Dunno what I expected. That much gold for some long-lost relic.


Hells, they've gone crazed. Because of the lever?


I'm <i>sleepy</i>, mummy. You must stop waking me up.


Let's see what those harpies were hoarding.


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


That was my next job. I was just raking the -


Drunk <br>V3


I heard screaming inside! I hope everyone's all right. You should, uh, you should go check.


Don't shout at me!


Are they all like this?


<i>Your minds will crumble under my assault. </i>


Try to keep up.<br>


<i>Wait! What if the sa'varsh can read my mind?!</i>


Loneliness isn't so bad. At least I'm alive.


*His mind opens up, revealing cracked and quivering memories. At their heart, you see dark eyes, commanding you to feed.*


Their kids broke my window, the scum!


She saved her parents from the perverse Shar's torture, that they may begin a new life. Some wounds are slow to heal, and some never will. But in their salvation she hath found her light.


Attack<br>var 4


Ow! That damned kobold...


They deserve their peace - and vengeance, if we can deliver it for them.


Please, we've got to get to light...


Gods, they're going to want a bloody <i>speech</i>, aren't they?


The traitor Voss lives. If you meant to frustrate me, congratulations on your pathetic victory.


We had the beginning of something special, you and I... but no more. You didn't change your ways, even when I warned you.


Yes, this is the one - and just in time. There's a city to be saved.


Yeah. Apart from the doom and gloom, you've given me more than I could ever hope to repay.


Very well.


Damned gnolls are everywhere.


<i>O Cap', my fearsome Cap',</i>


Aye. Your reign of horror is over, Karlach.


Yeah, yeah. Like that.


I don't rightly know. But they was up to no good, lurching this way and that.


Snore
zzZzz


Should steel myself first.


But it goes beyond logic. Do not you feel it, brothers? The pull for something <i>more? </i>Do you not see it, friend visitor? Their unfulfilled potential?


The shadow curse is gathering its forces. Got to protect the portal.


I've got you.


With a flick of the wrist.


Kozakuran language. Same as the door.


Noblestalk. Yes, Derryth needs noblestalk. Mushroom. Good stuff.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Your <i>ghaik </i>friend is no ally - they are an abomination.


Intelligenti pauca!


Yeah? We'll see 'bout that!


We're not scared of you!


Yes - I mean, no. I mean...


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


I'll get you moving again.


You're nothing but a bloodthirsty maniac. I have to stop you.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


You have a part to play in this slaughter.


All these years, that dream kept us going, that you would break free. No matter what they made you do to us, we knew you were still in there.


I was just going anyway. I need to clear my head.


Ugh. Then I shall have to keep them busy praying for mercy from <i>other</i> gods, won't I?


A doppelganger? Hells - I wasn't ready for that.<br>


Hells - as if the targets on our backs weren't already plain enough.


But if even a <i>fraction</i> of what they wrote about you in that article is true, I want nothing to do with you. Sorry.


*Wyll's mind calls out to you, unbidden. His heart thumps and his spirit quivers.*


Are you mad? Just... just leave, please!


Jara, what's going on? Who's this person?


I'm afraid this is where we part ways - my condition's deteriorated beyond even my capacity to salvage.


More of those wretched things.


To seek the heart of a githyanki warrior takes a good deal of courage. I can only think what you share must be quite serious, to brave such a task.


...I should have been more discreet around you, clearly. Yes, you're right.


For all his rugged charm, Wyll is a man of tradition. He would not share you with a Duke's daughter, let alone an exile from the Underdark.


<i>Time to bite, my owlbear friend!</i>


Lady Shar has given me a new mission - and the Prism plays no part in it. In fact, it seems like the Mother Superior's concern alone, and she has strayed from the Dark Lady.


Now, you wanna take a look at the other stuff I got? Or maybe you just wanna <i>go</i>.


You were once Bhaal's favourite. You worshipped Him the way that he would wish - your blood-lust innate, your thirst for butchery unslakable.


I have every right: I am strong, you are weak.


Dying Panic Fall


Caveat incantator!<br>v2


Gela!


What if some strays decide to take refuge here? Or worse, the owners?


That's not going to work.


Recovered


Silence can be best. Give it a try sometime.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Do you mind?


Better be cautious.


Two legs. Too familiar.


Thank you for letting me work on the Steel Watch. I am very lucky to be part of this.


Now! It's really time we were going.


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


Is Ketheric truly slain?


Lady Shar speaks...? But just some echo, surely. A guiding voice in stone.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Orders received.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


I don't know who you think you are to disturb these proceedings, but I will exact your contrition from your <i>flesh</i>.


Te video!<br>v2


Ah!


Attack Critical<br>var3


There was a battle here once - a large one.


Are you well, Gale? This would be a bad spot to fall into a faint.


Stay lit, you useless stick!


His name is known far and wide, I see.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Either Orpheus is assimilated. Or I slay him in Vlaakith's name, and the Netherbrain takes our minds and bodies for its own.


Wave after wave with hardly a breath between them. I almost dare not rest.


Assimilate Orpheus, and I will rip off your every limb and bask in your agony!


That's curious.


Then I'm glad we were lucky enough to meet you.


<i>She is a test of your loyalty. When you strike this blow, a cleansing of my church will be unleashed, with you as my instrument.</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Wrong! It's bottom <i>right</i>.


All this fear of an inquisitor. He'd better be worth it.


They turned everything they did into an art. The art of conversation. The art of taste, time honoured and newly acquired.


You! You poisoned us!


*You're almost ready to proceed, but something's missing - Ketheric Thorm's Netherstone.*


I'm not imagining it, am I? These rats seem to be getting more articulate.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!


Besides, I reckon it owes us seein' as how it just <i>ate </i>our last chicken.


Right. Never mind.


NO MORE QUESTIONS. SPIN OR DON'T.


Not again, at any rate.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


It is up to them to deliver on this potential. They know the punishment if they fail.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 5


Growling? Come on, at least use words. You're better than this - fight it.


If only she understood. The longer we wait, the longer the horrors of the wilds imperil us.


Do not feign ignorance with me - I know exactly what memories were left to rattle around that foolish head of yours.


Te absolvo!<br>v3


Hope your soul is in good hands.


*The drow says nothing more, his eyes wide with shock.*


There's blood here, not yet dried. And no sign of the smith...


I <i>must </i>speak with Wulbren. Now more urgently than ever.


You aren't the first to underestimate me, Gale of Waterdeep. But you may well be the last.


*Questions gnaw at your mind like a tadpole at its host.*


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


Yuck.


This ain't your town, friend. But it can be your grave.


I guess this is our best chance. You can handle it. And I'll still like you just the same.


Peruse the finest artisanal instruments in all of Baldur's Gate.


Twit, twat, twerp.


We're closed for business today. Apologies.


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


Your seething passions lead only to pleasure. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Argh! You -


Can't leave you in the lurch.


*You do recognise the language, however. These people are Gur, a tribe of monster hunters.*


Stay calm, I'll get you up.


No! What did you do?!


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)<br>v2


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


His people... I... warned you...


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


He got the <i>stuffing </i>kicked out of him. Wa-hey!


Spurious prune-tart.


That old woman was certainly memorable.


The spirits have spoken. 'The Necromancy of Thay' must go unread.


Point me the way, and I will scrape my enemy's skin from its body.


Maybe it's my nets. I'll give them a clean too.


Te curo!


Damn. Someone tore the horns off a war devil.


I hear shouting. Someone needs help.


A cave. I mislike this stone sky - too easy for quarry to hide.


I'm not jealous, you know. If I wanted to bed something loyal and pure, I'd find a swan.


Extra Recovered <br>V2


You are just lost, Jenevelle. Selûne will show you the way home, in time -


Bloody Ed. I wish he'd listened.


You're glowing with magic. Mystra must be mighty happy right about now.


Effort v3


Jaheira's legacy has only begun.


So long as Nightsong's in that cage, Ketheric will keep getting back up.


Attack


It is simply derived from an existing source of inspiration.


Mayrina better come out of this in one piece. Hag magic leaves scars - ones that aren't so easily healed.


The perfect child, from the strongest stock. He made you well.


Boo is enjoying this chasing of Chosen. Let us find the last, so he might take another trophy.


Attack Critical<br>var3


Suppose I'll lend a hand.


Yes yes, I'll save you.


I protect you from becoming a mind flayer - I cannot protect you from yourself.


This entire conversation is a waste of our time, don't you think?


Those items are protected by a wizard's ward. We should find a way to undo it, lest it singe Boo's whiskers.


What's wrong with enjoying a gift from our guests?


Not your best moment.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Dissolve!


Saving the people of the grove was all the satisfaction I could ask.


Now? General Thorm is ready to see you.


No. That was Master Halsin.


Closed Mouth Effort


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


This place is unnatural in ways I cannot truly fathom - a vile celebration of death without purpose.


A little time to rest and reflect, and I'll be ready to go at it anew. What say you?


Now, now, children - let's not lose our heads. Figuratively or literally.


Victory v3


On your knees, darling.


That's mostly a synonym for 'yes', by the by.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


So the demonic figures we saw were <i>githyanki</i> all along?


Shadow Druids... it seems Kagha's been keeping secrets.


Let me guess - 'The Absolute is the only way.'? Don't bother.


Look at that.


A sister. She's got two boys - the sweetest things you've ever seen.


Lady Shar awaits us.


*Vellioth recalls when Cazador rebelled against him. Cazador suffered eleven years of impalement... because he failed.*


<i>You continue to surprise me. </i>


You're fools, <i>obviously</i> Dusk was the story's best character.


<i>Thirrrsty.</i>


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Risus abundat!


Indeed. I'll just... carry your things then, shall I? Scrub your boots? Just one moment.


Look at that! Jergal, the Scribe of the Dead. This chapel must be ancient.


*Sigh.* You'll see the truth soon enough, whether you like it or not.


Who in the Nine Hells do you think you are?


Just handing him over like that... I don't know. I hope we made the right choice.


Torre!


Don't say a word. Just listen.


*The device misses its mark, searing the back of your skull. The world grows dimmer, your perception weakens.*


Perhaps.


You can die later.


The hamster that voyaged through wildspace.


Rally.


A sword like this would certainly get Gale's attention.


I'll set you loose.


