And even then, only for a moment. Until I got here.


*<i>They </i>may have succeeded, but you... Your prince has been sacrificed, and you have been abandoned by your queen.*


Bah! Fine, Boo. Lae'zel - my hamster wishes me to tell you:


Fist Aelis, a new duty calls. Drow have taken Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard - westward, if my eyes and ears can be believed.


Recovered <br>V4


Keldorn Firecam. He tried to teach Minsc much - a happy thing, that paladins are so patient.


I won't go on without you.<br>


Bite it, Boo!


We have the means to free Prince Orpheus - and you side with <i>ghaik</i>!


Simply begging to be robbed.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


Drunk <br>V2


That drink I promised will have to wait. We're moving out. The Elfsong's my local - look me up if you're in the city.


What is it? Is this... another part of the book?!


Treme!


I'm just a man. An imperfect one, with needs, wants, and flaws by the bushel. A fragile vessel in which to place potentially world-ending power.


You won't be saying that when I core your skull like an apple!


Effort v5


Well hello.


Shut it. We got a job to do.


I shall see to this.


... a voice... in my mind...


A dead Archduke is of no use to me. A living explorer - a cleric of some talent, perhaps - is a different matter.


Ludus non factum est!


A cruel fate, and for what? An unreliable ally in Viconia? Or just for the sheer cruelty of it?


Perhaps you'd care for some bindings of your own. I know plenty of spectres who'd kill to possess a body like yours.


Someone cut these men to pieces. I doubt they had time to scream.


It's just Nine-Fingers that needs to die - but we'll take all of you if we must!


<i>I hope you're watching, Zariel. I hope you see how free I am. And I hope you know I'm never, EVER, EVER GOING BACK!</i>


<i>Ketheric is dead. </i>


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Only if you wish us to be. You may not remember, but we shared a lot together once. Good times, hard times... I will not turn on you. Even if it angers Lady Shar.


Scenes staged... with corpses...


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


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


I'm on my way.


Danthelon's Dancing Axe. This is where Jaheira's Harpers make their futile plans.


Don't be shy.


You must! You <i>must</i>! The whole world shakes and my head hurts and my stomach twists...


They fought well - their peace is well-deserved.


Let's make the most of this.


I'm afraid in the case of Master Figaro's death, the entire shop was to be entrusted to my... esteemed colleague.


It strikes me that, for a mind flayer colony, there are remarkably few mind flayers about the place...


There's something wicked burrowed in your brain. I can't get a grip on it. Best start praying for help.


It seems Voss was right - Vlaakith is intent on hunting us down.


And I will - once the beast that lurks below is vanquished, and sent back to the Hells.


Sniff<br>var 2


Huh. Keep it up, little brother - might be I can sell <i>you</i> some day.


<i>Lady Keene - we need your people. NOW. </i>


*Mighty Branwem. The Foehammer grants you honor in death.*


Don't you know not to interrupt your betters.


Damn it all - need to find it!


The Adamantine Forge - we heard of it from the duergar.<br>


A little gratitude would be nice.


The shadow this thing casts is a little too thick.


Looks like we're in Elturgard. Some distance from the city of Baldur's Gate.


<i>Tsk'va</i>. A failed prophecy. The Prince of the Comet will not live long enough to seize Vlaakith's throne.


Your insolent species knows nothing of authority, <i>k'chakhi. </i>Let me teach you.


Poor soul... but in truth, if I had to choose between death and the Shadowfell, I'd choose death.


Behold the dance of death.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Circulus mortis!


UnderstandAh<br>var 2


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


It ain't so bad - could be a damn sight worse. You've got a job and a place to rest your head -


It's working! Garret, it's me! It's Nina!


I'd like to have joined you there. Roaring fire, frosty drink, a bard in the corner...


Glittering gods. I should've know that one was too damn stubborn to die.


I have not met a <i>ch'r'ai</i> of this rank before. He will still aid us, right?


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


Ain't you got more drow to pummel?


Inveniam viam!


You're the cleric - any ideas?


Corpora sana!<br>v2


There we go.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Once we are in position, we will wait for your signal, and then we will break them all.


Yes, you have my blade - not to mention, a thousand sorries.


Kozakuran. The same language as from the door.


Watch this!


Let's give someone a surprise.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


I guess you need this.


Oh, I'd imagine him <i>quite</i> displeased.


*The threat of the Grand Design is over, but your people will never accept you back into their embrace.*


Bugger. Off.


Nice view.


Aradin... Beno... my group... Beno boys...


Tell me you are, and this doesn't have to end in blood.


That's what the others said. And yet... and yet... how could it be?


All these years as the Blade - I've been called a champion. A hero. A legend. Names I never asked for, praise I never sought.


Forward, through the pass. And beware the skies. <i>We are watched.</i>


*The torso, the largest and most complex component, is constructed and loaded with secret components on the Lab Level below.*


He's dead. Good riddance.<br>


I've a good mind to get the Flaming Fist before people start chucking themselves into the Chionthar.


There.


Recovered <br>V2


*You recall where you've smelled this beggar's rotten musk before - in Mystic Carrion's chambers. This is one of the runaways he seeks.*


*Somewhere in this city, your old master is lurking, waiting to reassert his control over you.*


<i>To know you. To love you. To give you our gift.</i>


Hells. Better a shrieking banshee than that racket.


Mortem tuum sum!


The army of the Absolute can't be more than a few days away.


I wonder if this is worth the cost.


You should have paid me back, Delwaer. It would have been cheaper.


Hot hot HOT!


Fine. A fist to yer mouth it is.


Tempora mutantur!<br>v3


Et alibi!


Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?


I'll help you.


Whatever that price may be, I'll help you pay it. We'll be in this together.


Gods, what's happening?


*The only thing your pickpocketing has earned you is a raised alarm.*


Poor Scratch. I miss him.


I want to talk to you about the other night. I thought we were having a pleasant time... but you cut it short.<br>


Mmmmn. Oh. OH. That was euphoric. You're even better than you used to be.


Awed? By this? Please - size isn't everything. At least when it comes to temples.


