Funny. You're gonna need that sense of humour here.


<i>In my name.</i>


*You are a lapdog, Lae'zel's to command. Never has domination tasted so good and felt so freeing.*


You don't know what you're missing.


*You realise that it could change everything. Your own course. Your own life. The destiny of worlds.*


Dying


*He flees, more terrified of you than the goblins.*


Where Ketheric leads, we've no choice but to follow.


Mors animae!<br>v3


What - what are you doing in here?


But if this is true, you do our crèche a great honour. Report to <i>Kith'rak </i>Therezzyn inside.


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


Dodge


On my way.


Stand.


Please refrain from harming the debtors - cleaning up their bone-dust is a most vexing task.<br>


Just casually mentioning what happens if someone does.


More of those fish folk. And just as unfriendly as before.


I can't deny my curiosity, but as you say - no harm in delaying it, for now at least.


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


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


You just have to buy enough time to run. Come on. I believe in you. You can do this.


A fine choice. She is enticing.


CoughIll<br>var 1


Dame Aylin. Shadowheart will want to see you, I think.


Cleric, any day. Last time I emptied a druid's pockets, all I got for it was a nest of bloody squirrels.


I suppose I shall have to tell Gorran's husband. He'll be devastated.


You shed your secrets so easily. No matter - your clumsy purpose is clear enough already.


I remind you again, Wendel. One. Month.


Ta!


These words, there's so much more to know about him. I can't believe it.


It's a nice horn - but useless now.


Priestess Gut needs to touch you, too - hold out your arm so I can mark your flesh.


Doesn't work - need to check nearby.


Thou quivering plague rat!


Typical!


Ew, no! Good news, please, my good man.


The real question is, do you trust me?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


<i>Quulos!</i>


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


Hrm. Down, Klaw! Bad girl!


Didn't think drow were so clumsy. Leave us to rest.


Invoco te


But I'd have to climb so many stairs. Anyway, I already have my eye on a palace in Baldur's Gate.


Away now. There is nothing more for you here, unless you're offering yourself as hunting practice.


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


Shadowheart versus Lae'zel. I can't believe ol' mysteria defeated a githyanki warrior.


The stupidity encouraged on this plane never ceases to amaze me. Listen <i>carefully.</i>


Gods, I can't stand this place.


Your birth, your creation... Father tended to you with love... He made you perfection...


I need a shovel to dig this up.


I expected little of<i> istik </i>education, but here we <i>kneel </i>before our <i>queen</i>.


*Your apology is reluctantly accepted.*


Funny you should ask. I was just thinking about what would've become of us without that nautiloid.


Must be a diabolist running this shop with so many devillish artefacts.


Your sense is intact. Good. Let us go - before it's too late.


<i>This is something else. Something far deeper. Whatever ceremorphosis did to me, it... it fixed me.</i>


Vita excolatur!


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


I shall handle it.


Remind me why I allied with you?


Not enough to hang around here, mind, but... thank you. And best of luck.


Only Lord Gortash has the strength to protect our city!


I do, but they struggle as we do - you'll not find a casket for your daughter there.


Whatever it is, the Absolute has a powerful hold over them.


A fallen warrior of my people. A crèche must be close.


Venenum!


Let me guess: your devil mistress sent you to get her soul coin back. Too bad. I earned it fair and square.


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


For now - please, enjoy the celebration. When it is done, I will show you all.


Fat old idiot.


You never know what you might find if you just... dig a little deeper.


A little gratitude would be nice.


There's one more stone in our pockets, which means one step closer to glory.


First <i>ghaik</i>. Now this monstrosity.


The Iron Throne. A ruin from the city's dark past that could become a template for a brighter future.


*There's been a violent assault in the area. You may want to confirm your innocence. Or your guilt.*


You are beginning to blister, spawn. Best scurry back to the shadows.


I don't know. And I never will.


*Alvynn 'Muffle' Fieldwick. Gave his fortune to the poor. Died in the arms of friends. He will be missed.*


*You have disappointed your queen, but perhaps eradicating the rebel prince might move you closer to her favour.*


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I saw somebody go up to Lorroakan's tower last tenday - looked a proper fright when they came out.


I'd rather have a second tadpole than do that.


I'd have thought time would dull either, but I suppose I should know better than to argue with an immortal.<br>


Invoco te!


We have no means to free the prince - but you still have the means to use his power.


Only if the Warden gives the order.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


I quite like it.


I needed that.


Buried in the Selûnite manner, though hastily. Defeated by Shar's Chosen, no doubt.


Keep it. Do what you will with it.


*You've won leniency, but lost your ill-gotten gains.*


Hells. The curse has torn open the ground itself...


<i>K'chakhi </i>- back. You must resist its call!


I suppose this place is no worse for wear than my last lodgings. Though I cannot say the same for myself, I fear.


Yes... but there is so much to live for, and so few moments in which to house it all.


They ain't as friendly as me. Not as clever either. Kill 'em.


They'll be tough to fight... but not impossible to beat.


The way I see it, you've got the folk who invest in quality armour, and you've got the corpses who tried to play it cheap.


Rest must wait, Shadowheart.


I took a blow to the head, then woke up in this hellspit. Haven't seen Zevlor since - he's cosying up with Ketheric for all I know.


What a wonderful crowd we would be. Undead one and all!


For a thousand years, he waited. For a thousand years, he remained faithful to Gith and her royal spawn.


*The drow dialect. Something about a hidden knife. A curious sentiment for such a place.*


Arde!


Huh.


You once called me a monster. Seems I've proven you right.


<i>Pa'vrylk! Your </i>future ends now.


Effort v4


To Waterdeep born... to Moonrise called...


An unexpected servant. Your will is strong.


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


Orpheus will be free. There is no cost too high to unshackle our people!


I'm asking for your help - and your trust.


There we have it. Lorroakan the immortal.


You'll see. No place as clean and tasteful as a Zhent-run bar, so long as you have the coin.


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


The carpenter says he's busy.


If only your mind had been so set last night. But alas, that bell cannot be unrung.


That was most of them - time to press on.


Injuries begone.


THREAT DETECTED. SPECIES: GNOME. EXTERMINATION AUTHORISED.


I shall help.


Sorry, you have redcaps <i>working </i>in your circus?


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


The shape is odd, feels strangely familiar...


I sense another undead presence here. Powerful, but not malevolent.


The beast was consumed by shadows. A fate to be avoided.


I want to have a word.


Well that told me nothing.


A dragon-rider - my kin are near.


Free for the taking.<br>


Not to mention the elder brain itself. Our chances against it greatly improve the more illithid we both are.


The city lauded the Steel Watch, happily turning a blind eye to our plight. They left us to rot - everyone except you. Thank you.


Extende!


Mine voluble oratory falleth on insouciant ears.


Do any more, and the Guild might have to take a special interest in you. Understood? Great.


Incende!


<i>Silence all prayers; smother each rite... </i>blasted song!


We'll never forget it. Never ever.


I admire your confidence. But when you next see me, I may have the Absolute's armies at my back.


An adamantine forge? Think of the masterworks that could be made there.


Oak Father preserve us - how are we to get through all this?


I am ready to join you in battle, if you have space in your ranks.


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


<i>They're going to call for help! Stop them!</i>


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Uh, what is <i>that</i>?!


You're half right - you have to get to Moonrise, but you still have a choice of how to get there.


Hold on. I think it's Rina!


Elturel... city on the river... terrible times...


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


We may cling to hope a while longer if you wish, but should that fail us, I'll be ready to act.


By now, we should have seen some small glimmer of Thaniel's power - a sign that the land is healing. New growth, flowers in bloom. But there has been nothing.


Always a pity when opportunities slip us by.


Yes, but that doesn't quite explain little old me, now does it?


Curious flask. The sort of thing <i>you</i> might find use for.


I need to pick up the new Baldur's Mouth - I hope it's about Gortash.


Nothing.


He's dead, and he's no fucking sorrier now than he was before.


Oak Father, guide us.


Got to keep fighting.


((*<b>Circle Glut</b> is eternal*))


Well, Lliira herself would smite me where I stood.


Has this happened to you before?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


I will gladly help Astarion to destroy his enemies, but I hope he does not expect me to call him Lord.<br>


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Heh - I'll give you credit. I'm drowning in tears, and you hold out a fist. Your father would've done the same.


Good riddance.


Let's use this.


Attack Critical<br>


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


Shit. That can't be good.


Quite right. But it's not Orin herself who has marked me for death. It is her dread master.


Nice view.


Drop it, Brithvar. You chop this one, and Nere won't pay a damned copper.


What was that thing inside her?


Breaking news - Lord Gortash is dead! The Mouth said it first.


Don't get too close.


<i>Magga cammara</i>. That's a hook horror.


((*<b>your corpse will birth my Circle!</b>*))


Well, that's interesting.


Uh-huh... Wyll it is then. Let's move.


I heard you and Astarion. For a while I thought you were a little more subtle in your tastes, but I suppose not. Enjoy your pallid confection, I suppose.


Violation! Violation! Whoop whoop!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


<i>Chk</i>. Then the feeling will fade like Vlaakith's craven projection.


Fight through... the pain...


I hope this doesn't come back to bite us. The choice, that is - not Astarion.


We should get some rest. Good night.


With pleasure, my queen.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


We are on the cusp of confronting an entity beyond comprehension - we need to work together.


Kill the Gondians, and you kill all we love: Collaboration. Challenge. Solving problems with the power of reason, creativity, and invention.


The supplication of Bane.


*Your mind is heavy. The devastation of Last Light is sure to pique the interest of the vile Sceleritas.*


Hurt


Come back to me.


There's figures hiding in the foliage - might be a trap.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


<i>And</i> you can call the 'Maid your own. The old girl is as much your home as she is mine - and I'll gut anyone who says otherwise.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


We'll move once it's quiet - until then, be ready.


You've a visage fit for letter-writing.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Ever heard of the Blade of Frontiers, kid? If you like monster-smashing, you might be a fan of his work.


Some aid is called for.


Fine. Talk to the bugbear quartermaster - tell him he's to share my secret stash with you.


Just an old prayer.


Not the time!


*An air of decay hangs over the stooped beggar's form, the same that tainted Mystic Carrion's chambers. This is one of his runaway servants.*


Oh yeah? Seems everyone's got business with her. Heard the gal met her match.


Not-so-encouraging words. If we're to crush the Absolute, we need to hold our heads high, and our weapons higher.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


YEAH!


I'll be damned. That's the best you've got?


