors animae!


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


We have much to discuss.


*The brain is on the cusp of its final thought. And it's taking all of Orpheus' strength to keep it there. An opportunity perhaps?*


*You can smell the sweetness of her skin - hear the beat of her pulse...*


Resisto mortem!


*Though you are outcast, Shar's dogma remains firmly entrenched in your mind. You know what this altar seeks - blood.*


My, my, what manner of place is this? A path to redemption, or a road to damnation? Hard to say, for your journey is just beginning.


If it does not crush you, I will.


I'll be following you crime-solving career with great interest, friend.


All the pain Kagha caused will heal with the season's turn, as it should be.


Cutting to the chase.


Got a beating, thanks to you. But at least I got my locket back.


You are joking, I hope?


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


This ain't right. Why are you resisting me if you're one with the Absolute?


They're eating me from the inside.


Did I give you permission to die?


As if I needed the reminder. I'll take my chances on the surface.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Snore
zzZzz
v3


And if her deception were ever to come to light, her <i>impotence</i>, her rule would be over.


We deserve this, Astarion. Can't you see? We've given him everything - our blood and tears - and he's finally going to reward us.


I'm back - and in one piece. Now, where is that djinni?<br>


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


It's the chair - it's connected to the ship. And the ship's connected to the mind flayers.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


Closed Mouth Effort v3


*Ascension - the foundation of githyanki belief. Bring Queen Vlaakith an illithid's head, and she will grant you an eternal home in the great city of Tu'narath.*


What a mess.<br>


Hahaha! Gods, you're pathetic when you lie. Come on - time to pay for you did. I hope it was worth it.


Not in the mood to talk right now. It ain't you, so leave it.


We get along quite well, I think.


Thanks, soldier. I'll use it well. Promise.


An amulet of Selûne. I think Gale might want this.


Astarion? <i>Astarion? </i>Where'd that boy run off to?


Te curo!<br>v2


Burnt to a crisp.


Ritualistic murder... Bhaal's rapture...


ClosedMouth Effort v2


I just - I didn't think...


All shall fall before nature's fury.


Of course I am! Now are you going to play with me or not?


<i>Htak'a!</i>


I did expect a bit more - spectacle, I suppose.


That ship's sailed the Styx already. All I can hope for's to limit the damage.


<i>This is pointless.</i>


Well, I should admit to you first that I'm not capable of being as extreme as some might expect... What about you?


That's what you've been waiting to hear, isn't it? That's what you want?


Don't care how pissed off it is, get that owlbear!


This grove is like a cauldron about to boil over. I say we check in on the child - make sure she comes to no harm.


*Dedicated to Rondall Peake, stonemason. Never missed a day's work due to illness, barring his last.*


Shout


But even so, I have the unfortunate suspicion your survival is still very much in jeopardy.


But that time won't come until the Prince of the Comet flies again.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


For a fellow diabolist? I can stoop lower. <i>Once</i>.


Inaccessus!


Carrion calls himself a 'spirit medium'. His morbid services are something of a fad among the nobility. From what I've heard, it's invitation only.


You could have just left us here to starve, you know. You didn't have to come and insult us. <i>Arsehole.</i>


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


I don't like these flowers. They're bad.


The blood of Selûne? Sounds like a sacrifice.


Yes, but who knows what's inside? It could be worth more than any purse she'll offer.


Burned alive...


A mad dog like Orin might be impressed. I am not.


Isobel! Are you all right?


Art thou certain?


Minthara's something of a closed book, but I suspect a heart of gold lurks beneath that stern countenance.


The shop! The shop needs all we find. Bonecloak's. Baldur's Gate.


Told Ethel... never wanted... to see them again... she... took my eyes...


Do some thinking on how you treat people, soldier. This isn't the way.


They got away? They actually made it? Oh, thank the gods. She must be with the others - she <i>must. </i>


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


That foul shapeshifter Orin is like a scavenger beast - probing us for weaknesses. Do not let her shake your resolve.


I can take what I please.


Look, after you broke my lute, I was... in a bad way.


All... for this.


Broken... fake... broken... fake...


Voco spicae!


The hand smells of greasepaint and spun sugar. It belonged to the clown, no doubt.<br>


Come. Feel for yourself.


Victory v3


Nature can be both kind - and cruel. Remember that.


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


Extra Recovered <br>V3


Only an idiot would think this was anything but fake.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


It feels like... my magic is getting drained!


Let her rot. The Absolute's allies deserve no better.


Already feeling better.


Signs of a struggle. For all the good it did them.


There's more than one?! Shit.


Aye. Serves you right, indeed.


My wife - I've got to get home. I want to be with her when it all... you know.


Things in Moonrise were... bad. Real bad. Thank you - for getting me out of there.


Wouldn't be here if I didn't, would I? And you? Keeping up your end?


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


In times of crisis, it is not wise to horde resources - everything must be put to immediate use.


Entrance is hidden behind the wardrobe. You'll find a key in one of the crates.


Recovered <br>V2


Or they were just a shameless alcoholic.


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


I can close that up fast.


You think any of those corpses are gonna do it? Well, then - guess it'll <i>have</i> to be me.


Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I should.


Marcus? If he'd managed to get himself infected without a single Harper noticing, I'd be... <i>very </i>surprised.


Lumbering half-orc. Twice as ugly as your parents combined!


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Oi, don't go soft on me after a couple of pints.


And when the goblins ally with it?


I felt it in my very marrow - our future lies with Shadowheart.


I want to say yes. But then, I was happy to work with a tainted True Soul when it suited my ends.


It is good. That is the lust for a fight that will push you to your limits. A worthy sacrifice is near.


I saw you scuttling over, <i>urop</i>. Grab a cane and whip the beasts into shape.


I'm not shaking.


Perhaps you could be of use to her. Seek her within.


Onward.


It's a nice horn - but useless now.


This'll help.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Not sure what the other mushrooms are.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Ocior!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


I've no reason to lie. He's gone - for good, some might say. But not every death is forever.


Shouldn't be too hard.


Sphaera mortis!


When we met, I was beholden to a cult dedicated to a false god that controlled me through a parasite in my brain.


To fetch her another bottle of mead, no doubt.


What happened to the man I fell for? You've changed, and not for the better.


I don't know you... perhaps I forgot you.


Frakes called out for help - prayed for his children to have meat to eat.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


Was it? A thousand apologies. You are a legend, and no accusation or aspersion can diminish you.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


A small hurdle.


A little magic never hurt.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


The bark's like iron. This is a waste of time.


No staying down on my watch.


Aye - Glitterbeard brought some giant down just now. He had eyes as dark as winter's crack, and twice as cold.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


We will be the first to see Her rise. The first to witness the future, and the first to enter it.


Enough now, Astarion. There is only one life that needs taking here, and you have it in your grasp.


As the Vampire Ascendant, I can grant my lover immortality, and bind them to me forever.


Is it me? Am I ticking?


One five six, one five seven, one five - oh! Um, sorry, can't chat! One five... shit, where was I up to?


No mere temple. This was a monastery, devoted as much to study as to worship.


Lord Gortash will make things right. The good old days will be back - at least for those who deserve them.


And he is not alone. Two armchairs hath his library now - one for him, one for his loving spouse.


*The surge of holy power is rebuked, knocking you back.*


The air's so stale. It feels more like a tomb than a temple.


It's planting animating spores. It means to raise the dead.


Rubbish! <i>Kill them!</i>


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


And what're you doin' 'ere with that stink on yer face? Elves, think they can do whatever they want.


Take Gale, for example. He strikes me as someone whose blood is rich, refined like a well-aged brandy.


Truce.


Finish your night's rest, then meet me in Ramazith's Tower. We will finish this together.


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This 'tart' is disgusting.


Come on, lads! This'll be a <i>slaughter</i>.


He is not the answer. He is not my prey.


Don't mistake blood for kinship.


That skull - something's happening to it.


Damn, you're right. The eyes see what the heart wants.


The last person you're ever going to meet. Karlach's my name. I've got a knack for killing demons and devils, and I think I found my next target.


*Glyphs shift gently before your eyes. Words slip into your mind, onto your lips, forming words you don't understand. And <i>something </i>is trying to reply.*<br>


There's little point in stalking vampires by night - but come dawn, they'll be penned up in their stronghold.


What is not glamorous about this, Astarion? It is a fine place for adventure!


My guts hurt. Hope I ain't poisoned.


Oculus tempestatis!


Hang in there, dearest.


<i>My gods! I didn't think they were real. Not </i>really<i>.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Godey will not open them for anyone, much less for you.


Ri... Rizzle...


A little shake just to see what's inside...


Where's Shadowheart? I think she'll want a word.


Gale - no!


The artefact you possess contains someone important - someone my queen demands to be slain.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Attention, Fists! Listen up.


At your service!


Sorry, but I'm spoken for.


True. But isn't that why it's important to try it? To expand your horizons?


Hey - what's that? Did he slip something into my pocket?


Now, thanks to the Prism, the Absolute does not cloud my thoughts at all. I see that together, we can have our vengeance on those who infected us.


Here we go again.


Ah. That's better.


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


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Ah - I've already taken of you today; I'm afraid I can only use the first sample of the day. Nevertheless, if there's anything of mine that would be of use to you, do say so.