For a moment, I thought this bottle had a toxic scent, but it may just be what passes for fine wine in Baldur's Gate.


<i>Smile and pain will fade away.</i>


Gone... and gods, what's that <i>smell? </i>Sulphur? Bizarre.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


I knew the dark woods wouldn't frighten you. You were always such a brave girl.


Gods - when Nere... when Nere...


Canto te!<br>v2


Non movere!


To sow chaos... it is His will...


Looks like normal weapons would do the trick here - not just ceremonial.


I can't forge a weapon without starting a fire.


Not getting back in that thing.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Oh, I don't know. I can think of worse deaths than toasting to you all with a wyvern sour.


Like a vandal.


If only I was mounted on that dragon.


Malleus! v2


No traitor... loyal to queen...


What's going on? If you have something to say, say it.


Have it your way, soldier.


Here, darling.


((*so <b>generous</b> is Spaw, mighty Sovereign. but when I sang my need, I received only silence*))


*Still rattled by what happened at the Emerald Grove, they'll need time to recover before they'll be ready to talk.*


Skullsplitting, knifetwisting, gutspilling.


I'll get you moving again.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v3


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


Doni! It's time to come back now! DONI!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


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


Minsc would rather poke at enemy entrails.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


Huh. Seemed to make something click into place up above.


Hurt Critical


<i>Helm preserve us...</i>


You're such a witless little thing. Laugh in the face of the Archduchess Zariel, and she only laughs back.


You might have removed Gortash, but Orin's Faceless are still circling.


Blood comes easy these days.


My mind... it's being <i>drained</i>. Must be close...


You won't be waiting long.


Dissolve!


I hope Scratch has a new ball to play with, wherever he is...<br>


I have power enough to share - if I must.


You taught me how. And then you destroyed me.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


I wanted to keep you for myself but they shipped you away.


Clever alchemy.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Creepy chanting in the back. And a harmless choir, it is <i>not</i>.


Th-thanks.


I'll play along for now, but I'm not letting him slip out of reach. He's going to pay for what he did to me, one way or another.


ONLY you--
Greetings citizen. How can the Steel Watch help you?
-- WE HELP EACHOTHER-


That was no ordinary bear... better investigate the corpse.


Don't mistake me, Master, I want you to kill everyone.


Not my favourite experience - but well worth it to be so blessed by Umberlee.


The druid Halsin is in here <i>somewhere.</i>


Imagine what these things could do to a person...


Keep to the light. Ketheric may be dead - but the curse did not fall with him. <br>


Attack Critical<br>var3


An understandable longing. Report to our <i>Kith'rak</i> within, she may have use for you.


Heeheehee!


Have you no shame nor manners? This door will open only for one grafted from Bhaalian seed.


When the Absolute failed to answer me, I feared that you had somehow infected me with that same absence.


A slate marked with <i>tir'su</i>. Another Orpheus story, perhaps?


My Chosen, your final trial awaits. Enter the Chamber of Loss.


In times past I was Bhaal's Deathbringer - his acolyte. But no more.


The Flaming Fist don't stand for trouble. So stay out of it, yeah?


Interesting jewellery. Certainly not from around here.


Florrick, where in the hells are you?


Weak


Para bellum!


You're one to talk! When <i>exactly</i> were you planning on telling me you were a vampire?


Watch this! Nngh!<br>


That's no kind of talk for a <i>lady</i>. By the way, Karlach -


Confusio!


Pave my path with corpses. Build my castle with bones.


Old prayer sheet. Reminds me of school, yeesh.<br>


'The Legend of Ansur.' An epic poem, from the looks of it.


Not that it matters - I'll find another just as plump an' ripe.


What? <i>Why...? </i>


After what this city's been through, people will scarcely tolerate cuttlefish at the fishmonger's stall - never mind a full-blown mind flayer in their midst.


It flourishes because the strong feed on the weak. Charming as you are, child, you would be nourishment for the matrons mothers.


Lord Gortash is dead and life has no more meaning, so I don't care what you do. Just don't do it in front of me.


Oh no? Don't worry, mate - time for talk is <i>well</i> past. Get 'em!


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


Keep up the pace, Bex. Baldur's Gate won't wait forever.


Let's get you on your feet.


I have to find my parents.


Didn't mean to hold out on you, sir. Just didn't think you'd be interested, is all.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


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


SmileOpen<br>var 1


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


I am in no way comfortable with that! Lae'zel would never approve and I value my life too much to get on her bad side.


One way to find out...


Citius!


Victory is mine. The guardian's fallen!


Disturbing, you mean.


We're ready to head to your camp - are you?


<i>Agh.</i>


No way.


Someone cut these men to pieces. I doubt they had time to scream.


What in the deepest Hells is going on here?


Come - we are rested enough.


Orin savoured the torture of this one. It must have taken days.


...White one...


I can feel the energy coming from that portrait - necromantic magic.


Thing's broken. I'd give it a smack, but I don't think it'll help.


Ludus non factum est!<br>v3


Shut up, Dringo. And get back to work!


What are you doing? That's no way to treat a book!


The highest ambition I harbour now is to see you smile, always.


In a sense.


Let's hope our luck holds out until Baldur's Gate.


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


Connor, my love...


Oh, this should work perfectly.


Seems as though the Absolute's attracting followers from all kinds of places.


I'll fetch you.


Practice. Perfect. Perfection affection connection.


Snore
zzZzz


Look, greyling or not, you having a look put my mind at ease.


Let me help.


Anything of use?


I must say, seeing the infamous Demonsbane at the mercy of a goblin is very disappointing.


Communication is key.


*Your misdeed is bright and clear as the dawning day.*


Be free, says Boo!


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Wonder who abandoned it. And why?


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


CHICKEN-STRIKE!


'Course you won't find much there now. Took all the good stuff afore we burned it.


Perhaps something needs to be said.


Gond smiles on me this day. Thank you.


Torre!


Expello te!


Does that mean I can put my leg down?


Not bad - I've had better days. And worse ones.


