*Here rests Errick Crivens, sole inheritor of the Crivens family. May the gods forgive him.*


<i>Untangle</i> them, or you are worthless to me. My patience wears thin.


O! queen, you've heard my cries. Now, I heed your sacred mission.


Must be what that kid was talking about.


Be careful on the road - I'd <i>hate</i> if something happened to you. Take care, petal.


What's that saying? Honesty late is honesty halved?


An easy fix. Hopefully.


I'm not ready to turn my back - not yet, anyway. But I need answers. The sooner the better.


I'm keeping my ears open for more about Gortash's death - if it's true. <br>


You say that. But minds can change in the span of a snap - and not every death is forever.


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


Oh dear. Your prisoner is one of the Absolute's favourites, Sazza. A True Soul.


Laughter Maniacal


<i>I can't hold them off much longer!</i>


Your friend is as cynical as you are, Oskar.


It would be irritatingly true to form, would it not?


<i>Please</i> do not distract me, I've got so many wine barrels to move. So many.


Beware. Boo. Bear. <i>Boom</i>.


Not the Astarion I know.


Dying


Never thought I'd owe a bunch o' mushrooms my life. Only wish the rest of my people were here.


What's the first thing you want to do after we settle in?


Tell me, ally mine: did you know of this plot?


VO_SFX : Downed v3


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


Very well.<br>


Well, Wyll. I tried.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


Here goes nothing.<br>


My stupid dad makes me sell these shite-rags. Pillock. If you want one, it's [GEN_CheckMagicPocketGold_6057ad05-9492-4630-9f0a-be548b134c54] gold.


*No answer - and not the faintest flicker of doubt.*


Thank the gods.


Keep on searching. I'll be heading to Baldur's Gate to seek reinforcements.


Enough is enough, Astarion. I know you're a vampire.


It's not a place I'd ever heard of, if I'm honest. But rumour has it there <i>were</i> some hidden cellars somewhere near the Elfsong.


I hardly believe in love at all.


A Sharran crossbow. As magnificent as the Dark Lady herself.


Ungrateful parasites - I should have killed you long ago.


-- impossible --
      -- CEASE --
--- resist --


Had I thought you were the type to shout his name from the rooftops, I never would have offered you the job.


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


Nine Hells!


There will be some practicalities to iron out. The guest list, the venue, and we'll need to find a <i>very</i> open-minded cleric.


Your folks must be so very, very proud of you.


Big Gortash fans.


Do what you do best, little one.


Shit, are you all right?


Get out. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!


Must be the town distillery - I'm getting a distinct whiff of alcohol.


I - I thought you'd be hungry, so I made this for you. My mum's favourite recipe.


I'm going to be chased all over Faerûn for this damn coin, aren't I?


You've done well to retrieve the Orphic Hammer.


These fungal spores are everywhere.


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


I found a path to the city - and with those goblins dead, there'll never be a better time to get on it.


*You run your eyes over the runes hacked into his flesh and recognise an all-too-familiar language: Infernal. It's the language of the Hells.*


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Of all the things I anticipated our foray into that monastery achieving, bringing the whole thing down around our ears wasn't one of them. Life is just full of surprises.


All the way from Thay. Jewels and gems, probably - one's still in there.<br>


I guess you need this.


Now, let's find his hoard.


You're a priest of the Black Hand?


The longer we wait, the likelier that we share in this fate, or worse. Let's get rid of these things.


Forbidden knowledge - without a doubt.


Obedi me!


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Yes?


For devotees of death, you of his line are so basely fascinated with propagating new life. It ever seemed to me an impurity in the doctrine.


I knew it. I just... knew.


Kled is safe - unless the hag comes. No, bad thoughts!


Voco arvina!<br>v2


She's down. If I'm going to get that child out of her, I'd better be quick.


Effort v4


Is this gonna hold up if those goblins come back?


We have travelled far and wide, Boo, but I know not this land of... 'globe'?


*But was it truly <i>nothing?  </i>The pain gripped you tight, robbing you of all composure for a moment...*


Here. Don't let it be said that Auntie doesn't honour her deals. It's on <i>you</i> to fix yourself.


Thou quivering plague rat!


Hah, if looks could kill, Lord Gortash would've already hanged me. I wouldn't worry too much, this is undoubtedly some rumour cooked up by my many rivals.


You do <i>not </i>wish to incur my vengeance. I guarantee you.


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


I can feel the brain. It's... suffocating.


Rigorous experimental methods demand we do not indulge our own emotional responses in the application of discomfort to our subjects.


Stop - please! Don't move, just listen!


Combat Vocals - Dying
Ahhhhhhhhhh.....
v3


This text is ancient. A dedication to a forgotten god?


Boat's free - let's go!


This vessel is at thy disposal. Do what thou wilt.


On the victor's path.


No chance it'll be that easy. We need to climb higher.


Voco nubes!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Fudge-fondling fustilarian!


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Thick brine for the wrigglers. Thankfully they're gone.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Hells - I feel like a mouse caught in a trap. All that's missing is the cheese.


I'll give you red.


Ex Textura!<br>v3


The stone's less worn here. Recently uncovered.


The toys from the barn - this must be where they were crafted.


I'm fading fast. I must heal.


A magic keyword - to be used in the Archive.


I took the liberty of enlisting your cadaverous co-traveller to revive you. You truly should take much better care of yourself, m'boy.


Hmph. Terrible aftertaste. Maybe if it was stuck in a bit of brine...


*The creature's eyes widen, pleading.*


Sob<br>var 2


*The woman's senses are heightened, and her fires stoked. The mind flayer is no mere curiosity, but an object of desire.*


And Wyll? Well, I'm not quite sure. How do you think he'd taste?


<i>Right.</i> Can't say you weren't warned!


I'll kiss it better later.


<i>Moradin's cracked clay...</i>


Skipping across the planes, spinning plates, making deals with dukes and devils. He's a busy man. A business-man. But not a man at all, of course.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


Voco glacies!<br>v2


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


A healing touch is in order, my friend.


You know my heart, and I am glad. You are the first.


... eyes... to <i>yourself</i>...


Can't give up now.


I see. You have abandoned goodness. Like you abandoned me.


And trust me, I'd love an explanation.


Check that drider. The lantern's still there, I reckon.


Then you'll help me in this. Nothing would make me happier.


Can't... remember... just... nothing...


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


Breathe easy. I'm coming.


Effort v10


Yes. A stiff drink.


You tree-hugging bastard!


Hells - not this again.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Ira et dolor!<br>v2


What is an elder brain?


Voco glacies!<br>v2


The whispers won't let me sleep. They keep pushing me - to you.


We're cornered in this place. Even the bloody druids look like they might turn on us.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Your knight in magic armour.


Attack Critical<br>


Said your friend could pass - goes for you too.


Love to be taken for granted.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


May I trust you'll see it through?


An efficient path.


Have patience a while and I will return to you, carrying immortality in one hand and offering you ascension with the other. I will be a god, as will you.


Effort v12


<i>Attack</i>.


We are nearing the helm. Once inside, do as I say.


A list of names with some crossed off. Odd...


These are Sharran weapons. I would recognise the Nightsinger's blades anywhere.


How tragic. Well, lucky for you your master couldn't predict the observational cunning of our troupe's resident Waterdhavian wizard. Your silence spoke volumes.


*Your hand is suddenly empty - the work of a surreptitious companion.*


A miniature giant space hamster. Fear not, you will learn the difference in time.


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


*Hallmark of the Steel Watch, these immense Watcher Swords are forged in the Upper City at the Hall of Wonders.*


Indeed.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


This calls for careful footwork.


Sticky, painted skin. This hand belonged to the clown, no question.


Where in the hells does that leave us?


You can't do this! We grew up together!


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v2


Not getting back in that thing.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


Yes, you have my blade - your leader willing, of course.


Might as well do some good on my way out the eternal door. But I need to discuss it with my companions.


Highly detailed. Nasty.


An' all that ruckus makes it hard to concentrate on reading.


Dying Deep Exhale


Aha. Then perhaps you'd be interested in taking a look at my stock. I've a rather special piece that's become unexpectedly available.


I saw. You was laughin' so hard he managed to clonk you on the head!


<i>Never, maaaster.</i>


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


<i>Kill her.</i>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


All right.


You? You're smaller than a worg whelp. Guys - get this idiot!<br>


I must protect him. I must.


The hamster that voyaged through wildspace.


Life is prosperous. I am much happier kissing the many lips of the surface than tending a field or manning a shop.


Vis medicatrix!


I'll trust your judgement - but I won't trust her. Not until I've gotten the measure of her.


That was on purpose!


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Getting inside won't be easy, but when you do, place the bomb at the heart of the facility, get yourself back to street level.


Wait here. I will gather my tools.


Voco glacies!


No, it cannot die with me! I discovered Ethel's darkest secret - a way to burn that witch for good. No more tricks, no more comebacks.


You're right. Just look at me - up to my ankles in filth, waiting for a man with a collarbone fetish. I deserve better!


You! I knew you'd been mucking with our beer! You poisoned us!


If I don't get off the roof, I'm as good as ash!


Well, down it is, I suppose...


Curse... darkness... pain. Thaniel... have to help... Thaniel...


You're not supposed to be here, special one. That's not right. But I don't want to damage you.


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Love to be taken for granted.


Don't bleed out on me.


*No matter what the Voice says, you are meat. Everyone is meat.*


*Gortash. Your old boss - the man who sold you to Zariel. It seems he's calling himself 'lord' these days.*


I named you <i>Hshar'lak</i>. Yet you still call me Queen.


That noise - it's the doodad we took from that gith captain.


I will hold onto them; it's all that I can do. / I can't throw them away; I've never been that brave.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Recovered <br>V2


My way's cheaper.


Not me though. I'm as hard as they come, an' I'm itchin' for another fight.


*It is the source of the Voice. She will obey it. She will obey <i>you</i>.*


...I see. Your loyalty is admirable but misplaced. His kind have charm beyond our mortal means to resist.


You know, I've never seen this place in the daylight before.


The moment we were alone together, something changed. I felt it, and you must have felt it too.


That pod - is that Mizora inside?


We get a cure <i>and</i> the chance to hit these arseholes where they live? Sounds good.


Dodge


When your sky dims... I will be there... waiting...


Circulus mortis!


Arfur's hardly the philanthropist he pretends to be. Those toys should be destroyed.


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


SmileOpen<br>var 3


I really don't know what I thought would happen.