We will, son. Don't worry about it.


<i>My original body was destroyed when I transformed. </i>


I don't remember bloody asking you.


Oh, it's going to be like that? I love strong ones.


A key - for what?


Attack<br>var 2


<i>Ugh</i>.


Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite.


Resisto venenum!<br>v2


Today, thou art born anew.


None can escape me!


Choppity chop-chop!


That was close - this entire place would've been destroyed.


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


I've been in more unsettling places than this, but not many.


Now that's a lock that screams 'pick me'.


Nothing. It's not really the time for an ogre rampage, anyhow.


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


That could mean any number of things.


Skarjall still at it, then?


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


Should steel myself first.


You listening?


Phil... it can't be...


Go on, do your gloating. You earned it.


But what about Astarion? Losing you could nudge him to a dark path. Are you truly willing to sacrifice what you have with him, for me...?


Honey muffin, sweetie pie - Astarion, do you see all your lovers as food?


Right, I'll mop up here. You get across the Ebonlake - find Sergeant Thrinn. She'll reward you.


But he slunk back into his father's shadow instead. There is nothing more to say of him.


*You've just been robbed. Again.*


Nothing a smack or three of the rod won't fix.


This... <i>Astral</i> tadpole looks a mite overripe, says Boo. By the measure of aeons.


Damnit - he got away! Now it's only a matter of time before another body turns up.


Ludus non factum est!


Unlikely.


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


I have to hurry.


No use digging here.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


I cannot leave her out here alone.


<i>(Of course.)</i>


You seem a nice sort, so I'll assume the insult was accidental.


Where to next...


Make sure your standards do not slip - we have a reputation to maintain.


Another day, another fight.


A good opportunity.


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


Nah, let's see what Portyr has to say - she <i>claimed </i>she'd look into it.


Dead - by our own kin's hand.


I admit, I'm surprised a True Soul does not know this. Where are you headed, exactly?


And thus, Bhaal's bloody favour passes to another. Congratulations.


If she points a blade at one of us again, don't hesitate to strike. We can afford no more unrest among us, not if we're to survive long enough to rid ourselves of these worms.


Could mean anything.


I'm not a child. I'm EVIL. I'm an evil monster!


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


Every time I heard the Tieflings cry, I remembered how you sounded crying for me.


What was that look? You know something. Do you <i>have</i> it?


The printing block has never been so hot!


A line with a fork and one - two - three dots?


No time for mercy.


Now? Really?


Some harbourfront property might be for sale cheap after that big burp in the bay.


Speak, Benjamin! Are they safe?


Don't get comfortable.


Dig your graves, evil! Minsc and Boo come to tuck you in.


There's life in you yet.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Well. After you.


This is a bad idea.


But -


A mouse couldn't squeeze through those vines.


Your corpses will look magnificent hanging from the parapets.


Consider my blade yours, 'til death makes me lay it down.


You've spilled blood in our camp before. This will be the last time.


*The prisoner smiles through the pain, then spits in your direction.*


<i>Straj! </i>I... may vomit.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


I'm sorry, I must go now. I'm so sorry.


Didn't think you'd get your coin based on spinning some tale, did you?


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


To think, it was we who brought you to Our Majesty's blessing.


Impero te!<br>v3


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


As you wish.


I thought you would prove interesting... I guess I was mistaken.


Claw marks and magic wounds... the work of Halsin maybe? He must've left for the grove.


Grand Duke? I look the part of a fiend. A half-devil possesses my very soul.


I didn't ask you.


He wants what we want - Orin dead, and the elder brain subjugated. An alliance would serve us well.


*You approach the printer, noting its ink splots and intricate cogs. Before you can get closer, however, it begins to speak.*


So, we have a shapechanger at our camp? Good luck finding her.


I thought I saw both you and Orin drowned in blood, taken by Bhaal... yet you live, and she does not.


Do you dread the parasite growing inside you? You should do...


<i>City Watch - into position!</i>


Nice - the mask lets me blend right in.


It's over... It's all over...


Ex Textura!<br>v2


Platform's covered in rust - must be older than bonedust.


I promised you a drink the next time we met. This inn isn't what I had in mind.


Looks like Orin took her time with this one. So many agonies inflicted on one body. It's almost personal.


*Sigh.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


You don't know what you're saying. You're asking me to trust a devil.


Whatever it was, I thoroughly enjoyed it.


Another special visitor. You've been touched by the Absolute, haven't you?


Do you plan to duel me with such weakling words? I promise, mine are sharper.


I can see in your eyes - you want to warn me of killers again. No! The only murder I want to hear of is <i>rat murder</i>. Begone!


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(MediumSpeed)


Voco nubes!


Your will is strong, ra'stil. Your name will be etched in our slates. You will be called Mla'ghir - liberator.


We will talk again soon, my sweet. Once I've had some time to gather myself.


The right moment...


Effort v12


Good does not wait for evil to button up its britches - when it offers buttocks for the smacking, Minsc and Boo greet cheek with hand!


Video veritatem!<br>v2


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


For the fallen!


Boney, at your service. That there is my darling wife Stoney. Is she not magnificent?


Gortash plans to tighten his grip on the city. It may not be too late to stop the ceremony.


Zariel wouldn't like that much. But even <i>I'm </i>not so desperate to spite her I'd put the Hells in this bastard's hands.


Attack<br>var 4


*He may have no reason to thank you, yet. Now that the Netherbrain is defeated, the moment is yours.*


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


Resurg


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


The mark of Malar on you!


We... we trained together. We used to be close.


Forgive me for presuming, but I think you'll fit right in.


Let's get this over with.


Only those that have faith are welcome here. Clear off before I cut you.


Damn thing is jammed shut. Won't turn like this.<br>


... all you'd best take is this warning, yeah? Step lightly around here - you're outnumbered.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


All foes shall wilt before us.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


But thanks to you, a monster that will never rear its head again. You have our thanks.


If we must. Oh, but imagine what tales these bones might tell if they could.


Do the honourable thing - make the sacrifice. Now.


Another will embrace what you have rejected.


Ververo!


Boss... Baldur's Gate... the Guild...


Minsc and Boo wish you well, my friend - but think this is perhaps the way into Mystra's bad books, not back into her heart.


I'm ever so saddened to hear of the trifling little bit of - pardon me - idiocy - that has been imposed upon your poor brain.


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


The last I sent did not return. Dead at the hands of those they seek, no doubt.


Am I alive? I'm <i>alive! </i>Ha ha ha ha ha! But oh, oh, oh, for how long?


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


*The Blood of Lathander. Spilled in holy battle with Sammaster. Immortalised here for all to worship.*


That doesn't look good.


Gods above - what happened?


What a view.<br>


Someone with orders from our commander to destroy this egg.


How embarrassing for you.


Caeco te!


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Gruesome-sounding wretch - not something I envy of you.


Nauseating spectacle aside, I hope we made the right choice.


Seeing a... customer... called himself... Dolor...


Perhaps, but some things are classics for a reason.


Hm. Wonder if that's of any use.


Voco araneae!


<i>Hmm.</i> Saer Pox.


Can't we leave them there?


You can toss that poison. We won't be needing it.


I want to touch you as deeply as you can be touched. I want you to be mine - completely.


I hate this place. Can't even soap my forearms in peace...


Sounds like you're planning to make quite the impression. Only to be expected, given your feats in the shadow-cursed lands.


The futures unfolding for us would be infinite - impossible for me to describe. But possible for me to show you.


Dame Aylin is going to want to kick this guy's arse herself. Believe me.


If you can't find your brain, perhaps it's in your inventory?


Especially when one's face can be unmade so easily.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


*And just as suddenly, pain and memory are gone - leaving only stone once more.*


Welcome! It is so good to see a new face.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Ugh. I feel more tired now than I did before I turned in last night.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Ah - a Continual Flame. There's no dousing fire like this.


Ira et dolor!


Sir. <i>Sir.</i> We can't let you in.


Darling, we are not fooling anyone. Unless you <i>pay </i>for me to make a fool of you.


The one who will save Baldur's Gate from ruin.


<b>This room will be thy resting place. </b>


It's the furthest thing from my mind. Besides, Shadowheart - not all fiends are cut from the same scorched cloth.<br>


Well, it's about time. I told Lucretious <i>forever </i>ago that we needed some more razz-ma-tazz on the big stage, you know? Glad she listened.


Got to keep moving.<br>


Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!


Macte virtute!<br>v3


What, you got it open, just like that...?


I made my promise. I will not fail Gith's son on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


The army of the Absolute is gone, marching west. Sooner or later the very walls of Baldur's Gate will tremble.


So, the great dragon's naught but bones? Some help that'll be.


The Adamantine Forge - the wizard Dhourn was set on finding it.


I'm insulted you'd even suggest that.


Take me to it. I will disable the Steel Watch - and end this perversion of Gondian ideals.


Really? That's...


Karlach never ceases to amaze me.


No doubt it will be - abominably so. As is just about everything we do. But I know we're up to the task. Are you still with me?


*Tiefling faces flicker into view as she attempts to learn the grove's location.*


I will say no more. It is not my tale to tell.