Shit - you saw her: <i>advocatus diaboli.</i>


Rgrl. Gn - ungh. Ngh!


Already regretting your decision? I hope you're ready to beg for my company.


What's that? Something's glittering down there.


The road to Baldur's Gate is west of the town. If we hurry, we'll arrive before the Absolute's forces.


My thoughts exactly - you're sentencing us all to a slow death.


Give a <i>Light</i> spell a try. That should get us into that chest.


I'm all right now. Or... close enough, anyway.


Effort v11


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


I don't know how to thank you. We can finally be free.


<i>Those new recruits had better get here soon, or I'll drag them in from the Lower City myself.</i>


Very well, if that's your answer. But you know where to find me if you change your mind.


Then talk to it, and I will keep an open mind. But I'm splitting open the illithid's head at the first sign of danger.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Liar. Filthy liar.


Stabilio!


Assimilate the prince and become illithid. This is how we will end the prince, and this is how we will defeat the Netherbrain.


It's locked - from the other side. Wonder where it leads?<br>


But... butter... gives me... gas...


Aha! This must be the book that hides a book within. Let's take a closer look.


Won't shed tears over a goblin, but still - not a pretty scene.


Quiet.


Hm. A book on Netherese magic. Gale may like to know.


It was a figure of speech, you lummox. We ain't looking for help.


Your people are lucky to have such a noble prince. I hope he manages to adjust to his new way of life.


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


This shall help you, friend.


Oh - erm - hi. My mum is coming - I think.


Another low mortal, grasping at godhood. Perhaps he will manage it, and be everything he promises - perhaps not.


<i>Once we go in, we'll have mere moments to reach it before we succumb, even with Orpheus' protection!</i>


You should join up with the Flaming Fist. Tired of coddling these witless wimps.


I'm maiming as fast as I can!


Trust me - when you see what I'm capable of, you won't regret it.


<i>I believe in you, Shadowheart. Wield the spear and receive your reward.</i>


She petrified me to stop it from spreading until - oh no.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


Drunk <br>V3


Voco araneae!<br>v3


*Yet your mind and muscles are restless. Your new home of Faerûn is laid out before you, vast and daunting...*


Effort


You were good to stick your neck out for me. Those nutters would've tossed me into the harbour with irons on my feet.


<i>Tir'su</i> script adorns this slate.


Tormentum!


Most of them are out searching for the weapon. But Ch'r'ai W'wargaz is here.


The Karsite Weave, within me this whole time...


Ow- Ouhh!


Hah! Minsc spies your hidden meaning, <i>art</i>.


I'm more worried about what happens when my belly runs empty.


My interest is defeating the Absolute. It seems you're on that path already. I will not have it said that I am unreasonable.


You look ready. Wish it were contagious.


*An object catches your eye - a lantern, it seems, though no light flickers within.*


<i>Agh! </i>This thing won't yield its contents easily...


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


How embarrassing for you.


Nice statue. Can't place the face.


<i>Tsk. </i>I'll just have to <i>imagine</i> your friends' horrified looks if we'd done it.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


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


Eternally trapped - a damned existence all its own. Never to be predator, never to be prey.


Eh - well met.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


I'm half afraid to touch anything in case I break it. Which I have done - twice.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


How? Our baby girl deserves a proper burial, damn it!


We will only allow that if we know there is an evening of <i>exceptional pleasure </i>awaiting us. Usually one darling alone is not enough to match the two of us.


Thy divinity cannot alter thy illithid nature. Thou art a god without a soul, the purest embodiment of ambition.


Lady Shar respects cunning. And that's exactly what you and I will need to demonstrate, if you want this to continue.


That was <i>close.</i>


Here - for your services. Should I find another murderer in need of torment, I shall call upon you. Farewell.


The ship won't be able to take another dragon attack. We need to get out before it's too late.


<i>Unfortunately, we have no time. The hostages need your help. </i>


Quicker than you can say 'Yes, Auntie.'


Oh come, Astarion. We're about to unveil your destiny - you should be quivering in anticipation.


Hush. I have to focus.


Been waiting a while for this. One strike for every day I spent locked in that damn pod.


It's been a long day. I'll need to rest soon.


*The lights must mean <i>something</i>, but you can't interpret the flashes.*


Don't make me hold your hand now.


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


What, am I to carry you on my back?


Finally free. I must find my kin.


Go on - shoot the cage down.


*You detect a distinct quiver in every note. These creatures have experienced recent tragedy.*


I will consult with your leader - send them to me.


Strange things are happening to us. What festers in our minds may well impel our bodies.


You're lucky I adore you, you mutton-head.


'Unleash'.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


HAH! HAH! HAH!


The great liberator. You should go and join your goblin friends out in the curse.


Mors certa!<br>v3


They're dying for me. All of them.


Put a stop to this brutal, archaic nonsense.


The Mother of All Magic, they say. Let us hope Mystra brings Gale good fortunes.


Te adstringo linguam!


Eiecto te!


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


F-fine. Here's your c-copy. <br>


Isobel - lend us your healing touch!


Pizzled rancour!


Wouldn't take much to send that stone crashing downwards...


Most elves don't oft <i>retire</i>. Guess I'm one of the lucky few.


Beg pardon True Soul, but that's for callin' on the lads if we need 'em.


*A githyanki youth, and a familiar one at that. Can it be that this is the one who hatched from the egg you took from the crèche?*


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Raphael finds that puzzling. And he loves puzzles. You being here is another puzzle - you don't <i>seem</i> like you want to die.


How about I let the cult infect you instead? I bet you'd make a loyal thrall.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


If we kill every suspicious person in Baldur's Gate, we will have more blood on our hands than Bhaal.


Upon completion of the tune, a magma mephit will appear, which will pose the following question: I'ss k'cha t'chiss n'aga?


This orthon seems to show artistic flair in displaying his victims. A missed calling, perhaps.


Nice illusion. Time to see what it was hiding.


Talk to me, freak. Who killed you?


Away, you pox'd nun!


PainPretend<br>var 3


Locked from the inside.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


Severn isn't <i>scared</i>. He used to love it when I told him of all the monsters I've slain.


*The Bibliophile.*


I need to dance!


Dialino!


I'm already showing - doesn't it suit me so well?


Dying


Let's do it.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Now go to him. Help him achieve his destiny.


No... <i>no</i>...


There is no justice for traitors - only pain.


Shar's warriors must not be caught, must not be tricked. Only loss awaits the unworthy.


Minsc! Enough! The hamster isn't saying a damn thing and you know it.


Umbrae!


Hold it! Not another step!


Hells...


Hope this ends well.


*Teeth bared, the creature is near rabid in his bloodlust.*


A mighty leader, a mighty city.


<i>I can still taste his terror. It is delicious, but will not sustain me.</i>


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Come here, you little shit!


*As you retreat, the owlbear lets out a short huff. The message is clear...*


I reckon there wasn't much merry-making in the Hells.


Thou necrotic stump!


Hmm, that key from the shapeshifter did the trick.


Security is tight here. Z'rell made this library her command post.


Fetch!


No.


The same's true of everyone, I find.


Detono!


*Its breath is dank and coarse, but it has no words. This creature is mute.*


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


I return from the darkness itself only to find you acting like you're on holiday. Lia could still be in Moonrise!


*As you choke down the acrid mushroom, a memory hounds you.*


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Dammon! You're <i>here!</i>


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v3


You treacherous dog!


Where's our dream guardian?


Oh no, I should be cinders in this light. I hadn't seen the sun for two hundred years before we crashed here.


Shh! I can't focus with you breathin' so close.


Right. He's been going on about something of the sort.


We should get some rest. I doubt tomorrow will be any easier than today.


Hmm, a pixie. Curious little thing.


Hm. Fascinating.


I'd love to know the full story.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


How beautiful it must be, to know you can hold a hand, to caress a cheek, after going so long without.


Shouldn't have made me your enemy.


Aye. Feels like something down here has them excited... or scared.


Dunno. Somewhere good. Far away. I hope.


I... I don't think she made it.


Footprints! Leading right into that cave.


Hrrm. Clever disguise as long as it works. Stupid beyond belief as soon as it stops.


Find your own! He's <i>ours</i> an' we ain't sharin'!


Let's get movin'!


Do not disturb the equilibrium of the Archive.


A single mortal soul... tossed as the errant coin. So it shall be.


Umbrae!


Or you turn around, an' your backside gets the same treatment.


Go on, check the drider. The lantern's yours for the taking.


Almost there. Hold 'em back a little longer!


Guiding my cart... shadow fell... tentacle grabbed me...


I can handle myself - but you're right. Time to try something else.<br>


The prophecy is one step closer to fruition.


Broken. Must have been here a while.


Yeah, Florean's too dumb to do anything suspicious. He wouldn't know where to start.


You do not stoke fear by reaping your own fields, but by burning your foe's.


Walk away. <i>Now</i>. I won't warn you again.


GORTASH!


There shall be no mercy.


Argh - at least let me show you where to look. I'm not sure the infernal iron will still be there, but I can show you a few places of interest.


Touch me and I'll bite your fingers off. I will!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


A little further.


That wasn't a bulette... was it?


A <i>possessive</i> side. What is a warrior without something precious to protect?


Ubi es?<br>v3


*You can make it 'til dawn. If you gather every bit of strength you have, you can survive the night. One last night to say goodbye. One last night to live.*


Boundless, timeless - like every dream that ever was, stitched together. It is home.


Indeed. We've quite the journey ahead of us.


I am to return him to Baldur's Gate alive. Or as close to 'alive' as a vampire gets.


Effort v10


Ostende secretorum tuorum!<br>v3


Turning the Zhentarim on me with my own coin. A dramatic entrance to land the killing blow yourself. I'll give you this, Stone Lord - you've got style.


I have plans in Baldur's Gate - the work of many years labour that will finally bear fruit.


I don't want to talk about that. All right?


Is this meant to be some kind of joke?


This chest is deeper than it looks... A double bottom. Of course.


I have a mummy, a daddy, and a doggy. They'll be back in a while. But you're here now. And I want to play.


I was going to be married tomorrow. Or was it yesterday?


My face is just some dark shape in my past. Another thing I've lost.


The sort that's in charge around here.


Florenta the Garrotter. A cambion I knew back in Avernus.


But it was handled, and it was handled well.


Farewell, <i>jhe'stil</i>. My liberator.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


*Her mind fills with warmth, and she gently releases you.*


What's in here?


Cast your arrows elsewhere...


Gortash warned you of this? Then there is nothing left to discuss.