Forget it - it's blocked from behind.<br>


Be safe. Stay in the light.


We're grateful for your efforts - though none more than the refugees.


It was good for me. Was it good for you?


She could raise me as a wardevil and loose me on the Coast. She could name me a patron and bid me collect souls for her cause.


<i>Consider using the tadpole. Your evolution will be a benefit to us both.</i>


This again?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Pallida mors!<br>v2


Don't forget the letter - at least some of these toys have lethal modifications.


Wyll has given up so much for me. If I could get over you, let him have you, I would... but I just <i>can't.</i>


Fine. But your paraphernalia had better be <i>pristine</i>.


We'll head there on our own.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


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


Pff. Believe me, I plan to revel <i>mightily </i>once I've finished with Gortash.


For you.


Prepare yourself - I believe the druids are moving on us.


*You give up the loot, but it's too late for that. A fight is brewing - one you might not want to surrender so easily...*


Hehee - not all is well with thee. Such is the price of mine favours!


Not the battle, nor what came after.


It's ready. I'll return with Thaniel as soon as possible. Stay close to the portal - buy me what time you can.


Your dad's good as dead, pup. And to think there's no way to save him.


Rolan? He isn't going to last very long out here like this...


*The parasite reels in your skull. Something within the Steel Watcher tugs at your mind.*


A shame, what the shadows did to him. His death gives me no pleasure.


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


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


Listen. LISTEN.


All right. All right. But we have to go. Now.


Oh gods, <i>please </i>just leave me alone. I'll keep the Absolute's secret, I swear.


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


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


Expello te!<br>v2


I have... but that's a story for another time.


I am free of death's shackles. You will wear them for eternity.


Mol says you're dead to us. Go away, dead girl.


And just like that, she's off to walk into Lorroakan's trap.


That is false.


Obedi me!<br>v2


*You were warned about coming here. It seems you're about to be punished.*


<i>Another</i> one? Well - after jumping through all those hoops, a little treat wouldn't hurt.


The mission has to come first.


That symbol... Gale, is this tressym yours?


But okay, fine. Get out of here. Make room for the chumps.


*Better gold in the palm than a sword in the throat.*


SmileClosed<br>var 5


All the coin's there - my thanks. It sounds like you made quite a mess getting it, too - all in a day's work for the Lord of Murder, eh?


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Beloved Morninglord. I must request of thee a reverential reverie. HeheHEEEEE!


*<i>Power.</i>*


Snore
zzZzz


Think you can take me on?


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


<i>But know that if you have jeopardised our mutual project, I will be forced to reconsider our alliance.</i>


Yes, most things do.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Not me - this place. It's on edge. If I raise the alarm, everyone will turn on you - the <i>outsider</i>.


Something good here, I hope.


One of the greatest heroes the realms have ever known just stormed away from us in a fury.


I fight for justice - and will not hesitate to execute it.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


You rejected the extraordinary, and for what?


Oh no. No no no, Godey is not worried by your threats. Godey has seen so much worse than you.


Take your time - have a drink, sample the goods. Go see him when you're feeling refreshed.


Make it hurt.


An adamantine forge? Sounds like the perfect place to find something expensive.


With the state of these bodies, not even a priest could help them now.


Cuddly toys - perfect for weak, soft children.


Venenum!


I'll give it a shot.<br>


But it is unbalanced. Her yoke is already heavy; if she walks thy path, it will surely break.


You and I have <i>very</i> different definitions of right and wrong.


S-she's with the hag!


Fine, fine. My mind - not what it used to be.


Ut ventus!


And I'm a damn hollyphant.


We just surrendered her...? She could have helped us put a stop to Ketheric Thorm!


Aresce!


I - I understand. All the more fool am I for pressing my fortunes.


Will your shift be over soon?


Eventine Grantz was her name. Halfling, ran the bakery in my neighbourhood in the Outer City.


It's a secret, right. 'Tween you and me. But I think... I think I like you better. But don't tell 'im.


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


The gift of loss will soothe all woes, but only for those who deserve it.


You have my attention!


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Even in the Underdark, I never saw gloom like this. It's unsettling.


Can't see a thing.


Thank you so - no, it can't be. Wyll, by the living gods, what's happened to you?


You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!


The means of Vlaakith's own end has been ripped away from her.


You and me always made a good team, eh? Now don't blow it, pup - no second chances this time.<br>


It's hopeless. Silvanus' will holds these vines in place.


Yes, that will be more than enough. A task most efficiently performed.


Please. <i>I'm sorry!</i>


<i>And for gods' sakes have a little discretion.</i>


Wyll, no!


It does not surprise me that your faith in Shar was based on a lie. You will have your vengeance.


Hmm. Seems like someone liked their books to have a twist.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


The drink - it's turned necrotic!


Hm - must be the tree from the note to Kagha. What's that cleft there?


There's a hag-pit stench about you.


The queen's decision is made, and our fates are open. Gnash your teeth, shake your head, grunt all you want.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


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


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


Hurt


Shh, not so loud! If those lads find out I'm faking, they might go off on their own. They're not ready for that. And frankly, I'd miss them.


No no NO NO NO! He didn't. He didn't... Filthy, pig-mouthed little LIAR!


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


Wyll Ravengard... the Blade of Frontiers...


An intricate device, crafted by <i>mlar</i> - our most gifted artisans. I am sworn to say no more.


The cleric and Last Light, all are now but an ichored slagheap.


Go on. I'm on duty.


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


Drunk <br>V4


*Through a narrow crack in the wall, you hear something <i>shift </i>against stone. The pulse of a crawling, living thing.*


Another illusion - is anything real down here?


He's someone else's problem now, anyway. Woods are full of boars. Maybe he'll learn his lesson and start hunting something that won't miss him when he goes.


A terrible fate, to be trapped here so long.


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


I presume you are not stupid enough to return empty-handed. So give me the weapon - now.


You insult me. Viconia left the Underdark to rule a clergy of mournful waifs, and peddlers of secrets. I have far grander ambitions.


Ketheric is vulnerable now. We should hasten to Moonrise, lest our angelic friend kills him before we have a chance to.