Those claws look deadly. Stay on your guard.


Next time, Grib'll be on guard duty, right, boss?


Shit. You think a runt like you's gonna... nngh...


Watch your tongue - these were my brethren.


'You are mine.'


Hmm. Didn't work.<br>


That <i>smell </i>- something died in here.


It shall be done.


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


All right, but we're keeping our eyes on you.


What you did for your parents was a profound act of love. I won't dwell on the matter, but know that you showed immense courage. They would be proud.


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


I wish we could go upstairs to watch.


All this killin'... for the Absolute!


There's no way I'd sleep through that. And there's no way a boar killed Alfira.


You'll need to pick up where Aradin left off - find the hidden entrance. It's somewhere in these ruins, from what I've heard.


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


I am. Got nothin' to fear from you.


Tell me - what makes <i>you</i> special?


These used to be living people. What a fate.


Too many thoughts - a thrice-cursed ailment. The emptiness you yearn for will be yours again.


You. Don't move a godsdamned muscle.


Pity. That tadpole actually made you interesting.


Killing is but another vital function of your existence. Such is the Urge.


Those two must have history.


Do as it says - we will decide how to deal with the <i>ghaik </i>once we escape this place.


Night-time raids are considered the height of rudeness in Rashemen. We shall find them, and retrieve Astarion.


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Stop this thiiiing!


Trust me, I will. Let's keep going.


You first! I double-drow-dare you! Are you afraid?


You fabulous murderer. Oh, I wish I could have seen him grovel and beg and bleed. Maybe his soul will come to us one day.


Hm, just thought of something.


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


*The ache builds as you squeeze your hands together. Were your fingers always so thick, your skin always so sticky?*


You misunderstand the Lord of Murder. He is not proud. He simply is.


Waterdeep - the forces of the Absolute could threaten even the City of Splendors if they were to reach it.


And you - you are abominations twice over. You carry <i>ghaik</i> parasites. And you harbour the Heretic Prince Orpheus.


*You have found your kin at last. You know to step carefully - the cultists have the crèche on high alert.*


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Taking my due.


She's not breathing.


This is so exciting. Let's make tracks!


Sorry, I've got nothing to offer. What little there is has to go to the young ones.


I can't remember where I wanted to go. Maybe I'm already there.


Not like this...


Do you remember what I told you before, about how I can't swim? Well, I think it's time I remedied that. And washed off Shar's bile at the same time.


There's an awful slump to those broad shoulders of yours, petal. Are you hurt? Cold? Feverish?


The machine - it's going to blow!


While the iron is hot.


That statue. It seems they worshipped some kind of... scholar?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Fine. But don't delay.


This is a beautiful place - and I can't bloody wait to be free of it.


What about Estra's column? She always has something juicy in the Gazette.


Oh dear - Dribbles' flesh is near torn asunder. Poor thing was most certainly alive when he was hacked up.


Let's chat.


Attack Critical<br>var2


...Get me OUT!


Hells, I read about you on the privy, didn't I? Likes of you just make it hard on the likes of me.


A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.


Only a little taken.


Once they've packed up everything, I'll be leading us all on to Baldur's Gate.


Hm. From the looks of that book, Gale might want it.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


They see us as <i>ghaik</i> - tadpoled husks in the Emperor's thrall.


That wall's barely holding together.


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


But the greatest villains I've faced as the Blade? They look more like you and me than they do the beasts of my fantasies.


Hmm. I can think of better places to enjoy literature than in the depths of the Underdark...


We shouldn't stay too long. The goblins might come back.


Elemental, my dear.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


For you, oh horned cheek.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


Or did the child's little pet leave you no appetite for the main course? Do you not savour the slaughter of such innocence?


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


It is not over.


Squeal, little piggies!


*An air of decay hangs over the stooped beggar's form. The smell of rot. The smell of death.*


You won't be waiting long.


Which begs the question... would you be willing to help me achieve me one and greatest goal?


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


A waste of my talents.


Maledicte es!


Victory<br>


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


...Yeah, she's not coming back.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


This grave is a mess - probably an animal's doing.


*The corpse regards you lifelessly.*


How do you feel?


*Though the thought crosses your mind, it doesn't hold you, doesn't devour you, as your thoughts too often can.*


Murdered... infidel...


Time to DIE!


I heard about the Dead Three. And, more importantly, Duke Ravengard.


Vile statues everywhere. How could a temple of Shar be here also?


Take me with you!


He's a pompous sack of spare parts. He and his undead lackeys should never have come here. Perhaps I can rid Lady Shar's gauntlet of them yet...


Not exactly an opportune moment.


Irretio in sphaera!


*Just as Elminster promised, Gale stands before no ordinary idol.*


Of course. Whenever you're ready.


It won't be hard to keep their scent. That foul blood is everywhere.


Boo wants a little look inside.


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


Still, I suppose a guest in our crèche can be allowed some understanding. What brings you to my hatchery?


<i>It wants to evolve, but it cannot do so alone. It must commune with another.</i>


Sorry, would you mind leaving me be? These books won't discuss themselves.


Ah, drink it in - that sweet, sweet chaos.


The gnolls' stink is everywhere.


Don't fret, I'm on my way.


My head is spinning. I can't believe you did this. What's going to happen to us ...are you going to end us like you ended Cazador?


It makes no sense. None of it means anything.


Influence, yes. But a power born of illithids is not one to take lightly. I would urge you to exercise caution.


Who the hell dug this out?<br>


Hm. Tastes of damp and death - something necromantic about this portrait.


Balthazar - Ketheric Thorm's pet necromancer.


Fare thee well, pale one.


My mistake - your mind tastes familiar. Where <i>are</i> you reporting from?


You... you <i>did</i> something to me. I will not have my strings pulled like some parasite's puppet. You will <i>not </i>get the chance to do it again.


Silly little whisker-wart came bargin' in 'ere with his mates causin' a ruckus.


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


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


Looking for flavour to savour? Perhaps -


Are you soft in the 'ed? Every bleeder in 'ere is gabbin' on about it. Traitorous bastards.


Dying Burning<br>v3


They were tenacious. I wonder what they wanted here - other than bloodshed.


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Let me mark it on your map. I'll be heading back soon, so I can meet you there.


Even I'm not desperate enough to fuck an imp.


Dame Aylin's nowhere to be seen. We've made a powerful enemy if she slipped through Rolan's fingers.


Should've at least locked the place up proper before they left.


Well that's it, isn't it? I didn't think - because if I had for even half a second I would have realised how stupid this was.


Myrkul's Chosen is naught but a corpse. Let us see the other two suffer the same fate.


You are more than rich - you are the picture of luxury. Your nakedness cloaked in the robes of thrice-combed silk, woven with silver and golden threads.


Another life must be claimed in the name of our Lord. Choose wisely from this list.


Trouble... with Guild... warlock offered... good coin...


What-cha... this'n's some <i>booyahg</i>! They're tryna magick me!


In time, I will slay the occupant of that artefact. You'd be foolish indeed to intervene.


Myrkul's holy symbol. He must have had a follower come to this place.


You acted quickly, decisively, and compassionately. I - nay, all of us - owe you no less than our undying gratitude.


Smoke. Something's burning.


You may enter.


*The ancestral knowledge of your dragon-clan is diluted amid the liquid hate in your blood.*


I have just the thing.


Our friend is not like you were, Sarevok. When Boo speaks to them of goodness, they does not get that stupid, soon-to-sneeze look on their face, as you used to.


We were both part of Zariel's inner circle. Her by choice. Me by force.


Your reconnaissance is appreciated. This information will be vital in deciding our new strategy. Dismissed!


You are not familiar to me, <i>ra'stil</i>. Do you bring news of the weapon?


<i>Dragons - overhead!</i> Stay low.


<i>Prove your worth, Karlach. Do not buckle at the slightest pressure. Go on. Refuse me.</i>


This isn't what I do on a daily basis. I was just passing by.


*Your companion's frown is fleeting, but unmissable. Without a word they turn away.*


Each door named after a wizard of renown. The Annals must be behind Karsus' door.


Not a chance I'll fit in there.


Stars and moons like that dwarf's poem said. And these plates can be turned.


What is it you want?


Attack<br>var 2


Umberlee's tits, I said no!


You really do think highly of yourself. My sights are set on something much more valuable than your soul, succulent though it would be.


It is good to have you with us. There is something rotten at the heart of this city and it needs purging.


Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before, pudding - now clear off.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Orin relished tormenting this poor soul.


I see what's happening, Karlach. The end is coming. But it doesn't have to look like this.


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


Let us be resolved. Today, we name Lord Enver Gortash as Archduke of Baldur's Gate.


I can close that up fast.


I thought I made myself <i>very </i>clear, civilian. Move along.


There's an air about it like a soft mist. Weave to be sure.


A devil? I didn't take the Blade for a fool. I'm - <i>ngh! </i>


All of Toril could have screamed at your command... A shame.


Dark Justiciars? I must see for myself.


<i>--DOMINATE--</i>


Combat Vocals - Dying<br>Ahhhhhhhhhh.....


*Your heart flutters with excitement as you call out for the dragons. The Astral Plane awaits, and a rebellion takes shape. Your rebellion.*


PainTeeth<br>var 2


*The dead cannot stop you, but the living can - get ready for a fight.*


Tut tut. Orin was right, she did turn you to a half-wit. Patriars - the Absolute's assassins walk among us!


*She doesn't believe you will do it. You can see, she wants to believe there is mercy in all, even in the worst.*


And I know who.


Relics are wasted on bones. We can make much better use of them.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


Nice little hole here. Someone needed a bit of space.


Urgh. That new master is stupid.


I'd love nothing more than to see her grind that wretch into bonedust.


Who's the stubborn one now?


Handy ring. It revealed this button.


You would have me surrender, kin? A disgusting notion.


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


Come on. Up!


Their equipment doesn't seem to be worse for wear though, even after all this time.


I am the first to speak ill of this city. But I never wished to see it burning like this.


If they be innocent, they deserve life. If they be not - death. This hanging about in between... it is uncommon cruel.


A naive interpretation of the forces at work beyond your perception. No wonder you sought a hand like mine to lead you through the darkness.


There's something devilish to this. Infernal magic.


Vos curo!<br>v2


More foes - Halsin better get back soon.