Vis medicatrix!


As, it seems, do you. I already know the only thing about you that I need to.


Kiai<br>var 2


<i>We did it. I did it. The city's going to be all right. My friends are going to be all right. I can let go.</i>


Fighting... last of... City Watch...


*One moment, you'd been bartering with Mizora for freedom. The next, whisked away by tentacle monsters.*


A brain. Whose was it, I wonder?


Mystra has foresaken Gale entirely. A crushing blow... but he is strong enough to persevere, I think.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


It's a natural question, but I don't have a good answer, I'm afraid. Perhaps there's a half-orc buried somewhere in my ancestry.


Mmhm. MHM.


Was - was that Her? The <i>Absolute</i>?


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


Voco glacies!<br>v2


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


We'll return to Raphael's lair. And we'll take the Orphic Hammer and smash Orpheus' bonds.


Too late for tears now, my lads!


For being a friend who helped Amira, we will charge a little less.


All enemies have some chink in their armour, no matter how much they like to believe themselves invulnerable. That's what we must find.


And what a gift you've been to <i>me</i>, to keep our flame burning even when the winds of change threaten to blow it out.


Omnia mutantur!


Cave circulum!<br>v3


That was spectacular! I was sure you were dead.


Slim to none, I hope. Mystra has no right to prevent another ascending to the pantheon. Only Ao can decide that.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v2


<i>Gods, I hope they haven't put up the prices again.</i>


Shout


Released... at last...


Whoa, now. He's got a... well, I guess that would explain a little, but... Mystra... I mean, this is a lot to take in.


You have something precious to my kin - an heirloom. I will have it back.


*That face, that expression, brimming with might and glory.*


I've been crying happy tears all this tenday. What more could a mother want for her little boy?


I need to get this open.


I know nothing more. No gith text describes such a weapon. I am not certain it even exists.


Effort v8


Impero mortuos!


Blessings from afar...? Perhaps Mystra is more invested in you than it seems, Gale.


Speak to Isobel, if you haven't. Never met a soul like her in all my days.


If things are not to your satisfaction, saer, speak to Lady Jannath.


<i>A rift! It's now or never! Inside! </i>


The goblins are still massing out there.


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


If he shows his face again, he's got a bed waiting in the cells.


Better hurry, I've got <i>loads</i> of interested parties.


I just want a little look.


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


<i>I </i>knew <i>we shouldn'tve taken that fancy berry beer. Could've tasted the poison if it hadn't been so sweet.</i>


*While quite vague, 'drunk lizards' could well point to kobolds, who tend to operate in packs.*


That is true. Vanishingly unlikely, but true. You must forgive Mystra for despairing - she provided means and opportunity to end this, but that chance went unseized.


*Sleep comes as you count the fields of the dead, soon to grow.*


Closed Mouth Effort


A bit of patience is all I ask.


But should you find it, mistress - the pass-phrase is <i>'Dhourn, Lord Archmage'. </i>A rather... aspirational title, I know - but no longer needed.


Let's use this.


A commemoration of battles long past. Like the town itself.


I'm not looking for trouble. Probably can't say the same for you though, if half the things they say in the papers are true.


But I know that this? This is nice.


Attack Critical<br>


Hurry, the grove needs us!


V-very sorry - I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!


Oi!


It's almost funny.


Hmm.


But you failed to deliver Ketheric's Netherstone. What a waste.


Caedo!


Yes, yes! I knew these hands would not fail me. The patient is sure to recover.


Scarcely crowned and already issuing orders. Hail Glut, hm?


Fine. Enjoy your night with whatever goblin will have you.


You can understand why we've had to be cautious at the gates.


I see. Yes, perhaps you're right.


Yes, Orin has taken little Yenna. But she is relying on us to save her - and so that is what we are going to do.


*You might break Orpheus free with the hammer and ally with him. Together, you might defeat the Netherbrain.*


Hurt Critical


He wants to taste my domination. An altar flowing with his own unwilling flesh. Draining, dying, drip, drip, drip.


A series of moral imperatives bestowed by the great dragon-deity Bahamut.


On my way.


Well, some spirits do communicate in a rather obtuse manner.


A githyanki. Head removed. They didn't want her corpse to repeat whatever secrets they tortured out of her...


Yeah. For now.


<i>This is not the place. We must find somewhere higher up to begin the climb. </i>


I wonder where they were going.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


It's broken, but not too badly.


Whoever wrote this believed the dragon Ansur lived below Wyrm's Rock Prison. Interesting.


*North-East: Bloomridge Park.  South-East: The Steeps. North-West: Baldur's Gate.*


Watch your step, and your tongue.


That is... I'm sure you have your reasons, your worshipness.


An act of kindness, or a clever decoy. Luckily, I know how to find out which.


That was no bear. Damn. Maybe he can still tell us who he was.


I'm sorry it came to that. But if it was you or them, I'd pick you every time.


Myconids - agh! - took pity on me. Sound lads - especially since the greys gave 'em hell for it.


Now? But I'm just getting comfy.


Steady... This thing looks more brittle than Szass Tam's bones.


Broken. Must have been here a while.


Hidden at the back of the storage area. Luckily enough, as quartermaster, I was able to keep it hidden back there. It should be, well, if not how you remember it, exactly as you left it.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Tu es nihil!


To your good health, my friend.


I don't suppose you'd consider simply donating it to the Society instead?


A tidy slot, but no rune.


What's it to you?


What about bugbears? I might be as strong as a bugbear.


SmileClosed<br>var 1


That salt air does me good. Say what you will about the city, but at least everyone can find a sea view easy enough.


You see the latest issue of the Baldur's Mouth Gazette? Streets are safer than they've even been, <i>apparently</i>.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Get back - one spark and it'll blow!


... trembling like what?


No prayers needed. On my way.


She was dangerous, but I respected her passion and ambition. Her kin have done themselves a disservice.


No, I'm not giving up on you. We can weather whatever Shar has in store for us, together.


Excuse me? You want to leave - now? At my moment of triumph? Have you lost your mind?!


Can't risk being in open view.<br>


Vincere est vivere!


*You may as well have said 'take me back to my cell'. Because that's where you're going.*


Not so much. You spend the whole time avoiding swords and schemes. Plus people just get nastier as the night wears on.


<i>My research is in perpetual need of funding. Yes, I am willing to accept your coin.</i>


I was selfish to ask you to live a half-life as a plaything for the Blade of Frontiers. And even more selfish, to be disappointed by your answer.


I <i>will</i> join your ranks one day, True Soul. That is the Absolute's promise.


It is done. There is no going back.


You must kill once more. Choose from our list of most unholy sacrifices - make them whole in murder.


What are you doing? You gotta get <i>Mol. </i>Don't make me regret trusting you with this.


The necromancer's dead. I pray he stays that way.


I know one of them all too well - Bhaal's blood-letter, Orin.


Listen, Wyll - the drow have taken Grand Duke Ravengard.


Bones everywhere... Someone's been engaging in dark rituals here.


What? No, don't be ridiculous.


She nearly killed us all, and she says we're after her? Can't stop a devil from lying, can you.


Absolutely not.


You must go to Moonrise Towers. That is where the cultists are gathering.


You're greasier than a worg-roast.


See that symbol on the ground? This was a masons' guild.


Now I have to figure out what <i>I'm </i>going to do...


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


Believed... in you... <b>wrong</b>...


I paid him, fair and square. Everyone's happy. So keep your nose out.


Look, yer ladyship. Priestess Gut burned me <i>good</i>.


Let's get that patched up.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


After everything you've been through, my <i>name </i>gives you pause? Please.


You've got a long road ahead of you yet. I wish you luck.


Hold every exit - let none escape to warn the army of our assault.


You tempt me to break my oath, whelp.


I won't let you suffer.


Right. You do that. But I, for one, am not about to pass up an opportunity.


So much blood. The illithids take what's useful and discard the rest.


Tenacity might be a kinder word for it.


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


I recognise this. A merregon wore it. But they won't fight without a commander...


Scab-licking vagrant!


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I won't forgive her. I can't.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


The shield is still warm to the touch. A dragon is not to be trifled with.


Danis...


Steady your nerves - I have you.


I'm a <i>hag</i>, you little snot - you think I didn't plan for this? Death and I are old friends.


This is meant to be flattery, not poetry. Just tell me I'm beautiful and we can call it a day.


Aw. Don't act like you won't miss me.


He thinks you strong enough for the task at hand.


Para bellum!<br>v3


<i>What are you doing?</i>


<i>Kanon would hate me for this. But he's not here. They took him from me.</i>


I told my third husband the very same on our wedding night.


You know what it's like. If given half a chance, the Coast would eat a tiefling alive - never mind one that'd been to the Hells and back. If the kid's got a skill, he should use it however he can.


She told me she was watching over me, protecting me. And, that our tadpoles could prove beneficial, if we embrace what powers they have to offer.


PainOpen<br>var 2


Fog?!


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


Come on, mateys - let's slit this land-lubber from head to heel!


What hag doesn't? Best guess says it's close to where the mother lives - but I've no hard evidence.


Victory v2


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


*Your aggression has won you no friends. Any further violence could be met with the same.*


C'mon!


Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?


I shall see to it.


You do not seek to share my gifts. You seek to poach them.


And what's that?


Breathe deep, and move.


<i>You must act with haste. Duke Ravengard is held within these walls. He must be extracted</i>.


The Dark Lady, befouled by the Absolute's mark.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


Ah-ah. I will not be dismissed! Tell me, Gale. What's going on?


Thou hast saved the world. But thou didst make one mistake.


Carefully, now...


Watch it - the acid's altered his brew.


And you know they don't give without taking.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


That does sound tediously boring. Although, if it's with you... maybe?


Best think ahead, or I'm lost.


You are like all the rest. Where devils tread, chaos follows.


Attack


If you're hungry, you know where to find me.


Input code 'Nebelun' and increase the Neurocitor's output to maximum. Then run like every fiend from the Nine Hells is snapping at your heels.


Prove her wrong, then. If you think you're able to, that is.


Effort v3


Someone's taking out the lights! Fall back!


<i>'S bollocks, Fezzerk funnin' around while I'm stuck dealin' with yobs.</i>


<i>That's it - we've penetrated its defences. Now let's confront its true self.</i>


You got three soul coins out of the bargain, didn't you? I'd quit whinging if I were you.


I... think I... hmm.


You have kept killing without me. That will keep you fighting fit and healthy.


Configo!


If it's empty patter you want, get your clothes from my brother, Figaro.