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


Don't give me trouble now.


I'm sorry, I'm sorry!


A <i>creature</i>? There's definitely something rotten in there.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


You're here. You're all right - <i>how?</i>


Something didn't like that.<br>


The relationship between gods and mortals will always be one of subservience, but you could not hope for a finer master than Bhaal.


Et alibi!<br>v2


'Nightsong'. An appropriate name for an owl, perhaps - but not for a cult artefact.<br>


Wulbren might be a violent bastard, but I have the privilege of being better than him.


No, you are not leaving. Not now, not ever.


<i>PERISH!</i>


Some day that soft heart of yours is going to be torn out of your chest.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v2


P-please! You kn-know where the grove is! Th-there's nothing I can tell you... please, let me go!


What's this place? It's been spared the shadow curse...


I suppose you're right. The Crying One has much more on his plate than curse words, given what just happened here.


<i>After that, we take control of the brain. You should start wondering what you will do then.</i>


There is a ruin, some way outside of Last Light. I caught a glimpse of fresh blooms there, but did not investigate further. I shall mark it upon your map.


After everything we went through to get those stones, they didn't even work? Because now it's a 'nethersomething'?


<i>There has to be. I can't live like this. I'm trapped - trapped! </i>


That's Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. I didn't think anyone still worshipped him.


Still think Lady Jannath'll make you a lady's maid?


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


VO_SFX : Downed


What's in here?


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


Hm. You haven't tried to slit my throat <i>yet</i>...


Don't you fucking dare.


Communication is key.


I can't believe she's gone. I can't believe they'd do this to us!


Strange. But perhaps when I see your enemies cower at your feet, trembling, I will envy you.


Yes you are. And you're perfect.


Invoco te<br>v3


Strange collar... it's got runes all over it.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


If our travelling companions continue to make poor choices, we will soon have every god in this plane and the next hunting us.


Any unlucky soul in that cradle would be feeling a tickle right about now.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Need a little boost?


Amusing as it is to provide children with such lethal toys, surely there are better uses for this powder?


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


Now's a time for cheerful lies, as my master would say.


Here goes nothing.<br>


Fine.


You do not look well, wizard. Beyond even your daily feebleness.


Not immediately.


Cut down by goblins. How cruel.


We need to make a decision - if anyone's to become a mind flayer, perhaps it should be Karlach. She's doomed either way.


*You've been caught mid-robbery. Your next move had best be a careful one.*


OPEN THIS CAGE YOU MUNTING ARSEHOLE!


Move along. I mean - <i>moo.</i>


True Soul. An honour.


Brace yourself!


Sine metu!<br>v3


BreathLongClosed<br>var 3


What is this?


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(FastSpeed)


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


Most of the art here is dross, but that one looks rather valuable.


Better to put the debtor's attire back on. It keeps the locals quiet.


I found it around the neck of a thug in the Lower City. It was speckled with blood, my friend nowhere to be found.


You still like me, right?


I think we need to get you some air and perhaps have a long talk about unresolved childhood issues.


Taken. <i>Taken.</i>


Very well. If you wish to die in Avernus, that's your business. Mine is charging you for it.


I say you'd better start looking for your true love, because it's not me.


We give them everything, and all we get is nothing but a good man to bury.


A replica devil skull. Perhaps a little oversized, mind you...


The Gate... born and bred... adventurer... by legacy...


No pleasure you could offer is worth the torment of our alliance.


*Your vandalism is causing considerable anger. It seems this individual is more than ready to put a stop to you.*


I'm coming, Meerna!


Pickets, ballistas, siege engines... a little old-fashioned, too. A hundred years? More?


<i>Soldier.</i>


I - I know that corpse. Arabella's father.


The slavers are gone - Nere must be dead by now. Just need to grab his head.


Let's move.


My thoughts exactly.


You're... serious. Let's forget this unpleasantness ever happened.


It's all... it's like a dream. What happened? What's going on?


Effort v11


Let's have the truth, then. Do your friends know how many you killed in the Absolute's name, Stone Lord? Do you?


Yes, let's.


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


Frange!


Drunk


*A bloodthirsty rush of fury engulfs you. You want to butcher the crowd, women and children alike, and soak in their innards. It is glorious.*


If you drink as well as you fight, we'll have a lot of fun.


<i>If </i>we find it. I doubt he's just left it lying around.<br>


I couldn't keep going like that. But seeing how you fought on, I realised that I <i>didn't have to</i>. From then on, I was Nocturne. It wasn't easy... but everything started to make sense. I could breathe.


Don't mind me.


Scuse me.


Better fetch that.


I do not serve Shar anymore. Nor the Mother Superior. The Prism is no longer my mission - saving my parents is.


Though my little con pales in comparison to the children. Could give the Thieves' Guild a run for their money that lot.


Argh! Got me with an ancient jest that's older than I am.


Show it to me.


I am tempted to let you bleed.


No point. I can't get through.


Rescue Ravengard from his drow captors. Baldur's Gate needs him now, more than ever.


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


My, this must be the proverbial lion's den. Or lion's abattoir, rather.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


You disappoint me, child of Bhaal. I had heard such tales of you - tales of grandeur, and vile glory.


Just have to... where'd it go?


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


Hurt Critical


Children.


You, my friend, are the most special person in the circus - in all of Baldur's Gate! Does anyone know why?


You've no idea the stories I could tell, sweet Karlach. But you - you're just -


Wouldn't expect him to be very friendly after an aeon of captivity.


Why smell thou of placenta-musk?


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


<i>They are holier than me - a greater part of Her design! I was wrong to question them!</i>


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Voco vineae!


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


What path lies before me?<br>


Damn, that burns.


Overseer Holzt will cut my tongue out if she discovers I fell asleep. Don't tell her, please.


You panicked, and before I could explain, the Sharrans found us. Father and daughter. Wolf and prey.


General Thorm was attacked, the order to evacuate given. You should not be here. I conclude you are one of the attackers.


Look outside. There's no one else for her to run to.