You can't help us. Please leave me alone - I'm trying to listen.


So, you're Basket's master now? Fine. I like gutting. Killing. Tearing. Smearing. And dancing on dead kiddies.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


Exactly!


The <i>zaith'isk</i> does not purify - it extracts memory and kills the infected. Nor does the lich queen glorify the ascended. She feeds on most all of them to grow her power and pursue godhood.


The doll! Grabbing it will likely do nothing - I have to negate its magic.


I don't know, maybe Greg has some ideas about how we can help Gronch get inside the walls. I can't think straight anymore.


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


You've come this far. You've stripped your enemy of his advantage. Why would you show mercy now?


I have a project to complete - and <i>you </i>are far too unique a specimen to risk.


<i>Marushk... jaahl...</i>


So our vamp isn't so heartless after all.


That sign above. This must be a brewery - or distillery.


So long as there's a cheering crowd. As for vampire dens, I'd brace your nose. They can be very... organic.


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


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


Plenty, if the finer things don't appeal.


Ready.


BUT... GOLD. GOLD. YOU... MUST PAY...


From this angle, there's nothing you can't endure.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


And if you are... well, I doubt you've got anythin' useful to say.


You hear about Lord Gortash? It's all over the broadsheets.


Willing and able.


That was amazing.


Aren't you - I <i>knew </i>there was a story here, and there you are, the hero of the hour, walking right up to me.


*It's forbidden to interfere with someone else's trap. The alarm is being raised.*


Now, let's hear that scream of yours one last time.


But I'm sure you'll find your way. And we'll always have the memories of what we did together.


Farewell. I don't expect we'll meet again - at least not in this life.


I can mend your flesh.


*Your protestations have only confirmed your guilt. You're about to be arrested.*


No, and it isn't Sucker or Patsy, either. Whatever your con is, try it on someone else.


If he holds all the stones, he holds all the power. We must keep our portion if this alliance is to endure.


I guess you need this.


Door's blocked from the other side.


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


There. That is the ship that was to come downriver from Moonrise, wherever that is.


Gods, you're exhausting. Fine, then.


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


Hells - not this again.


Either I'm getting dumber or those rats sound a lot smarter than before.


Who are you?


Seen anything that takes your fancy?


Ah, Yenna. Poor child deserved better.


Non movere!<br>v3


*There is no way to prevent bloodshed. You must choose.*


Sleep well. I'll try to do the same.


YES! You've got a fire and everything. I can cook really good! Whatever you want! Thankyouthankyou.


Menzoberranzan, City of Spiders. Of course Raphael has dealings in the depths of the Underdark.


How can you not know? It's the master's ascension!


A mind flayer? Not the saviour I'd been hoping for.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


That goddess of magic was reborn as Mystra. She ruled on, while Netherese magic was reduced to mere fragments of what Karsus once wielded - artefacts, the most powerful of whcih appears to be his Crown.<br>


Please! There's no time!


A map of where the Shifters have been. And Father Lorgan's name. The killer must've been in this room.


The devil's stench lingers, my son. But you are yet a champion of the people. I had hoped you'd join me on the Council, but - you are your own man. I couldn't be prouder.


You did well. I hope you're not trying to surpass me in Lady Shar's graces.


That ship was at the docks at Moonrise. I could not be mistaken. <br>


Why can't you fetch, puppy? Death is no excuse!


All I can say for sure is they all went to the old temple of Selûne and Master Halsin didn't make it back.


'Go home, Barcus', he says. Pah!


But let it not be said that Auntie Ethel doesn't honour her debts.


To think, long ago, the druids feared this market town would grow into a city, and threaten nature's realm... little did we realise what the true threat was.


Curious news: 'Strange Disturbance Spotted in Grey Harbour'! Speculations galore!


I'm hardly surprised. That thing looks powerful.


<i>If there is one thing you can be certain of, it is that the devil will come to collect.</i>


Hurt Critical


Ugh! A ruffian has breached the manor. I shall have the girl at the door beaten. Her hair <i>pulled.</i>


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


I was. Part of my spirit was shorn away from me here, and never left.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


Te adstringo linguam!


Don't falter now. Blades high, arrows nocked!


Unh. You <i>wound</i> me, creature. I can hardly resist you.


'Unleash'.


Hail the Blade of Frontiers!


Do not fret, little banker. Minsc has no need of your services. Boo holds all our valuables in his little cheeks.


But what about the next battle, and the next? How mighty will the stalwart Blade be, without warlock powers to help him?


Te curo!<br>v3


Wish I was back with my tribe.


Maybe we should turn back. The Emperor warned us going beyond the gate would be a little... deathy.


Research on the nature of the shadow curse. Good to know.<br>


As do you, I think.


Para bellum!


Some time alone beneath the stars, and I'll be back to my old self. Promise.


Recovered <br>V3


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


But they were already imbued with Netherese magic - so where did that magic come from?


If I knew praying could be useful, I would've started years ago.


That's brilliant, Kadugan! You've got <i>my</i> vote!


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


I won't let you down.


We ought to follow Aylin. If not to aid her, then at the very least to watch.


It's transformed! A clever little trick.


There are, after all, other spreads before me. Gale looks particularly tempting tonight.


I am a benefactress. And I have an eye for a good cause. Wyll needed help, so I indulged him.


Looks like that elf lost someone dear to him.


Look over there. Do you see that wretched little hive?


It's something of great importance to your master. But is it a love letter, a warning, or a deed of ownership? I can give you all the gory details.


Voco arvina!<br>v2


Boo's stomach already bloats from the lies we have been fed. There will be no second serving!


The goblin Sazza spoke of the Absolute too. Strange.


Eiecto te!<br>v3


Keep it quick.


Now cut out. This here's a private function.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


I needn't have woken you at all. I could've just buried this dagger in your throat.<br>


Still, refusing your own queen's orders... <i>That</i> was bold.


Son of a bastard's whore. You had a small fortune in your grasp, and you let it go?!


You bear his blood well, child. Your offering pleases Father.


The blood of Selûne? I was expecting we'd find this Nightsong relic, not some sacrifice.


<i>I did, didn't I?</i>


You there! A friendly face. You haven't the looks of one of these cultists about you, no sir!


The truth, Lae'zel, before you stretch my mercies thin.


I suppose I do. Though I'm not counting on one of <i>you </i>to help one of <i>me</i>.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


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


What does it matter? There's only six of them. And they are vampire spawn.


Victory v4


Yes. You're curious - your eyes are lit like raging stars. You want what only I can give you.


I need hard evidence and a motive. Why would someone else kill Lorgan? How can we be sure it wasn't Brilgor?


Ha! Mine apologies once more.


That's what was in there? Those little privy rags were tormenting it.


Hoho, you <i>almost </i>have some scars to match Minsc's own! Come back when an archer has feathered your rump.


Time to fill some graves.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Curious by nature, are you? Ever wondered what it's like to have your skin peeled off?


I hope we chose the right ally.


I will wrap you, and bind you, and bite you, and eat you.


Torre!


Disabled - and all at once, too. Trash for the heap, always were.


I am. I've been thinking.


I tolerated Orin, but I <i>liked</i> you.


Good gods, that's disgusting.


A tiefling corpse - odds are that's sweet Arabella's father.


*Confusion. Alarm. Then the presence withdraws - leaving a dull black mirror once more.*


Not if the poison made the skin leak blood and the eyes weep pus. Be creative.


So many infernal items... Looks like a genuine diabolist's collection.


What th-


As if Stelmane's death wasn't horrid enough.


Fear? An 'unambitious emotion', you once told me. Have you changed after all?


Orpheus will fall. And I will have my just rewards.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


What a view.<br>


I need you.


What're you thinking about?


How about you? Any thoughts on what's next?


Argh, that's hot!


Yes, we should press forward. But let's not presume the past always remains buried.


I must keep focus. A crèche may take any guise - even that of a derelict temple.


When can I move on to a real sword?


I won't let you down.


I was... swimming... I was... attacked...


Zevlor... betrayed... ran... shelter...


This city troubles me... but I am here for you. I want to be by your side, and see this through.


You didn't hire us to piss about with spellcasters - that'll definitely cost you double.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


Blood everywhere. This camp was ambushed.


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Ah, the cipher. I can use it to bring un-muddle this mess. Yes, I see shape, I see structure. I see - a story.


Et alibi!<br>v3


Oi! That stays closed - the spiders ain't exactly tame.


Voss is waiting. He should know what happened with Raphael.


Thrinn. Carve out his heart and serve it to the rothé.


Feel my hamster's healing touch!


I bid you good fortune with the lady of the house.


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


Recovered <br>V4


You refuse me?


Reconsider. Aid me, and you can count on my support against the Absolute. Reject me, and your journey ends here.


Pain is proof that we live! Revel in it.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


Effort v11


Answering to Orin the Red, then. Go on.


No matter - the deal is done, and the sacrifice was made.


Coulda been <i>us </i>they caught.


I played along until I could get the fuck out of there, but devils don't like to lose their assets.


*This time, the symbols easily resolve into coherent words and sentences. The story of Orpheus further unfolds.*


*Here rests Violet Goldhammer, beloved singer. May her voice live on in our memories.*


And the new god did as promised. The man's brilliant, beautiful daughter came back. She was whole - she was alive. But she despised the pitiful wretch her father had become.