There's worse ways to travel, I guess.


You tempt me to break my oath, whelp.


Whatever's happening to you will pass. It doesn't scare me. Stay with me.


I'm sure I have not lost the knack.


She's cute as a bug - and not much bigger.


Ugh, no! DISGUSTING!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


I had better watch your back then.


Flagra!


You should think about joining the Fist, you know. We could do with more people like you.


Whatever you like, our kitchen can prepare it, saer.


I'm hardly pining. It's been a year or more since Mystra cast me aside.


This is nothing but junk!


They just keep coming.


We should make a run for it.


Seek, and I shall find.<br>


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


A note, hidden beneath the canvas.


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


Look at those uniforms. They must have belonged to some kind of sect.


<i>This is the only outcome.</i>


Take my hand!


If I cannot remain stable... well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. I'd hate to cut our acquaintance short, shall we say?


Ascend and conquer!


You led the drow here? By the Nine Hells, why?


Oh no. This is Arabella's mother.


You're not leaving with them.


Then all of a sudden my net starts dragging and there's a bloody waveservant all twisted up in it!


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I didn't drop anything!


Keep calm. Even the Blade of Frontiers knows when he's outmatched.


I'll get you moving again.


<i>Harpers - now is the time!</i>


Your very existence tests my self-restraint.


Stop... <i>running? </i>But - but then I won't be running anymore.


No one <i>gave</i> it to me. Rather ironically, it runs in the bloodline. We Oblodras are naturally curious folk. Always have been.


Your nervous gait betrays your presence, stranger. You don't belong here. Who are you?


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v2


Please! Something's happening. Get us out of here!


Not a <i>chance</i>. We'll be butchered.


From this stronghold, Ketheric's forces could access both the temple of Selûne and Moonrise Towers - but he was defeated before he could launch an attack.


I'm a simple woman, sweetie. Tea and potions are as exciting as it gets for these old bones.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


It'll make you immune to the lesser effects of the shadow curse, which will get you closer to the Towers.


Step aside, now. Raphael might return at any time.


The shadows claimed that poor creature. Its remains are tainted.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


If that is what will make you happy... well, I am not the one who would stand in your way.


Bizarre.


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


Adorable. Perhaps Tara would like one.<br>


Good night. I enjoyed sharing a moment of magic with you.


Working.


---no--
               -RESIST--
--my design--


Just... breathe. Breathe. Then switch bloody jobs.


You all right there? You're looking a bit peaky.


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


How unfortunate. Alas, thou must do. Hee. Hee. Hee hee hee <i>hee hee hee</i>!


Orin's gift surpassed even her mother's. Her mother knew this, and she could not bear it.


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


Heh. All right.


*Lae'zel's words sound final, but within the recesses of your mind, a realisation sparks:*


Looking ahead.<br>


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


<i>I can feel the brain. Limitless rage, limitless hunger.</i>


So - why Night Orchids?


Cudo! v2


You. Stop that.


No point - no one left to transform.


They cheered as his automatons marched the streets, lauded his tyranny of steel in the interest of security.


Not getting back in that thing.


Non fit injura!<br>v3


A mailed fist - what tale does this have to tell?


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


A gem. Looks like it might fit in the altar from before.<br>


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


Something's always catching us.


Time is short. No need to tarry.


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


It's never been that simple before, I don't know why it would be now.


We'll celebrate together in the House of Hope when the victory's won.


We made it. I always knew we would, but I wish everyone were here.


Then let's sneak into the circus!


They're called <i>free samples</i>. We can all get some.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


I could bore you with the details. How I found evidence of Gortash's <i>projects</i>, traced him to Orin the Red, and made a safe bet there was some dried out old necromancer to round out the three.


You serve the Dread Lord well. Lady Orin's favour is well placed.


I'd venture into the wilds with you at my side, if I could. 'The illithid who saved Baldur's Gate', I would cry, and the people would greet you as the hero I know you to be.


The Duke - Ravengard, I think. I heard he's a good man.


Victory v2


A crooked touch.


I have your estate to attend to, we will meet again there. Good night, sweet Master.


<i>I feel it. We're close.</i>


Ugh! You're disgus- <i>disgus-... </i>You're a mess, mate.


Laughter


And you believe their god's roots and branches can stand against the Absolute's fury?


One moment.


We all have owlbear mothers. Mine was a lush. Unimpressive.


Good thing indeed.


Once he's dealt with the cult, Gortash should turn the Steel Watch on the Guild.


And Shadowheart too may wish to join us perhaps, with her fine paramour at her side - once you've put down this 'Absolute' threat together.


*She tells her tale with such sweet sincerity, often getting sidetracked and going down on burrowing tangents. You become enwrapped in her words for several hours.*


Good and quiet. Just how it should be.


Oh! Well! That's a better report than I feared.


*Your mistakes have been huge. The consequences... memorable. But you won't let anyone die. You can't.*


Safe travels. You will be remembered here.


Think you might like to try it for yourself some time?


All the pieces are in place - the Ascension is inevitable.


Prisoners. I doubt they'll last long in here.


And to make sure none of the kids on the job outside mess with you, show them this:


<i>Wastin' beer just like that drow True Soul. Said she needed a clear head for Absolute business. Bah!</i>


But that's tomorrow's problem. Take some time for yourself tonight - rest, celebrate. Come morning, I'll be by your side.


The rock. The rubble. All of it, if I may be so bold.


*A splinter of ice works its way into your mind, drowning out the goblins' battle cries.*


Nere dies, heads roll!


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


I wouldn't keep your contact waiting. Looked a mite twitchy.


It's time to end the ruse, Astarion. I know you're a vampire. If you were trying to be subtle, you failed spectacularly.


Can't leave you in the lurch.


You're lucky! You get to be killed by the Master!


Only in death are the infected cleansed.


*She is seeking the grove you visited. Already, you feel her mind closing around yours.*


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Ah, well. I had a good run.


No use digging with my bare hands...


But... unprecedented times and all that. Head through - you want the last door on your right.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death


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


<i>Ready when you are.</i>


Damp stone and darkness. Is this the Underdark?


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


I've... always... been... upbeat...


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Arde!


Fool. You were a <i>mistake.</i>


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


The injuries on this drow are consistent with a fall. A very deep fall.


Bigoted?! If you'd seen-


*Silence. The overbearing quiet of your Father's disappointment before the rush of your tragic fall.*


I'd like to say I respect your choice. But your faith has turned to fanaticism.


Shh, love. We're going to get Lily a coffin, all right? Give her the burial she <i>deserves.</i>


And a noble and powerful people they must be, to be represented by one of your impressive experience.


If you believe your oath to be of lesser value, you are under no obligation to reclaim it. It is your decision.


I think we can go through here - with a bit of force.<br>


<i>Quiet.</i>


Ugh, don't have time for all this scrubbing when there's fish to catch.


Demento te!<br>v2


Nest-meddling lies! I thought as much!


In all my years fighting for the Harpers, I am still never certain what 'the greater good' means. I've learned to be content with: 'well, that was not so bad as it might have been'.


Peri!


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Hope you found what you're looking for.


It'll be all right.


Evanesco!


But unlike you, unlike anyone else in any plane, I know Vlaakith's secret.


I should speak up.


Maybe should I go help defend the wall.


Just wanted to say I'm rather impressed with your work - you'd make a solid Flaming Fist.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


I take it getting locked up wasn't part of it?


Watch it - the door's been trapped. Don't just go charging through.


Thank you. She would've like that.


They do have a way of popping up when least expected.


We're well stocked with herbs. There's space below for beds - you might make this a healing house, should it come to fighting in the streets.


No answers, no killer, and no damned weapon!


Me too. Even with so much at stake... in this little heart of mine, I've never been happier.


What magic is powerful enough to pierce the curse like a blade through flesh? Incredible.


Spirits, Mystic Carrion calls on you. Come forth. Listen. <i>Obey.</i>


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


*The corpse pauses, perhaps resisting the truth.*


Cast off one of the lessers who trail behind you, and I will gladly stand at your side.


Pfft. Guess no one's good at everything.


The goblins stole good wine. It goes straight to the head.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


At least you've made Shar happy. Or whatever passes for 'happy' with her.


Hold tight, I'll get you.<br>


My head - it feels like it's being <i>crushed.</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Once we deal with the tadpole, I'll be back to my nocturnal self. When you're being hunted by vampires, the dark is the worst place to hide.


I'm... free. In my own mind again, wholly. I will not take it for granted.


Ah, you're a fearsome one! Fine by me, I'll get some shut-eye. Although I do sometimes whistle when I snore...


I cannot help but wonder how she would have handled some of the challenges I faced as Archdruid. Perhaps the Rite of Thorns could have been avoided. It is hard to say.


There's no end to them! This is futile - we need to move!


<i>Rhaal'tuuch!</i>


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


There's blood here, not yet dried. And no sign of the smith...


That all you got?


True, but there's a reason it's a straw that breaks the worg's back. She needs help - and fast.


Nothing but cursed shadows from here to Moonrise.


At last, Baldur's Gate is free from the vampires' curse.


Each wave, a set of orders to the infected. The order for your transformation has been given many times already.


I look forward to your show of power.


Poor fellow. I should've left well enough alone.


She's upstairs in her chambers. Tell her I sent you and she'll see you through the shadows safely.


Can't you just heal yourself?


Shall I lace your boots for you as well?


Recovered <br>V4


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


We get along quite well, I think.


And our deal depends on your contract. I'll keep it safe for you, in my House of Hope.


My Lord... you are the hero of a sad tale.


((*you have my favour, King-Bringer. but yes - there will be riches as well*))


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


So am I, my love. Let us be monsters together.


We'll need a cover story...


Ex nihilo!


Corruptus!


She's a child.


What can we rescue?


Lord Gortash had only completed work on the prototypes before Ravengard and I left for Elturel, but even they were formidable.


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


It's a perfectly legitimate architectural feature!


Of course I am. And I can prove it.


Hah! Guess it was all beak and no bite.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


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


Ha! Why not?


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


Bloodied tracks - quite small, too. A gnome found some trouble here.


As you wish.


Perhaps they do. Would you begrudge me the chance to make things right, Elminster?


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


Maybe not the best time.<br>


MY HEAD! <i>I CAN FEEL THEM IN MY HEAD!</i>


If only Wyll were here to see this. This <i>is</i> what he wanted, after all.