Hmmm.


Very well. Whether I condemn this world or not: I choose you.


Stuck? That's not good.


Venustior!


Damn that djinni. Where <i>am </i>I?


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


Perhaps I misheard. You would not speak ill of a god. Would you?


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


I had my family, for too short a moment. Now they're gone. By my hand.


*The circle's hum grows to a buzz - the deceit in your words is clear.*


*It's hopeless. Their hold on you is as warm as a blush, and as tight as a manacle.*


When the General entrusted me with this mission, he warned there may be some damage caused by a monster let loose in the temple.


Too late. Looking at you is painful enough.


Heretics in the dark! Kill them - destroy the blasphemers!


Oofh! That's a... a big bloody sack o' gold. <i>Neheuhuerh...</i>


SFX_VO: I took a deep breath - and ROARED.*


Ah, Rugan... old bastard thought he'd live forever.


The lion stood watch in the blackest of night...


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v4


I spy with my little eye... nothing of note, really.<br>


Unless... unless you carried it off the <i>ghaik</i> ship yourself.


If I had... would've killed 'im...


Who knows what he may have up his rotten sleeve.


Glorious. One moment - Auntie needs her real nails for this.


Time you freed Nere. That drow head needs crackin'.


Buff


For you, oh horned cheek.


You'd better! You'd better catch up to us!


Para bellum!<br>v3


Effort v8


This jar... it feels like death itself. A sure sign of necromancy at work.


Least the ash can be repurposed. Some of it, at least.


Looks like a beast came through here - a big one too.


Before he passed. But the time for mourning's done. I mean to celebrate.


Minsc, please - slow down. Use your words.


Let's set off. Time is against us.


<i>And now we must be doubly on our guard.</i>


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


Look at that beast. Seems almost too big to take flight.


Effort v6


No use digging with my bare hands...


You won't be hurting for long.


'I am yours.'


I was so young. I didn't recognise evil when I saw it.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Ale me!<br>v3


That weren't even in question, mate.


Gond's bollocks, I thought I was dead. Hoped I was, to be honest.


On my way.


Excellent. A far more satisfying way to gain entry than fiddling with codes.


I think Scratch is up north. Playing in a goat-farm in Icewind Dale, of course!


Here for you.


Moons and stars, like in the dwarf's poem. And these plates can move...<br>


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


A map of the Sword Coast. My people have scouted well beyond the temple.


That is my price. Nothing more, nothing less.


Pity we're just talking.


What was that? What's going on?


If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded.


Yes, let's.


Must have been fishing when these monsters came. Bad luck.


Normally it would not be for me to pursue becoming a Dark Justiciar without a superior's command, but this is different. My lady wanted me to find this place, I know it.


You're an impressive fighter, Gale. You should consider a new name.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


And the rough vessels that are yours.


Nine Hells!


Just what I need.


An Adamantine Forge - seems that duergar was on to something after all.


No hesitation - these people are long dead.


There's a certain Auntie Ethel quality about this place.


And that answer is plain as the horns on a wardevil's head: we get these things out.


The search continues. I will take word to the Undying Queen.


A ceremonial spear... but not the true Spear of Night. Lady Shar's hand never held this.


<i>You... have... failed us. All. </i>


I woke to your <i>teeth </i>on my neck. Why should I not slice open yours?


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


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


Blood follows me everywhere.


You saved us, risked your life for us, our families, only to kill us?


I shouldn't have doubted you. Or the others.


Virtus et scientia!


According to these notes, there's an adamantine forge down here.


As I was taught.


And isn't that <i>depressing?</i>


Hardly the time for soft hands.<br>


The brain is not in reach yet - we must ascend higher.


Ugh. Fresh goblin stench. They're close.


Pipe down!


I will not let you fall.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


So, you've indulged. Just helped yourself to a little more power, I see.


I see you have some knowledge of the process.


Couldn't be helped. Those druids left us no choice.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


*You made yourself a walking cataclysm, the annihilation brewing within you just about held at bay by your constant consumption of magical objects. Tara saw it all, but never left your side.*


A <i>thief </i>is dead - she stole the idol, befouled the grove!


Better be careful - those webs carry vibrations.


Attack Critical<br>


I was so worried for your health during our long separation. Master, you should really take better care of yourself.


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


You underestimate his appetite.


It's full.


No time to lose.


I won't go on without you.<br>


Extra Recovered <br>V2


Listen, you!


Must be nice to wander about wherever you want.


Whoa. What?! You can't be serious.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


Say, where's Karlach? She didn't abandon us, did she?


Hm. <i>Fine.</i>


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


Reconsider.


Must we?


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


Those two must have history.


That ain't the pass-phrase!<br>


A Selûne idol, really? Are you in need of a paperweight?


Least we got the druid to keep ourselves entertained.


Weak


Apples? Not the bloodthirsty fare I expected to see in such a place.


Oh, I am. It's a momentous day. I suppose I need to catch my breath or the momentum will outpace me.


Bloody hell - an' people say <i>goblins</i> are savage.


*The beast reeks of brimstone and offal, every breath thick with blood. Almost gagging, you mutter a quiet prayer to your god.*


You've been saying that for ages, and we're still here. What are they waiting for?


I know it's early. But this couldn't wait.


*Vlaakith knows this too. Perhaps the <i>zaith'isk</i> will cleanse you - or perhaps the Undying Queen will see that it kills you.*


I don't think they are. They're heading toward the worst of it.


Yes. Devour the traitor, my queen be praised!


Is it me? Am I ticking?


Wait - what? You saw through my magic?


But in either case, it seems I was insensible for much of my ordeal. Small mercies.


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


You strike your prey, then offer aid? I will never understand your kind.


An audience Gortash? He's ordered his guards to stand down, if we're willing to seek him out.


Irretio in sphaera!


We should find him, maybe he can help?


...The Prism. I scour this land in search of it, and you bring it to my <i>door</i>?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


Not just clever - rather ingenious. Somehow its construction keeps the Shadow Curse at bay.


Don't do it! This isn't evolution, it's... it's... I don't know what it is.