<i>All right, Dame Aylin! Time to tear these rats a new one.</i>


Ah!


He's boring. Let's find another one.


Ubi es?


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


Caeco te!<br>v2


I don't want to think about that. I just want to enjoy whatever comes my way.


Yes, good. All he wants is your obedience.


Go ahead - assimilate the Prince of the Comet. Mother Gith, may your spirit hear me:


Although thou dost not seem to be in need of my services.


*Your admission is commendable, but there's no walking away from this. You must be stopped.*


When you've loved a goddess - as I have - people often think you less experienced in the ways of romance.


Attack Critical<br>var3


But it isn't a sacrifice. Not to me. I... I'm dying. This thing in my chest is burning me through.


Be ready. Whoever - or whatever - did this could be close.


You again. I hope you left your violent impulses back in the Underdark. They have no place in the Society of Brilliance.


Gonna 'ave to be a bit more specific though, mate - Absolute's got a few favourites around here.


I had no dreams at all. Nothing but darkness. And when I awoke, my father said you were dead.


A powerful ally. Well-chosen, Shadowheart.


Should've known Ethel's wand had a twist.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


It vexes me to know of you.


This might sting. Whatever.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


Hurt Critical<br>var3


You cut quite a fine figure. I can just imagine leading you with an entire ballroom watching.


Chest's unlocked. My prayers are answered.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Many things delight the heart, but only one makes it sing. Tell me, what does he desire more than anything?


It seems that someone else took the responsibility that you could not. There is at least some honour amongst your ranks.


*Lae'zel's touch is unusually gentle. Her fingers lightly graze your bruises and wipe away your sweat.*


Heh. I was gonna bite ya, but you're a quick one, huh? Good.


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


What's inside?


Falling<br>Var 3


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


I'm going to be as dead as Gortash any day now. Any <i>moment</i>. And what then?


Well, if it isn't the hag-killer. If you're here to see how I am - <i>don't</i>. My crew has been acting like I'm bloody made from porcelain.


You should search that corpse.


Resisto ignem!


How deliciously strange it would be for a daughter of Ketheric to be a virtuous servant of light.


Quiet, Barcus. The adults are talking.


<i>Chk</i>. Enough viscera to rival a githyanki sparring circle.


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


Still, we best make not <i>too</i> much noise.


Rest well. We'll need our strength.


I suppose standing up to an entire army wasn't my most cunning move.


Please. Don't make me do this.


Excellent. It's risk-free, I promise. Something I picked up from one of Zariel's clerics.


Take care, mate. And scram, will you?


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Let's see what we have here.<br>


I'd hoped she would die by the Chosen's hand. But there is no Chosen in this cruel world, and soon I shall be all that remains of his line.


We must be cautious. There are enough bones here for him to raise an army.


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Yes?


To start? Lure it into the sun, drive a stake through its heart. Why?


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


I always thought wizards were curious beings. Your attitude is rather dull.


I'll be a big ol' - big ol' boy.


Torm's truth. You really are her creature, aren't you?


*She joins with your thoughts excitedly, unprepared for what she will find there.*


It vexes me to know of you.


I may speak only to my lord. Terribly sorry.


This is gonna be a rush.


It's a creepy doll that pops up to scare the skin off of us - of <i>course</i> it's a hag. Who else would be that deranged?


A usurper falls, another rot cleansed.


Intolerable.<br>


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Ah, Yenna. Poor child deserved better.


Out with it.


An awful death. Gods dammit!


Better to feast in the Hells than go begging in the Heavens.


You broke Dame Aylin's shackles once before. Do not help this one to forge new ones for her.


*You are wide awake, and Raphael truly is defeated.*


These cultists seek a weapon. Could they mean the artefact that we carry?


You dare? YOU DARE?!


I smell their blood on you still. I smell your sweat.


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


A passage. Into the dark, then.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


You know I can stab you in your sleep, right?


Shit. To the Hells with you, Orin.


But Lady Maryina was kind to him - to us!


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


For Lady Shar!


It is said the children of Bhaal are claimed throughout their sleep, ever-disturbed by visions of a life of bloodshed and terror.


*You lean into him, losing yourself. You can feel your blood racing, coursing through both your bodies. A gentle, numb feeling starts to spread.*


Sorry, brother. This is the best we can do.


I see you. I see the bond between you. So tender. So fragile. But do you see it for yourselves?


Bunch of the others were rounded up in the main hall a while ago. They ain't come back...


Why'd ya do that? I wouldn't <i>touch </i>feet, let alone - urgh.


Bit of caution never hurt.


There - you have the truth, for all it's worth. Let's continue.


Hm. All right.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


But - I won't make it that long on my own.


Friends only. Lady Mayrina is too pretty and kind for the likes of Kled.


We've found it. The Absolute is behind this door.


And now that you know the truth, what will you do?


But do not be long. Our chances grow thinner with each moment that passes.


Thank you, saer! At least some people in this world know kindness.


I don't think I've ever seen Harpers move so fast. What in the hells is going down at Moonrise?


Horror of horrors.


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


An order the death gods' Chosen are on the cusp of giving.


These webs are everywhere.<br>


This'll help.


She'd be proud to see me keeping such fine company - the saviour of those poor tieflings, no less. And I've given her precious little to be proud of recently.


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


A lesser man might sever that well-coiffed head from your neck.


Hey, a shrine.<br>


He's gone. A tragic loss - once slayed by his friend's hand, now by mine.


I wonder what Lady Shar sees in you...


Some of us are dead and doing very well, thank you.


I guess I'm not the only one bound by something beyond my control.


Ab uno disce omnes!


Hm. Must be unlocked from elsewhere.


<i>Please, before they return. They return.</i>


Still, we best make not <i>too</i> much noise.


<i>Everyone </i>owes you, in truth. I'll see that all of Lady Shar's children know of their tentacled champion.<br>


That's the spirit! Now show me the coin.


You're a curious little bug.


Hands off! This one's <i>ours</i>.


And bring the Hammer. I hope you didn't drop it, I hope you didn't lose it.


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


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


A Harper's gaze can only be turned by proof. By the looks of it, a tall tale is all you have to offer.


Another human rat infesting Faerûn.


See how it crawls towards us. Not a dream now. No, no. It is blood and bone. Carrying the tyrant's rock.


May the gods take you first.


I don't think you can afford to be picky - no matter how distasteful your god finds mine.


How could I help it? I don't regret its death. But I marvel that such a work of art could ever live.


It's your gold I love, hog-wife. But all the riches in Faerûn wouldn't be enough to make a life with you worth living.


A prayer sheet. What's this symbol on it?


How do you feel?


Around you? Tall order. But if you've got an idea, I'm all ears.


CoughIll
var 4


She cast the moon shield around the inn. It's the only reason we're still alive.


Please, it's no challenge. Just a friendly little murder between chums.


Shadow Druids? There's more to Kagha than meets the eye.


<i>Don't leave us, please don't. Please don't leave us.</i>


Until the cleric is at my side, you are nothing. And you will be nothing until the Absolute cures you of the sin of your own mind.


Kiai<br>var 2


SmileClosed<br>var 2


We're a long way from Waterdeep.


I'd also like you to bathe sometime this tenday.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


That will not work.


<i>Even when my time in the Prism stretched out like eternity - when escape seemed impossible - I never lost hope.</i>


Wolf Rune... Rath...


The flame's gone out. The shadows have deepened.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


A stunning work. It would hold its own against the great githyanki frescos.


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


Ketheric's army of Dark Justiciars, nothing but bones.


No time for a lie-down.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


Weapons ready.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


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


The painting he offers is worth far more - one day, it may be priceless. He will go on to great things, thanks to you.


Oh, I love a cheater.


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


Weak


Burned from the inside out. Must've been our warlock friend.


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


That is <i>vile</i>. My tongue may never be the same!


Dissera!


You would accuse me, Akabi: Destroyer of Planes - of <i>cheating</i>?


True Soul wanted to, erm, practice. You can scram.


*A longing for small spaces, stone walls hugging close. Confining. <i>Comforting.*</i>


Know how to ask, and they'll share that knowledge. <i>If </i>you're fool enough to pay their price.


Really? A man can't even work in peace now without being threatened, is it?


Still breathing, despite everything.


There are sixteen different ways I could really hurt you right now.


Let me assure you - the Karsite Weave has no more inherent evil to it than a - a child in the womb, or an axe half-forged on the blacksmith's anvil.


It seems likely. Which means he isn't working alone.


Darkness shall consume you, corpse-thief!


Dying Freezing to Death


And you're unclean. Why?


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Jaheira's Harpers cannot be trusted. She must be informed.


Damn the druids, and to the hells with goblins!


You can absorb its potential. Open your mind to it - you already know how.


<i>Shit-for-brains</i>. All that adamantine within reach - and you done screwed me over!


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


That thing - a monster hiding in plain sight.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Clever. Food is dispensed for anyone wearing this collar.


*A giggle almost erupts from your throat. This moment strikes you as <i>terribly</i> funny.*


When she was killed, the man... he tried to remain whole, but it wasn't possible. Do you understand?