You need to be freed. Of course.


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


Table fourteen wants their eggs, now!


That skull - something's happening to it.


Can you move?


No! My sweet, bloodthirsty friend.


So what if it is? Choosing the right allies is just common sense. Even you'll make a friend or two eventually, I bet.


Look inside... memory shard...


Look. I don't want anyone to get hurt. But I've got to do what I've got to do, same as anyone.


Clause F, Section Nine: <i>'Soul-binder shall bestow reward or favour only upon soul-bearer's fulfilment of related obligation.'</i>


Something feels... off about this tree.


They do clack out a dreadful rhythm. But the one I'm thinking of is even more dire:


You'll have time for irrelevance when you're dead. For now, we need you.


Of course not! Simply tell me why you're here.


Goodnight - I guess.


Fiat voluntas dei!


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Loquere si tibi placet!


I can't tell anyone about this. It was hard enough to keep it from the servants.


Nice symbol. What's it mean, I wonder...


Except tonight. Tonight, I wanted this - for myself.


That, or we've just prolonged its misery.


All things with her strength. You know the litany.


Just our luck to find an inn, only for it to be burning to the ground.


I... I see them. I see my parents. Gods... what's been done to them?


Five workin' fingers. Nice and bony, prime for digging.


Actually, Mr Dekarios, I think the sorry one will be <i>you</i>.


Time to press ahead.


Non compos mentis!


My magic is <i>infinite.</i>


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 3


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Voss! I call on your might!


Filial betrayal, is it? A tale as old as the gods themselves.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


<i>That larva is like nothing I have ever observed before. Its power is... unsettling.</i>


A pile of dead druids, and the rest of us weakened before another fight. Perfect.


Thou roach-mocked jester.


But I can take a hint. Good luck out there. You're gonna need it.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 2


Death comes quietly.


Punge!


Voco flagella!


Is there a reason you chose me as your confidante in this matter?


What use is it, though? They're lost, ravenous, feral. They'd attack any mortal on sight.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Huh. Where's Wyll?


Bet I can crack that open.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


A tad harsh, don't you think? Our fire will be no cooler just for sharing it with a child in need.


The first time I saw you, I figured you a champion. A person of valour, integrity.


I kept you as mine until you were needed by our superiors.


We need to get back to the city before those monsters do. Baldur's Gate is my home - I have to protect it.


Blood. Blood. BLOOD. <i>BLOOD.</i>


Well it's real, and I need to bring it back to Baldur's Gate. I'd rather my clan were with me, but...


That's quite impossible. You'd have undergone ceremorphosis by now.


Brace and step, swivel, swing! <i>Yes!</i>


<i>Gods</i> that's hot. Don't get me started. I might never stop.


Vita excolatur!


One touch and this will fall apart.


With a flick of the wrist.


None of you will break me.


Holy hells, a lava elemental! <br>


I wonder how she feels about trepanning.


All right. What now?


Attack<br>var 4


I will make it out - I <i>will</i>.


My gods. This is sick.


Leaders need to make tough decisions. We do what we must.


*As you recount your adventure, Auntie Ethel nods along - her eyes wide.*


Besides, now is a time of celebration. I am sure you and Duke Ravengard have <i>plenty</i> to talk about.


He sounds like a real prick. Well listen, Astarion - they aren't here now. And if they should their ugly face, I'll crack it open. All right?


*The drow eyes you warily.*


He's tottering. Another drink might knock him out.


He... he did? Of COURSE he did! <i>I knew it... I knew he would do something...</i>


Whatever these dark powers of yours may be, they serve no purpose if you cannot control them. Or yourself. What a terrible waste.


I really hope all the good things they said about you in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette are true...


Wait until the others are asleep, then come with me. It might just save your life...


*The memory now gone, a different, <i>unwelcome </i>sensation takes its place. The wound on your hand - its pain is about to rip through you again...*


No. You don't understand. You <i>kill </i>them.


Drow'll be pleased with us - proper good raid, that was.


Fiat lux!<br>v2


If it goes belly-up? We got a scapegoat. It's Nere's game to lose.


*Nothing illicit can be found. The accusation collapses.*


Gods, this place is forge-central. Guess we ought to find the thing.


I wager that blade has a mighty enchantment. Gale could tell me more.


Victory v4


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


You won't be hurting for long.<br>


I won't let them take you.


Hells. We're attracting too much attention!


Sine metu!


They said 'no'. You should learn the meaning of the word.


<i>Go. The longer we wait, the more the Netherbrain's strength grows.</i>


Not on my watch they're not.


Yes, it does look a little - how can I put it? Shit?


Hurt, but still kicking - I can feel it scrabbling from here. Watch yourself.


She'll tear me in two for touching her egg.


We were to... to kill... <i>killchokemaimburn</i>... for the Chosen... for Him...


Saddle up.


Aaaargh! Mind flayer!!!


Quit distractin' me.


I will mourn the person you were. But I will not accept the one you've become.


*Your thievery has won you few friends, and a new enemy.*


AgreeOpen<br>var 3


Do as I do. We'll be fine as long as we show the <i>ch'r'ai</i> respect.


Pipe down!


*Past teachings come into focus. The Rite of Thorns is a rare practice, outlawed in most circles for causing more harm than it eases.*


Closed Mouth Effort v10


ENOUGH.


Holy hells. Another one.


And I am deeply sorry. I was overeager - but can you blame me? You were my first.


Suppose I should get you back up.


Still, good luck to him. I'm sure he'll go far.


Scraps! The real feast is below. They drop corpses down into the tunnels - enough to feed an army of us.


<i>Ghaik</i> pod. Accursed thing.


Better not. That's all I'll say.


And the citizens have rolled out the red carpet for their new tyrant.


So, Mystra's requested a chat with you? Unusually polite for a god.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


We'll speak more on this later, but suffice it to say for now - that crown is <i>vital</i> to our purpose here.


You stamped out the entire Szarr legacy in one afternoon. A good day's work.


Gods above - what happened?


The druids have turned on us - defend yourself!


What a peculiar shape. Not something you'd just carve for fun...


Praise be to Lady Shar. As the sun retreats once again, all becomes your realm.


And you. If what they say about you is true, you're the only reason most of us are alive.


*The creatures clutch the pouch possessively. Is gold so precious to spiders?*


*In lumbering style, you have gotten away with murder.*


I'd prefer you to speak sense.


*Try Hoots' Hooch now - a once-in-a-lifetime booze extravaganza!*


I know, Connor, but just a little longer, all right?


Didn't work. What now...


I saw tusks and flesh, smelled fire and eggs. It came with the mask-men - crashing and smashing.


Blood everywhere. This camp was ambushed.


Agreed. Didn't stop Jaheira's lot from nesting in my cellar.


I'll leave you to your thoughts. I hope somewhere in them, you find peace.


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


One step at a time, Simon. Breathe in, breathe out.


*Upstairs - Chromatic Scale. The finest purveyors of musical instruments in Faerûn.*


Corpora sana!<br>v3


*Your jaw convulses, and you almost bite off your own tongue.*


That water looks tainted. Better to avoid it.


Hey!


Fire and death. Is this what this city is coming to - or is this always what it's been?


Ah. Unfortunately, it seems I've mislaid my purse.


I... Very well.


I've got what you need.


Or just company for our final moments.


Go on, shoo, Myra.


Treme!


What beautiful music...


Chauntea, bless these roots...


We'll talk soon, you have my word.


As for my sorry state...<br>


Together as one.


That skull may still have some life in it.


*You sense it was a mistake to enter here without permission. Possibly a fatal one.*


A dragon's lair worth of entrails. A shame I missed the battle.


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


Thank you. That... means so much.


I am trying. Believe me, I am. The path is set, and I will not stray from it - even as my heart quakes.


These people are nothing to us. Why should we care if the knife does its work?


This place is foul. Drow would not tolerate rivers of waste flowing so close to their residences.


Kneel, oathbreaker.


In that case, let's talk <i>business</i>. Your Twat-Soul friend Nere caused a rockfall. Trapped tighter than a hornet's arse.


Please, refrain from excessive violence when duelling with Lady Orin. Holes in the skin are very difficult to repair.


<i>We must not fall into the same trap. We must trust one another.</i>


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


Bet you need a hand.<br>


May the dice roll in my favour.


A kindred spirit. But I only wish to be an ox. Do you understand?


But what I do know is that we must not gamble with the fate of the world. I cannot simply depend upon your word.


Silks from Cormyr, it says. Empty, though.<br>


The Gate was my hunting ground. I might be responsible for some of these.


Any kin of mine ought to have more sense moving through the Underdark.


Fitting he'd die as he lived - in fits of laughter.


You know Captain Grisly? She glared at me once - nearly pissed myself. It was <i>amazing</i>.


Softer than a whisper.


CoughIll<br>var 2


An' if you don't watch yer tongue, I'll chuck that on the fire an' all.


Ubi es?<br>v2


Fly west of here, to the rooftop of the featherless wings. Face our enemy. Then call me pigeon. Pah!


Thanks for your helpful feedback, but I think we're done here.


You were <i>ever</i> so helpful - as thanks, I'll gut you quickly.


*...and you note its delicate filaments. It had been merely a child.*


Like you care what happens to the likes of us.


A little gratitude would be nice.


I've known a few warlocks in my time. Talented, of course, though sometimes too eager to listen to the devils on their shoulders. Comes with the territory, unfortunately.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


You recall our reports of Ketheric Thorm? General of the Absolute, champion of Myrkul, unkillable-tyrant-of-Moonrise?


Intestines throb. Blood whispers.


I think... I think this is it.


No druids left to stop me from cutting down trees and making a nice barricade.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Jaheira - I'll save you, I swear!<br>


Fine.


We have attracted Umberlee's wrath. Let us be sure not to take any long sea voyages in the near future.


Ketheric Thorm, bowed by grief for his daughter.


Another case closed, another bottle open! Huzzah to Valeri-AH!


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


Sounds like they've captured themselves a bard...


In any case, the Mother Superior soon broke up the fighting, though she didn't punish us. In fact, I saw her smiling - I think she was proud of you.


Harper prayers and protective charms - the preludes to battle.


First my brothers and now my <i>husband</i>? What more do you want?


These melodies...


When the beast is dead, I'll consider that payment enough to translate those scars of yours.


Good luck.


But you live. A single green leaf holding fast on a tree ravaged by winter.


Just in case what?