We can lay down later.<br>


Listen here.


<i>Chaos, everywhere. Need to find a way through.</i>


Dodge
v2


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


Something to be said?


Mercy? You were never one of us. Not truly. <i>Aluve.</i>


Umbrae!


In the heat of battle? So be it.


But your blood earns you one more chance. Got enough on my plate as it is.


And I stand beside you now. I know you. You're more than this. More than Bhaal. You're my friend, and I won't leave you.


The ringleaders have to die. The very natural order of things is in danger, thanks to them.


Have to keep going.<br>


She will not be utterly destroyed. What is useful shall remain.


Mizora - <i>I've had enough</i>. You owe your life to me. Time to end the pact.


You possess a prying heart. You crave insights and secrets that are not your own. You live through others, and neglect the self. We can help you rediscover <i>you</i>.


Keep a blade close.


Into the fray.


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


<i>PROFANUS!</i>


But few as good as Father Lorgan.


Need a hand?


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


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


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


We are brilliant.


Crusty rogue.


Do you miss kissing Vlaakith's feet, gith?<br>


So no campfire songs and ghost stories for ol' Karlach. Damn, I thought I was <i>out </i>of the Hells.


How you doing, pal? Looking for some odds and ends? I've scavenged all sorts.


*You tried your best, but nothing gets past these guards. You're in serious trouble.*


The master's anger can be... extreme, this is true.


The Harper may know more - her precious Baldur's Gate was the soil that nourished his growth.


<i>Are we.</i>


You listening?


You hear these mooks trying to tell me about fishing? I've been fishing here all my life.


I've never heard such music.


Something's guarding that forge - and it's weak to this 'hot hammer'.


That smell is <i>rank</i>. Positively enfeebling.


Yurgir - lend your strength!


Ad vitam aeternam!


I've never seen you so giddy, Karlach. Go on, celebrate your fortunes. But remember that they are lost as quickly as they are gained.


Wicked.


So Lae'zel, things seem to be getting serious with you two. Do you have pet names for each other yet?


The Sharrans researched githyanki text to learn of the Astral Prism. Little good it did them.


Empty threats, all of them. Rot-brained ratling.


It is so. And, should one favour bear-form, <i>that</i> tree in particular makes for excellent back-scratching...


Duke Ravengard...? He's still alive?


Right answer.


The list of properties - quite a slice of the Upper City is now ours.


I once beat the Baldurian record for the most <i>sarabandes </i>danced in a single evening.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 2


Ketheric Thorm - once a servant of your goddess, now a faithless wretch - has used me to make himself immortal for a hundred years.


Attack Critical<br>


I'm just... ngh... <i>combustible</i>. Ten years is a long time without anyone's touch but my own. And when I look at you, I just feel... explosive.


Think we can get the wall built, just the two of us?


Let's turn the tables.


Astarion, I am astonished. To relish in intimacy again after such hardship is a wound many never recover from.


We still have the tadpole. Failing all else, we can assimilate Orpheus.


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


You need <i>a lot</i> more practice before you can beat me.


Prayers for the fallen - we are burning their belongings so they may fight on in the next life. Battling monsters like your pale friend, perhaps.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


Looks like Zarys' missing shipment. The one she was most insistent we return unopened.


*You feel the touch of the Emperor's mind peeling at the edge of yours, trying to gain access, and succeeding.*


There's a hollow in that tree... looks hand-carved.<br>


*You no longer carry the lantern. The hunter frowns, and readies for battle.*


Oh, oh, a spell shite! When the fisting starts, use the sparky magic to call Fork. LET'S KILL <i>EVERYTHING</i>.


Punge!


Milady? Jubilant day! I have found your vile self at last!


You fought hard to win back control over yourself. I can only imagine how you feel - congratulations.


An unwelcome chore.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Zhentarim thugs passed through here. Oathless curs, the lot of them.


I had better watch your back then.


Non movere!<br>v3


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


Yes. Yes. <i>Please.</i>


Light on my feet.<br>


It's your funeral. And mine. I'm not ready!


Almost there. I just need to insert the mould.


These boots have seen everything.


A parasite - take it. You can use it to expand your mind.


Hook horror. Wonderful.


Halsin... he's dead. No chance of lifting the curse now.


Te video!<br>v2


You see, this glorious lamp is both an oasis and a prison. Someone must be inside it at <i>all times </i>- but you're the first brave enough to take my place.


Listen!


There is no greater honour than bleeding for Vlaakith.


*Your people threw off the mind flayer's shackles before. Like your ancestors, you would endure.*


There are patriars on the murder target list. I'm oathbound to secure them first, so I'll be heading to the Upper City next.


<i>Then let it set the rhythm to which our people march.</i>


I don't want to know what <i>that </i>is.


No - I will be <i>better</i>. I have studied the keepers here.


An easy fix. Hopefully.


See that symbol? This must have been a masons' guild.


Not<i> this.</i>


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


Anything for a friend.


Attack<br>var 2


Ut ventus!<br>v2


It's not much, but here. Know that if you call, we'll come running. No matter what.


Good. Do well and there might be a reward for you back at camp.


Karlach, believe me, this isn't something you should -


They do? I... well. That's curious.


*There's a high price for trespassing around here. It appears you're about to pay it.*


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


Maybe one of the kids picked up something of yours by mistake. I couldn't say.


Well, that's not good.


Argh - didn't work.<br>


*The shovel in turned soil feels oddly familiar. Within your sick heart you know: in gravedigging, you have had quite the body count.*


Of course we'll save you, Volo. I think this mob has made the rather silly mistake of taking you seriously.


They erupted right out of there. Never saw the likes of it.


I am Halsin. First Druid of the Emerald Grove. And I am here to visit nature's fury upon <i>you</i>.


He of the Unsleeping Eyes. Grant me the might to carry this burden. Grant me the faith to face darkness without fear.


Stand aside, evil! Legend coming through!


Won't - budge!<br>


All that power. And to think you want to throw it away.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


You are between worlds, paladin. Have you made a choice?