This artefact must've been precious to the monks.


*Worse still, you are falling for her. Maybe the Dark Lady wish for your heart to be hers alone.*


An essential incantation.


Nothing like a little panic to sell papers. I know I've bought enough of them in my time.


Cute. 'Til it grows up and gnaws your arm off, at least.


She deserved better than that.


This place seems ancient. It must predate everything on the surface. I wonder what it was like in its heyday.


It's a shame Gortash's interview didn't touch on how the Watchers <i>talk</i>.


Voco potentia!


I mean, I'm sure you think that. But you ain't seen what I seen.


Wait - the book! This is all because of the book!


This body... a sacrifice, or some kind of display?


Mors incerta, vita certissima!


Not a trick, my friend. Magic!


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


You won't be hurting for long.


Here, you ain't gonna do anything drastic, are yeh? We've been nothing but loyal!


Corpora sana!<br>v3


I won't lie, the thought hardly fills me with glee. Even with my new-found advantages, he's still an incredibly powerful vampire.


It's Alfira from the grove!


I wonder if they have feelings somewhere in there... Well, <i>had</i>.


On my way.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


Harpers, attack! Kill the cultists - and get that lantern!


Attack Critical<br>var2


<i>Let's do it.</i>


What's inside?


Did... I... ever... tell... you... about... that... time... I tried... to be... a chef?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Auntie Ethel, please. One more bite and this pie is gonna come back up to say hello.


You've had the weapon this entire time. You're no True Soul. You're a <i>traitor</i>!


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.


I don't get it. Ain't I supposed to be wounded?


You are welcome to enter, <i>quietly</i>. We are a house in mourning.


Te curo!<br>v2


Another day, another drink.


Deure!


-interruption--      --anomaly---
             --found----      -focused--
                         -END--      -NOW-


I suppose this stuffed beast is some kind of trophy. Well - I'm not impressed.


Very well, I'll join you, and when Ketheric falls, I'll be there - for us, for them, and for the ones we love back home.


Armour. Blades. The Rivington General.


Speaking of which, I assume you came with some other subject on your mind?


That should be everything. Let's see what this thing can do.


Only... Mayrina's been hexed by the very hag who now hunts us.


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


It won't budge. Need to look elsewhere.


<i>From blood we came... To blood we shall return! </i>


Nothing. Must be reading it wrong!


Effort v8


Handy.<br>


It is his command. None shall enter. None shall disturb him. Those that try will be destroyed.


The doll! Grabbing it will likely do nothing - I have to negate its magic.


Bhaal tried to extinguish thee, but his wrath is imprecise. He only succeeded in killing the part of thee he knew.


So, what? You're saying there could really be a dragon down there?


Recovered <br>V3


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


First he wants to fetch, now he doesn't want to fetch. Make up your mind, dog.


Tadpoles. It cannot bode well if these are being smuggled into the city...


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


*But here, in this very moment lies your chance to heed Mystra's call. This must be it: the end of the Absolute.*


Aaahhhh!


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


I need you battle-ready, my friend.


Caedo!


You will find a better solution to this whole 'Absolute' business, won't you? I'm always bragging about your ingenuity and I'd hate to be thought a liar.


Correct.


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


Have you lost your senses, Kagha? Release her!


Never a dull moment.


Whoa. That isn't good.


We'll prove him wrong.


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


I'm just worried about myself - I don't see <i>anything </i>wrong with that.


A nasty surprise... Caution is warranted here.


That's either profoundly poetic or childishly simple. I'm going with poetic.


Showing up here out of the blue, you've got good timing.


<i>Come quickly - I can't do this without you!</i>


I'm sure there are. You strike me as extremely... resourceful.


Good riddance.


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


Such an action could turn the Emperor from ally to foe...


Look there - I bet we could put curios like that to good use.<br>


No. I will cut the hand from your heretical corpse and bring it before the Tribunal. I will <i>ascend</i>.


These weren't no normal goblins. And Liam weren't no <i>friend</i>, all right?


You can do it.


With the goblins dead, we might <i>actually </i>make it to Baldur's Gate...<br>


Your presence has stirred me, as it ever did. I am awakened.


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


You know, I had a dream just like this once.


Ugh. That potion... did not go down well.


I suppose if we're to continue together, I may as well tell you. I serve Shar. My home is a secret cloister in Baldur's Gate.


Halsin? Halsin!<br>


Effort v2


Balduran and his winged ally admiring the fruits of their labour - the city itself.


These webs are everywhere.<br>


This does not belong to me.


An infernal circle, used for the casting of the Hells' most diabolical magic.


Nothing like a little camp drama to spice up the evening.


I want to leave this stupid, creepy place.


<i>The mechanism to open it is somewhere among the wine racks.</i>


Ouff! Oh you wretched little-


The strong had two centuries to pluck me from torture, but no one came. No, it was the mind flayers that rescued me.


Have no fear, my heart.


I am not cold when I spill the blood of our enemies, or when I dream of conquest.


...Lae'zel.


She's right, Minsc. She's been an ally down through the years. A friend, even.


A little more caution in future won't kill us. Quite the opposite, actually.


What can I do you for?


Do you actually do anything besides meditate, counsel, fight, train, and make love?


That pointy-hatted old fart talks too much. But he has also moved mountains, walked between planes, and dragged himself back from death a dozen times.


Me? I lighten their load.


Yeah yeah, don't rub it in.


Karlach... is there really no other way? Now that you've reached the end of the line, do you still refuse to return to Avernus? To <i>live?</i>


A brilliant notion, and a boon to my aching belly. We have a deal, my tasty kibble!


<i>Bibberbang. </i>That stupid old fool. He should know better.


*Gold may have made your problem go away this time, but you won't be so lucky next time.*


Time is finite. As is my <i>patience</i>. Go.


*Indistinct humming.*


Halsin! Hang on! Please!<br>


Thou roach-mocked jester.


*You are undone and reformed - a devil in both form and spirit. For one depraved night, you feast on the sins of the body, the mind, and the soul.*


On my way.


Hmm. You might find some use for that thing if it's melted down for arrowheads, but that's all.


...bah! You try to dampen Boo's eyes. Do not think you will be spared his teeth! Evil is evil, even if it once was... <i>innocent. </i>


Hail Lord Gortash! Hail the Steel Watch!


I trust you've come to your senses?


Half the silkroot-chewers in the Gate have claimed to be a Bhaalspawn at one point. The Fist don't listen to ghost stories.


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


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


We've fallen on hard times is all, what with everyone scared 'cause of the Absolute.


If we remain in the Shadowfell too long, we will lose ourselves and become hollow.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


*You see a clawed hand open a holding pod. The murk clears to reveal a face. <i>Yours.</i>*


No <i>coin? </i>Mightily imprudent of you.


Let's go. Everyone's so slow.


--submit-
     -YIELD---
         --surrender--


Have fun... and don't be a stranger.


No time to lose.


*Flock to me, all who are burdened, and I will give you hope, for my house is yours, and the door is always open.*


The deeper we dig, the closer we get.


Good show.


*You feel a joy so sudden, so intense, that you nearly collapse from the force of it.*


I could, but she wouldn't thank either of us for that. Trust me.


In the presence of company, it is rude not to announce yourself, dear visitor. I neither know nor care how you got in here - but you shall not leave.


Be free.


You're right. We have probably wasted enough words on this matter.


Strike him down. <i>Prove your faith.</i>


Something's missing. I'll need a mould to get this thing running.


My sword will be ready. <i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai!</i>


You feel it, don't you? Primal hunger, irrepressible decadence. Forget the heavens - <i>this</i> is paradise.


Huh. Dinner?


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Thou roach-mocked jester.


You did me a real favour clearing all those ghouls out of Moonrise.


I'll perish...!


Exactly. Anything you'd like to know about your enigmatic new paramour?


A red dragon! Gods, it must have followed us from Avernus!


Empty.


I'd say I've learned to interpret it with a degree of flexibility.


Let's get this over with.


*The corpse says nothing. Perhaps if she knew, she wouldn't be dead.*


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


Cry about it.


Someone forgot to oil their equipment. Everything here is rusted to the Hells and back.


The Watch, the Council, even the Parliament of Peers - they're the clean face they want the world to see.


A gaudy display. Let's just hope it actually protects us.


None shall see me.


*Together, you have the power to thwart the Dead Three. If you follow this path to its end, the elder brain will not answer to the Chosen. It will answer to you.*


*That wasn't the right note. You'll have to start anew.*


Blood... I don't like where this is going.


How about yours?


Sounds boring.


I - I was gonna raise my big brother from the dead.


*Every one of your instincts screams against the saccharine thought. You feel close to fainting again...*


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


Gain their trust now, and prime their souls for the reaping. I know the tricks.


Wh - oh. What do you - what are you doing in here?


*The eagle eyes you warily, but doesn't attack.*


Huh. How sickly sweet.


Yeah, all right, it wasn't.


<i>Sad-is-tick</i>? Wot's a tick got to be sad about?


Our children have been twice taken from us: first by the vampire spawn and now by you. But they will be avenged.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Hurt Critical


And you're the judge, jury, and executioner, is that it? Yeah right. Say goodbye, kid.