How about you make him kiss your feet next? Pungent poetic justice.


A scrying eye. Wonder who's looking through it.


She's gone. The House of Hope, no longer. <br>


Eat hamster, fiend!


Well - not counting the fuckers that need a good hurting.


*The man shudders with your desperation, and sees the naked truth: you are a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.*


MORE!


You wretched little worm. I'll show you murder worthy of a god!


Yeah. All right. If that's what I gotta do.


It's over.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


Teach Shovel how to be a dragon! Then, Shovel tells you a secret. A big secret.


*He has a divine aspect, yes, a reflection of death itself. Eternal and inescapable.*


Mizora.


Lucky I made it out.


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


*No matter - the Dark Lady does not owe you an explanation. All you can do is press on, and learn from the pain.*


Voco nubes!<br>v3


Some bloody help.


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Keep your torch high - if you step into the shadows, you'll be felled in a heartbeat.


Inficio!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


In Her name.


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


Recovered <br>V4


But Mummy, I don't want to leave!


Smells like a bugbear's morning breath. Best give this dish a wide berth.


A formal invitation delivered to our camp would have saved a lot of trouble.


Laridda. I'm so sorry. Truly.


Mephits? As if my hands weren't full already!


Fiat voluntas dei!


Dying Burning<br>v4


No, do not do this. Please!


Ahh!


Hello, fellow citizen! I'm not suspicious, are you?


Hold fast, I'm coming.


We are finished. But that doesn't mean I don't have uses for you... and perhaps you for me.


Very well.


Think you rule the world even though you're just a gnome? Hah!


Caveat incantator!


Voco spicae!


Johl... cattle... farmer.


Anything of use?


Huh. Funny.


Your kind is not known for trusting strangers. Quite rightly. Yet here you are.


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


Some power for the taking.


Whatever made those tracks seems to be in here...


*It is a minor victory, but enough to soothe you to sleep.*


Not as glad as I am.


A mirror that devours memories. I have a few I would gladly part with.


I can give you the means to break him free.


We've got to dispel these shadows... somehow.


The silver injures the body. The gate's flesh injures the mind. A formidable weapon against <i>ghaik</i>.


A scroll! There was a scroll in my pack. Please - I need it!


Know that we too shall gladly follow when our time has come!


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 1


Effort


*... unless you understand it. Master it. Which means finding an expert.*


So let's get this straight. You're a vamp, <i>and </i>you bite your friends.


It's full.


I need to get off this building before that thing explodes!


Please, let me help.


Interesting jewellery. Certainly not from around here.


This next spell should be interesting.


Stand down, on the General's orders. This one may seek the audience of his choosing.


An <i>entire</i> edition dedicated to one lord and his metal toys?


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


Have you forgotten yourself? Unless we escape - unless we are <i>cleansed</i> - our bodies and minds will be tainted and twisted.


Talk to Sticky. Until I come to collect, our business is done.


Pallida mors!<br>v2


I have to do everything.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Infernal metal! This can help Dammon patch up my engine.


Best thing you can do it keep your head down and keep working - that's what I always say.


Tripped, did you?


A critical step.


Do not play dead, coward.


Fool. The moment I fall, the Netherbrain takes you. Under my terms, you may be illithid - but your mind will be <i>yours</i>.


Shadowheart. You should know - Viconia was not half so heartless as she liked to appear.


Fear not, Minsc. You have a wizard at your side who positively <i>encourages</i> such curiosity. You'll fit right in.


I'm sure this toy'll be finished soon if they bear with it.<br>


With a flick of the wrist.


Meaningless.


Better lend a hand.<br>


Thank you. I truly hope it doesn't come to that.


You think I haven't tended to him? Mopped his brow? Cleaned his <i>messes</i>? But whatever this is - it is beyond my ability to cure.


*You look carefully but discover nothing.*


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


Victory v4


The shadow curse will soon be forgotten, thanks to us.


What do we have here?


We've been travelling with a vampire - one that feeds on his friends.


An audience with your goddess can go wrong - I should know - but do whatever you feel is best, Gale.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


For you, oh horned cheek.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


Stuck. There's no leaving without a fight.


Drow craftwork - beautiful. Probably better suited to Gale though.


Arcane lights. Of course.


*All he can see is the power of the ritual, and the freedom that power brings. The freedom to do anything - to be anything.*


<i>Farewell, my dear old friend.</i>


The True Soul, the battle - too many distractions. There is still truth to uncover.


Some kind of tank?


That water looks tainted. Better to avoid it.


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


Shit, this isn't good. I need to get out!


Demento te!<br>v2


My parents... I wonder how they're doing...


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


How easily such a nasty word slips through the mouth of someone you thought you knew.


Back to the anus that spat you out.


Must get back to my plans and diagrams. I'm so close to a solution!


The queen will have her due in time. Today, we strike at the brain.


What brought it down, you think?


Effort v2


I don't feel good. Everything just feels... wrong.


But if we can find him, we can break the curse. If you learn anything of the Shadowfell, or of a boy with the forest in his eyes, find me at once.


Marne waiting for you?


That doesn't look comfortable.


No. No more.


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


Oi, foul! Too many players.


We do get to see some interesting things. Almost makes the mortal peril worth it. <i>Almost</i>.


You can try, but first you'll tell me what you know.


Well, I'm here. What happens now?


Dying Burning<br>v6


It seems we can't kill Ketheric Thorm without following him into the bowels of this place.


You have beaten and tormented us to the brink of insanity. You cut out my <i>eyes</i>. But we will bow no more.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


To little avail.


A waste of my talents.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


I forbid you from dying.


-OUR-
                     -destiny-
-DESIGN-
                 -downfall-


They knew of the forge's defences, its operation, true enough. But I know its <i>location.</i>


Hurt Critical<br>var3


This might sting. Whatever.


That's quite an egg.


Assuming Lady Jannath still wishes to marry after our little... falling out.


Those bonds will soon break. But you were a worthy ally, and could have become much more, in other circumstances. Let us just enjoy the view together. We will leave the world a better place than it is tonight.


Oh, this should work perfectly.


But here - I nabbed these boots from the greys when I ran. I'll feel better knowing you're using 'em to kick some duergar arse.


We have no love for beasts. But to slaughter so many like chickens in coops, without even a fair hunt... it does not sit well with Boo.


*You are helpless as it explores your very being. It knows the secrets of your craven heart.*


Your wish is my regret.


That living bear just changed into a dead elf - better take a closer look.


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


Thought you was busy with the foulbloods in Halsin's grove.


PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU WHEN YOU LEAVE


Fading fast. I need healing.


*A faerie chuckle echoes in the corners of your mind. Your patron knows a thing or two about turning people.*


Evanesco!


Florrick! Bring the Flaming Fist to my aid!


Your senses are still intact, then. Unchain the prince. Let the githyanki be free.


*Mikel Hornkiss. Gave all to the lepers. Fell to the malady himself. He is a beacon to us all.*


Hope we made the right choice. <br>


You did it - for real!


I don't need much excuse...


Veni et iuva me! <br>v2


Are my people doomed to eternally suffer at the hands of the lich queen Vlaakith?


Hmm. There's a distinctly Netherese taint to the air in this city.


Vast world out there.


Do you know why you are here?


Better than becoming a mind flayer, I suppose. Keep it - in case things start to go very wrong.


I must seize every advantage.


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


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Can't get enough? I'm not surprised.


Fair enough. And they'd probably chuck you in the river if you did.


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


Es praedae mei!<br>v3


*The goblin appears annoyed. It might be best to leave the prisoner alone.*


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


Well, that was invigorating.


Looks like someone's not a fan of Shar. Smeared the Absolute's symbol all over her.


You want this little cave-lurkin' wotsit?


Vocal Misc - Breaths


You there - remember our agreement? Surrender her to me, now, and you can consider Lady Shar's forces your allies in the battles to come.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I will pray for you, True Soul.


*You see nothing nearby that might appeal to a displacer beast's desires.*


The air reeks of death. Not sure how long I can hold out. We need light...


Infected <i>and </i>a busybody? Why Jaheira let you in is beyond me.


Yes, darling?


Why is that daubed fellow being forced before a crowd like so? Is he being punished? Ritualised humiliation?<br>


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


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


I've got what you need.


Born to the circle... belonged to the circle...


We're all hungry, Vanja.


Morbidus!


No - the grocer's just been, as has the chandler. Then there's your tailor - he's due soon to get the children outfitted for the festival...


Is everything - forgive me. The gyronetics will be done shortly, you have my word.


Most importantly - you showed me freedom.


He <i>lies.</i>


Is someone crying?


Feculent beast!


Effort v4


Your dedication to Bane's tenets is admirable, Dread Brother.


Maybe if I talk to the manip. They've got to do <i>something.</i>


Minthara sustains the Absolute's unhealing wound.


Glad to have you back, Shadowheart. What's been keeping you?


Then you'd better have a good reason for approaching so brazenly.


<i>You forget - I have the stones. Without them, you will accomplish nothing. </i>


I can't tell you how good it is to see you, Fytz. I'd love to come have dinner with you and Gregor.


Shut your trap, Kur. The <i>rakkah</i>'s got gold for grabbing.


No. You have a trick - an enchantment. If it can protect you, it'll protect me. All I have to do is take it.


I won't let them take you.


I see! Well, it is the central act of mind flayer reproduction.


Thank you for bringing Danis back to me - I really don't know what I'd do without him.


Orin was a monster, whatever her form. I suppose  growing up somewhere like this would make a monster of anyone.


Agh. Well. Good feelings never last, I suppose.


Victory - of course. Better grab the lantern from the corpse.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


So... I have... no... regrets...


Odd things. Wonder what plane they're from.


See this? This is what happens to troublemakers.


Dying Deep Exhale


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Know that when all of this is done, I plan on being a <i>very </i>nosey neighbour.


Looks like one of the toys in the barn - if a bit less explosive.


No more giant spides on the prowl, thanks to us.


Hook horror. Wonderful.


War's a vile business. But, we fight on! We must deliver!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v2


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


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They were buried with haste.


Be a goodly sinner, and dash off to kill her posthaste... If you don't, I worry greatly for your future.


*Humming.*


My, such strong wrists.