We might have to. But I'd feel better if we at least knew how many are out there.


Attack<br>var 3


You say 'mad'. I say 'extraordinary'. We have that in common, my friend.


Let the lantern's light be your guide. I'll mark your map, should you lose the way.


Good idea, I think.


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


Listen, my dear, I'm sure you thought this 'you're in danger' jape amusing, but it's rather horrid.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


I sank a spear into the heart of the Moonwitch's daughter. Lady Shar rewarded me - she turned the pain that once held me back into the power that now drives me on.


*And Nightsong is not blind to your conflict. Behind that raging heart is the restless beat of one who knows too well that her fate hangs in the balance.*


You... oh. Another of Brem's bloody <i>commissions? </i>I will not sully my brush with every ugly vagrant who -


I'm sure you can understand that.


Effort v6


Sarin... Bareki... me... no better... thieves...


An iron coin? I'd prefer gold, but I'll take it.


I took back the Idol of Silvanus and the rite has resumed. We will seal the grove. Free from harm. Free of <i>intruders</i>.


We're all friends, right? All one under the Absolute.


Hells!


Voco glacies!<br>v3


A Selûnite book. Fit only for the pyre.


I haven't even managed to kill one measly devil. I'm hardly a prime catch. Certanily not for the great gith warrior from Crèche K'liir.


We will make Zariel sorry she ever laid eyes on you.


Powdered iron-vine. An old hunter's trick - most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.


Had I known this would happen, I... oh, who am I kidding? I'd still have married him.


Do you feel Her? Let Her in, True Soul. Claim your reward.


Now, on to the matter at hand.


Let me show you.


Get me out of this hellhole!


This soul awaits thy command.


We are NOT staying in a <i>brothel.</i>


That was tough, this can't have been used in a while.


That's curious.


I wonder what happened to that drow.


I'm glad. It would be more than a touch awkward if you tried and I had to turn on you.


Oi!


You're about to say something awful, aren't you?


In a city like this, reeking with the desperation of the damned, they are not difficult to replace.


With the duke and his closest confidantes gone, someone will need to step up in their absence. A man with the spirit of a dragon.


Yes, vastly so. But I don't want to talk about her. Not right now.


Just like old times.


Ashes to ashes, bones to bones.


Since we arrived in the city, I can't help but feel a little... anxious. But I'm not sure I know why.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


Why don't we ask Jaheira?


You have my deepest gratitude. I promised you a reward, did I not?


You've the right look. Solid bones. Steady face. The kind that cleans up vermin for pay.


Is there anything you need? I lower my prices for fellow druids.


You're a vampire! I can't believe I trusted you - let you share my camp.


Perhaps you fear happiness. It is not as uncommon as you may think.


Not how I wanted you to open your heart.


With pleasure.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v2


So it's the Blade of Avernus now, Wyll? I suppose that's a new sort of frontier.


Go then, leave - the dark will still be waiting. But keep some memories as a parting gift.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


I have seen the acts you revel in. You are no soldier - you are a scourge.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 1


Heal me or I'm done for.


Lots of talk about the brilliant future of Baldur's Gate, city of steel and justice.


<i>Suggestions? </i>So much for your superior hunting skills.


SFX VO: Choke on smoke


I'll - I mean - I need to do some thinking. Thanks for telling me, I guess. I - sleep well, I guess.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


I must... inform his family. Arrange his affairs, as much as I'm able.


Nothing.


Whoa. That isn't good.


Raphael thought he could outsmart us - but there are other ways to get the Orphic Hammer, guaranteed.


I punish evil and minor annoyances equally.


No! NO more listening to brains!


Come on, get up.


Do you hear that, child? The bloodless vacuum where your Father's love for you should be. You have disappointed him.


Guilty, then. My lord?


PRAISE BOOOAL! PRAISE BOOOAL'S CHOSEN!


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


Regard this spontaneous flatulater!


And just like that, she's off to walk into Lorroakan's trap.


Tempora mutantur!


Orin relished tormenting this poor soul.


Amazing that the sword stayed sharp for so long.


Up you get.


Ah! My finger.


Nothing! Not a hair out of place. But when we're through, I'll dress your corpse in its skin.


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


Camaraderie! Adventure! Violence!


Nothing else holds you on my watch.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


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


How peculiar - I feel something trembling. That collar, perhaps.


You infect mine eyes and nostrils.


I hope so. They're all I have to give.


Lae'zel... Queen Vlaakith's faithful...


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


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


I've never seen <i>that </i>particular organ before.


We need a way out. Now.


Voss! I call on your might!


Hurt


It's all the same in the end.


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


Let's hope a dead bird is the creepiest thing around here.


Sometimes the only way out is through.


Since you still have me, was there anything else on your mind?


A mirror that steals memories? Very Sharran.


I miss Zevlor.


Deure!


Didn't work. What now...


Aha. Some art has a purpose after all.


Damn - the sergeant'll be pissed 'bout her boots.


It's all right, I'll take care of you.


Go on. Mirror knows.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Not a hair out of place.


Arabella holds a power beyond reckoning. That of the decaying forest, and the seedling that bore it.


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


We do tunnel insurance for mining business, and home vault maintenance. Those are the sole subterranean ventures the House will consider.


What are these things? And gods, do they <i>stink</i>.


Good. I was growing scared for you. The last person who disappointed me is suffering for it still.


I almost feel bad about this.


Now, roll over and die - give up your life just as easily as you were ready to give up the stones.


Watch for wind direction. Put on your gloves. Aaaaaand... alight at arm's length!


I just wish - I wish it was different. I wish mum and pops was here.


It's decided. Let's go.


Today's issue is smoking hot! Just like Ramazith's Tower! Find out why inside!


With haste.


<i>A crack in its defences! Now we can destroy its true self.</i>


Shallow breaths, <i>istik</i>. The smoke will kill you before the fire does.


O' course - wouldn't dare! I'm sure She's got a plan.


Arabella is back and the druids have stopped their warbling. The day just got a lot brighter - thanks to you.