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


In nocte consilium!


All for the taking.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


*The drow is silent.*


I simply <i>must</i> have it. How much...?


I've got you.


Attack


I... could you have a look?


Not my fault. I've got an <i>overactive imagination</i>.


<i>That's</i> what was in there? Those little shits.


*It seems thievery is not permitted here. Unfortunately for you, killing thieves is positively encouraged.*


Effort v11


Ow! We'll just consider that an accident then, shall we?


It's time to go home!


Teeth. Claws. Bigger!


Urgh. 'Nice to meet you'? Dickhead.


Bollocks. These days we'd sooner throw our backs than a proper punch.


WHEN I AM FREE, I WILL DESTROY YOU! I WILL MURDER YOU, AND YOUR CHILDREN, AND THEIR CHILDREN BESIDE!


Oof. Watch yourself!


Let's head back. If we must.


Hardly a luxurious setting, but it definitely has its upsides for a vampire.


And that's what makes you essential.


I don't suppose you really have much use for gold, do you, Astarion?


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


These cultists seem oblivious to their infection - they think they've been talking to a god.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Remember you said that, when you fail. You won't smile so easily when I peel the face off your skull.


Enough campfires for an army - the Absolute's army. That's close enough, I think.


Now we are both in danger.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


<i>No, there is not.</i>


So you believe me, then?


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


Perhaps when we are <i>not</i> fighting for our lives, hm?


Sounds like a recipe for disaster. But you know what? I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.


Agh! It's hot - gods - it's burning!


Your eyes don't look right, Chessa.


W-what? Get your head outta my head!


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


For me? You shouldn't have.


So, Gale - you laid with a goddess? You must have <i>some </i>sordid tales to tell?


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Forget it. Baldur's Gate's good as cinder. An illithid hive beyond saving.


Do not yield. I am here for you.


Even if the buildings are demolished, there are always survivors. There are always those who will fight.


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


I won't entertain this nonsense any further. Sharess' Caress awaits.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


Hup hup, sir! Go on and have a read - I'd very much like to know this saga had a happy ending for my favourite fellow.


Why do you care if a goblin lives or dies?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


The glass feels... warm?


*Orin demands a fight to the death. The prize for the victor - the Netherstones, and the chance to control the crown alone.*


Loyalty is one thing. Wilful ignorance is another.


Then I dub thee master.


Strange - I can't feel the shadow curse down here. What is this place?


Just another crate.


I do enjoy our little sits together.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


Nothing wrong with looking, is there? A man can dream...


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


We went through all that trouble to get inside, and now Gortash invites us to see him?


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


That's a load of shit. But you know what? Today, I have other priorities.


I know my slaughter kin is near. So does our Father. He wants to see us duel, to taste how we shred each other on his unholy soil.


Hold tight, I'll get you.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


A would-be ambusher ambling in the bushes. Come out, so my hamster might laugh in your face!


Aye. I hope she'll see reason, but if that fails, I'll have to initiate more... extreme measures. And I'll expect your help in the fight.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


But enough of this. You are wasting your resting time. Come dawn, we resume our search for a crèche.


Mighty Voss, your words lift me. Vlaakith will splinter like glass and vanish like smoke.


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


Safe passage to Baldur's Gate. Safe from <i>everyone</i>, like Zev was supposed to do.


A bloodied ring, left behind. Either the killer has fat fingers or doesn't want riches.


Looks like someone wanted to bury their secrets.


It's no coincidence that we found each other, I'll wager? You're after a cure for this parasite.


Mysterious sigils. I hope they don't mean something important.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Something didn't like that.<br>


If even half Ettvard's reporting is true... Some folk are just <i>nasty</i>.


Another brain.


Unleash me.


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Loss. Actual loss, not Shar's oblivion. I had my family, for too short a moment. Now they're gone. By my hand.


With gratitude.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Perhaps we should aid him - he is an old friend, after all. Or at least... an old acquaintance.


He recorded thousands of names. Were they his victims or something else entirely?


*As the corpse rises, your parasite squirms in recognition.*


*If you see this sign, that means you are TOO CLOSE to Gyldro Angleiron. His work must NOT be interrupted.*


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


Perish by my hand, <i>is'tark</i>!


Huh?


Are you sure? Maybe it was just a labourer hauling a shaggy grey mop.


Right. Best not to stop here.


Remember: speak slowly.


It is. I swear, I've lived a thousand lives since I've known you.


Timmask! The spores confuse the senses.


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Te absolvo!<br>v2


Ut ventus!<br>v2


No matter - we will grant him a fate more torturous than death: the fall of his beloved Prince Orpheus.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


You've awakened the viper!


Expello te!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


And you will make spectacular thralls.


Seek and you shall find me.<br>


We need a way out. Now.


Hells! Whatever you are, you can keep those claws to yourself.


((*I am Sovereign. and you are duergar. you are Rot*))


As for <i>that </i>thing - it will remain tame as long as it believes we are thralls. It may be of use in the fight to come.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


So, er, what's all this?


I sense magic. This book's not what it appears.


An adventurer's got to eat. What do I gain from denying your appetites?


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


Powerful magic at work.


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Are you here to impress me, True Soul? I hope so, because I have a mission for you.


'Witness... declined... to... comment... on... nature... of... dragon...'


The Crown was lost to thee, but thy story was not over. Mystra witnessed thy selflessness in defeating the Netherbrain, and saw fit to reward thee.


Esurio!


*When the elder brain has fallen, you could even claim your father's own ducal title and carry his banner.*


The same adamantine forge the duergar were harping on about? Interesting.


It is a shame, though. You were something special.


<i>I concealed nothing from you. I simply left out the details that were not pertinent to our cause.</i>


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


I regret this already.


Invoco te


End him or leave him. But don't you dare grovel to this slug.


Isobel! We need healing!


Worst guy I ever met. Anyway, how about a toast? Oh - shit!


Victory v3


This is no time for weakness.


My,  you are eager, are you not?


Closed Mouth Effort v7


If the True Soul wants to help, so be it. We're in no state to refuse.


Citius!


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


You and I always knew we could only stand against the world united.


Tenebra!


If you should have a chance to strike down the leaders of this horde, the world will be a better place for it. Farewell.


It would be quite something to wake up in the morning without regret, and live each day knowing another will follow, like as not.


Quite an elaborate door, for a tunnel underground.


Oh don't be like that. Not every problem has to be beaten to death, my dear.


Ketheric Thorm, leading Shar's forces. Quite the about-face for a warrior of Selûne.


We are returned, Boo! Now, let us find this djinni - so he can send us AGAIN!


I'll shove your book somewhere vile and dark if you don't stop wasting my time.


I guess we're done with more than just the conversation.


<i>You are not the leader. I will speak with your leader.</i>


Excellent - now all I need is that lantern.


You killed them - those people! In the robes! How <i>thrilling...</i>


Let us join you later. I'm sure we'd have much of interest to say to one another.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


What is it hiding...


*You have fulfilled her will - retrieved the relic for her. Everyone has perished but you.*


But <i>do</i> tell me you haven't forgotten. Once the Absolute is no more, so is my aid.


Why tell him anything of Dame Aylin? Surely you do not intend to betray her...?


<i>Hostes subeunt. Protege nos. Muni nos.</i>


You really mean it? I'll - I'll make you proud. I'll be the best cook you ever had.


Never.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Bene curatur!


Hurt Critical<br>var2


A perfect ring of mushrooms. Nature or magic?


The mind flayer is gone. This could spell trouble...


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


Es praedae mei!


We should hurry to the Inquisitor.


If you're 'ere to see Dror Ragzlin, you'll wanna let 'im and the lads know you're one of us.


That troubles me.


Pardon, your <i>what?</i> Think you misunderstood, mate.


No, we will keep your gift and drive this false one back into the dark!


*Nothing. Does a tadpole sleep? You tell yourself that's a silly thing to wonder.*


<i>We are indomitable. And the life we lead will be legendary.</i>


These souls clawed their way back from the Fugue Plane for vengeance.


You are no salvation. You are an abomination.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Who on <i>earth </i>do you think you are? If you aren't helping, shove off!


Amicus animalis!


DAMN RIGHT POPPER DOES. DIE - SNEAKY LITTLE THIEFS.


*... you and the vile creature inside you. The mere thought of it makes you shiver.*


I give you: <i>The Brilliant Retort! </i>Now - I need to go find Wulbren!<br>


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


This operation demands subtlety, brother. Not your peculiar form of devotion.


*The squirrel moves too quickly - your foot finds only air.*


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


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


If you played a part in thinning their numbers, I commend your efforts.


Spea-k your name.


Can't you just heal yourself?


That doesn't sound promising...


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


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


Pus-supping maggot.


If I really must.


Dying


Get back in the fight.


A hero at heart.


<i>She was blinded by her faith, but true in her devotion.</i>


A dictionary of an ancient language? Hardly surprising for a vampire's lair.


I have it.


CoughIll<br>var 3


Well. Halsin left quite a mess on his way out.


I... I knew this, even when I first fell for your father. He is destined to outlive me, as are you.


Lady Shivers. Suits you.


Drow says if the prisoner don't talk soon, I should cut yer arms off.