More than delighted! A little extra company's always welcome as we enter our twilight years - yet another reason we're putting on the wine festival!


<i>Me too. </i>


With... Lihala... but... but...


And you expect what in return exactly? Githyanki aren't given to charity.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


I <i>was </i>hoping to search through this door for something of use...


Amo sanguinem!<br>v2


I can barely see!


A beautiful death.


Thought you'd be ten yards tall, the way my people speak of you.


I hope Captain Grisly signs my chapbook... or maybe she'll think I'm strange.


*Is this the Shadow Weave's presence, or a darkness within you from the beginning, waiting to be called?*


All-Father give me strength...


Seems simple enough.


Harpers - to arms!


Only to remind you that it <i>is</i> a part.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


An amusing plight.<br>


That's not my chest.


No, cub, they do not mean me.


Hmm. Selûnite coming-of-age rituals. Seems like a serious undertaking - dangerous, even.


If you won't risk taking him on for my sake, think of the innocent souls he'll sacrifice in this ritual.


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


These footprints started in the sewers.


I relish our time.


Oh! Seems I stumbled ahead of myself. Wouldn't be the first time.


<i>I trust you saw the error of your ways. Do not err again. </i>


REMOVE HER.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


Enough chatter. We retrieve Halsin, we find a cure.


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


*The drider's eyes cut through the darkness, locking on you as your parasite squirms with excitement.*


A good opportunity.


That symbol upon the collar... an acquaintance of yours, Gale?


Slaughtering our enemies takes priority.


It is no more.


Don't mind if I do.


You need all the help you can get.


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


I won't disagree. <i>Chk</i> - did you think I would?


Let's get this over with.


The owner of this place, the toymaker. He's packing explosive's into children's playthings.<br>


If you speak truth, the Inquisitor will reward you greatly. If you lie...


It shall be done.


A merregon mask, no less. Hells' footsoldiers.


It'd be your body; you'd make the rules.


Perhaps. But why should I be punished for a mistake I took no part in?


Researcher of... the Bhaalist resurgence...


I'll help.


Cut from the same cloth, some might say.


Happy to be proven wrong, of course. Now, what's this lantern?


Empty.


Don't tell her anything.


No, I mean our business is absolutely ruined.


Make it quick! We need to find Wulbren - <i>now.</i>


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


Not like this, Minthara!<br>


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


The fiend may have been a tiefling once, but she belongs to Avernus now. I wish it were not so, and I bear no grudge against your people.


Hither! O! Hither! My hot-shot champion, raring to slay!


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Wearisome, using but two legs. I long to be on all fours.


I hope it won't be too late by then.


Ugh. Always some foul ritual another - something of undeath about this one, I think.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Lady Shar's work is never-ending. I've cleansed the ranks of her followers, leaving only the faithful - the worthy.


*The same cannot be said for the Gondian hostages, however.*


Maybe. I don't know. He's usually drunk.


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


No! Please don't tell the <i>sa'varsh</i> - he'll kill me! Just take it.


Not many can talk their way into a Zhentarim outpost.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Save us? That lickspittle only ever wanted to save himself - the rest of us be damned.


No, no - it is for you to slay the dragons, and for me to worry about the accolades.


Expello te!<br>v3


The Overseers must have used a Motivator. Bastards probably laughed as collars activated - burning my friends, my family, from the inside out.


Can't outfit all of you at once.


The other is a mystery to me. But the way she spoke, it is most likely she follows Bhaal - god of murder.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


And AND he says that if I move enough stock, I might even get to have a go on the anvil!


It should be hot enough. Time to put this forge to work.


Thankfully I've had my needs met this evening. I found a bear.


The city sounds like rot. You're better off right here.


There's more to your story, Wyll - and it's your father who needs to tell it.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Wondrous - I could do with a dance partner. I'm dying of boredom in here.


I'm just glad you're being sensible about this. I was worried you might wake up and grab your torch and pitchfork.


Or better yet - put that True Soul to use. You have far more important matters to attend to - or have you forgotten?


Nymessa. Come.


Your friend is inquisitive. A dangerous trait. Are you sure you want him listening in on this?


Machine made them hostile.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


*You refused to pay. Unfortunately, that means this is a matter for the guards.*


Nature's servant, and yours.<br>


Looks like using magic around these things is more trouble than it's worth!


Free the wyrm, and may his thunderous wind drive the Absolute from the Coast.


We shall! We will fly in the face of the oppressors and their foolish laws! Leave no crust unnibbled!


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


We can spend the rest of our lives looking for answers - but who cares if we find them?


*The face is crafted to be pleasing, but the personality is just a reflection of the wizard that created it.*


I know it.


But you seem to have forgotten it, and now we're both going to die. Goodbye, it was terrible knowing you.


No one's stopped me yet.<br>


Peri!


Bah. Boo says the many colours remind him of home, but Minsc has never enjoyed these fireworks.


*Felogyr's Fireworks. 'Once it's lit, you commit!'*


You're back! Why don't we try again? Throw our bodies back into the ring!


Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Why spare her feelings, then? Go to her. Tell her.


Perfect. That screeching is bound to bring more of them down on us.


Let's waste a spell - why not?


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Control yourself. If you can.


That is all I ask. And remember, I <i>know</i> when your mind is closed.


I'm going to be the best monk there ever was!


I just hope he is amenable.


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Circus clothes? What an end for Dribbles the clown.<br>


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


--- join --
- ME --
-- join US --


We need to run. <i>Now!</i>


No Lower City house can compare to our mansion next to the High Hall.


Fate seems determined to make a mindflayer of you. It remains your choice, as the crown remains mine.


I'll be honest, I don't bloody understand it. I just know the cleric was excited about it, said it was a hag's 'deepest secret'.


*A distant memory of a man stretching his back with a groan. Another day of hauling masonry blocks done...*


And look at that statue.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Hey, you!


This place reeks of death.


<i>Converse </i>with it? I barely know what <i>it</i> is!


Oh, you'll do both. You'll do whatever he requires.


You do not lie, underling. It is your blood I am destined to spill. Your death spit will stain these walls, little lamb.


Angry little creature, isn't she?


Personally, I'd use the Hammer. Let Orpheus take the fall - what is he to us?


Attack Critical<br>


Non movere!<br>v3


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Remember, Minsc. Quiet battle cries only.


Well, that's interesting.<br>


Sounds like the shadow curse. We must be getting close to Moonrise. Perhaps we should seek out this Nere while we can, though.


Simple enough. After Jaheira warned me - and then <i>disappeared</i> - I went nosing into the cult for myself.


Those tracks say fox, but the stride is odd. Hm. It must have jumped down there.


Not literally, of course. The actual battle will be long and intense. But at least we have some idea of what we're walking into.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v3


*It's a trap - one that this clown is eager to spring.*


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


That's the way of the Blade.


We've got the matter well in hand. And if we make too big a splash, well... goblins are used to a ruckus or two.


Te video!<br>v2


Ah. That... does not sound encouraging.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


What are you doing here? Did you miss me as I've missed you?


This is a dedication to my goddess' power and dark beauty. <i>Homey</i> is not the first word that comes to mind.


Such childishness does not become allies.


Should have worn better boots.<br>


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


I fear it is needed. I am hunting a wicked evil. A beast that prowls the night.


Most excellent.


You are in for a treat, my otherworldly friend. There is no city in the Realms like Baldur's Gate.


*He procured several parts of a gullet, but rinsed one in error. The poison he brewed was noxious - but not fatal.*


Effort v11


We know all about 'is secret hideout by now, so let's see what else ya can make 'im say.


*Your body is racked by agony, but you push through it, carefully tracking the movement and position of every tear and slice.*


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


But Shadowheart? I have no idea. How do you think our little enigma would taste?


One day, I will achieve ascension, and I will revel in the psalms sung in Vlaakith's court.


The Nightsong is dead. Permanently.


C'mon, you know what I want.


Locked - and no keyhole in sight. This must open by other means.


That's true, isn't it? My crew gave those nasty little shites as good as they got.


Right. Let's get this article nice and loose... There. You'll need to find a replacement piece, of course. Make sure it's a good one.


*You'll have to see it after dark, of course - when murder, theft, and all manner of lust and debauchery rule the night.*


Stabilio!


Quite the welcome.


I must keep out of sight.


*And you feel answers. She knows more about your condition.*


No. I'm <i>proud </i>of you. I know Arabella would be too.


Very well. First, you need to continue onwards into the Lower City.


No judgement. It's hard to know the right thing. Better to let others do the thinking, eh?


You're not... not blessed?


No matter. This is still the safest place to hide.


<i>Still bitter after all these years. But we did what was best for him - for all of us.</i>


Those claws look sharp - stay clear, unless you wish to trip on your own entrails.


Tell me - what became of my pride? What became of Moonrise Towers?


This is a ritual killing. And the murderer wanted it found.


If you continue to disappoint me, I will find my own path. Alone.


<i>She is not! </i>Look, get lost, all right? You're letting this hero stuff go to your head.


My power walks with you.


Possibly. But I wager there's something deeper at work here.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


Too busy to make a coffin for a <i>child?</i>


Meaning that in the games of generals and dukes, we're not even pawns, just dust on the board.


Ut ventus!


I'm Dammon. You helped me and mine out of a few scrapes - first with the druids, then at Last Light Inn.


*As a young warrior on K'liir, you'd never once questioned your queen.*


<i>Geraldus. </i>You spoiled Orin's surprise. We'll deliver you alive for that.


The true Ravengard still lives within. If Minsc could be freed from his fleshy prison, then so can the Duke!


Well, 'urry up. I got all the time in the world. You don't.


Hang on. I'll set you free.


Apologies, True Soul. I already lost a lot of blood durin' the fight - an' I still have to see the shrine finished.


Fair enough.


It seems I misjudged you. I thought we might have a future together - even an eternity - but perhaps you're not worthy.


Not everyone made it out alive.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


No jig I know could keep up with you.


Stay close to me, Connor - all right?


Ah!


Meet me there if you've anything more to report. And <i>good luck</i>.


A pity. Perhaps you can find a way to correct that - better to have a light purse than a heavy heart.


That water looks tainted. Better to avoid it.


There is one way to leave here alive, darling. Play with me? Pretty please? I'd hate to have to kill you.


I can think of a thing or two... but in truth, it is for the best that the curse consumes my thoughts for now. This is the best chance I've had in a century - I cannot squander it.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v3


But the creepy monster thing...


You got a name?


Not your best moment.