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


*Mewl.*


They... they whispered it was a suicide mission, this search for the artefact you were sent on. Some even thought it was the Mother Superior's plan alone, and not what Lady Shar wanted...


I don't see one...


Now is <i>not</i> the time.


Funny. Because it looks <i>just </i>like the one I stole from mum when I was your age.


Not surprised this guy stomped all those Dark Justiciars. It's what orthons <i>do.</i>


Our healer's office is past the dormitories. Go, before I send you as a corpse.


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


Ah! My finger.


This'll boost you.


Besides - you got the stink of power on you. You learn to smell it, serving the Absolute.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Hark! A dung golem!


Recovered <br>V2


Now I just need a brave adventurer willing to face Bhaal's Chosen, and to put the knowledge into practice.


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


I can't believe you fixed it. How did you cure me?


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


I wonder which parent regrets you more, half-breed.<br>


Goblins better bloody show up, after all this effort we're putting in.<br>


So it is with the Lady's embrace. Excuse me - I must rest and think.


Ut ventus!


It's just cheap tat, passed off as the real thing.


Scratch is resting. Not sure who or what I expected would fetch that.<br>


Our alliance grows fragile. See that you don't break it.


A pity you're already failing then.


I'm sure the higher-ups'll make sure you get the best of the spoils, your excelness. The boss is in the temple inside. Minthara, too. A-and Priestess Gut can show you how many new recruits we got!


You're disgusting. Ugly. Loathsome. You should just shut up and die.


I'm going to kill so many goblins.


Escaped, again.


That disc looks like it can move - a way forward?


Must be the Moonlantern - though it's dark as a moonless night within.


Bit of caution never hurt.


Join me. THRALL.


A pleasant one, I hope.


Should get started.


<i>I said I'd protect you from the Absolute, not each other. And I was... distracted. </i>


Let me help.


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


Huh. Brains.


You've travelled a long way to make it here. Lied. Fought. Killed - even those who would be your allies.


Effort v4


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


Green. Leaves. Shallow. Water. <i>Argh. </i>


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


Even githyanki rarely experience the zaith'isk. You are very lucky, istik.


<i>Fiat ita.</i>


Is this the Underdark? Gods take me.


Praise be to Her!


That key was from the Shifters. How deep does this go...


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 4


I might even lay you again, should my whims so take me.


Find whoever's behind the parasites and the magic. If we can understand it, then perhaps we can <i>cure </i>it - provided you survive long enough.


We need to find him, before it's too late.


Agh!


<i>And the others - they'll just keep going. Singing, dancing, loving each other, all of it, all of it, without me.</i>


I know enough to know I have to keep an eye on you.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Hells!


A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.


<i>Bombs away!</i>


You serious? Stuff something in yer nose and hurry up.


I failed once to kill my kin. Now, at last may I offer family blood to the Lord.


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


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


Doesn't do much - maybe there's another close by?


We followed Zevlor out here. Then he - he -


I made an offer, and you accepted. Your fantasy is not my burden.


Meditation Breathing


A manip's the one who brought me the fixings! A Fist's stomach's stronger than a mountain troll on a bender.


Best not hang around - the Fist have their hands full, but that doesn't mean a patrol won't come sniffing.


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


Inficio!


Take a seat once you're inside.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v2


Of course, Mortarch...


<i>Proud. Grateful. Powerful.</i>


Trust? Astarion? One of his few redeeming features is that he never trusts anybody.


*Your refusal to pay has done you few favours. It will be left to the guards to loosen your purse strings.*


Or shot through with goblin arrows.


Let's see what I can do about that.<br>


Mother of Lusts - gone again!


This must be where the gnolls attacked.


A very gory idea of art.


I cannot lose you.


I feel it too. Losing energy... losing focus...


Do what you came here to do. I've got your back.


Sure. When we sell it in the city, I'll make sure you get your cut.


Lashers... bring this one back to my table! And prepare my knives for a long night of <i>experiments</i>!


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


If you want any hope of being rid of that infection, I suggest that you join me.


Your flesh shall mend.


<i>Dragons - overhead!</i> Stay low.


These are our allies, Erna. I'll handle the diplomacy, you just keep looking pretty.


Dying Burning<br>v6


I can look after myself. And you, while I'm at it. But what's wrong, Gale? There's something on your mind. Out with it.


Hang him! Hang him 'til he's dead!


It is the illithid's prisoner that can save you. The gith.


More of Raphael's twisted toys.


We have our own portal to take us back to Baldur's Gate.<br>


Hot hot HOT!


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


All will be mended.


Shit.


Everything I've got is buried with the stiff. Take it all - as a thank you for, uh, saving me. Just don't hurt me, mr Stone Lord sir!


You're right, sir. The beast must be destroyed.


You'd be dead without me.


This shape feels deliberate, like it might have some sort of purpose.


Are you scared? Did you wet your pants? Did you? Did you?


Is this the first time I've caused a child's death?


Then you showed up - armed to the teeth. You could have killed me - been right to. But you didn't. You have an old Captain's thanks.


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


That'll have to wait 'til later.


Intactilis sum!


Jaheira! I d-didn't... didn't w-want to see. If you were r-really dead. They said...


Sure. Yes. Queen Vlaakith and everything.


Prayers, charms, battle cries - the Harpers' work. They were primed for combat.


Enough to keep us going, for now.


You guarantee the Crown will be mine once the brain is defeated. And I swear that I will never use the Crown to dominate a mortal.


Or it'll come back to haunt us.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


This cage links us, like a parasite's fangs to its host. I am immortal; while I am trapped here, so is he.


Mm? No, not really.


*Here lies Flinster Sunseeker. <br>Born 1400 DR - Died 1456 DR*


That's curious.


I suppose she hoped to extract it from my corpse.


There are depths to this alliance yet unplumbed. Consider, mortal:


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!


Looks like a Selûnite necklace.


You want something? Or you just here to stare at my forehead?


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


The druids - they're attacking!


If such violence is truly justice, then let it never again be called a virtue.


In the literal sense, I will need to induce the egg to hatch via the application of certain currents to the creature inside.


Either way, these corpses prove one thing: this is the city Halsin mentioned.


Please, my friend. Your noble tears will not make the confessing any easier.


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


Tibi do pennas!


We end the day within the walls of the city, at last.


Find me in the caves. I need to let people know we're moving.


Esto perpetua!


Then you must tell Shadowheart of your decision. Do not worry - the sorrow of loss may be a fulfilling religious experience for her.


I'm glad someone can. Better in your hands than a devil's.


In all the excitement, I hope you didn't forget our bargain. Do you have the Gauntlets?


...if any of you bastards are listening, just get this over with.


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


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v2


There's something of the infernal about these. The owner of this place sells more than trinkets.


These boots are laced with magic. Gale will be interested in them, no doubt.


Cosy fire.


Agilius!


You reject my blood, and so I will reclaim it.


*But you feel secure in your fate. You know there is something beyond ascension - companionship.*


The threat of the Absolute is upon you all - and Viconia is not fit to lead you!


Impero te!<br>v3


There's bound to be one moment where he trips up, and you see a way to stand against him.


<i>After all we shared...</i>


You mock death? Know that somewhere in the filthy air you breathe, Lord Bhaal is <i>always </i>laughing. And he laughs at <i>you</i>.


<i>I've</i> never met a drow with a sense of humour. Perhaps we'll get along.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Healed - but she doesn't look much happier.


Don't insult me - I'd know if there was a justiciar down there.


Say more. Please.


Keeping low.


The latest news is... um... brand new! Only in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette.


You're gonna be my new pet. A ferocious squiddie, all for myself.


No time to lose.


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


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


Effort v5


Can't avoid 'em forever.


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


*Your mind reels, stomach churns, legs struggle to find their footing. Fire and chaos assail every sense.*


Oskar... this song. Is it true?


You're both wrong. You pick the pocket of whatever mark you're asking. Common sense, that.


Die in a fire, HAG!


Looks like all those moon plates can be turned.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


Maybe githyanki and humans aren't so different after all.


We've done what we came to do, and we are all of us sullied for it. Let us make it worth it.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


Morbidus!


Attack<br>var 4


It looks so small from here.


It's amazing you survived, travelling with a beast like that.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


'Aggression'.


I... see. A fine way to make a living.


Let us try. It would be a sorry dream that does not make room for all who would wish to partake in it. Nature will find its balance, and if we are worthy, it will provide us with harmony.


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


Brothers, look here. I have eyed yet another prize. Fortune favours our bellies!


The youngsters are upset about the death of Lord Gortash - they looked up to him. Saps. Leaders come and leaders go, but the Flaming Fist is still here.


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


But in the dead of night, when sleep overcomes your stinking flesh pile, our bellies will be filled!


Goblin attacks and now a dead child. We never should have opened our gates.


Each wave, a set of orders to the infected. The order for your transformation has been given many times already.


*The printing press whirrs furiously - hopefully Gortash's death will take your spot in the headlines.*


Yes, you are quite correct. The Crown of Karsus left the Vault, and an opportunity opened for a devil named Raphael.


You have no idea what you're meddling with. You're a pawn - a slave - to forces you cannot comprehend.


It's our chest now. We can do whatever we want with it.


Grand Duke Ravengard is the invisible force holding Baldur's Gate together.


Why are all the buildings on this plane so broken? What do they do with them?


*To bend the will of the citizens with a single decree, to turn the heads of your adorers and twist the arms of your opponents: affairs of state are your calling.*


Curious. Perhaps you fear life without conflict. Perhaps you will invent some, for your own gratification.


Victory v2


An easy fix. Hopefully.


It's getting dark. Can't hold on.<br>


But you better finish the job, 'cause I'll be the one to suffer if you don't.


The correct outcome.


And if they died, would their deaths not count? But they need not die, for they would have you.


*Yet still, your efforts are met with pain. Whatever lesson the Dark Lady seeks to impart is lost on you, for now. You must press on.*


A <i>better offer? </i>You're lucky you're dashing and that I know you're joking.


*You detect the slightest hint of sorrow behind Wyll's words. The hellish fate that awaits him is never far from his mind.*


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Gortash is being named Archduke? Time to pay Wyrm's Rock a visit.


This Gortash fella's got an idea. Kind of a training camp. Don't know how it gets me into the watch, but he seems the smart sort...