I was... trying... to become...


Zhentarim! Make yourselves useful!


Bear with me for a moment, there are better places to talk.


To the rescue. <i>Again.</i>


The brothers? I guess they didn't find their sister.


I wanted to come here. To see if I felt anything that I hadn't done before. Now that I know what I know. Now that I know who I am.


The whispering won't let me sleep. It keeps pushing me - to you.


Let's see what you're hiding.


'Annihilate'.


We'll find the traitor - and it will be worse than a cell for them.


I'll be heading home soon. Here. Let me mark it on your map - just in case.


There's no winning over the hooligans at the Blushing Mermaid with a smile and a nice 'hello'.


Haha. Very subtle.


They're victims, Astarion - just like you. They deserve freedom, too.


You know, I heard it was a <i>Bhaalist</i> that tried to kill Master Figaro.


Let's hope for gold.


A relative safe haven, I suppose. I'll be here if you need me.


*A deep, eldritch hum echoes in the corners of your mind. Your patron knows a thing or two about turning people.*


So far not one patrol has found the device. But so far not one patrol has had me in it.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh.


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


*The mirror glints in the light - the screams from within now silent.*


Then go waste some other bugger's time, eh?


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


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


Reckon I'll ask to keep a posting here. Good money-racket down in this old ruin.


Really? You don't know how your own Steel Watchers operate?


Please do. But the vampire spawn <i>is </i>staying with me.


I'm not going to bite any of them. They don't seem as accommodating as you were.


Now that's a lock that screams 'pick me'.


Es praedae mei!


Oh, <i>please</i>. There's not a devil in the Hells that doesn't know Zariel's favourite has become a fugitive.


Hope you're not planning on taking another swing at me, mate. Might not go your way this time.


Tuebor!


We have the hammer - we can free Orpheus.


Quite a heavily guarded treasure, good job we got past those protections.


Impressive armour. Drow handiwork?


In ballads they'd call you 'talented' and 'courageous'.


We are fortunate to live in the end-times. Pray with me.


Sigils... attempts to restrain Lady Shar's power, perhaps. Failed attempts.


Gods, I could sleep for a hundred years. Looks safe enough for a night, I reckon.


You look pure <i>tasty</i>.


As you wish.


Effort v6


<i>For the better. And from this new vantage point, all is possible. </i>


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


Absence.


How are your new guests settling in?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Canto te!<br>v3


I will <i>not </i>play your mind games. To arms!


What do you say? Because I think we've earned it.


*This man is of common stock. Only the poorest of men need settle for the spectacle of their <i>own</i> gore.*


Assuming the goblins haven't killed him by now.


Poxy pissered pervert!


The animal never had a chance. The curse consumes everything it touches.<br>


No. First, the Netherbrain. Once it is fallen, we'll speak of the future beyond.


Haha!


All right. What now?


Keep your weapons sharp - our prey could reveal itself any time.


Rather unsuccessfully, it would seem. <br>


I have never known anyone so ferocious and unassailable in battle, and yet so fragile and impermanent in their very being.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Hah! Guess you tieflings can't help but look suspicious. Now get outta my way - I need another drink!


Heh - I was selfish to ask. And even more selfish, to be disappointed by your answer.


Come on, darling.


You will be fine.


We're not scared. We can handle ourselves.


I have little coin - but I offer sin in abundance.


The true Ravengard remains in there somewhere. Perhaps he can yet be restored.


Wyvern Whiskey? All the way from the Isle of Nimbral, via a guild in Waterdeep...


A curious device, certainly not powered by the Weave. I wonder, what's its purpose?


Right. 'Friendship'.


I am ready to rest my weary head.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Circulus mortis!


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


This and so much more. In Lolth's hairy embrace, all is possible.


In fact, your tentacular transformation has inspired me to make a little change of my own.


Yes... yes! Mercy!


Someone's watching us through that scrying eye.


Yurgir, be a darling and lend a hand!


Easy - and effective.<br>


Shadowheart may not be able to remember what she's done. But I'll never forget.


Keep it together.


Look at that beast. Seems almost too big to take flight.


That skull is... trembling. What in the Outer Planes...?


Vlaakith's mission is eternal, immutable. Our path ends here. On this day, Gith's son shall perish by my hands.


Agilius!


It is not. But I'll let Nestor teach you the rules.


Isobel's final resting place. Well, not <i>that</i> final, once Ketheric came back for her...


I couldn't bear to be around the others.


Perhaps you'll come to realise that, in time. If you do, you know where the House of Grief is, and what lies beneath it. We all need to be unburdened, every now and again.


This 'Kagha' sounds interesting. A shame she'll probably have to die.


He's going to end us?


The value is in the player, not in the pieces.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Another slate. Lae'zel should have a look.


Please... help...


If I learned anything during the Blood War, it was when to retreat. We gotta turn back <i>now.</i>


Well... no. Wouldn't want that.


What's up for discussion?


You're more feeble than a goblin.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


You won't regret it, promise.


Nothing.


Fits perfectly. Now we just need something to forge.


Away, you pox'd nun!


I feel cold. I've never felt so cold.


That is not what I said! We're just having... a break. A very short one.


<i>Ab spiritu humoque, aculeus vitisque.</i>


Should get started.


You were to receive my mother's guidance in those woods. You were to come of age. Instead, Shar's followers snatched you. They must have been watching you for a long time.


Get us out of here. <i>Please. </i>Before that headcase of a necromancer comes back.


Can't risk being in open view.<br>


Thanks, mister. I <i>knew</i> you'd help me again!


Let's not forget the devil Karlach. The Coast is in danger for as long as she's loosed on it. We need to find her - and kill her.


Effort v12


Closed Mouth Effort v10


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Just look at this place. The evidence speaks for itself.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Morbidus!


And spoil the surprise? I dare not. Though I will admit there's been some tension in the ranks. It seems a great deal is riding on the outcome of your mission.


Footprints. There may be even more that survived the crash.


It's lovely...


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


<i>Drugnin' True Souls. Can still smell Nere from behind that damned wall.</i>


Laughter Maniacal


- and I will be the one to breathe the flames that melt her.


Some power for the taking.


Wyll! Shed a tear for the Blade of Frontiers, Boo - but first, the VENGEANCE!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


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


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Listen - the psionic detector. Githyanki are lurking nearby.


Go. We will not speak of this again.


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


VO_SFX: All surrounding Goblins menacingly cackle as the drunk goblin threatens the player <br>


I am simply saying that you are a creature of ambition. Drive. <i>Intent.</i>


*Your mind bursts with vicious images of githyanki knights tearing through scores of mind flayers.*


<i>Every waking hour, I pushed back against its dire hold. My wizardry empowered me.</i>


What's inside?


Veni et iuva me!


Bombs away!


I can't guarantee you a warm welcome in the city, but should you find me, you'll have a seat at my table.


You won't be waiting long.


Blow the horn - the trap has been set. Today, we write our own legends!


You said you can resurrect my husband? Bring him back. Bring Connor back. <i>Please.</i>


I have you.


Their objective perfection is what caught these bastards' eyes to begin with. Now that I'm free...


Frange! v3


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)<br>v3


Expello te!<br>v3


Ira!


*You giggle, struck by the absurdity of the moment. A spirit hiding inside an amulet has brought you to the body of his granddaughter and possessed it. Outrageous! Ridiculous!*


All I want is a little fun. Is that so much to ask?


Vlaakith is no tyrant.


What is it? What's going on?


<i>You know... this might be our last chance to explore the possibility of... a deeper relationship.</i>


Falling<br>var 3


You dawdle. Come closer - <i>now.</i>


I'll have to. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.


<i>We will leave this terrible place. This hot place.</i>


Do you know what's inside me? An infernal engine. It burns as hot as the Hells, and it's been running in overdrive since I left Avernus.


Coast is clear. We ought to get some shut-eye.


They - they killed me! At least you had the good grace to bring me back.


I need to find new hiding spots.


*You remember the stories of Elturel's fall. The city was dragged into the Hells at Zariel's behest - and Ravengard along with it.*


Might actually get this poxy job done now.


<i>A Selûnite sacrifice awaits beyond - but you must not approach her without the spear. Find it and wield it before you take another step.</i>


Whatever you might do to one cannot be worse than what the Chosen will unleash on all.


Attack<br>var 3


Hello, petal! Need anything? Any lotions or potions?


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


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Effort v10


She made the awful choice, and liberated her parents from their pain, and in so doing, cured her own. She longeth for them still, but liveth at peace, knowing they found theirs.


Wonder if the Fist pay better than this lot...<br>


Those gnolls... brutalised. And I smell brimstone. This isn't good.


It is clear, now, that he was not working alone.


Mutatis mutandis!


The symbol's the bit that bothers most. You use poison when you want to <i>get away </i>with murder. So why leave a symbol at the scene of the crime? It doesn't make any sense.


Repulsive.


Bloody Fist - not like they weren't paid well enough to ignore us in the first place.


I will not miss sleeping in this arena-sized chamber pot. Our Lord of Murder should have his will worked beneath the <i>sun.</i>


*Mizora was captive in the illithid colony. In your haste, you ignored her and left her for the Absolute's cult to destroy.*


<i>Now HELP ME!</i>


Don't waste a step.<br>


I remember the ship, I remember falling... then nothing.