Hmmmm. Ehhhhhh. No. Thank you.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Voss has done his duty. Now we will do ours.


Once Ketheric is gone, we can get out of here. I can't wait.


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


Baldur's Gate is haunted by many things, but one of its most insidious is the vampire Cazador.


Barbarian Roar<br>v4


Now you see me...


Do you regret it?


Aresce!


Come on, coward! Let's get this over with!


A pity for us you have promised your body to Astarion.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


Take the shard then, please- only... I seem to have lost it.


Damn it all, where <i>is</i> he?


I doomed her - and empowered Ketheric Thorm.


It was a quite fascinating design, though the version created here is a strange corruption of the Weavepasha's original intent.


Who knows what he may have up his rotten sleeve.


Free from the curse, now - perhaps she'll find peace.


Ain't none can stand against us now. Not with the Absolute in our corner.


You look like you think you're hard. Mess with us, and you'll end up like this bleeder.


*The orb pulses strangely. It feels... unsettled. The Heart of the Absolute is close, as is the moment when you must decide if you will follow Mystra's orders. Or reject them.*


I know the blood-scent of every creature in these Realms. That resembles none of them - it is oil.


Vae victis!<br>v3


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


Get that damn gate closed!


She put up a fight, at least. A brave effort.


Have you seen her?


This is a Harper emblem. What was she doing <i>here?</i>


Go on, have your fun. And do not wipe away a single bead of sweat. It's <i>intoxicating.</i>


Poor dear. Poor, poor dear. Who did this to you?


Control yourself, Wyll. I understand bloodthirst. But this is no time to quench it.


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


Walk in dusk and shadow - walk the path of bones in our Lord's name.


Stupefacio!


Maybe that's why nobody has. I hoped you were different.


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


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


At least it won't suffer anymore.


I can help.


*You feel something murderously pointy start to prod around the soft flesh of your inner thighs.*


I have just the thing.


((*you do the Circle a service. we will await word*))


Really? Then - all this destruction was a symptom of its power... Incredible.


Attack Critical<br>var3


When I found them again - when I came back - they were lying here...


Wonder who was inside...


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


Glad to hear you did something useful - I'm almost impressed.


True Soul? Absolute? What did they mean?


Don't want this puny rutting written down.


I am neither. I am nothing. I am the empty room. The dreamless sleep. The shadow's shadow.


SmileOpen<br>var 5


They, erm, have some side effects, but they work. I'm as strong as a bugbear.


You don't know who you're messin with. I'll kill you and eat you like that dwarf!


Ought to just leave you.


The mission comes first. A vial's what I can spare you.


*The Fist eyes your illithid ally with suspicion, softening to curiosity. His hostility melting at the recognition that there's more beyond those eyes than malice.*


*The rat isn't merely territorial - it's proud. This place means a great deal to it.*


So be it. At least this time, you are truthful.


Looks like an ambush.


Conditions look right, but quite empty without all the other eggs.


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


Not sure what this is... but I don't think I'm in a rush to find out.


Not even a challenge.


Silvanus be with you, my friend.


Mundus vult decipi!


Nearly out - just a bit further!


And the prisoner?


<i>These forces are just a distraction - I have to dominate the brain! </i>


Maybe that's for the best. I'm tired. Nobody real wants to play me - they only want Thaniel. They can have him.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


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


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


Tuebor!


Need any advantage I can get.


Oh, just tired, I suppose. It's been quite a long day. Or at least I think it has.


I can do little with an apology. But you... I may have a use for you.


This one's got a heart of gold - I don't know what we'd do without him.


A sight to behold. If only we had Gale with us.


Hardly the time for this.


*Nothing. Both animals look fine, watching you expectantly.*


Enough play, Stone Lord.


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


*You notice one of these corrections scrawled in the margins. <i>Whoever's tampering with the printer, stop it. You're wasting my time.</i>*


Don't give me that look. Just trying to earn a mostly-honest living, that's all.


A Sharran structure, going by the design.


Taking my time in the shadows.<br>


Door won't budge. Must be a way to open it...


So, we've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Must keep low.


What is it? What's wrong?


The blight must be cut away for healing to begin. First, the spawn. The rest will follow.


Dodge


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


This curse subverts all that is good in nature.


Some days we get to eat <i>two </i>times. Those are my favourite days.


Omnia mutantur!


Say that again? 'Cause I know I didn't just hear you refuse the Absolute.


It was.


If I have to.


Mock me. Tease me. You will be the first.


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Free for the taking.


He may be a fool and a braggart, but it seems this Lorroakan is a toad of action, too.


Time to do your part, Mizora!


Can hardly feel the spinning.<br>


I hope you find whatever rock Ketheric has crawled under. This land deserves to see the light again.


I was really worried for a moment there. Thought we'd lost one of our own to forces beyond imagining. I'm so glad I was wrong.


Or you just thought we'd be stupid enough to believe ya!


But you need not be alone any longer. You need not invent friends. Thaniel is back. He is waiting for you.


Obedi me!<br>v3


I have no idea. I left no parting words, this time - they already know everything they need to.


This forge again. That drow wizard's notes mentioned some kind of guardian.


Are you ready to give yourself to me?


Ah, one blessed like myself. What news, True Soul?


Astarion...? Boo says you are beginning to smell like a festival-day feast...


Damn this fog.


Hope we made the right choice. <br>


Nocturnus!


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Good luck getting some kip up here. I'd stuff your ears if I were you.


Yes, yes.


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


But what about your other mission? Any word on Master Halsin?


GruntAngry<br>var 3


Blood, Boo - chanting! Something freakish is afoot in this temple.


Anything helpful? A great big axe, perhaps?<br>


We'll wait for your signal. Go!


Cute.


Yonas! Move in!


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


I need to stay true to my nature, and you to yours. Perhaps you are like me, or perhaps not.


You don't owe me an explanation, pet. He was as good as dead before you ever set foot in the Iron Throne. That was the deal, after all.


They spread quickly - the whole coast will be infested if we don't burn them out.


Baelen... Bonecloak...


Thank you for all you have done today.


Hang on. I'll set you free.


Even if I wanted to walk away from all of this, I can't. Cazador won't let me.


We cannot slay the traitor prince unless we loose him from his astral prison.


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


You can stare as much as you like.


This place is trapped.


But the one thing she could not do for him was cure his greatest love.


StruggleAstarionRecruiting_lp10s<br>var 3


More of the mind flayers' pets.


Going to need to change out this barrel soon.


I'll take care of that.


Must've been those strangers!


We'll prove him wrong.


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


I say, I'm positively giddy! Go on - drink the formula!


This is where the great General Thorm rests his bones? We should ransack it.


I can't lose you.


But the gith? What in the hells would she taste like?


CoughIll<br>var 3


You're very annoying. But I'm sure you know that.


You are not dying.


That thing - a monster hiding in plain sight.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Game marks as faded as the memories of the children that played them. I wonder what became of them.


(No you didn't.)


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


Our boat. All our bloody gear.


He's legging it! After him!


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


I thought that would be the steepest price that could be asked of us. But I was wrong.


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


My faith in the Nightsinger is stronger than ever, thanks to you.


That seems to have worked.


Of course you wouldn't. Who can resist the pleasure of the strap, once leather meets flesh?


Gods, it's good to be out of that damned grove!


I can guess what <i>this</i> opens.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


You might be hell-sent, but you're a bad liar.


Kill her.


Do it for Minsc!


These drow are a statement. It's not like duergar to be so bold.


There is much to admire, judging by the stories.


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


How morbid. Yet fascinating.


If you won't allow the gith to suffer, then let Karlach do it. She's doomed anyway, so why not?


With silver tongue.


Greetings, child. I've met few aside from goblins here.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


YES! YES! YESSSSS! Amazing. Perfect. No notes.


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


Thou roach-mocked jester.


Hm! A chest of transformation.<br>


Impossible. You're a spawn - know your place!


She's gonna make us the prince of the world.


Whatever it is doesn't bode well.


And don't think I've forgotten <i>your</i> tale, Astarion.


Green blouse, brown hair - that must be Miri.


Would you like a tour? We can start with my tent, if you like.


<i>I strongly suggest that you reconsider this course of action.</i>


Stuck? Why aren't I surprised.


Yes you can, child. Take the pain and offer it up to Loviatar. Offer it all!


Dying Deep Exhale


This'll be mean.


Blunt as your summation is - it's correct. I dared to call myself an archmage while acting the apprentice. The hallmarks of a most excellent idiot, unfortunately.


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


I'm worried. I don't think we're ready.


And by his side throughout it all, his shining star, his love.


Why'd you have to stick your nose in?!


I'm to kill the runaway - but she's holed up with <i>myconids</i>.


I'm on my way.


Get out of this place, as soon as your strength allows. There's a camp - you'll be safe there. We'll be together there.


'Annihilate'.


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


I AM NO SLAVE TO DEATH - I AM ITS MASTER.


What is that? Almost looks like someone was trying to grow a person.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


The very same!


And away I go.


Go ahead, then. Do your worst.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


Some power for the taking.


We should pay her a visit.


Yes - come closer. Feed the new flesh.


You see, Gortash has had your father... relocated.


Oft doth Shadowheart's mind turn to her lost love, from whose ashes flowers now bloom.


I'll end you!


Booo.


I'll strike you down.


<i>But. They were already gone.</i>


The things she did to me - the things she made me do I...


I am here to help.


Death is but a word away.


If it isn't another True Soul.


Heading to... Baldur's Gate. Didn't hear... goblin patrol.


I suppose I should have seen that coming. Zhentarim aren't known for their loyalty, but I thought the bastards would keep to their contract at least.


Then goes gets some, dummy. 'Til then, the tasty hands is <i>mine</i>.


I wonder how I'll feel when I remember everything.


What's this? Feels like I've <i>lost </i>something...


Begone, pox-faced loon.


A good start, but the ringmaster wants more. We need the whole clown.


Rather exciting, isn't it?


<i>Runrunrunrunrunrunrun - </i>oh! Friend?<i> </i>Hello!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


You do realise we can't stay here forever, don't you?


Ugh... sure.


<i>If you insist on doing this, I hope you enjoy being a thrall.</i>


Effort v7


Well, it was worth one last shot.


Double the patrols. We're dealing with a maniac here.


Ho! Surely you cannot fear me - you who have fought beside me in the war against damned Ketheric Thorm?


Bloody bird's calling for help!


Loose words are food for <i>ghaik</i> spies. You should know better.