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


The parasite eats our food, drinks our water. Then steals our most holy idol in thanks!


To bed. Should anyone else wish to kill us in our sleep, I might as well die comfortable.


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


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality.


The stars will be our bed. Come here.


Worship me, the prophet of the end!


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


Keep it short.


Hear that? Sounds like something's powering down.


But Baldur's Gate will soon burn bright. A beacon to light the heavens.


There's an inscription on the ring. Looks like the same language as that book from earlier.


Just funnin', mate. We know you're one of us. Cold-blooded killer.


All quiet, Disciple.


I - I can't go on much longer.


If there are Bhaalists on the loose, Investigator Valeria will want to know. They're at Sharess' Caress right now.


*They will call you a hero. And you'll march forth with pride, knowing you've earned the right.*


Victory v2


You can't look at the world and tell me I'm wrong.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


Death becomes you.


Hah! Thulla was mad as a rutting badger, but she weren't a friend of any <i>True Soul.</i>


This Kagha's barbaric. Know this: I've got your back.


It won't bring the dead back... but that felt good.


Impero te!<br>v3


Well?


*Your parasite shudders for a moment. Your companions know your path, but only one celebrates it.*


Aresce!


Hmm... what's that?


Steel Watch. Your time has come!


I suppose I'm flattered - and alarmed.


I cannot falter.


Voco vineae!


Glory... we search... for the Adamantine Forge...


Lightbringer Gortash!


Looks like some kind of magical contraption. Now to get it to work...


<i>You saved a child from a viper, back in the druids' grove. </i>


Willing and able.


Gortash knows you are coming. Knows you have the Bone Lord's stone. Do not let him hiss hot air into your worm-weakened brain.


I wish it could. I really, really do. Look after yourself, all right?


I come to you, <i>khal'abbil</i>.


We can't remain here. It's too dangerous.


This is terrible - the circus is supposed to be a safe place. For us performers at least.


Now don't struggle, Aylin. Well... maybe struggle a little.


You'll pay for talking back!


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


I want you to see my blade slice her wings off her back, to hear her groans as she dissolves into ash.


Still on my feet.<br>


Leave? You should never have come. You should have hidden away forever.


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


If you believe that, your mind is a playhouse for fiends and foul nightmares. If you don't, you are <i>Hshar'lak</i> - purveyor of insidious deception. You deserve a painful death either way.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


A dangerous place to stock goods, even for a Zhent.


*Bhaal has use left for you. Following your failure, a new duty swelled within you:*


The power of the bear lies within me.


Sphaera mortis!<br>v2


The smallest of small talk.


I think Shadowheart would like a word.


An istik... A crusader for my queen... Unimaginable. You are blessed, istik. Do not fail her!


Hope it doesn't see us.


If being married to me is so awful, then you can bloody well fend for yourself.


Attend to me. Now.<br>


ICKY AND STICKY AND GRIMY AND SLIMY


Hmph. The damned drow was right. Can't let her get all the glory.


Thank the gods. I was afraid I was the only one. Ten years is a long time to be trapped in the Hells. Ten years without a kind word, a touch.


And now I've misplaced the cursed thing! You know what? Good riddance.


Maybe I'm just tired of playing Talis.


You! Supplicant! What tribute do you bring to honour the Wavemother's fallen daughter?


I know how much power rests within me - enough to turn Baldur's Gate to ashes, its memory to no more than a children's fable.


The enemies just keep coming... Hurry!


*There's an acute sadness in her voice. It seems she's even more invested in this story than she'd like to admit.*


Closed Mouth Effort v6


These must be Father Lorgan's secret tunnels. But his name is here - someone was spying on him.


I accidentally summoned an imp like you once.


Your wish is my command, <i>jargh.</i>


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Disarmed, and just in time.


No, but I haven't looked either. Staying alive kept me busy.


*But then its grip claws back with a vengeance: a vice locking your mind into obedience.*


GaspSurprised<br>var 1


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


Is that so? Well, then - humour me. What would you ask of an Inquisitor?


Amo sanguinem!<br>v3


Duuuuuh.


I've got you.


Non fit injura!


I can't hold it any longer!


While the girl-folk go on to rule as <i>wychlaran, </i>Weave-touched boys were hidden away. Trained to work their craft in silence and secrecy.


Curious.


<i>Indeed. Once a reaction has been set in motion, it is difficult to prevent its completion.</i>


Well, well, well. Look what we have here.


Blood follows me everywhere.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Ketheric's been studying something called the Apostle... but of which god?


Still, I just can't save Wulbren. He won't rest until the Gondians are dead. And you in the bargain.


Don't get used to it. One taste of regal power might have you craving more.


In your ignorance, you have chosen poor counsel. <i>Unacceptable.</i>


Ah. I fear... well, I seem to have misplaced the pass. Perhaps we are over-subscribed. So sorry - but I won't be able to help you today.


I made my promise. I will not fail my queen on the basis of groundless fears or fickle whims.


Let's not get caught off-guard.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Tadpoles, smuggled into the city. Wonder how many are already here.


Urgh. I take it back - you're an <i>absolute </i>gobshite.


*It shivers, overwhelmed by alien sights.*


It boasts a 'protector' of some sort, something weak to a 'hot hammer'.


No she didn't.


He's dead. My gods, he's really dead.


I'll spot my father too, with any luck.


It is your right.


What if they build a machine that can drink pints? Put half the bloody city out of jobs, that.


Here it is - the tomb of the amulet spirit's granddaughter. Time for a family reunion.


Hey, Isobel! Can the Moonmaiden perk us up?


What a weapon. Wonder if it was used against the githyanki.


I cannot. Too often you lack the conviction to make the hard choices.


Something to turn the tide.


Rotten food and dried blood. A wild party, or something more sinister?


Shadowheart has no need for any of Viconia's educating. She is sinister enough by herself - and our ally all the same.


I really thought you and the gith might fight to the death over that artefact.


Only a great fighter or a diabolist would have these on hand. I'm presuming the latter.


That is not what it seems. I see you, shapeshifter.


Am I to understand that you are in love now, Karlach?


Wait... you're the one who left me to die on the ship.


No offence intended, just being friendly. You won't find many make others making the effort.


Voco glacies!<br>v3


But... I've heard there's all sorts in the city. It might not be like it was in Elturel. I mean - in Baldur's Gate, they give you a chance.


That old woman was certainly memorable.


Uh...


Say it can't be so. For I am Selûne's sword. And ever must be.


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


Not while Raphael's still in Sharess' Caress, it isn't.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I sought the shadows and imperilled the grove. Thanks to you, I've seen light.


No, after <i>you</i>.


Fungal spores... Remain vigilant. We cannot be distracted.


The sooner I get out of here, the better.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


...and mirrored. Take it - you will need it. But what you do with it... that will be up to you. Same as before.


I meant to do that.


I serve as quartermaster - see me whenever you seek supplies. And perhaps we could catch up... If you wish, of course.


This place... why does it remind me of Auntie Ethel's home?


Eurgh... I think I'm fermenting from the inside out.


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


What creatures live in waters this dark?


Surprised this hay hasn't gone up in flames yet.


VO_SFX : Downed v2


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Ah, beer. Not really my drink, you know.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


Reckon the lads'll stay put this time.<br>


Shit. Sooner give a lurker a lickjob.


Speak, friend! The overwhelming numbers are theirs, but the glorious deaths will be <i>ours</i>.


Hiss! I say: <i>HISS!</i>


Locked, and no keyhole. A secret word, perhaps, or - yes, Boo, a lever <i>does</i> make more sense.


<i>I can feel the brain. Limitless rage, limitless hunger.</i>


I ain't gonna hold up a True Soul.


A debt repaid. You gave me my life back. Now go and claim your own.


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


Brynna... a faithful... servant to... the Absolute...


*You feel an all-too-familiar squirm in the recesses of your mind. He has a tadpole.*


You... <i>forgot</i> what we did? I find that hard to believe.


I could listen to this forever...


Then we'll die! Unlike our sweet brother, we've no choice but to obey.


Best get going.<br>


Sorry, I'm just worried about the kids. Mol is still missing, and they haven't taken it too well.


There we go. Sight from sore eyes.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


Go on, then - but don't kill him here. He's going to be a bleater, I know it.


The site of no ordinary skirmish. This was once a battlefield, and a bloody one too, judging by the number of bodies.


Brings back memories. My mother bought me one just like this for my thirteenth birthday.


Shadowheart - aid us!


Something <i>slimy </i>seems to be dripping from the rafters above.


Here it comes.


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


No harm in fantasizing about the future. Or don't they do that wherever you're from?


<i>Careful</i>, thats -


Maybe <i>I </i>should drop the gazette a few platinum.


We need to move. The Neurocitor lies in the depths of the Foundry - and I have no doubt more than Banites await us.


<i>Adrath... remek... marushk...</i>


<i>No... no... leave us be...</i>


I thought your friend was the one infected?


Effort v5


Dissera!


Perhaps, but it's a devils' deal. They always have some loophole or another.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


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


Voco spicae!


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


Perhaps using Ethel's wand wasn't the best idea.


I gave my word, and I will keep it. By the fires of your camp's hearth, we will discuss all we must.


I will not fail you.


A good leader knows when to step aside. Ravengard did the right thing.


If not here, then where? Wherever <i>there</i> is, Minsc and Boo will go too! My hamster... he would not be parted from you again, Jaheira.


I don't think so. But I appreciate the offer.


Do it! If he will not help, Boo will make him long for the safety of his prison once more.


An ounce of hezrou bile, two spoons of wyvern blood, and a corpse flower's nectar. That would do.


*This witness won't let your thievery go unpunished. The guards are coming...*


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


Boss goblin give gold. We check brand. Good deal!


I was painting her... in the atelier... He said it would work...


My parents are watching over me.


I conjured this illusion often during my confinement in Waterdeep. An escape for the mind, where there was none for the body.


That's one shadow monster dead.


Keep your blades loose in their scabbards.


We must speak with Raphael. Not later - <i>now.</i>


What's mine is yours - take what you please. Leave only the books and scrolls.


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


Zhentarim babysitting thugs. We're in Baldur's Gate - we should be out bullying Harpers and the like!