I suppose we'll need to find somewhere higher up.


The goblin knows nothing of the <i>ghaik. </i>This is a waste of time.


Very well.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


Diminuo te!


Haha! I really know how to lay it on thick, don't I? Ah well. What can I say? I'm excited to be alive. And excited about what's to come.


My wounds are too much to bear.


What's this?


That should do it. Time to see what's back there.


Who would be jealous of you, apprentice?


I didn't think a little game would sting so much when I agreed to this... but you're right.


Look forward to reading 'bout them in the next edition.


These tunnels were full of shapeshifters. Father Lorgan's name is written here too.


Where's the last of the bloody smokepowder? <br>


Down you go - entrance is behind the wardrobe. You'll find a key in one of the crates.


What just happened? Where <i>am</i> I?


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


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


Littl'un found his folks gutted. Didn't see it happen, though, thank the gods. City's home to some proper sick bastards.


You're fine.


Not the worst technique, priest. Good wrist movement, lots of enthusiasm...


*You feel a rush of power, dark and insidious - something prevents the corpse from answering.*


Keep your blind Gondian - I have no use for broken things. But know that I will not rest until this city is rid of the Gondians and their bootlickers.


Karlach's fled Avernus on the same ship you hitched a ride on.


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


The devil's fallen. Raphael will be pleased.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


At once.<br>


Most would be unwise to linger in these shadows.


Come now! This is a night for celebration, not suspicion.


It might've been better if he stayed away.


But we should depart. Are they ready to leave?


*Her gaze betrays nothing.*


'Annihilate'.


Yes... I remember it all. I remember <i>them </i>- my parents.


*Calmness greets you upon exiting the submersible. Unlike the Iron Throne, you remain intact.*


Because what... Mayrina wants... only hag... can give.


You too? Shar take you both, then!


As a person? Would that be so much to ask?


Thank you, very helpful. But I can't risk it. There's something valuable in here.


Won't be long now. One more trip, then we can <i>really </i>rest.


Of course, I needed protection.


Lead me from my cell, escort me out of Wyrm's Rock.


Oh no (!). You're bleeding.


I was. Good job they beat the subversion out of you.


This Prize is no payment, but a sign of reverence towards you.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v3


Hmm - a steel mould. Used in forges to cast armour and weapons.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


I will find you, Karlach. And you will meet my blade.


We shall win this, my love.


Something's alive down here. I'm not sure I want to meet it.


<i>You </i>don't, perhaps. Not everyone is as brave.


What about this.<br>


This lake of blood again. It's even bigger up close.


First, come closer. Hands up.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


My Lord, I offer you these souls so they may return as servants to your cause.


I have just the thing.


We are... free? But where will we go? How will we feed?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


The Guild owns this city.


*Lady Shar's parting words echo with resurgent power - your sacrifice of the Nightsong has strengthened her. Her grip tightens on the lands. The Selûnite enclave at haven shall be no more...*


That is true, but matters not.


We apologise. We never meant to disrupt any plans.


I won't keep you, True Soul. Always Her work to be done.<br>


<i>Our</i> Father.


<i>I've killed in her name before. Why now? Why isn't the wine helping?</i>


Expello te!<br>v3


Check the Warden's office, in the centre of the prison. Miss High-and-Mighty keeps the good stuff close.


Sniff, Boo. The smell of fey? Despair? Damp armpit? This place is home to a <i>hag</i>.


Effort v2


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Don't group me with the likes of them!


PainTeeth<br>var 1


I understand, truly. All I need is you. The rest is just details.


Fuck yes - let's do it! I want to crush something evil.


Everyone wants a piece of this forge.


I take it there's a more pressing issue you wish to discuss?


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


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


*Mizora eyes you silently. She wants to speak with Wyll.*


There - there's one by the grand mausoleum. Down the steps, past the fountain.


If I can.


We've found Orin's home base. And a house of horrors it is.


The new contract is enough. That, and my sparkling disposition.


Scorched ground - better watch out.


Hm. Wonder if that's of any use.


Use the tadpole - dominate the brain!


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Tight fit. I won't be getting back in that way.


Dying Burning


Listen here.


You will? Well... thank you. I appreciate it.


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


I'm alive, ain't I? What's not to like.


I admit, I did love the person you were, but I understand why you made this choice.


Forward. The Netherbrain must fall before the Prince of the Comet can grace the Astral Sea.


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


S-slaves? Look, I don't want no trouble. Just take your coin, and -


I've heard reports that <i>ghaik </i>are operating here on an unprecedented scale. They must not be allowed to gain a foothold.


Speak to the Emperor if you must. But it will cajole you with empty promises, coax you with lies. There is only one answer it deserves:


It seems the Absolute still has a great deal to teach me.


Nothing out there will taste as good as the alternatives, but I'll make do. Sweet dreams.


A field of research I am glad exists - it will be of immense value for those exposed to it on a more regular basis.


Do not get too comfortable just yet. I will want a <i>full </i>report - everything you learned during your time with the cult.


No, saer. We abandoned our farm when the Absolute army marched in.


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!


Remember: you are loved, Lenore. So much.


Vivat crescat floreat!


Mind? I'm grateful.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


He must have returned to the grove.


Scab-licking vagrant!


The Absolute's armies are on the march - and Baldur's Gate is their target.


Neverwinter, Jewel of the North. I wonder if the cult of the Absolute has influence there as well.


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


Witness, the man behind the corruption.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Don't like the sound of that. I thought we were finding the Nightsong, not something bloody.


M. Kurwin. The late courier from the forest had a note that mentioned the same name.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


An ordinary lamp. Not a trace of magic on it.


You wound me, Ontur. Truly.


What is this liquid?


Voco glacies!<br>v2


Let's make this quick.


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


Faster - ahahaha - CAN'T CATCH ME! Faster!


I pray the spawn stay low. Otherwise who knows what terror they will wreak.


What are you thinking?


Voco spicae!
v3


What a picture you pain. Quite detailed, quite colourful. Quite <i>unnecessary</i>.


Pulchrior!


He was turned from a red squirrel to a grey, all by one shocking sight. Minsc thinks you owe him an apology.


It is time - let us end this.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Karlach... you must have a lot to think about, just now. If you need time to yourself, take it.


Was that a click I heard? There's something about these plaques...


*You look at your companions. Resting. Helpless. How badly do you need to know?*


Not the cheeriest of inns, this place. But I suppose the mortal peril lurking just past the firelight is liable to put a dampener on the mood.


Fungal spores... careful. Myconids are rightfully protective.


Rank, malodorous pustule.


What is it with you young people and this need to investigate <i>everything</i>.


Gored to death, by the look of it.


Didst think the other gods would not notice?


*Someone's reported a disarmed trap nearby. You may wish to clarify your purpose here.*


Is that Rolan? I thought he had better sense than this.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Rolan!


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Do as you will. You can pierce my flesh, but my heart beats on, forever.


The sculptures, the paintings, the walls enlivened by the spines of a thousand books.


The lich queen fears nothing more than the loss of her empire. The knowledge I have of her deception will bring that about.


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


Well if <i>someone</i> hadn't almost gotten herself caught, it would've been a bit less dicey... but I suppose she tries her best.


The dragonborn... He's working for the hag.


What's happening?!


I am sorry for your loss, but - oh, you're back?


This plane is a blister of corruption.


I'm willing to spend the rest of my life figuring you out.


Be split and spilt before his Throne!


Another missive.


Changed your mind? Offer's still there. Go on - have a swing.


I punish evil and minor annoyances equally.


No. Get out. GET OUT!


No prayers needed. On my way.


Well. There is always next time.


Carefully, now...


That feeling... Shar reaches out to me.


<i>I accept your assessment. You would have been an excellent helpmate in my exploration of what it is to live. But perhaps we are both of us too... changed.</i>


It is frustrating that he is so incurious. I believe he is capable of greater things than he realises.


Now, where was I - Derryth!


She was. And still is. You've saved us. Now save yourself. You'll be out of Shar's reach, and we'll be at peace.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


This guy looks like he had a long, long, <i>long </i>night. Might be best to keep him happy for now.


I should grab that.<br>


You, Gortash and I will ignite the final spark, my son. And that is the greatest of goods.


He is chief advisor to General Ketheric and one of the Absolute's favoured. His necromancy is second only to the General's - it is an honour to serve him.


I will remember the fights we fought together, but my next fights will be without you.


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


*Your head whispers vengeance: you cannot wait to slice your way forth, seeking whatever wrought this tragedy upon you.*


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Still only merregon remains, though. Whatever commanded them, I'm not sure it's dead.


Come to bask in the glow of the Moonmaiden's sword? Be most welcome.


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


Confounding inventions. Who can take joy in something that terrifies animals?


An easy fix. Hopefully.


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


The butcher calls.


What do we have here?


It needs to draw power from a host. How very illithid.


Recovered


Let them think that. There is a short path from saviour to ruler - a short and <i>bloody</i> path. I know it well, and we will walk it together.


Hm. What was she trying to summon?<br>


Make way!


No - my love. You can't.


We unburden people of the suffering in their hearts: melancholy, anger, self-doubt, troubling memories, and of course grief...


PainTeeth<br>var 1


I said <i>get lost</i>, hero.


Then perhaps I might be able to interest you in a rather special piece I've just completed. It's become unexpectedly available.


By the hells, is that... a lava elemental? <br>


Angry little creature, isn't she?


You protected a child-stealing vampire? Bold choice.


Just give the word.


No. Come closer - feed the new flesh.


This thing is chained up tight - hold on.


Indeed.


Oh yes.


Seems the mad drow wasn't the only one searching for this forge.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v2


I said, some people have all day to spend talking to bank clerks!


The correct outcome.


Let's see the gold.


Do what you must. But I'd sooner butcher the <i>ghaik</i> than entertain its lies.


Really, I must insist on delivery of my order!


Defying Mystra, declaring that he'll rule the Karsite Weave - I didn't know Gale had it in him.


Once I've eaten your heart, you as you know yourself will be gone.


Breathe, you're a Gondian - just disarm the collars. But what if I make a mistake? What if set it off? What if - oh god.


So what can I do for you?


Halsin? Halsin!<br>


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.


Maybe. I didn't think it would bite me back.


I won't leave you behind.


Eager for battle.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


What does that mean?


What d'you mean?


I have been more than generous in my dealings with you, and if you'd only listened, the brain would be dead, and you'd be sampling the contents of my wine cellar even now.


We meet Her... we ascend...