AND YOU'RE ABOUT AS GRATEFUL AS A FLOWER IN A FURNACE


Impero te!


I'll strike you down.


Felt like an earthquake - as if I didn't have problems enough already.


You're a clumsy little kitten, aren't you? <i>Adorable</i>.


A thickheaded notion in a complex circumstance.


What an odd emblem. Don't think I've seen it before.


Come on, Karlach. There's got to be more to this - some other way.


Minsc finds that the less thinking he does, the easier the trusting comes.


Soon, you will be vomiting blood and tearing apart your own flesh.


Wolves...? No, anything but wolves...


Dying Deep Exhale


Expello te!<br>v2


Now, to the Sharess' Caress taproom. I mean to crush the slithering snake we call Voss.


BreathRecovery<br>var 3


I know.


The tieflings have gone - good. I wish them well, but they crowded us for far too long.


Believe. Don't believe. Basket doesn't care.


Perhaps it is best that I remain here, and that the long centuries erode my memories and leave me empty. There is a certain peace in that.


The <i>ghaik </i>was correct about one thing - the Netherbrain's power is beyond us.


I will go to Baldur's Gate and punish the one who holds the means of your fall.


Fine.


I never cared for spyglasses. Watching things from afar is hardly fun.


Risum teneatis?


Punge!


Far as I know. Still wrapped around Nere's pecker, too.


I've never <i>met</i> a devil, but of course I've read a great deal about them.


Do another one!


A little blasphemous graffiti, though I don't recognise the symbol.


Nautiloids... a whole bloody <i>fleet</i> of them. They must have shipped thousands of 'True Souls' through here.


She is upstairs - you cannot miss her.


Fine. Have it your way! I'll rip your throat out yet, you little bollocks.


Please - help them, if you can. Hurry!


Call it professional curiosity. Now tell me - how does killing make you feel?


Their ambition blinded them to reason. I don't suffer the same affliction.


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


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. Let these be the lights that guide you, my son. Hail the Blade of Avernus!


The young cub. He's gone... for good.


Ew. I don'ts like kinky shit. Here. Take the hand. Weirdo.


Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray.


So, answer me honestly. Could you kill one you loved?


A map with Father Lorgan's name - seems the shapeshifters were all over the tunnels he used.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v3


Attack Critical<br>var2


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Hmm? Oh yes, perhaps. It's been... well, I'm not quite sure how long it's been.


He stinks to the deepest hells, that's for sure. Could be you're right.


Our greed reduced Crèche Y'llek to rubble. We didn't just steal a mace. We stole the lives of our people!


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Locked tight. Better look for the means to get this open.


Tribe.


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


What is all this...? Better be careful what I touch.


By the Nine Hells. Open the gate!


Hurt Critical<br>var3


...then please, please kill the eagles. They're the <i>worst</i>.


I <i>believe</i> it went over a cliff-edge, buried in an ogre's backside. And it was <i>still </i>talking...


I swear, druids care more about the plants of this land than the people.


Enough speeches - the odds are already in my favour. Do you think the Dark Lady would want you to die for a lost cause? Or show some cunning and live another day?


I want it to be perfect - to bond with you in the way that gods do... intertwining our spirits in visions of the Weave.


Master Illy. Urgh. Big, stupid scaredy cat. Hides here with magic book. Book doesn't like Master Illy.


Just leave it.


Stop rushin' me.


Maybe, but it's one hell of a maybe. You could have days or seconds.


They should have let me interrogate those cultists. I'd have loosened their tongues properly...


It's a relief to be back on beautiful Faerûn. The dreariness of the Fugue Plane oppresses one's soul so very quickly.


Silks from Cormyr. Alas, pilfered.


I'M NOT SHOUTING.


Correct. I didn't.


A defective thrall.


Stuck? That's not good.


Extra Recovered


Canto te!


No choice but to keep going.<br>


Into the shadows.


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


*The goblin is uneasy. Drow or not, you aren't supposed to be interfering with the prisoner.*


The eye's clobbered - good work. Time to bust Nere out and shred him.


Place the weapon in the planecaster. Fulfil our Queen's most holy edict.


Is this my life now? Darkness and hunger?


She was the best at finding hide-aways under all this rubble. The other three combined had half as much brains.


Blood has followed us since Elturel. I just want to leave this place and never look back.


You have a job to do. So do it - quickly.


Hells - not a lick of damage! What am I missing?


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


Place is swarming with Absolute-buggers. And I ain't gonna mess about with 'em.


Another drow - she's one of my best mates. Thought you might work for her.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


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


Heh heh. Ahem. Yes, very amusing. Very amusing indeed.


Descend to her.


Vlaakith's turned her back to me, and I to her. I am forever marked.


Te curo!<br>v2


The rest of you - keep patrolling. I'll be heading back with the, uh - with this one.


Of course not. Boo is.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


I'm here for you, always.


I knew then that the folly of mortals could be the triumph of devils, and that I could use that Crown to unite the Nine under one Archdevil Supreme. Me.


He <i>what</i>? Astarion - you're a vampire?


I am a humble blade tasked with carving out an army.


Would that I could hide from you, too.


VO_SFX : Downed v2


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


((*they're coming. <i>they're coming</i>*))


'Kurwin'. Nine-Fingers wrote them an unkind note - remember, Boo?


*Caught in the act. Time to defend yourself.*


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


But you are a child no longer. You are a woman. One who knows what must be done.


The same. I had hoped I might have been able to stay by your side, to help however I could. But the Oak Father has spoken - my place is here.


Move.


Now, to the Sharess' Caress taproom. We must tell Voss the news.


Intactilis sum!


Is this part of the game?


Then I realised I was in your arms. We did it. Everything's perfect.


Good - you've come to your senses. Come, to the crèche. Let us be cleansed of our tadpoles.


Trying to see my thoughts? There are too many - and they're all mine!


We're not your enemy!


Bugger it!


I was in the prime of my life when I was turned.


That was you? Hells, I'll sing your name myself for that.


I did have a key to give you, but it seems a groping paw has taken it off me. If you slipped it away during our romp, I admire your flexibility.


We still need them. That doesn't stop me from wondering, of course.


Effort v5


<i>It is done. And done well. They are with me now, in my endless dark. And from them, you can draw endless power.</i>


Ouch. That will need some healing.


The House of Hope, you say? I couldn't ask for a name more fitting.


Irretio in sphaera!


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Victory v2


<i>Kith'rak</i> Therezzyn shares your concerns. You should seek her within.


Oh? Perhaps after I finish my research here, I'll join her...


Tenebra!


You need to be freed. Of course.


That one was <i>close. </i>Can you feel our lord's breath on your neck?


Another trick up my sleeve.


Apologies. I was foolish enough to convince myself that I was enough for you.


You'll have to look elsewhere for company - I already have an arrangement.


ENOUGH. YES. YOU MAY PASS.


You have accomplished much, child. I am pleased to finally meet you.


If we recovered those explosives, we could free Thulla's friends with one blast, then move on.


I ain't goin' 'til Thrinn <i>tells</i> me to go.


Duergar corpses. What is this beast doing to them?


I thought I meant more to you than a sacrificial lamb. Clearly I was mistaken. I will not cast everything away, not when I know what's out there, almost within my grasp.


You look like you got something jingling in your pocket.


A god's idol has to have some magic lingering in it. Your sort of thing, Gale?


The Shar temple is one thing, but what's this about a shadow curse?


It is a tragedy so many had to die, but had they lived they would have caused a thousand more tragedies.


You need something?


Flowers blooming in shadow. This is the sign Halsin mentioned.


You have chosen non-compliance. Your next of kin will be notified of your offence and elimination.


Well, the children can be a touch grabby, but... yes. You're quite right, my darling.


Oh, I don't know. The screaming fever is pretty bad.


A dead language? Something ancient must have been worshipped here.


Hey! You tryin' to slip us somethin'?


The tadpoles, the orb - these threats to our existence - the gods could aid us if they wished, but instead they cower behind Ao. So let us act ourselves.


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


<i>Enough.</i> Lower the trap. Ready your blade.


This forge again. That drow wizard's notes mentioned some kind of guardian.


*You recognise the newborn mind flayer from the windmill. It seems your own cold-bloodedness robbed it of a potential meal here.*


It is a dangerous world out there - I'm sure you know that.


He did, and it came. Now, my friend: bask in your victory. I will do the same.


Indeed. These creatures are mightier than they look.


Emerald Enclave... rightful First Druid...


Shadowheart - aid us!


Hey Bone Man, can you make your teeth chatter?


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


I'm rather the admirer of the sanguine arts, even if I wasn't quite born under a killing moon myself.


Come on. The chase through Hell? The creatures? What they <i>did to us? </i>The <i>tadpoles?</i>


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


Remember - his throat spits lies, but my blade carves the truth. You will read it on your skin soon enough.


Open up.


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Happy?


That's no mere disc - it's a lift. We've found our way forward.


Seems his skull isn't as thick as I thought.


You have a patron? WONDROUS! I'm sure it will <i>happily</i> take your place.


I knew I was right about you. You're a true friend.


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Virtus et scientia!


I could simply tell you what you want to hear, then ascend by myself and take on the brain alone, you know.


My Lord beckons me.


Deure!


Umbrae!


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


But you have brought it crashing at our Father's feet. With Orin's death and your rejection of him, you leave him with no Chosen.


Ira et dolor!


Shh. Let's hope this gives us some answers.


What're you sayin', that I can't <i>count</i>?!


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(MediumSpeed)


Up. Now.


Snore
zzZzz


How diligent you are, <i>vin'iisk</i>. If only all of our queen's warriors served with such rigour.


((*flesh-walker, tongue-talker. you look like the Rot, yet your presence soothes me*))


The ship won't be able to take another dragon attack. We need to get out before it's too late.


No, you need a bath!


I never actually said anything about paying you. Though if it's coin you're after, well - you'll like this next part.


Camp... monster hunters... the Gur camp? Oh gods - my parents' camp!


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


We had a deal, Wyll. But Karlach's still breathing.


The githyanki had no intention of letting you survive purification. And I had no intention of letting you die.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Hello, world.


Run by magic. Wonder if I can get it active again.


Must be some other way to open this.


Enough of that - we need to be in fighting shape.


How'd you even get that way?


Saving the day.


<i>Do not judge me.</i>


*Rest eludes you as you stare at the wrong side of the stars.*


Celestial pictographs - moon and stars. This is the seal that journal described.<br>


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


This looks familiar. Is it the spot marked on that map?