*You search her mind, but the psionic forces that control her are different - split, somehow. Your own consciousness slips into the gap.*


Although you're doing well enough on your own. I see you and Shadowheart have a connection. It looks very sweet.


Strange place for a button. Especially one that doesn't work.


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


We should look for another way in.


But we can still fight side by side. Together, we will destroy any who have not died or fled.


We have a purpose and a bond. By my oath, I will fight with you while that purpose holds.


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


We're in this together.


Oh no, not <i>you</i>. I know all your nasty tricks - read about them in the broadsheet.


Such conduct is distasteful. Don't come back without the <i>right </i>egg.


*The front lines of the Blood War. With every swing of her axe, Karlach fulfils mistress Zariel's purpose.*


What? No! Nononono NO!


*It shivers in response to the deathly tomb.*


Blink and you'll miss me.


True title... activates... <i>'Dhourn, Lord Archmage'...</i>


Harpers - now is the time!


Something I can help you with?


So you say. Yet you share their infernal blood. And the child walks free.


Not working.


Expello te!<br>v3


Yet no contract is ended without sacrifice, Wyll. The cost must be paid.


Caveat incantator!


<i>You have returned. With a meal, I hope.</i>


I almost gave that monster my <i>child</i>.


*Grunt.*


I'm paid to take down troublemakers. So don't make trouble.


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


PRAISE BOOOAL! PRAISE BOOOAL'S CHOSEN!


I know you. I know you know your own mind. If this is what you want, then all I can say is give 'em Hell, soldier.


*Her experiments may well have made the damage worse.*


Something's burrowed in there - something big.


Effort v7


<i>And make no mistake - I grieve them both. Ansur in particular. </i>


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


Always makes my day better.


But I can <i>see </i>people down there on the docks going about their business!


Hang on. I'll set you free.


I can't believe they turned on us. I suppose I <i>can </i>but... there are children here.


Something over there.


Then, this will have been the very last time you experienced pleasure. Time for the BIG death.


You call that a strike? My grandmother could do better!


Can we? I suppose we can.


We will survive this, together.


Hello? Pops, are you out there?


Gods, I'm so afraid. And so tired. I've been looking night and day, everywhere I could.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


A celebration, yes. And perhaps a drink, too. <br>


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Argh. We go back in there, we die. We flee, we last half a day at best...


What're we gonna do, Bry?


I think you're on to something.


Time!


What now? Why can't I just kill my way through this?


If you're hunting one target among many, the key is to isolate and corner it.


Leave him, Miss Mar'hyah!


Hmm. Good to know.


That sword is infused with magic. Gale will want his eyes on it.


Have I not warned thee?


An early sketch, though. No mention of sussur bark.


Lice-ridden cur!


You never liked following orders, brother. That's why you won't ascend with the rest of us.


I left Gortash's gang not long after you. Started working for an arms merchant - still in the trade, as you can see. <br>


Ethel again? I was hoping she'd found some remote bog to rot in.


*You feel Shadowheart bristling - this is important to her. Any attempts to dissuade her from doing her duty will be a damning blow to your bond.*


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


Barely woken from his slumber, and already the prince of the githyanki demands one of us surrender our souls in service of him.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Mortalis!


Is that what a mind flayer looks like on the inside? As if the outside wasn't disturbing enough.


Buggery... I'm so sorry. Ceres.


Ketheric Thorm is waiting for us. Are we ready?


Incommodum!


Have you come to dance on my bones, Balduran? Was slaying me not satisfaction enough?


Courage in danger's shadow. I love to see it.


I caught the girl, Yenna, rifling through my belongings. When I confronted her, she pulled a knife on me.


Our queen watches us. Fail her at your peril.


<i>So I take his chin in my hand and I lift his face to meet mine and his face softens, like he's seeing me for the first time. 'Karlach...' he says, straightening.</i>


<i>All right, Rolan. Let's see if your powers match your ego.</i>


What do you say? Want me to take care of the little bugger?


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


Voco glacies!<br>v3


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


What was that?!


I wouldn't mind if you let them stay. Just a thought.


<i>Zhak vo'n'ash duj</i>. Source of my bruises.


I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to worry you. They're ferocious creatures.


<i>Tuuch! Tuuch! Tuuch!</i>


Oi, what's this? You ain't supposed to be down here, mate.


A cave. I mislike this stone sky - too easy for quarry to hide.


Always a deal to be done - even now.


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


Suit yourself. I was merely going to remark that we handled ourselves pretty well.


The Absolute smiles on you. On all of us!


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


And as long as Orpheus is chained, he can't help us. <br>


There are less mouths to feed now, but we still need supplies for the road. We'll scavenge what we can.


Flagello!


The more I find, the more curious I get.


How are wildflowers surviving here? Nothing else is growing...


That can't be all of Dribbles. Come on - let's find the rest.


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


... inside... room... top floor...


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Te absolvo!


The rest of the note is pure gibberish, as far as I can tell.


What's the matter with you, freshie? I know you're green, but you don't have to turn green, heh!


Well it's all we got. Arabella?


Incommodum!


I've got this.


I hear something. Voices.


Ill-gotten gains are still gains.


The circus is gone - poof, vanished. Not bad, as final performances go.


Hope this ends well.<br>


I don't see one...


A flaw in the rock. A simple thing to crack it all the wider.


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


This is it - its will is weakening!


Dying Burning<br>v3


Can't do it without you.


HAH! You're MINE now, precious.


You know what it's like to have Steel Watchers stomping after you, I bet. Blasted things.


I owe you an apology.


You listening?


I bet Gale will want to take a look at this staff.


You would not dare.


*You were seen picking a lock. Now this guard's picking a fight.*


No use. There must be a way to get this open nearby...


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


Thou art alone. Didst thou not make allies?


Obedi me!<br>v3


We're not going to let this happen, are we? Volo's... well, he's <i>Volo.</i>


Red in tooth and claw.<br>


That was <i>revolting</i>.


Lae will definitely want to see this.


You're all right. Don't die, if you can avoid it.


The hag's in your head! Take that mask off - now!


You should be manning the wall. I wanted to, but Asharak says I'm needed here.


All right mate, all right - no need to get arsey about it.


Obedi me!<br>v2


We'll get you to Baldur's Gate, sir - I swear it.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Parchment and bone dust. Still comforting after all this time.


'Unholy Assassin'? No, no. This is not the path I was meant to take.


Ubi es?


On your feet, <i>abbil</i>.


Something gouged that rock like it was meringue.


Hmmnmm...


Scurry away, <i>gubuk</i>. Before I crush you.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


Learned your lesson yet, Astarion? Some people are best left unbitten.


There is. But perhaps it's time you knew the entire truth.


Yes, High Harper.


A fine day for murder!


What can I get you? Make it as easy as possible and leave a big tip - thanks.


Your spirit is mighty, and your will strong. Let these words alone be my thanks.


Look, I'd love to stand around and chat, but there's work to be done.


Hide - crawl under any rock you can!


We... we actually did it. We thrashed the lot of them!


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


This man is no enemy of the people! This man could not even hurt a mouse! I know - I have seen him try!


<i>I was absent for <b>one </b>moment...</i>


---FREEDOM-
       -find-
 -me--
                    -FREE US-


Swing, count a beat, and swing again.


Two little mistakes, pal. One - he actually stayed here in 1310 DR. Two - you're not Elminster. Bloody wizards.


Malleus! v2


Effort v3


That thing's tainted. Better to leave it than bear a dead man's grudges.


Such a pretty song...


Keep to the shadows for as long as we can...


It's decided. Let's go.


I'll mark where I made my escape. And... wait here, I suppose. Not much choice, eh?


In Thaniel's realm, under nature's watch, Halsin found his purpose.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


This head's a long way from home. Belongs to one of the Fugue Plane's death devils.


Make no mistake - were it not for our common goal, I would strangle you where you stand.


Viconia... DeVir...


As you know some of the Ironhand Gnomes - my friend Wulbren among them - have been taken prisoner in Moonrise Towers.


You may be powerful. But you are not insightful.


One more thing: I recommend getting at least a couple of scrolls of Turn Undead <i>just </i>in case.


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


Mors animae!<br>v2


A haven within a haven. The prayerful seek solitude - even Selûne's faithful.


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Tadpoled scum. <i>Htak'a!</i>


There's no sharper foe than an ambitious student. Keep eyes on teacher and pupils alike.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Vast world out there.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


I'm surprised you're so callous. This is hardly the picture Oskar painted of you.


It might be useful. Who knows?


I think it's time we reconsider the orb.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Battle has been joined. We cannot let up until Ketheric Thorm is no more.


Some even thought it was the Mother Superior's plan alone, and not Lady Shar's intent...


*The strange writing on the door glints in the candlelight. Perhaps it's significant.*


I think I know how to make the House even <i>more </i>secure.


*In memory of Eggory Chopps, toymaker, and patron of mischievous children all over.*


A very bad sign. The work of the parasite, I reckon.


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


The grove stands. Nature prevails. And again, I am in your debt.


Oh. Hello again. Um.


Snore
zzZzz


You done?


Welcome, dear patron, to the floor at the top of the stairs.


Tell it to split its own seams - end this!


A thing like that could swallow each of us whole - raw or incinerated.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded protection.


*Now your future is your own, so live it wisely, live it well - to your own nature be true.*


Voco spicae!<br>v2


And what do you deserve? You sought the means to help sweet young Oskar, did you not?


But they are long dead, now. Mind where you stray, lest I send you to join them.


But you're too fresh for this place, aren't you? You may look like a dark-dweller, but there's a whiff of the surface to you...


Look, I know you're not going to say it, so you might as well be on your way.


Hey! That's our beer you're wastin'! Shove off!


No. What did she do to you? What did that <i>monster</i> do?


There's no time to waste. We must get to the helm.


Sol Invictus!


Eh. Mostly the same children's rhyme, on a battered whistle of tin. I do not get a lot of time to practise.


This is why you have Minsc. He knows that the knowing matters not - only the doing!


I can be subtle sometimes.


Voco nubes!<br>v2


The lava's erupting. Better watch my step.


Yes. What of it?


You haven't seen him, have you? Pale, skinny - <i>extremely</i> piercing eyes.


Umbrae!


Right. Should hold together.<br>


Luck is not needed - merely patience and a thirst for blood. Hunt fast and hunt well.