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


I was just thinking of someone I miss terribly who looks a lot like you. But you're not them, so move along.


<i>Was it something I said? Never mind.</i>


We're... in the Underdark. I'm <i>home.</i>


How does this <i>pastry</i> taste worse the second time?


There, Sarevok amassed an army and sought to become a god. Under his stewardship, the Bhaal Temple was revived, and with it, the Bhaal cult itself.


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


Someone kill beer. No more fun - I smash him.


I get my locket back and you'll have no trouble from me.


Damn - back to the beginning.


Tormentum...    (Whispered version.)


A portrait of Gortash. His smile looks more genuine rendered in paint than it does in the flesh.


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


I smell the stink of Balthazar. Bring him to me.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


Nature speaks to me. Birds report what they've seen. And I've overheard goblins speaking of it, too. Moonrise is at the heart of all this, I'm sure of it.


Victory<br>


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Buddy's been practising day and night for this next trick! What kind of friend would I be if I spoiled his grand finale?


Farm... near... Baldur's Gate...


<i>Once the Grand Design is ended, kill me. It is the very least you can do. </i>


We are begging help from you? After your pet spawn killed Gandrel?


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


They are called innards - not out-on-the-ground-ards. Idiot.


I knew we were a strange band, but a fugitive from the Hells? Now that's someone worth knowing.


My colleague's in charge - go bother him with any fashion queries. I've got stock to sort.


This is your saga, my friend. And I hope I shall have the honour of documenting its happy conclusion.


You served <i>this</i> to Lady Jannath? It's RAW!


PLEASE!


I didn't despair because the city has a secret guardian, a wyrm that sleeps beneath. He can be called upon in times of great need.


Let them think they chose their fate - it is better, I find.


Marriage, Wyll? I thought you'd have learned not to get trapped by devious contracts.


But if Mizora means to linger with us, I mean to find out if devils do indeed sleep - and just how heavily.


That was a phase spider. Better watch out, it might come back.


Body parts? Is this some kind of... display?


That <i>thing</i> came from below. We need to find out where it took Ketheric.


And what of the Stone Lord, when all of this is done?


Yes yes give me agony. Pluck me bone from socket. Stroke me with a jagged edge until my skin shreds wet and red.


That is incredible. We're incredible. We're <i>spectacular</i>.


*Your guilt is safe, for now.*


A drow...? Erm, I mean, glory to you, sir.


We have lost much already. And we will lose more before the day is out.


Lae'zel thinks I have something important to her people. She's deluded, clearly.


Welcome to Danthelon's Dancing Axe. Our stock isn't 'used' - it's tried and tested by the finest adventurers.


It's no use. Can't reach him like this.


Charge! But charge <i>quietly</i>.


You've been seen with a certain Harper. Grey of hair, somewhat spiky of manner?


What's in here?


Omnia mutantur!


Anyway, how can I help you?


*Within the crystal, you see the devil Raphael sipping from a goblet of blood-red wine. He smiles as he catches your eye - can he see you?*


Not another word! Back to work - all of you! We've a battle to prepare for!


Do not rush me.


You took my prince from me, from his people.


Aqua pura!<br>v2


The magic's been dispelled from that book on flumphs. Let's see what's inside.


Stay alert, 'Lorina.


*Your heart seizes. What if the creature noted your presence at the crash site?*


And may your mind be of steel so your blade may be of silver, <i>T'lak'ma Ghir</i>.


The distinction's lost on me, if you still feed on blood.


I'm not half as mysterious as you might think. Respect my privacy, my opinion, keep us focused on finding a cure...


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_Min1:31_GnashedTeethReaction<br>var 2


Careful - for a serpent in life is a serpent in death.


Master Halsin and I were tracking them, studying them, trying to figure out what the hells was going on.


You don't have to shoulder this burden alone.


Ugh. If I must.


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


Twit, twat, twerp.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


Must I?


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


You are worthy.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


Do hurry up and speak with Mystra, won't you? Curiosity might kill cats, but I assure you tardiness <i>torments </i>the tressym.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


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


Weak


<i>Gith'ka tavkim krash'ht.</i> Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.


Victory v2


You're the one set to consume his soul, I hear.


But now it seems you've turned on both the Mother Superior and Lady Shar...


*Your mind reassembles the symbols and a story takes shape.*


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


*Sniff.*


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


Effort v5


The General will call that a 'tactical retreat', I'm sure. But you have him on the run.


Fine. Enter. If you are lying, <i>Kith'rak</i> Therezzyn will make short work of you.


Now move. You are wasting time.


Dying Burning


Gah - we never get anything! C'mon. Let's see if we can snatch that stupid chicken.


By Gith's eternal grace...


*Drop a coin, take a flower. May Chauntea's blessings be upon you, child.*


Effort


Woman... beautiful... couldn't look away...


I just need some light... just need to be free of this dark...


Gale will be all right, right? Of course he will. He's Gale. If he can take a hit from Mystra, he can take it from you.


You can't believe them, Marcus. Ketheric will never give you whatever it is you've been promised.


*Growl.*


I'm sorry, I just... I don't know what else to <i>do</i>. They say you need coin to enter the city. For bribes.


I just want a little look.


You <i>enjoyed</i> it.


No effect. For the best, I think.


It's close. Ready yourself.


How painful the path is - well, that's up to them.


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


First coin's got the soul of a woman named Mavery.


Your time has come.


More for me.


*Her time is running short, and so too is your window to say goodbye.*


Are you a hero or a useless bum? <i>Move.</i>


Perfect spot for an ambush. Get into position.


Very well. Then approach, and be judged.


First you worry about the guards, now you're chatting to every stranger we see - there's no <i>time</i> Martina! We must complete our walk!


Kled doesn't like the mask.


Willing and able.


Scram before I give <i>you </i>something to care about.


*Another vision. Karlach's blade raised, slicing through devils - Zariel's servants - as her eyes dart around, seeking escape.*


Such high confidence for someone who reeks so distinctively of fear.


Thinking of trying to get into this barn? <i>Don't</i>.


Eh, no more games today, True Soul. We ain't worthy, what with the Absolute on your side and all.


A feast of conquests opens up before them now.


<i>Agh! </i>That stings.


And you - you are an abomination twice over. You carry a <i>ghaik</i> parasite. And you harbour the Heretic Prince Orpheus.


A bit of patience is all I ask.


*Father claws into your heart and stops it for a single moment. As you begin to fear for your life, you know his love is close.*


You're killing me here, lady. You really are.


I'm talking.


I... cannot. I am the last of us left to do the rites. I <i>must </i>do the rites.


This will heal you.


Hang on! Minsc is on his way!


Shadowheart was - well, she and I - *sigh*.


I can? That's good, because I like you. You're nice, like Thrumbo.


Art thou certain?


Dying Panic Fall


Effort


*Your minds join and your two selves become one. You can feel the knife in your hand, but also see the scars on your back.*


PainPretend<br>var 3


Well. After you.


That was not what I expected to see today.


Who else is gonna be wandering around in the dark?


INTRUDER! In MY NEST!<i> </i>This area was meant to be SAFE! Xavier, get behind mummy.


The Emperor might be right, but we're not out of options yet.


What's the matter? Are you frightened of your fate?


Ah - the drow corpse spoke of this book. Disguised by magic, it seems.


Keep him safe. Listen to him coo. 'Til I gets hungry or some such.


You... are not Jaheira.


Have you back on your feet soon.


Effort v4


*You feel a cold hand caress your mind as the drow appraises you.*


As for those wretches in the cells - if I don't get my freedom, neither do they.


The Underdark - a foolish place to hide contraband, even for a Zhent.


*Mizora's dissolved your warlock skills, just as she promised. But you will triumph with a sword in your hand and a bow at your back.*


Please, stay with me.<br>


What a joy, this life we're about to make, this story we're about to write - every chapter more thrilling than the last.


She put this thing in my chest and set me to work. I never found out what Gortash got in exchange.


Recovered <br>V4


Cresceat scientia!<br>v3


<i>If you require it on another occasion, merely ask.</i>


What in the Hells - I never knew any of this was here.


The fire - hurry! Get this thing off of me!


Locked from the inside.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


Saer.


Gorging on food and drink before killing in honour of Shar - disgusting.


If you say Minsc must swing the goblin a little longer, then that is what he shall do.


This portrait's warded with some kind of necrotic magic. Rudimentary, but effective.


I did hear something interesting, though. There are shades that plague the path to the Towers - shades that fear not steel, but light.


Last I checked, you were the only one of us tied to a leash.


Go rub your rat, soft-skull.


The Grand Design is what all <i>ghaik</i> seek. The restoration of the Illithid Empire, which spanned the entirety of the multiverse.


Looks empty.


Our return to Baldur's Gate will usher in a new era for the Ironhand Gnomes. The realm deserves the benefit of our genius.


Back on mortal soil once more. I can't believe I saw her, after all this time...


Do you adventure in broom closets? I want a saga.


I'm flattered. Will you be bringing dead rats and birds to my tent now that we share a camp?


That's not the point - you shouldn't have to 'put up with it'.


Now it is your turn on the slab. Your turn to watch the veins split and bones break.


Funny. Very funny.


Let us talk later.


Sorry, True Soul. Meat ain't ready yet - dwarves take an <i>age</i> to roast.


Yes he does. A mercenary are you?


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


Most would've turned tail at the sight. But not Liam, no - he <i>charged</i> them, the stupid bastard.


Kagha's a piece of work. Let's see if your wit surpasses your might.


Stultissime!


*You offer appears to be of interest - best make it a good one.*


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


I... I don't know what to say.


Stuck in place.


Siccut cattus!<br>v2


Fool. No point in showing a mad dog kindness - it'll still bite you in the end.


All right.


What in the hells happened here?


Are you quite sure?


Non fit injura!<br>v2


We needed Wulbren. Nimble needed him.


Already gone. What will the amulet make of this...


We have discussed matters like this before. You recall what the better part of valour is...?


I'm so used to my body being used as a tool to get what someone else wants. But I'm free now. It shouldn't be like that.


We'll blow the horn to draw them in, and pray our fire-arrows strike true.


How many goblins have you fought?


I see no Nightsong. Surely you wouldn't have entered my tower without the Nightsong in hand. <i>Surely </i>my worthless apprentice wouldn't have allowed you to waste my time.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Acidum!


Odd.


Did you see that bloody ghoul at the entrance? Sniffing us, of all things! What kind of circus is this?