Looks like a hospital. Or the remains of one.


We'd make better strangers.


Erm. 'Scuse me. I can't find my mum.


Nobody's allowed through here without permission... least of all <i>you</i>.


I'm sorry, I don't think I can help you. I'm not fit for service.


A colony. A godsdamned <i>elder brain</i>. I faced a lone mind flayer, once, and it slaughtered half my squad.


Salt kiss your brow! We await your return - and the beastmaster's demise.


Somebody hurt Auntie - I'll open their veins.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


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


A little privacy please.


Not the roaring success I was hoping for.


You are already changed, True Soul. Hearing Her voice is what brought you here.


And Balduran sails off to die a silly death at sea. Hardly the stuff of heroism, Boo.


Oak Father, grant me a light touch...


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


I could've <i>sworn </i>I had that scroll.


Te adstringo linguam!


<i>Well would you look at that. If I had a bit more time, I think I could get used to this.</i>


But if you so much as smack your lips when I'm near, I will sever you piece by piece.


Very well, then: no regurgitation. That's a solemn vow, and I'm going to hold you to it.


Fulgur!


Half the squad dead for the sake of one runaway. <i>Gh'rack</i>.


Inveniam viam!<br>v3


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


At least I am not alone. I could not have borne that eternity.


...Boo! BOO!...


I'm awake! Mostly.


I'll rip out YOUR THROAT.


Kindly remove the mask - it is <i>unpleasant.</i>


I even killed a few thousand spawn while I was at it - you should be thanking me for saving you the trouble.


Recovered


Enough. My Lord beckons me.


I can't believe it - they actually executed Counsellor Florrick. I didn't know a person could turn so... purple.


You will? Wonderful!


You met that hoity-toity woman upstairs? She kept whinging that her wine tasted funny...


You are blinded by your loyalty, child. Still, I cannot blame you. A false queen's lies may yet ring true to honourable ears.


<i>Htak'a! </i>


Dolor!


La-da-da-da...


VO_SFX : Spit


WYLL! NO!


Weird and neat.


Walk well in the Dread Lord's bloody footsteps.


PainOpen<br>var 2


<i>You seek to reverse an inevitable process, a process of evolution. When I first escaped from the elder brain, I too railed against the change. But the longer I have inhabited this form, the more it has grown on me.</i>


Mystra commands all magic. Salvation, if such a thing exists, is hers to bestow or withhold.


Gremishkas? Magic's out of the question, then - no telling how they'll react.


Perhaps they had no choice but to hide.


Forever dauntless!


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


I'm sorry! I hope I didn't do anything wrong!


Must be the shadow curse. I <i>really </i>don't think we should go wandering in without protection.


Now that's a clown-y hand. Found part of Dribbles, then.


Gorran should have left it alone. He never did know when to accept defeat.


Maior, fortior!


Pulso!


We've won, yes, but at what cost? The peace of this grove has been shattered forever.


Why am I not surprised?


Can't keep anything lit in this curse.


There is no more for us to discuss.


Ah. A delicate matter. You will find milady upstairs.


So long as you can keep a lid on what's growing inside you, we're allies. Until you can't, and we're not.


The world's my funhouse.


A tidy slot, but no rune.


*A chill emanates from the pillar, and you sense the sorrow of a thousand damned souls trapped within.*


Let our enemies' corpses nourish the ground.


So, you've committed to being the Blade of Frontiers. None can doubt you've earned the title. Well done.


My purse is my most sensitive organ.


MY BEAUTIFUL SISTER IS MOSTLY INTACT


You won't. The Black Network is working <i>for</i> us. The Guild is hardly a soft target, but we're not set up for the turf war the Stone Lord's set on fighting.


I think they're dragon marks. Better keep an eye out.


Looks like that hurt.


Direct that elsewhere.


*Her patient is a tiefling - one you don't recognise, though clearly long dead.*


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


My stardom has waned somewhat recently, but I was once feted as one of the city's most promising artists.


As for me, I won't say I <i>enjoyed </i>my time there, but it was certainly... instructional.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


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


Effort v9


You <i>monster</i>!


What's there to change? We're a merry band of freaks all the same.


I just hope Aylin's as wise enough to sort it out before it sorts her.


But - what do you mean? He didn't say that!


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


I'm sure we have plenty of time before they work me to death.


Truly? Hah! And my ma said the singing would come to naught. Thank you. <i>Thank you.</i>


We'll need more pieces to support it in the edition afterwards.


I'm not sure I believe her, but does it really matter?


*These beings are kuo-toa - former ghaik playthings that manifest their gods through sheer belief.*


Still, we all have our little quirks. I'm sure we'll come to appreciate them in time.


The name pollutes the very air expelled in its uttering.


Fingerly.


Listen here.


Light's a good idea. Might protect us against this darkness.


These fungal spores are everywhere.


Buff


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


A painting like that would fetch a fortune in Waterdeep. Or Baldur's Gate, for that matter.


Well, what can I say. You look fine. Smell fine. <i>Seem </i>fine.


What is that? Almost sounds like weeping.


Come on, open up.


I agree. But we can't leave our posts, not with all the refugees swarming Wyrm's Crossing.


Then allow me to pique it for you.


So unite we did. First we obtained the crown; then we enslaved the brain. From there, it was but a small step to the most successful religious hoax ever perpetrated.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


I hope the Grand Duke strings up whoever did this to her.


As for why he'd want to take me <i>alive</i>... I don't know. And I don't want to find out.


You made the right decision.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Oh no. I <i>hate </i>wolves.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Yes. But you will meet this challenge, as you've met so many others.


Hm. Boo intended to taste Zhentish flesh first, but... so be it. It would be greedy to seek out more skulls to crack when we have not finished the one in front of us.


Sticking my neck out again.


Obedi me!<br>v2


You inflict the wound, then expect to heal it with 'sorries'. Keep them.


Depends. Did those you kill trust you? Care for you?


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


*He might wait days or years, but he will come for you. Your reckoning is inevitable.*


Watch your elders and learn.


Because I know who you are, and I know about the Astral Prism.


<i>K'chakhi!</i>


Tight fit. I barely got through.


Before the Absolute, I'd've gut your kind without thinkin' twice. Funny, innit?


Bad time for an itch.


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


Pretty rock. What's it for?


Gimblebock...


The hag could be anywhere in the city - find and kill her. I beg of you.


This'll dampen the pain.


It could be either, both, or something else entirely.


*Sleep claims you, determination buoyed by gentle dreams.*


Clear out, then. I have some tidying to do in case the Watchers get up and running again.


The traitor prince is close. We <i>must</i> split him open; we must fulfil Vlaakith's command!


Eyes on the prize - we need to win this!<br>


You sure about that?


<i>The Blushing Mermaid is also frequented by the criminal scum haunting this very gazette's hallowed pages. </i>


Who's the stubborn one now?


*You can tell only one thing - this beast will kill at the first opportunity.*


But that very power - the power to resist illithid control - which Vlaakith only pretends to know, is how I've been protecting you.


Got it! Looks like it might belong to the Counting House...


How could you <i>break</i> it?! I hope - I hope you're ripped apart by gnolls, you beast.


Command it to die. Quickly!


*You'd die too, of course, but your name would live on. 'Gale of Waterdeep, the Light of Faerûn.' If only you might live to see it.*


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


*These people were Dark Justiciars, an honorary order within the priesthood of Shar.*


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


You asked for an explanation, and I gave you one.


PainPretend<br>var 1


Take word to your crèche. You are to join our search.


But she's not just the Hells' problem now. She fled Avernus on the same ship you hitched a ride on.


Oh he most certainly will.


Cosy fire.


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


Fret not, my soul is quite safe. I am not about to swap one master for another.


I'll take the pain away.


I've got aquaintances, certainly. Plenty of colleagues. But friends? Those are precious indeed.


*You make out only a few faint figures and scattered debris through Nere's eyes.*


All that fighting over this chair - and now there's no one left to sit in it.


I'm all alone. Just me and the stones.


*As you assess the creature, you notice a stack of letters and shiny ring at the creature's feet.*


Thanks, but my mouth tastes like mutton, and I'm itching in hard-to-reach places.


The power to change the world - it may be within our reach. You must have an opinion, surely.


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - a gifted bard, perhaps - is a different matter.


Darkness is no time to mount a rescue. I can set out for Cazador's lair come dawn.


You've, well, inspired me. I want to stand on my own two feet, to prove that I can be half the bard Lihala was.


Whatever dangers lie ahead, at least the shadow curse is one blight we were able to cure.


This is the House of Grief; we strive to help those whose hearts have grown heavy, be it with anger, melancholy, grief...


A crypt. This must be where Shirra Clarwen is buried.


I don't understand. How so on my behalf?


I can't see a thing.


Those screams - someone's trapped in that mirror.


Lookit <i>this</i>. That's god's mark.


Your job is to serve drinks, you little devil. Do it.


A moment please, my friends - an old acquaintance has come to pay their respects.


Had a feeling you'd be back.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


You've learned to choose your own course. Enjoy that dizzying sense of freedom - after comes twice the headaches.


Save your thoughts for later.


Oh, I remember you. You're the one who let the ugly human hit me.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Karlach will, too. Just give her time.


But, let the wizard wet his robes in the river, if that is his wish.


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Gods, what living nightmare is this?


You're coddling these vagabonds and don't give a rat's arse about honest citizens!


Expello te!<br>v3


*As you snaffle the pungent mushroom, a lone memory unfolds in your rancid cortex.*


Only if you found it funny.


But here - to mend any hurts.


It's decided. Let's go.


I thought I told you to get lost?


There is no end to these foes - we have to dominate the brain!


Excellent armour - strange place to find it.


<i>You approach me again. And again I tell you, I require someone blessed with an illithid passenger.</i>


Recovered <br>V3


Mine own words are already as kersey as the travelling lamp in the summer sky.


Hear us!


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


Yet we live. And we have the Emperor to thank for it.


No. If there's any interference with the portal, then our one chance is lost forever. And so am I.


Their cities shall be as dust beneath Your feet.


The sacrifice lies ahead. I must find the spear before going any farther.


Better to leave it, I agree.


You know, if that parasite isn't to your taste, I'd be happy to consume it in your stead.


Talk to Kansif inside - he'll run through it.


Something's waiting up ahead.


Moving.


*The flames sputter away. The dagger is yours for the taking.*


I need you by my side.


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


Easing your burden.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


You have my attention.


'<i>Vlaakith'ka sivim hrath krash'ht</i>.' Only in Vlaakith may we find light.