Phew. This place is dark beyond dark. You feel it too, right? I'm sticking to light wherever I can find it.


So if you've any fashion needs, go bother him.


Pus-supping maggot.


Time to wake up, time to wake up, time to wake up.


Because their gods are weaker. None compare to the Absolute.


Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!


You showed great promise, but no more. When the darkness finally comes for you again, it will not be my welcoming embrace - it will be a hungry maw, then nothing. Farewell.


Hah! Knew I could smell sumfin' roasted. Thought it were just the dwarf.


Suit yourself. Like I said: I no longer require your assistance.


Incommodum!


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Let's patch you up.


Skeletons and a decaying corpse. What drew them to this fate?


That looks painful.


Those beds look harder than a brig hammock, and twice as full of bugs.


Finally. I can <i>think</i> again.


Ugh. If I must.


It does not mean he will be able to stop <i>our</i> design when the moment comes.


Recovered <br>V3


Effort v6


NO! Enough of your whining. ENOUGH.


<i>In my name.</i>


Well over a century old and yet it hasn't lost a hint of flavour.


Fly, hamster!


Seco!


...Good. That is good. She deserves... more than me.


*You are one with Spaw. Your throat tightens, then relaxes. The air is serene, your mind untroubled.*


<i>At least we all lived - Enver included. But he didn't see it that way. Stormed in here like we were murderers and he was the hand of justice itself.</i>


We... we were ready to die for it. Came ashore so fast we crashed the boat. I... I don't know what we'll do, now.


There's danger underfoot. Best be on our guard.


*Secure Area - No Admittance. Trespassers will be Executed.*


Thanks a lot.


You won't find a worse gaggle of rare-do-wells than these 'Ironhand Gnomes' - except for Wulbren, desperate though his taste in companions might be.


I don't - not yet.


Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?<br>


Oh, thank the gods. I was sure you were actually going to do it.


You <i>drugnin' </i>worm.


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


<i>Retreat. Abort. Go back. Ugh - why?</i>


My gift to you.


I'm gonna find you when the Mass is done, brother. Then you'll see what real power looks like.


I do mind. This isn't exactly my bravest moment; I'd rather suffer it alone.


*This rock, this planet of Toril, is not as craggy as the asteroids your once-home was nestled into. It is painted in meadow-greens and sea-blues.*


An unenviable fate.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Shadowheart... she's down!<br>


Did you enjoy the show? It was but an opening act, blood kin.


A hag's magic is nothing to be scoffed at. Yes, this will suit perfectly.


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


Let's keep to the shadows.


I'm not losing any more people. Not any good ones, anyway.


You must know better than any of us - we've got to get into the Towers. <i>Now.</i>


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


I'm not sure. A dance with death, maybe.


Halsin will find us in ruin. We have lost so much.


Lia suspected it might be this way. She was a pain, but she was always right.


People up ahead. Something's wrong...


Someone else got out.


Attack Critical<br>var3


But the saga of the Bhaalspawn is not the story of a hero fighting alone against their own bloody inheritance.


If I hide the corpses, the smell will attract someone. I need to dispose of them.


Sorry, citizen, the docks are now a restricted area.


Is anyone else's tadpole squirming around a lot more than usual?


<i>The quicker we move through here, the better.</i>


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


Well - yes. It was a joke.


A vampire spawn is doubly cursed - first to be a slave, but still to be a monster. He is not so innocent.


I had an <i>arrangement</i> with Lord Gortash. But he whinges and wails over the Crown, wanting to command it alone.


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


<i>You?</i> Like crank you did. Lads - attack!


*You will welcome all comers, regardless of ancestry or appearance. And you will dismiss any Flaming Fist who dares argue against it.*


He's not slipping through my fingers this time.


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


It's... it's her. The devil who... who took my son...


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


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


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


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Absolute, guide me.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Gods, I can't wait to be back home.


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


I just want somewhere warm, and - and <i>safe.</i>


Hm. A game for surface children.


I came all the way from the Upper City for this little viewing of hers, and she's holding back on us.


'Unleash'.


Worth talking to, perhaps.


Catch the clicker, Boo!


And now that you have returned, we will have a new age of slaughter in your name. For you have slain Orin in our Father's Temple.


Hells, I can feel the worm squirming - like it wants to burrow through my skull.


I could drown in that song...


Maybe not the best time.<br>


Grey feathers. But no sight of the bird.


Viconia - to battle!


It's mostly slag, but something's sparkling in there. Hello! Are you adamantine?


I can't wait to go. This place is <i>boring.</i>


<i>Find him. And take his Netherstone. </i>


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


The Emperor deserves no more than a blade in its belly. But go ahead, waste your words on the <i>ghaik.</i>


Our lovely boy. Our perfect boy.


And I'm not done with him yet. Our future together looks real bright.


Feel that? This house doesn't want us here.


Tonitrus!


Wherezzat? Git back here!


Back to the fight, soldier.


Enter, and seek <i>Kith'rak</i> Therezzyn. If you are lying, you will not return.


What are these grey feathers?


They say you braved the dark to save the General's advisor. Bless you.


Deadlier than ever.


You may, but unless you can spin a tale worthy of Milil, I suggest running while you can.


Halsin. He's the leader around these parts. Or was.


I've always protected you, haven't I?


Non fit injura!<br>v2


I know what I need, and I've spent too long trusting others to find it for me. It's time I shouldered my own burden, and let you shoulder yours. May we both get what we deserve.


Sticking my neck out again.


*It's customary to possess gold in order to bribe someone with it.*


Death is not the end - merely another beginning.


I can't fit through here. Wonder if there's another way in.


Devious.


Will you tell Sorn that snails are <i>not </i>an aphrodisiac? They're just salty. There's a difference.


Lads inside are tryin' to get answers out of one of his mates.


Lakrissa's right. Can only do what we can.


Get rid of them. Release me.


Diminuo te!<br>v3


Psst.<br>


Heh! Nothin' like it, is there? C'mon then, you know the drill - coin on the table.


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


I smell you from here, hag. That ain't Rina!


First, threaten the black king. Move your rook one square to the right. That leaves black only two choices:


<i>Purple</i>, darling. It's the purple seam.


You'll want to speak with Gekh.


*The dog sniffs your hand and seems more at ease.*


*A ritual circle. Judging by the shadow sigils inscribed, it was used in the creation of Balthazar's Moonlanterns.*


<i>Remember - I have been your salvation from the very beginning. Your knight in shining armour. </i>


Zarys promised a reward for this chest. A sizeable one - if I return it unopened.


*When you try to think of a home your mind twists itself back to indulge in the delights of the day.*


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


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


... tailor before... guard... volunteered...


Sharp as a pig's testicle.


It's great for <i>sales</i>. You want one or not?


Up you get.


The battle won't be won down here.


Don't be so dramatic. This is just a little transaction between friends.


Quod dico face!


Would you have joined up with him if you'd known he'd be indulging in this sort of thing, Astarion?


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Fair enough. I ain't tryin' to start the shite with you, anyway. Been a day.


Please, try to relax. This doesn't have to be hard.


A little more... fungal... than I expected.


Aqua pura!


What if something happened to him?


Hells. That could have gone better.


I doubt we'll get much in the way of gratitude. Only one way to find out.


Voco flagella!


Descend to her.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


Of course. I was just about to suggest the same thing.


Importance is relative. A letter may be important to one; a growling belly may be more important to another.


I must admit I'm not <i>quite</i> sure why you decided to change your mind, but all's well that ends well!


Not in the habit of arguing with gods, but I'm not sure what to do. Whatever might be 'corrupted' about the Prism, it's helped us thus far.


Hm. I imagine Lenore would have them in her possession. She served Mystra as a cleric.


Para bellum!


Diminuo te!


Things look... different.


AHA! Free - but by Gond, we might already be done for!


And who are you, some fawning obsessive like that rich cow 'Lady Jannath'? I bet Oskar <i>loves</i> that.


You see? I should know better than to philosophize in the company of an archdruid.


This is meant to render people undead - <i>glorious!</i>


You look like shit.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 3


Foe-flesh only for Mig.


The shadow curse still taints the land. Perhaps we could have lifted it, had we tried.


You scrag!


Thou inglorious hog.


Without him, the curse won't lift. He said Halsin could help. Find Halsin - please.


We can <i>not</i> let it remain in the devil's possession!


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


I thought you might be in flames the next time I saw you. Karlach's touch has that effect on people.<br>


I'm afraid someone took your place, dear one.


Don't be breaking your back before we get to Baldur's Gate.


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Oi, ugly!


But it <i>does</i> have to be catchy...


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Incinerated.


Nothing good happens in the Underdark.


Come. Do not leave the light. Do <i>not </i>feed the shadows.


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


We're fighting the whole tribe at once? Subtle. Next time, let <i>me</i> do the talking.


Consuming Gold


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Your doubt does not make it any less true, child.


<i>We will go beyond the glaring light of Faerûn - the light we missed so much before. We will retreat to her depths, to the very bowels of being, and discover...</i>


It's too late to help you. It already was.


As you're not willing to engage in a frank conversation on the matter, I think we'll leave it there.


The Grove will be cleansed!


How dare he speak my queen's name!  How dare he dishonour her child!


Snore
zzZzz


Boulders away! Heh heh.


Don't bleed out on me.


Rats. The lowest of rodents, for the lowest of men!


Got to help.


I'm so sorry, my lord. She's an unbeliever - outside my control.


If I cannot be my fellow Gondians' saviour - then I shall be their avenger.


Crates and caravans. The town tollhouse, surely.


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


I think I'll nip out for a bit, stretch my wings, trim my talons.


But even if we unite to command the brain, it's not as if we can leave the city under Bane's boot-heel once it's done. We'd be back to the same old battle.


Nocturnus!


Locked to keep the evil in, or the prying eyes out? Let's see.


<i>Snort.</i>


Indeed. You were a source of light among shadows. Still are, for that matter.


What I wouldn't give to grab a flagon with the duke. The man's a living legend.


Hold - this gathering has become altogether too civilised. Where is Karlach?


Look at that thing. Raphael's taste in decor is surely his most evil trait.


Dammit!


Mortalis!


I'll catch up with you when it's time to camp, for now. But don't get to any of the fun stuff without me - got it?