Lucky those bandits valued their own hides over their loot.


All behind me, of course. Now I only require the gold for, ah, sustenance.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


No. But the snake is dead. That's all that matters.


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


Why, only the truth - that you bear the blame for your father's untimely demise.


I'm not going to argue with you but pray you never find out.


<i>Beware, a solitary rat may be trivial, but a swarm is dangerous.</i>


Take the torch, withstand the elements, <i>prove your courage.</i>


You all right, Gale? Looking a little shadowy about the gills.


No hard feelings. Boo picks my pockets whenever I buy nuts.


Chasing... mystery...  riddle... <i>lie</i>... the Adamantine Forge...


Another gem. They must be used for something.<br>


Glad I stuck my neck out for you in Haven. The General was very pleased with Isobel's return. Don't worry, I told him <i>all </i>about you.


You had something to do with the light, right? I <i>knew</i> it - this is the end for Ketheric. Stock up while you can!


I used to believe the beauty of first love was unable to be surpassed.


<i>Ghaik</i> machinery. Cold as the Sea of Night, alien as time to the Astral Plane. Avert your eyes, close your mind.


Please! I can hardly hear myself think over the pair of you.


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


There should be a Harper's stash here someplace, if that letter's to be believed.


Unless someone swiped it.


You know, darling, I think we are going to have a lot of fun together.


Best get in and out.<br>


I can't linger in this darkness - I'm weakening by the moment.


I know the battle is outside, but there's peace here. And I'm tired of fighting.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


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


<i>K'chakhi!</i> Why do you keep hesitating? My instructions were clear!


*Day after day, the bullies would await you. But you would not give in. Whatever they did, you would return in kind, blow for blow. Your knuckles ached. Your lip bled. But you stood tall.*


A good opportunity.


But you're too fresh for this place, aren't you? You've got the stench of the Hells about you - the stench of home. And a whiff of the surface besides.


A weapon is only an asset for as long as it isn't pointed at you.


Feather in my cap that I lasted this long.


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


I just want a little look.


Think you can take me on?


Deadlier than ever.


Hurt


Oh, save your fangs for someone who thinks you might actually use them.


A mephit?!


The flames have been extinguished. A torch is no good in this place.


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


No wonder this lava lake is churning. It is one with the elemental inside.<br>


A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it.


I do want you to help me, yes. But I am <i>not </i>exaggerating.


You might want to consider putting those skills of yours at Lord Gortash's disposal - every little helps.


Godsdamned <i>dwarf</i>. What are you doing on Gekh's raft?


Does this mean she is Ketheric Thorm's daughter? But she's alive...


Said it from the start. Shouldn't have trusted those... <i>people.</i>


Just this once.


What is <i>that</i>?


Come see me before then, if you wish. I was working as quartermaster. I can sell you some things to aid you... and we can catch up.


Recover your strength.


Dance. And when you do, think of me.


Wasn't expectin' any drow to join us... an honour, sir.


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


*There is no response, and you know why - Bhaal will accept the world from you, and nothing less.*


Go on - the others will kill me if I keep you all to myself.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Hells. That skull's teeth are starting to chatter...


Mortem tuum sum!


My dear, you're much more boring than I gave you credit for.


Well. A broodmother looks forward, never back. I am First Druid now. And I <i>will</i> keep my children safe.


Moonrise Towers... if this is indeed the very centre of the Absolute's schemes, then the source of our problem must be in here somewhere.


It's not your time.


I intend to.


Do not forget that you are mine. <i>Forever.</i>


Scab-licking vagrant!


Glacies!


She should cut her losses. He ain't never coming back.


Don't let this happen again.


The Dark Lady, defaced by some foul mark.


What do I have to lose?


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


A kind offer - but to accept it would be no kindness at all, I assure you.


All I ask is that you do not waste them.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


I could stand to hear the details, if you have them. I do not think we have much time.


You'regoingtodieyou'regoingtodieyou'regoingtodie-


This is nothing but junk!


VO_SFX : Downed v2


Don't give it to him.


A minor hindrance.


Enjoy your newfound power while you can, my lady. Such mortal pleasures will all be lost in the end. Lady Shar wills it.


Whoever did it left quite some claw marks. Maybe the missing druid?


*A whole land, embraced by Lady Shar's umbral strength. A place where her Dark Justiciar forces could hold sway, if she willed it.*


Do not speak his name!


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Whatever comes of this, we <i>cannot</i> allow the Crown to be reforged in Raphael's image.


<i>And yet you hurt them. </i>


How tedious.


I... I can go and get back up.


Refuse me, and you'll learn what happens to those who defy Bhaal's doctrine. So will your friend.


Effort v8


Perhaps the writer of this tome was a particularly generous necromancer. Or perhaps they had other motives for allowing it to be read so easily.


Omnia mutantur!


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


Scuttle away, lizard. Before I cut off your tail.


<i>The ring possessed no ability to interfere with your tadpole's stasis. You were in no more danger than before. However, I understand you are disappointed.</i>


More of the same.


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Aha - see Boo's fur wiggle in the wind? There is something more behind that wall.<br>


But things have changed. You have changed.


If it was the Absolute's will.


Well - I imagine you have business in Moonrise to take care of.


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


Ale me!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


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


<i>I... </i>We already look weak. If you're seen to be forgiving debts -


The Council's naming Lord Gortash as Archduke.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


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


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


Hideous?


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Damn, completely stuck. I wonder when it was used last.


You carry strange tidings. Strange indeed.


The Crown of Karsus.


Surrendering a powerful ally to this preening wizard does not seem wise.


Got a moment? I've got work for someone like you.


Effort v5


Leads into the Undermountain, you see - full of death, danger, and vast amounts of treasure. Hard to resist.


So Kagha is involved with the Shadow Druids. That certainly explains things.


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


Yet you snubbed my warning and brought my Iron Throne to ruin.<br>


Honestly, you have no sense of fun.


*Each day brings you closer to finding the Heart of the Absolute. The source of Mystra's fear. And, for you, perhaps her forgiveness...*


Just look at this place. The evidence speaks for itself.


You have saved Kagha from herself. I cannot thank you enough.


A life worth saving.


They won't exactly let us starve to death!


Always room for more.


Yeah, 'cause she did a <i>great</i> job protecting Mol.


Hmph. Humans. What did they expect?


You say you have had many lovers, Astarion. If that is true, where are they now?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Sine metu!<br>v3


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


For a moment - a moment only - I was weak. No longer.


*You feel a presence in your head - the <i>kith'rak</i>'s presence. Your tadpole recoils defensively.*


What're you looking at? Move.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I've got what you need.


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


I give it a tenday before the Zhentarim have us marching around in uniform.


*Warm air; rustling leaves. A perfect night to sleep under the stars.*


You abandoned me... You left me the slave of the puny Chosen, used to bind this world...


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


<i>FOOL. Without all three stones, we have no hope of dominating the brain.</i>


She'll pay handsomely for its safe return... but what's inside that she cares about so much?<br>


That's Shar, right? Shadowheart may want to have a look.


That stone looks mighty odd. Someone's been messing with it.


Maior, fortior!


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Attack<br>var 4


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Cool. Seriously cool. My favourite fireworks colour is, like, dark violet, because it's the most cool.


We still have the tadpole - we could become illithid and assimilate Orpheus.


Better stay back. One strike could be lethal.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Look at that - rock gouged like it was nothing.


Lies, lies, and more lies. You <i>chose </i>this horror show. You should have left me tied to that infernal windmill. At least then I would've died without these horrible images in my mind.


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


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


Come out, come out, little mimic...


Isobel is dead. But <i>you </i>live - you who were content to leave me in the thrall of foul Ketheric Thorm.


He was a good Harper. A good friend...


I'll start from the beginning. We'll take it slow.


What's with all the tanks?


<i>Not all mind flayers are alike.</i>


Have you <i>heard</i> what those refugees have been up to? Murder and worse!


Of course we're off the record and this conversation never happened.


*An enchanted mirror. Raw magic leashed to a bauble. Almost sad.*


If you hadn't saved me from that mob, I'd be penning a Guide to the Afterlife, based on first-hand experience.


What are we doing to do now? She's gone. Master Halsin's missing. We're exposed.


A night such as this calls for flesh to feast on. And I have chosen the sweetest.


...<i>and may the wind carry you to mount's peak.</i> Until we meet again.


Mummy...


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


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


Always.


Voco araneae!


Be ready. I suspect Raphael will throws a tantrum when the other children touch his toys.


Looks like Father Lorgan's help wasn't quite enough.


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


*The House of Grief.*


I've been trying to cheer them up, we're writing a song together. But I think they're just humouring me...


As you wish.


What? Really? That's all you can spare? Waukeen weeps.


Rite of the Timeless Body'. Some druidic practice? Jaheira may know.


It was a lifetime ago. And for all our victories, the world is no more balanced than when we began.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


How you screamed as my knife slit your skull, your brain juices sticky and sweet.


And how does that help me? Or is it just to help <i>him</i>?


Astarion's no fool. If he dared to feast on the girl, he'd have disposed of the evidence.


Traps within traps. There's got to be a way out.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Closed Mouth Effort v8


You sniffing where you ain't oughta be, friend. Might have to take that nose.


There have been whispers about you, sister. About your faith, your loyalty... your company.


Dying Freezing to Death


Let me help.


Hells. They've taken the Blade to his final frontier.


Every breath here is painful - do not waste effort on idle words.


Our son, the city's saviour Enver Gortash, was slain by Absolutist conspirators.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Must be thorough.


She's toying with me. What does she want?


I think it's time you shut your gob. <i>Buddy.</i>


Never said she was an angel, did I? But she sure as hells didn't have horns on her head!


You could watch out for anyone acting strangely, but... well, you know the lunatics we camp with.


Macesce!


Let my daughter go - right now.


Whoever lives here has dangerous hobbies. These toys can't ever reach childrens' hands.<br>


*The room swims back into focus. Your mind is intact, yet unfamiliar. Inside it, the tadpole lives on. And you feel <i>different.</i>*


You took from us, and thought I wouldn't notice? I will take back what is rightfully ours.


Risus abundat!<br>v2


Please - can't... can't get out...


Should you be fortunate, you may see Crèche K'liir tumble past.


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


Not yet, <i>kainyank.</i>


Master made sparky mad! Master is stupid!


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


Maybe I should stay crouched forever.


Here come those who seek to transcend. Aspirants of his most profane order - the would-be Unholy Assassins of Bhaal.