I won't. I can't.


*The place has a quiet sense of calm. You can't see anything strange.*


Effort v4


I should have known something was up with that sleazy shit. I should've stopped him!


Another day, another fight.


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


Te video!<br>v2


And I am the hero who will save it.


Think I found something.


Even with the shadow curse gone, Shar's presence blooms everywhere. No doubt her teachings have found a strong purchase amongst the city's populace.


Can we get movin'? Nabbed these boots from a gnome, and they don't bloody fit.


Mol's eyepatch. I doubt that's a good sign.


Thou art the master - so it shall be.


I- look, mister, I don't want trouble.


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


Attack Critical<br>var3


My actions followed no teaching apart from my own justification. Good or ill, I made my choices.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Someone decided we were the best suited to see to any wounded.


So much blood... Must be where Father Lorgan was slaughtered.<br>


You do not need to apologise. You will be scarcely capable of satisfying my appetites - the vampire may be more easily nourished.


Where are my smelling salts?


<i>Chk</i>. I see your standards have markedly declined.


Most consider it unwise to poke a bear.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


Dying Deep Exhale


Should get started.


Efferve!


All right sweethearts. You dare to dance with a professional, you'll get your desire.


From your pocket to mine.<br>


Snore
zzZzz
v2


If he was able to escape the Shadowfell, then it mustn't have managed to consume his spirit - not all of it, anyway.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


Over here!


Gond help me, there's so much blood.


*Your companion frowns before turning away. Perhaps they expected more enthusiasm from you after sacrificing seven thousand lives.*


We'll need to explore thoroughly. I doubt Ketheric leaves the means to his downfall out in the open.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


We druids... concealed entrance... to our grove...


I get it. I can't speak for Vlaakith, but <i>I'll</i> always know who you are. The bravest, fiercest, most gorgeous woman in all the Realms.


By the hells, a lava elemental. No wonder the lake's so volatile.


Nothing's happening... but it doesn't look broken.


Well done? No... this shouldn't have been necessary in the first place. I failed.


<i> Im orak ne tay. Krasin ne trah! </i>


Effort v7


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


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


*You feel sated. More than sated - <i>complete</i>. And ready to face the Netherbrain.*


*Although elaborately designed, it appears to be nothing more than a mundane drinking vessel.*


Shadowheart took it all right, I hope. Don't like to see our girl too down in the mouth.


Perhaps you could tell me where to look, and I could ensure peace of mind for us both?


Effort v3


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


You'll still love me when I've got a face full of tentacles, right?


Invoco te<br>v3


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


A <i>clan-sen</i>. Just what we needed.


Aid is coming.


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


It's planting spores. The myconid means to raise the dead.


You don't think that's enough?


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


What is this place? The extent of the corruption here is... almost impressive. I'm not sure I want to step in there.<br>


The Absolute? Not bloody likely. Get them, fellas!


Shhh - people will <i>hear.</i>


A list of each and every soul I owe my power to. Thank you, one and all.


Wonder if the Absolute can hear me.


IT'S TIME TO FLY THIS COOP ON A HOPE AND A PRAYER


Oh, thank goodness. I was worried I'd have to get involved. Now let's keep our hands to ourselves, hmm?


Can you feel that? The dark, it's... <i>hungry</i>. Best watch the shadows.


All the strength of the lands we healed flows through me. And from me, to you. No matter what form you take.


Let's get this over with.


I can go on all night with the flattery, but is that really all you want?


So the plan is to do <i>nothing? </i>Let the Duke rot in prison while Baldur's Gate burns?


Here goes.


Let's take things nice and gently - I'd rather not blow up, if it's all the same.


<i>I am the Absolute's Right Hand. I will stand for no lies!</i>


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Citius!


I thought this place might bring me peace. I thought it might make the weight of what I must do feel a little lighter... but I am not so sure.


As you like. Hopefully my own remains are treated with a little more dignity, when the time comes...


Hope the road isn't too bad.


Laughter


Hold on! I'm coming.


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


Like hells. That ain't firewine!


I question the wisdom of that decision.


Da mihi facta!


Easy to say, but we can't disobey the master. We're not as lucky as you, Astarion.


Got a miracle in your back pocket you forgot to tell me about?


Effort v8


SmileClosed<br>var 2


Sazza also spoke of the Absolute. New god in town?<br>


The goblins... do they fight well?<br>


The Absolute's what? You lost your mind?


Let's see.


Look down there. Plenty of space for traps.


There's no keyhole. All that time practicing my lock picking - wasted.


Breaking my silence.


Roger, look, a visitor!


A dragon and an elf. Fast friends, it seems.


Carefully, now...


Silence your blasphemous tongue, Voss.


On it.


Shadowheart's old hideaway, by the look of it.


Better there than here.


I always have items of interest to those of a curious disposition.


Kind of beautiful - but also feels like you could choke on your own breath here.


Goosepimples are right - bits of the book were downright<i> </i>naughty.


What in the <i>Nine</i> Hells is wrong with you?


Oh look how he struggles! Don't do yourself a mischief, now.


Mors certa!


Killed without a mark. Who the hells does she serve?


Let's try to avoid any more punching - we need to find a healer.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v3


Minsc. I... wasn't expecting to see you. If you're looking for mother, I... well. There's no easy way to say it:


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


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


A Flaming Fist? Someone beat her to a pulp.


I need a shovel to dig this up.


Yes. I'd like time to think.


Banish those thoughts. You deserve a lifetime of happiness that was taken from you. Now we have to make up for lost time.


Brace yourself!


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


Sir - our friends are trapped in the cave-in. And I know a way to get them out.


Ale me!


A ludicrous one, at that. Vlaakith seized the empire from my peoples' very mother?


Maybe I can help with that... Didn't realise you were a True Soul.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Yes! Fun!


The weapon stopped glowing. How odd.


Perhaps you shall soon receive what you most desire.


Mm, mm, <i>mm. </i>Fortune favours my belly, for there is no meat more succulent than a stranger's.


On your feet.


And stay out!


Hells. This place is a sight to behold.


PAY ME IN BLOOD.


Good night, sweet Lady.


Need any advantage I can get.


So that mirror from before - it was used to steal memories.


For you, oh horned cheek.


It is how we will stop the mind flayers before they destroy us all.


*And you still do not know what it even is.*


What do I do now...?


Fine, hog them all to yourself. Perhaps I'll find amusement elsewhere.<br>


Worth the effort.


A ritual space. To turn the living undead, looks like.


She doted on her grandfather, the only person who tried to protect her when her mother failed to kill her.


Gods only know what tricks that man will pull to serve himself. Still, if that's the only way to help Oskar, we have no choice.


He dresses fabulously but stinks of the Hells - something infernal, to be sure. <i>Abhorrent.</i>


One more Chosen to go. Can't <i>wait</i>.


Thou saved the world, Gale.


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


Hmm, let's see.


Take the weapon yourself, then. Seek the <i>ch'r'ai</i> below.


I'm not saying we should trust a goblin, but she sounds very useful.


We've not much to go around, but we'll make it stretch. We always do.


Boo says smite! That means I must hit you very hard, I think.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


An earthquake - but they are not commonplace here, surely?


They broke my mind.


Do you smell it, siblings? The meat below the tower?!


They will pay for this. They will die for this!


I'm sweating bullets. What if I blow our cover?


Invoco te!<br>v2


Ad vitam aeternam!


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


There'll be plenty of dead to mourn, when this is done. But songs to sing, too.


This sensation - these flowers are absorbing all the magic in the air.


If I must.


You... you smell of magic. Magic of thunder and pain...


Buff


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v2


Nigh a tenday I've gone without honest fare worthy of the name - drank naught but what the sky entitled my thirst.


Enter his unholy embrace.


ARGH. NO. Stop. Tricktricktrick. Monster. MONSTER.


Darkness, guide my hand.


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


Would you now?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


That is enough.


Kill me, and I'll destroy the city anyway.


Boo! I scared you - I saw it. <i>Nobody </i>beats me at hide and seek.


G'waaaan!


I helped overthrow Ketheric Thorm and his Dark Justiciars years ago. But I failed to prevent him from unleashing darkness across the region before he was defeated.


Twit, twat, twerp.


A shame to go to all the effort of saving the city if we do not seize it, but rebuilding will be a formidable task.


Now - you are?


It won't budge.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


This is my paintbrush. I make sure everything that's in those big ugly article blocks becomes fine printed artistry. I'm a master pensman, I am.


It's not. And you better keep those fingers far away.


<i>Look out! </i>Someone's comin' from the crypt!


Keep steady. We're not finished yet.


The power I use to protect you, I stole it from someone. They want it back. <br>


Stuck no more.


The tools used to construct and control them may well be here in the city. If we were to control Baldur's Gate, the Steel Watch could be ours.


Thrinn don't believe in mixing work between us and <i>you</i>. No, I think you were trying to escape.


Dialino!


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Same here. My knees are buggered already, never mind running after cultists.


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


You will die for me, won't you?


Attention, Clan Flameshade:


Beneath her forbidding countenance, I sense this cleric will prove quite the companion. A wise decision to let her join us.


Poor little infidel afraid to face the one true god.


Yeah, all right, fine. Who are you, his muse?


Goblins. Gnolls. All manner of monsters!


Canto te!<br>v3


Regardless - you've made your point. I shall put thoughts of the crown aside for the time being.


I... *Sob.*


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


*For a moment, your throat seems to fill with warm blood, spilling into you from a living vessel. Anticipation of the feast.*


Exalted hunter! You will go down in legend after that fight.


So it goes.


Boo says you asked for this.


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


Impossible. The master of the Adamantine Forge would be known - and feared - throughout the Underdark.


What do we have here?


Corruptus!


AND <i>YOU</i>...


Moonrise...? Like the place from your s-stories, Jaheira?


It saw us 'fore we saw it. Jammed its blade through Yul's belly, straight to the other side.


Your suffering will be spectacular.


Barrelstalks. Threaten the myconids, and boom: poison everywhere.


You bow - or you break!


Look upon her.


I wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


The inquisitor must hear of the <i>zaith'isk</i>'s failure.


Under your stewardship, we shall truly flourish.


Mizora has something planned for you, Wyll. I could see it in her eyes... and I fear it does not bode well.


Others might be all right... now the spectator's dead.


Light, yes. Something to burn the cursed shadows away.


If you're half the friend you're posing as, you'll tell her that her part in this is done.