It is you who must transform.


Hmm, a pixie. Curious little thing.


*Your mind burns hot with excitement.*


You did well bringing this to me - thank you.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


I'm glad it was you who walked through that door. Thank you.


I am Lady Fireliia Jannath, mistress of the house and patron of the arts.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Have to keep going.<br>


You've got the wrong man for this.<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Whatever I told that lot below, this <i>will</i> end in bloodshed. All you have to do is pick the right side.


We have tried to save our children once already, attacking the vampire's palace at first light. Even then, it was too well defended.


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


This ain't no funeral - this is taking out the rubbish. They served their purpose, and now they're fish food.


Myconids. That explains the voices.


How can I help you?


Blood-stained collars? Guess I know what happened to all those missing pets.<br>


Our lives will be coloured by blood-red and death-black. Are you ready for the battles to come?


One. We captured a human who knows exactly where it is.


Gather the raiders. It is time.


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


Victory v2


Nope.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


CoughIll<br>var 1


Recovered <br>V4


It won't be long, Master... It won't be long.


*But it will also bring transformation, given time. Into a mind flayer.*


Guardian of Faith? That's one powerful spell.


Whatever it is, the Absolute has a powerful hold over them.


I wonder if that wreck has any loose arrows on it. Though they probably wouldn't fit my bow, come to think of it.


I see you've been using the powers the tadpole gives you - good.


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


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


It's getting dark. Can't hold on.<br>


<i>There</i> she is - the great champion of Baldur's Gate. I'll gather the snares, you can fletch the arrows.


You set foot in our tower once. You did not leave, at least not through any door I have watch over.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


Default


<i>Sigh</i>.


Live by the sword, die by the spell - that's what I always say.


Your magician seems dour tonight. Must not relish the idea of sprouting tentacles.


But your Father loves you dearly. You may reinherit yourself yet.


I don't have a... ugh... I don't have a sweetheart.


He does not deserve to be an outcast. I hope he finds peace, wherever he makes his home.


Hush! I'm trying to listen!


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


She stole it from a house she cleaned, all right?


Plenty to digest, after all. A good deal to stew over, if you will. Words ladled with import should be savoured so as to better absorb their meaning, wouldn't you agree?


*You are safe. You are nestled in the cup of her hand.*


Hm? Oh, the dryad is comely enough - but you? Don't poke at questions you don't want the answer to, cub.


How quaint that we should meet here - in the very place that it once called home.


The shadow curse will soon be forgotten, thanks to us.


Ad lapidem!


Your tongue says one thing, your mind says the opposite. You lie.


A key - it might open the tollhouse vault.


I pray you find comfort among the dead, as I do. To rid ourselves of the coils of flesh is a beautiful thing.


I should retrieve the amulet - the monk's spirit should be here when I open Shirra's tomb.


I'd pick those Netherstones back up if I were you. I don't fancy our chances without them.


Keeping going, damn it. Come on!


An eerily chilling scene, this. I suspect many were present at this blighted Nightfall feast.


If I must.


This curse is powerful - the will of a god made manifest.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


I bet Gale will want to take a look at this staff.


Well. Guess we're in with all sorts these days.


Nothing. What's the point of a button so near the ground?<br>


Falling


The runaway spawn! You reek of the master's scent.


What is that? A dessert wine? <b>Unimpressive.</b>


<i>Ab spiritu humoque, aculeus vitisque.</i>


What is it? A curse? Compulsion? Enthrallment? Whatever it is, we're going to free you of it.


Aye - and forever will I sing the praise of the one who saved me from a century of horrors.


You're in a cell next to me, mate. Not exactly in a position to negotiate, are you?


Was there another matter you wished to discuss?


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Indeed.


Got to... move... No... time...


Checking.


Locked tight - there must be another way through.


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


Hehehehe - a horrific display. There is no red deeper than a Sharran's blood.


Some sort of temple? Looks abandoned.


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


Because they do your job better than you, and without complaining? It is unnerving.


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


You little sneak-thief. Well, they were wrong - look. Not dead. I just... went away for a time. To a place called Moonrise Towers.


I'm sure there's better things you could find to read.


<i>Istik </i>are permitted to view the birthing pools now? These are strange times.


I'm sure you will breeze through these trivial little exams with great distinction.


Smelling Gold


I'll take that.


I do not mock loyalty. Only mourn when it is given so freely to those so undeserving.


You're a damned miracle. A duergar helping deep gnomes? Mark the day.


More Selûne dedications. What happened, I wonder?<br>


What is this...


Time for a word.


Stop fretting - the Fist will stop them.


They won't be back here any time soon, thanks to us.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


A treasure like you deserves to wrap their hands around Raphael's <i>mightiest</i> rod. The Orphic Hammer.


You deserve <i>nothing. </i>You two are cowardly parasites and I am disgusted it took me this long to see. Get out of my sight.


Good move. Maybe.<br>


We recover quickly. But not <i>that</i> quickly.


<i>What I didn't anticipate was how much I would <b>enjoy</b> your company. Your mind. </i>


Whatever did this, the Blade stands ready.


Thank the gods, he sees sense! Look, Blade - Wyll - I know you love bashing evil - we have that in common.


All entrances sealed tight.


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


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


For his folly, Mystra forsook him, but now she has decreed he is to be given a chance of redemption.


Smell that? Blood. This whole plain reeks of it.


A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


I approve. Any who dare to make me bleed should suffer dire consequences.


You work for that mean bastard and you turn up <i>late</i>?


Closed Mouth Effort v6


What in Shar's name...? Get away from me you rabid freak!


You came through for us. That's a change from most adults I know.


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


You know, Minthara's still locked up somewhere in there. We could save her... Or not.


And <i>you</i> - you'll regret sticking your nose in my business.


Is that what a mind flayer looks like on the inside? As if the outside wasn't disturbing enough.


You're nothing but a rabid beast. I have to stop you.


It's not because... you know... we <i>haven't</i>... in a while?


An army's stampeded through here. A <i>big </i>army.


What is this made of? Tiamat's cursed spit?


Give me back my gold. I spent half my fortune on that bloody painting of yours!


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


Viam sapientiae!<br>v2


Whatever you do, make sure this madness doesn't make it to the gazette.


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


My power walks with you.


Ho! How desperate is the cur, to make an ally of a gnome?


Not a chance.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


But their idea of diplomacy is a steel fist shoved where the sun don't shine.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


<i>Chk</i>. <i>This </i>is Zariel's servant wreaking havoc on the Coast?


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


Finally. The hunt begins.


If I prove myself to Lady Shar, she'll bless me with power - power we can use to take on the Absolute and rid ourselves of these parasites, once and for all. Let's explore.<br>


Always makes my day better.


A good opportunity.


There's something I need to do once we enter the Dark Lady's domain. Any more meddling on your part will end badly.


Strength in partnership.


First, you will fell the Absolute. Then, we will rebuild Baldur's Gate, we will take back our city - together.


I want to have a word.


The first two are tempting, I must say - but a good wizard's spells are as valuable to me as my blade is to them.


Let's get out of here before we stop to chat.


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


I can only imagine what fate would I have met without you -rotting in the goblins' cells? Being sealed away by the Rite of Thorns for all eternity?


Gods, what's happening?


*You try to pick your way silently through the loose rocks and broken masonry, but to no avail.*


I'm compiling a translation dictionary so warring species of the Underdark can understand each other. It's an essential step forward!


Attack Critical<br>


Fiat voluntas dei!


Brine - but for tadpoles, not for pickling.


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


Maybe next time let's not wander into a mass of armed soldiers, yeah?


He helped to kill a Netherbrain, only to be slain by one of his own... extraordinary.


Hells. The curse has torn open the ground itself...


<i>That was close. No doubt there'll be others.</i>


The unworthy have been cast down, and our faith has been renewed.


Ritual necromancy - essence is drained from the living to turn them undead.


Ensure that the Moonlanterns outside are maintained, too. The curse cannot be allowed to touch the Absolute's hall.


A well-guarded treasure. Looks <i>powerful</i>.


Now's my chance - I need to get Vanra out.


I don't... I don't understand.


Why didn't we stop her? We should've stopped her!


I'm sure that's what he's doing...


Take comfort in your undoing. I, like you, abandoned my cause. But much can still be achieved.


We're refugees from Elturel - we took shelter here after gnolls and goblins attacked us on the road.


A fortunate find indeed. Allow me to take it off your hands.


The Fugue Plane is no obstacle to one such as I.


MODEL B STANDING BY.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


A ghargatula skull? I know of a gith warrior who died trying to fell such a fiend.


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


This some kinda joke?!


I know my tastes. And I'm not known for sharing.


<i>Bex.</i> She was with me in the grove. If she's not here then the curse...


Hold fast, I'm coming.


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


<i>Agh</i>... I never get used to it.


<i>Runepowder</i>, you mean. Such a damned waste...


-PREPARING-- ready - -
under - under -
UNDER


Speak up. You can't just let the clan keep them.


<i>All of it, so I could </i>rot<i>. Because the person I trusted - I loved that fucking animal - gave me away to the devil.</i>