In Her name, Her design.


Fiat lux!<br>v3


No. I want <i>proof</i>. If someone else killed Lorgan, I want you to tell me why they did it.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


If you can find this place, I'll wager it will reveal a more direct path to Moonrise Towers, and may bypass the worst of the shadow curse.


Come now, it's but a scratch!


A charming effort - but you can't fool me.


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


Baldur's Gate will be your grave, brigand.


Elturel. It wasn't near as big as the Gate even <i>before</i> half of it burned up in the Hells.


*His dark eyes stare at you, eager for this danger to be banished.*


<i>Can't be 'ere to see the True Souls. Those types don't even bother to </i>wait<i>.</i>


Sounds familiar. When our city fell into Avernus, Zariel's commanders put me to work in their forges.


*Rasp.*


Oh yes, it's a <i>tragedy </i>what happened to Lord Gortash, to be sure. But on the other hand...


And return him to Baldur's Gate, no doubt?


Enough. Speak only to me, True Soul. The hunt must begin.


Why do you insist on such grand notions, so far removed from reality?


Note this trunk of lies.


Nothin' personal.


Ethel... bring husband... bring back... my Connor.


*It greets you with a harrowing elegy, cheerless as the new moon.*


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Something's off. Pure shadow - around me, inside me.


Blood it shall have to be.


Afraid not. What I have to show you requires us to be its only witness, and our minds to share in the most exquisite concentration.


*You've been spotted helping the prisoners. Prepare to defend yourself.*


Dodge


Fulgur!


If Nine-Fingers survived the fray, she will be right back to work in there. We ought to speak to her.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Very well - she may go. Break your word, and my serpent shall feed. <i>Ssifisv</i> - Teela, to me.


Such a splendid deed deserves a splendid reward, and there's no better reward in the hells than the pleasures and pains of the flesh.


Still, you gave Mattis' ring back. Taught him a lesson doing it, too.


The quest for power has driven lesser men than Ketheric to worse cruelties.


Effort


Falling<br>var 2


We are the greatest engineers in the realm - you need us to maintain the Steel Watch!


It is sufficient to say - you will not be harmed.


Have you indeed? That's splendid.


Pernicious, putrefying pissant!


You act a fighter, but a fool's a fool.


The vines won't last forever. I don't - I don't s'pose I can stay with you?


Or maybe that will be too much? Too much.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


A curious mask. It's almost cute.


Morio!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Don't give them a step!


Simple enough, no? So let us be about it!


It vexes me to know of you.


So go. Be great.


I can't hold it any longer!


A prayer sheet. With the same symbol as the one on the chest.


Dum vita est, spes est!


Not just now. I need a moment.


And nice as it would have been to share this with a partner, I'm glad I get to share it with a friend.


That's not to say there aren't parts I wished were different... but I suppose that's how you know when you've done something of value - when you know what you sacrificed to achieve it.


Quit knocking around in there!


I recognise her. Poor thing. Wonder what happened to that relic of hers.


Now, shall we bid one another goodbye?


That's the Absolute's power. The <i>General's </i>power.


Ah!


Meenlocks! Their eyes are sensitive - light or fire is my friend.


Take care.


Pft - I've made it this far, ain't I? Better than some of the adults.


Bet I can crack that open.


What in the hells - get back!


What to choose?<br>


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


Shit.


Worth a look.<br>


*Forge your blade in the fires, and raise it in the Mistress' name.*


I have something of a feline nature. I do not like getting wet, and I will gladly scratch out your eyes if you annoy me.


I heard birdsong, at dusk, coming here. You don't know what it's like to hear that music again after so long without... thank you.


Kiai


Effort v6


Ex nihilo!


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


But if you can't stop the hex, Kled will take care of her. Feeding, shearing, scratching behind her ears - Kled will do his best.


I'd say the swamp is a breath of fresh air compared to the hag, but... not really.


This mirror... it's so familiar. I've stood before one like it before. Felt its magic. What did it do...?


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


You are like Dribbles. You chose to save her - from herself. She will not thank you - but I do.


The master will be so angry that you missed the ritual. He will do such terrible, terrible things to you.


But she does not. If the illithids would ever rise to power again, she would be incapable of stopping them.


When I heard they had a drow... gods, but I can't believe we did it. You did it.


*The teachings elude you.*


Tell me, Lae'zel, when you say we might be 'purified' at your crèche, what does that mean exactly?


Go bat your eyelashes at the Lady's Court. Pick the wrong pocket. Anything for some action - <i>please</i>.


It's as I feared. You've lost your senses.


Dying Freezing to Death


Dribbles taught me everything I know.


Dunno what I expected. That much gold for some long-lost relic buried in the arse-end of nowhere.


Nice boat - I wonder what it's doing here?


Lady Shar's will shall be done - sure as night shall fall!


Gods. I'm not sure who to pity more for that display - you or the goblin.


I'm not as hopeful as Florrick. For my money, we're better off strategising without him.


He composed and carved that one over the course of a night. He made a lot of revisions as he went.


Flowers? How are they growing here, of all places?


We have little cause to talk. Leave me be.


Enter freely. You are welcome.


I'm slipping away. Help.<br>


Stop being so gentle.


Huh. Doesn't ring a bell. But all right! Must've had something important to say, if he came all this way. Good news, I hope.


Dead. Every last one.


Voracious, aren't we? Well, suck up all the magic you need, as long as you don't snack on a githyanki silver sword.


Because you needed to speak to it. Because it feels... correct. Fitting.


Risus abundat!


Hm. All right.


My heart isn't a toy, got it? Treat it like one and you're going to get burned. Badly.


There's no time - I need to get off this damned roof!


We prepare an army of our own. The Steel Watch will be mobilised.


Discover Ketheric's secret. Find out what it is that makes him invincible so we can strip him of his advantage.


((*the disease still festers. I will cut it out*))


I assure you, I am quite finished. Besides, it's plain to see that I'm well out of my depth here.


What a vicious looking creature. I swear its eyes are following me.


That vast, burning wreckage behind you somewhat contradicts your story, but here you stand, so who am I to argue?


Drunk


Brimming with parasites. I dread to think how many these could infect...


Whatever that look is - don't give it to me.


Well, so much for peace.<br>


We was looking for a relic. Had a contract to find it, and the fella who runs this place came along on the job with us.


Fuck you, Ethel, you miserable old bat. Fuck you for telling me I'd be an awful mum. That I was nothing but a 'pregnant half-wit'!


Something isn't right here. Look alive, soldier.


Voco flagella!


I am trained to embody eternal patience. You are pissing me off.


Let's get out of here before we stop to chat.


After that, we can team up. Take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


...warned...


This might unlock those controls next to the pod.


Any suffering it endures will therefore be worth it, for the child, perhaps for the whole of civilised society.


I know of a cure. Lend me your skills, and I will take you to it.


The Guild keeps order - and looks out for the little man.


When instructing a Gondian, my enthusiasm overtook me - I cut off her hand.


This champion holds the key to its defeat. Stand by for orders, Voss. Answer to her as you would answer to me.


Exac-tly wrong, my friend! I urge you to leave the fact-finding to experts, hmm?


In a hurry, are we?


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Well fuck <i>me</i>. It's you. From the nautiloid. <i>Please </i>tell me I found you before those so-called paladins of Tyr did.


Seems I can understand illithid script. Thank you, tadpole.


Now you hear me. Now you YIELD.


I will never let you fall.


*The monster's tentacles twitch weakly. It won't last much longer.*


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


My sweet, I thought you'd never ask.


It shall be done.


'Cause it makes me laugh! <i>Heh!</i>


Haha...


Dum vita est, spes est!


AS MAD AS A MUDSTAIN


<i>Such crude destruction may not waylay a larva like this. But there is another possibility.</i>


The Slayer form will be yours. Made crueller. Stronger. The prime incarnation of murder.


No choice but to keep going.<br>


Wait. One more thing - there are doppelgangers on our trail. One even went so far as to steal my face.


Anything of value?


You are a <b>spectacular specimen</b>.


Is that...? Hells - the shadows have taken Lae'zel.


Heh. Oi!


Fiddly things.


Hoho! SPICY. But Popper only likes getting smooshed by spicy drow, not orcy orcs. Sorry.


Let's go.


Recovered <br>V2


Didn't expect to see you again so soon. Keeping safe?


Gods... my head...


Might be worth checking Arfur's donations - looks like his generosity's compromised.


Well. Maybe the wine has clouded my wits a bit there. But the others were <i>hanged</i> - a nasty way to go.


You would do better to harness the power of that shadow magic than to destroy it.


Ab uno disce omnes!


Careful. If we're to conquer the brain, we need every stone.


<i>Thrall. Connect the nerves of the transponder. We must escape. Now.</i>


Just a trick, surely. We're being toyed with.


Excuse me, but I really am far too busy.


The heart is fraught, so let us begin with the joyous. When is he happiest?


Close your eyes, little ones. Be still as stone to earth. And remember to breathe.


Dammit all, we've got to get Halsin back. If that means killing Gortash, nothing would give me greater pleasure.


Well, you've earned that much. My Guildhall is open to you. Have a drink, Jaheira. Have a <i>rest</i>.


Quick and quiet.


Timmask and torchstalks. Hell of a combination.


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Funny how these things go.<br>


No. No. Dragon first. Pleasepleaseplease.


Mm, that heat feels nice. Forge must be near.


It is.


Glacies!


Not budging. There must be something here to unlock it.


Buff


I wish I could. But she alone knows what awaits her in Avernus, and she has made her choice.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers.


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


*Alfira, the Bard of the Emerald Grove. Her death weighs upon you still.*


Think ya can mess with me, huh? Think yer bein' funny?


Ah. Glorious. Your bond is sweeter than nature's dew. I see you. Know you. But do you know one another?


Only once. Did you know, In low-gravity settings, githyanki can maintain aerial suspension for hours at a time?


I - this isn't your problem, you know.


They're not attacking. Seems they think we're allies.


She couldn't wait to show off the scar to her friends at school.


*The ox calms, his tail swishing a satisfied arc.*


NO! Enough of the gods and their meddling - she will be PURE!


*Foster parents who cared for a lost Bhaalspawn? Dreams of your own future, before the awakening of the Urge?*


I will <i>not</i> know failure!


Voco glacies!


That bastard broke his nose! What is this place?