*You burn in the fires of Avernus; the lightning storms of Dis strike your flesh. Your soul passes through each layer of the Hells, gaining their essence - and their torment.*


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


<i>All right then. Let's do this. I just want to see the sky one more time before I go...</i>


Feel free to look around the temple - but fair warning. The Investigator won't change her mind without significant new evidence.


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


Baretha, see that her skull is split and the weapon collected. I will take word to Queen Vlaakith - our quest has ended.


More where this came from.


No.


Hey, don't talk like that. We'll work on it.


We are erasing her.


I'd prefer not to see it again, that's for sure.


I'll kiss it better later.


Charms, wards, abjuratory aids - get them all right here!


Let me try! Yah!


Goblins ahead!


I am a living witness to Bhaal's defeat those hundred years ago, so I know your battle against him is not futile. He can be stopped.


Oh. Yes. Hello.


A lot of Harpers died stopping Ketheric the first time around. We'll make it stick this time.


These sahuagin rarely venture out of the depths. They must be drawn to something nearby.


I'd break you in two... if you were worth it.


Falling<br>var 2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


<i>Walk in blood. </i>


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Amicus animalis!


What kind of contraption is this?


Vanquished. Let us strip whatever valuables remain from her corpse.


Mors animae!<br>v2


A ring, stained with blood. It isn't treasure the killer sought.


It'd be madness to attack a vampire stronghold at night. Better just rest and wait for sunrise.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


You should've stayed... you should've been with me.


Some kind of tank?


'Take my place' - what are you talking about? Who? Blasted wraith...


Just a bit of late-night humour for you. Your input would be most welcome.


Strength in partnership.


But if you change your mind, just say so. I'm here. And I'm ready for whatever comes next.


<i>Vlaakith is relentless. You handled it well. Let us hope she exhausts her forces soon. </i>


*The tendrils <i>tighten</i>, and suddenly you are... elsewhere.*


Come here a moment, will you?


Brace yourself...


I never thought I'd see the Gauntlet of Shar for myself. In fact, part of me wondered if it was actually real.


Indeed. This place makes my skin crawl - no, makes it run full pelt.


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Amicus animalis!


Oh, oh, are we making chocolate cake? Are we?


Voco potentia!<br>v3


On the bed. Lie back.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Bloody thing - it's jammed shut.


Now you need my help.


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


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


You Absolute-shaggers owe us a crap-load of coin. You want through? Make a donation.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Prove yourself worthy, and you will have what you seek.


He-ho-hoo-haHAHAHAHAHA! Shall it be - THOU?


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


That old elf took two guards by herself. And she wasn't even <i>scratched</i>.


One the one hand, killing Gortash would be fun. On the other, Gale can be very annoying.


Remember this moment. Remember Arabella's cold, dead body. And live with the blood of an innocent child on your hands.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Oh, but do enjoy yourself this night. I intend to, myself. Wyll looks particularly tempting.


Guilt won't bring her back. You did more than anyone else - and think how many children can sleep safer now.


Let's see what this does.


<i>I will remain at the Society for some time. They will require a lengthy report on my observations here.</i>


Detono!


*Before the shadows, there was once a house full of warmth a childrens' laughter in this one's life. No more.*


Good.


We can't face the brain without all three stones.


Who wants to challenge this snivelling <i>is'tark</i>?


Those with more... <i>sanguine</i> natures are rarely attuned to the Ethereal Plane, or ready to receive its wisdom -


*You may believe you have all you need within yourself to defeat the Netherbrain, but you are mistaken. Something is missing.*


Hello.


A scrying eye - or whatever's left of it.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


So it begins. So it will end.


Move along - I've got my hands full enough without gawkers.


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


Arabella?


I just want a little look.


I will pray anew to my Moon Mother for your health, wealth, and happiness.


Kid's lucky you were here.


We need you, Lady Keene! Time to honour your debt.


We need to do something soon, don't we.


Well yes. Formulae Arkku through Fruak were spectacular failures. But Gruna - Gruna is different. Believe me!


I pray to Silvanus each night - the Wild Father will protect those refugees. I hope.


Just a bit longer and my child would have been born. And all this - all this would have been over.


The map shows tunnels beneath a temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is scrawled alongside them.


I shall make my way.


Looks a bit like you, actually.


*A pile of belongings, forsaken to the curse so that their owners could escape with their lives.*


Hey - wait! That's the only thing keeping us from transforming!


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


Mors certa!<br>v3


What's the harm in one night? Think of it - actual beds. <i>Pillows.</i>


Wonder what's past this.


Hold on, Johl. Let them talk. What would you suggest?


Interesting bottle. Looks expensive.<br>


I would love to, but you've already made quite a mockery of yourself.


That is how he came to crave the power of the Bhaalspawn. He saw them not as living things, but as tools for his own machinations.


Hot hot HOT!


I must confess, there's a certain dignity to it. The grand champion wearing an unholy skin.


You were many things to me, but never a threat. And never a saviour.


Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hee!


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


I bet you've gotten up to all sorts - but we won't keep you. I bet it'll all be in the next Gazette, anyway, eh?


Please. I can't. I can't go first.


I'm a bit busy at the moment. We'll talk later.


Crude, but vivid as artwork goes. Whoever made these must be long dead.


What was that? Stay here - I'll take a look.


Glad to see we all made it through the night intact. A promising sign that we may be able to curb those urges of yours.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Where would you be without me?


URGGGH. Less talking, MORE KILLING.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


There's something underneath here...


Someone - some<i>thing</i> - shed Flaming Fist armour like a second skin.


You have to stay strong. You have to resist. If you don't, we're all doomed.


You want to die for this stupid goblin? Fine.


I ain't going home empty-handed again...


But fine. You don't need my friendship and I don't need you sliming around my palace.


Rope and gear. Someone was feeling adventurous.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Not by choice. I'm a good skull-crusher, but I <i>never </i>wanted to serve Zariel.


What path lies before me?<br>


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


Here you go, soldier!


Take the useless mutt if you're so inclined. I'll have nothing more to do with him.


There is a bond between us, True Soul. I can see what you are. What you <i>want</i>.


Words. I'm about more than that.


Right tool will do the trick.


Leave me be. You've done enough.


*Great powers rest within the realm of the mirror, to be granted at the Dark Lady's whim to those making a suitable offering - a piece of themselves.*


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


In just... just a minute.


He will tremble at your slaughter. So eager to spill the guts from this city.


Call me Shadowheart.


Truthfully, I have no need for an ally who gives away her power at the first ask. I have enough underlings. I want an equal.


I've been Black Network for as long as I remember. I've been <i>loyal</i>. Few bumps in the road don't change that.


You spherical git.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


What do ya want? I'm not the one in charge.


I can hardly leave you like this, can I?


ClosedMouth Effort v2


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Weak


Vos curo!<br>v3


I won't let you fall.


Hurt Critical


*You are the Heart of the Gate, a rightful Grand Duke. Your next step determines the leader you'll become.*


Thou necrotic stump!


Don't give me trouble now.


Everything I've done, everything I have built, has been to give Isobel that chance. And you, True Soul - you have <i>squandered it.</i>


I could feel His <i>hate... </i>How it <i>roiled</i> for you, betrayer child.


Thy hubris was thy downfall once again. Thou didst reforge the Crown without knowing the true nature of its power, or the orb within thy chest.


Now, eh... we'd best get goin', eh?


Let us hope, then, that time does not too quickly run out.


A Selûnite coming-of-age ritual. Mor arduous than I'd have expected.


When we first met, I could not have chosen that future. I could choose nothing.


Do not falter! I am here.


<i>A gift. A gift to make you as we are. Soon you will be so beautiful. So powerful.</i>


*It shies away, croaking a warning, eyes wide in terror.*


Dunk it, shoot it.


A new flavour of scum that's been muscling in on our business.


Hold on.


Cured. Be cured, he cured, we cured.


Oh yeah. That last soul coin was just what I needed. I feel... I feel <i>incredible!</i>


*Ragzlin's mind is clouded by doubt, surprised once more by a question he didn't expect...*


A pigeon died here, and was dragged toward the temple. What a grand mystery.


You better watch out, our parents will be here soon. And when they find you, they'll - urgh.


The saviour Zevlor mentioned in his last message. Well met.


You'll be humbled soon enough. Just wait until the Mother Superior is finished with you.


I'm so sorry, my sweet girl. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you.


I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I'm not sure this is the time or the place.


<i>Ignore them. You are better now than you've ever been. </i>


<i>Steel Watcher, into service!</i>


Snore
zzZzz


*Your words are heavy with righteousness and sincerity. Enough to get you off the hook, this time.*


Do not underestimate this opponent. At best you will have the blink of an eye to strike.


In nocte consilium!<br>v2


Dyin's the only thing they're good at.


Judging by this map, there's a temple below - and something deadly waiting there.


Ugh.


Recovered


These are civilians. Open battle would be a massacre.


Laughter


Though, erm, perhaps there's something we can do...


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Gods, I need to rest. Maybe the world will feel less insane in the morning.


But - but I wanna hear it <i>squeal</i>!


We must press forward. Let's deal with Ketheric, then find Voss in Baldur's Gate.


But look at all these unfinished Watchers. You need us!


Seems we don't need a combination for the door after all.


Mate, there is so much wrong with that name.


Moving.


YES! We need to go find Dammon. I'm going to get a hug! Soon!


Death becomes you.


You know what to do. Don't be afraid.


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


Let's see this done.


Look at that.


Invoco te<br>v2


I wish thee good fortune, and good grace.


A handy little trick.


Smells like blood and tears. This place saw a lot of suffering.


If he winds up, I'm gonna snap his neck - if the rothé don't stomp his lights out first.


I can't, I'm sorry. We may have saved the world, but I have unfinished business to take care of. I don't want to jeopardise you while I look for my place in this world.


*The scars on your back flare to life, as if you can feel the knife in your flesh all over again.*


You'll be stronger than ever.


I am not known for my <i>patience.</i>


The end may be close. Time to reap what we have sown.


*But this body says it all... your desires for cruelty will not hide from you.*


Yes. Bane, Lord of Darkness. Bhaal, Lord of Murder. Myrkul, Lord of Bones.


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Better take a closer look.


Pallida mors!<br>v3


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


I'll make a necklace of their cunning tongues.


I... I don't know.


Well. After you.


Dame Aylin needs our help. Powerful she may be, but she can't crush Lorroakan alone.


Tha's the quickest chicken I've ever seen!


I most wholeheartedly agree.


No need to get too close, all right? We'll be out of your way in just a moment.


Hag can't have gone far.