Tell you what: I will answer one question that you may have.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


If it is found, it could pose a risk to our operations.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Such pacts always collect their dues in the end. His suffering has only just begun.


Really? Fine, fine. I'm Bex - I was travelling to Baldur's Gate.


Grab a drink! I'm fairly certain it's all yours anyway.


I did miss that face, you know.


She hexed Mayrina in recompense - and everything we've done to try to lift it has been for naught.


Then you must tell the wizard you belong to me. I am sure he will survive - after all, he has been rejected by a goddess in the past.


Huh.


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


SmileOpen<br>var 1


You have given me a great gift, little warrior. Don't you find it oh-so-curious that you would spurn your Dark Lady? Perhaps you feel a stirring of the truth already.


We will be no one's fleshy vessel. Not again!


All right. Just stay close...


W'yk n'a v'ullin.


Let me see to those wounds.


I know a remedy. Release me, and I will share it.


Being? Telling! Tell Mig!


Their prisoner's gone - one of those adventurers, maybe. Might've fled for the grove.


Take my hand.


The slavers are gone - Nere must be dead by now. Just need to grab his head.


What am I supposed to do with this thing?


If you ever feel you're losing your spark, I would recommend breaking a few taboos.


Minsc is no 'Unholy Assassin'. He is full of holes! From assassins!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


I can't lose you.


Perhaps Lord Gortash will revive that grand tradition.


Urgh. That's all anyone ever wants to read about. I don't see what all the fuss is about. 'The Absolute' isn't even a real name.


I can hardly enact a loan on your house if you won't tell me where it is.


I did as instructed, but the song still rattles about in my head - the contract still stands, somehow. If I break it, I will become Raphael's slave forever.


This prayer sheet's got the same symbol as the chest. Hey, wait a sec...


My patience is wearing.


A priest. I spent most of my life singing praise to a god who did not listen. Ha ha!


Ut ventus!<br>v3


Ah. You're still talking to me then?


This way.


A lovely chap. Didn't kick arse in the Blood War, but that's neither here nor there.


We're not done yet.


To think the Absolute sent you to us. We are truly blessed.


Macte virtute!


Enough of that - we need to be in fighting shape.


I feel... <i>glorious</i>.


Stand up for yourself.


Shadow Druids? Kagha means to turn the circle.


Effort v8


You rescued the General's advisor? Can't say I missed the screaming from his chambers.


Go... down...


<i>As for their names, this is Arnell Hallowleaf, and his wife, Emmeline. </i>


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


A fine seat. Would suit someone with ambitions... and a ruthless streak.


Look here!


You called for me, Milord?


Anyway, I feel the same. Other than the occasional mental exchange, it's almost as if we're not infected.


Canto te!<br>v2


<i>You would betray us? Then you shall be our very first meal.</i>


Gods, poor Zevlor - even good intentions can lead us down deadly paths.


All that fuss and for what? I'd barely call that a fight.


Did he, now? Let me guess: the snivelling brat's failed his duty. Nothing if not expected.


Sealed with magic. It'll take more than nimble fingers and a lockpick to get past this...


The cult's threat is far from extinguished. What's your plan of attack?


Curse this heart of mine.


*You fumble unsuccessfully with the printer and hear a loud thud. The machine leaps into life, printing whatever was already inside.*


That was not what I expected to see today.


<i>You...? </i>Brynna - kill her!


Don't try giving orders, True Soul. Everyone here answers directly to Z'rell.


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


...I'm sorry, I - I need to clear my head.


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


Don't want to draw any attention.


Effort v3


Are those... specks of adamantine in this slag?


I imagine that's going to be somewhat difficult to retrieve. But you're quite fond of accomplishing difficult feats, aren't you?


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


Careful. I'd hate to spoil the moment by stabbing you.


Yes, yes.


I hope you're not looking for scraps, love - I'm pretty sure you can look after yourself.


Why are all the buildings on this plane so broken? What do they do with them?


I thought we shared something special, I truly did. Clearly I'm nothing but a smitten fool...


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Es praedae mei!


You brought her <i>here</i>?! We won't survive another assault. Leave us in peace, and we shall leave you in kind.


Aw, by Balduran's elbow, I can't stay feeling gloomy with you looking at me like that.


I can take my answers from your corpse if you prefer. A surprising number of people are more forthcoming dead than alive.


There's a fireplace and a half-read book waiting for us in Waterdeep. It's about time we went home.


And you, my friend. And pathetic, <i>inadequate</i> as it is - thank you.


Are you quite sure? Perhaps you could try just a little harder to ignore it.


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


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


Virtus et scientia!


*Your patron's truesight does not reveal any simple glamours or illusions at play.*


You're all right, Ed. You're all right.


I'm tempted to smack them all on the backside and tell them to kiss and make up!


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


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


I'll make it simple: Wyll fails or refuses, and he turns to a thick blob of stink-flesh and sinks to Avernus.


I think I'll nip out for a bit, let you lovebirds chirp. Who would I be to meddle in <i>personal</i> affairs?


Let's hope we don't catch its eye.


Was't your father a flounder?


It won't budge.


Stand down, on the General's orders. This one may seek the audience of her choosing.


Dying Freezing to Death


Love to be taken for granted.


Don't you fret, I'll find you soon enough. You're going to need me. Count on it.


Wise.


I saw you on the ship, strutting about while I was trapped in that pod.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Macte virtute!<br>v3


...Oh gods, my <i>friends</i>. What happened?!


You're free, Mizora. I held up my end. Now you hold up yours. Sever the pact.


Let us confer.


Time to press ahead.<br>


This place is trapped.


What's hiding here?


So stoic, dear one. A pity.


He's a good egg. A little scholarly for my tastes, but I'm sure you could crack his spine like a new book.


Ah! The True Soul who retrieved Isobel - good of you to make yourself known.


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


Laughter Maniacal


I would take greater pleasure in killing them myself than in sending them to die in the woods.


Gortash made out the Steel Watch were invincible - the pinnacle of Baldurian genius and enterprise.


Oak Father protect you, my friend! You shall weather this trial, I know it!


Feeling more unwell than ever.


Well! If the Moonmaiden didn't strike me dead for blessing you, she must rather approve of this little alliance.


Empty of tadpoles... I wonder where the little wrigglers went?


Dum vita est, spes est!


That should do it. Time to see what's back there.


Dead? I thought they had a sister to find? That's just lazy, boys.


Remind me why I allied with you?


Oh yes. My adventuring career!


Babbling idiot doesn't know what he's talking about.


You look as out of place here as I feel.


Luskan. Minsc hears it is ruled by a drow with a very stupid hat. But, so it goes with many rulers, no?


Mutatis mutandis!


But what were the grubby little beasts after? This place doesn't look like much.


Blades bared.


Voco arvina!


Runt, we've spoken of vengeance time and again, and you never listened.


We'll do it my way.


*This pod pulsates with the angry memories of Ravengard's search officer, Manip Shuurga. She laments her failure to locate him.*


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


D'ya think we can make their heads into helmets?


*The blade feels cool as it pierces your flesh. There is no pain, only the need to sleep... sleep... sleep...*


Ill-deserved, but very well.


Attack<br>var 2


My tongue's not for sale. Now scram - this conversation's done, over, finished.


I better help.


All right, here.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


<i>Purple </i>seam, you donkey.


That mirror is ancient - the time of Gorothir ancient. And here it sits, like a window to the Shadowfell.


Until then, let us revel. The Absolute demands no less.


This is gonna be a rush.


A spot of healing will help.


Pulchrior!


You should see this place when the Captain's old crewmates pull up - it's a damn bloodbath. I love it.


Orders?


Resurg


Citius!


Stop distracting me, <i>istik. </i>I'm missing the lesson.


Dying Burning<br>v4


My sister's in there! MEERNA! Meerna, can you hear me?


You! You poisoned us!


Hm. What was she trying to summon?<br>


Purification? Oh, child - why must the truth be so bitter? Soon, your skin will go grey, and your blood will run silver. You will shed your skin to become <i>ghaik.</i>


These webs are everywhere.<br>


I knew her well enough. You might have travelled with her for a time, but she trained me. What's your point?


Effort


It was just a pebble.


They're particularly good at cleaning - especially food disposal.


Selûnite magic. Dark Lady forgive me.


These chests are empty...


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


You've been warned plenty! <i>GET OUT!</i>


Non fit injura!<br>v3


I thought coming to the city would help me figure out my life - what I wanted to do without music. But I just feel more lost.


I sense magic. But where?<br>


I recognise this wine. It's a paralysing poison...


But you? You I've misjudged. You were testing my honour. And in so doing, you have convinced me of yours.


All right.


Barbarian Idle Breaths


The hag - there's never been a more vile creature. The things she did to me...


Watch yourself - they're not as kind as I am.


I wish I could tell you more, but only those adventurers know what happened out there.


It'll be you unless you show yourself. Come out - slowly.


I felt it, I think. It was like a piece of glass had been lodged in my chest - and was finally pulled free.


Show some respect! This woman saved your pathetic life.


Although there's still time.


Lies, lies, lies! And lies must be punished.


AKABI KNOWS YOU ARE STUPID, AND THUS FORGIVES YOU. NOW BEGONE.


That pod - is that Mizora inside?


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


It's good of you to come. He hasn't had any visitors in a long time.


You. I know you -


It is unwise to irritate someone who can <i>command the Weave.</i>


Say no more. An eye's a hard thing to lose - worth a chorus of blood and bone.


Bene curatur!<br>v2


'West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Goblins are such vile little parasites.


I will take care of him. After I've shown you your own heart.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


A bed made of corpses. Disgusting <i>and</i> uncomfortable.


You have been judged - and found wanting.


At least dead I'd have a purpose - perhaps as an appetiser for some cursed monster.


Oh, Malar's mark. Here we go.


There we have it. You were working with Gortash. You were a chosen of Bhaal. I guess you still are.


*If you let it, it will evolve you, just as the Emperor said.*


My child, that would be asking the impossible. He is already dead.


I can't believe it. I can't believe Aylin is here.


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


To think the world could have ended thanks to a pack of scavenging kobolds. If your fingers are so slippery, leave the Netherstones in your camp.


That looks painful.


If only Halsin were still here to guide us. Silvanus willing, we might heal without him.


I recognise this. A merregon wore it. But they won't fight without a commander...


LOOK AT HIS LITTLE FACE. ARE YOU NOT INSPIRED.


Okay, after the joke, he'll laugh. Leave him some time, and then...


It's a nice horn - but useless now.