*You could end its life here and now, if only you didn't feel...*


Thank you, truly. May you succeed where I have failed. You are the stuff of legends now. Pray that I live to tell your tale.


UnderstandAh<br>var 1


I have power enough to share.


It killed itself with no hesitation. Why would it do such a thing?


I need to get off this roof, and I better not dawdle either.


Cave circulum!<br>v2


That corpse - it's Arabella's mother.


I don't remember, do I? But it must have been a very good reason. Otherwise, why would I've done it? Right?


Children! Look who's here!


And once the deed is done, our next meeting will be most productive, Astarion.


Hark! A dung golem!


Everyone's skin feels like ice.


It already has. These things here didn't die in their sleep.


May he rest in peace at last, now that he's dead.


Ah... a <i>stranger </i>in our fair camp!


Volo non fugia!<br>v2


I'm saying that someone stepping off stage doesn't have to mean the end of their story.


You don't like it? Fine. But keep your comments to yourself.


*You will triumph with a sword in your hand and a bow at your back. You don't need the Hells' gifts to be mighty.*


*He gives in and surrenders his find to you.*


A dragon and elf, apparently befriended. One day I'll share such a bond with a dragon of my own.


If Orin obtains all three Netherstones, she'll plunge the Coast into chaos and paint the city in blood.


*Brutal as she is, Lae'zel values honesty. She'll respond fairly and rationally. Maybe.*


You change, skin ripping from your body and then you butcher... everyone. Everyone around you.


My crèche had one of these too. The stricter the discipline, the stronger the soldiers.


Are you hungry? Better give you extra, so you don't nibble on me in the night...


Is your friend ill? I have some tea that might help...


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


I suppose that's a <i>bad</i> thing? No - don't answer that.


Waiting with bated breath.<br>


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


I do like her spirit. I don't like her chances, but her spirit? Excellent.


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


Wyll ought to know what happened with Mizora. Whatever she has in store for him can't be good.


<i>This violence serves no end!</i>


I'm sure he can. A shame it took a deal with a devil to unravel this.


*Your rapport with Lae'zel is surprising - perhaps even troubling, to Lady Shar. After all, your mission to retrieve the artefact put you at odds with githyanki...*


Damnable mimic.


Weapon designs. The work of a <i>mlar</i> - a smith, as the locals say.


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


<i>They are nothing. Empty husks. Remnants of your sacrifice in my name.</i>


Where...? Hold! Whatever that <i>stlarning</i> thing is - I know a hunter when I see it.


Come, come, up you both stand. I, for one, am dying to find out what's for breakfast.


Remember who she is, Gale. Mortal death is but a passing chapter to a goddess - and to those who win her favour.


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


Sol Invictus!<br>v3


You'd truly end things with Wyll to be with me...?


Don't think so, but we don't really know one way or the other. Better safe than sorry, Jaheira'd say.


Truly? What fortune - then he might still be loosed from the Absolute's grasp!


Yes - I'd recognise it anywhere. Zariel. The oily <i>reek </i>of her infernal machinery.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


<i>Prostrate before your Throne of Blood... Heed our prayer, heed your call! </i>


You would sacrifice what you have with Lae'zel, for me? She will not be pleased...


Look at that.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Video veritatem!<br>v3


The world will never be rid of us - we are <i>everywhere</i>. But you...? Your miserable tale ends right now.


Something's amiss with that rune. Seems unstable.


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


Quite a spear. Why hide it away...?


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


I wish I had half the power you settled folk think my people possess. Alas, I am a simple wanderer, on the hunt.


...So you're not an incompetent, but an infidel. Oh, good.


Won't happen again.


Vlaakith choosing you... If that is her decision, it is the right one. Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai!


You. I don't have the words or the means to thank you for what you did here.


The Faceless take their time. Do they still ravage the city?


Or better yet - put that True Soul to use. They've proven themselves reliable.


'Course I bloody wasn't. Too busy ordering more of these mechanical monstrosities to tell me.


Well, he's dead. Let's hope he stays that way.


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


They won't be needing this place again.


*You navigate carefully. With Ragzlin's voice, you ask...*


Non fit injura!<br>v3


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


You could certainly say that.


Ah, that's how it is. Pity.


Chosen you may be, but I have my duty. The door stays shut until you have permission.


Now what might you be hiding?


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


Cease your squabbling - the Steel Watch are onto us. We need a plan.


A bard? The people want to hear the truth of the matter, not some trumped-up song and dance.


What a mess the ages cause.


Not. Going. <i>Anywhere.</i>


All right. I guess it can't hurt. I'll check up on the rest of the goods. You try and find whoever is responsible for this.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


They run a tight ship. Must be a horrible place to grow up.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v3


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Baretha! Kill this insolent worm. I need to continue my hunt.


- LISTEN -- you know US --- absolute
WILL --- Absolute power ---


Twelve impossible deeds every day before the sun reaches its apex.


Whatever Mizora has in store for you, I doubt it's anything good.<br>


Dying Panic Fall


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


He's after the forge. Whatever's in there must be worth a lot of trouble.


What is youth if not a time to be forgiven for one's transgressions?


*Tyr's fury glows within you. Despite Ravengard's words, the Lord of Justice has remained loyal to you, as you have to him.*


Precisely. Care to show your devotion? Just say the word.


Is this m-monster with you?


<i>This complicates matters. He has surrounded him with a circle of steel within the fortress of Wyrm's Rock.</i>


We get along quite well, I think.


A crèche is near - we must seek signs of it. Only there can we be purified.


*<i>Flee</i>, you feel it cry.*


Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!


What're you on about? Think yer bein' funny?


No need to fight fair.


Someone cut these men to pieces. I doubt they had time to scream.


Ah, a threat? Our other visitor simply skipped straight to violence.


Ngh... not food... <i>client</i>...


<i>You? </i>Well. In you get, then. Hope you brought somethin' good to chug.


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


We doing this or not? The Guild ain't my only clients, you know.


<i>And believe me, it will radically increase our chances of success against the elder brain.</i>


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


An adventurer... but I... couldn't... figure out... what... kind...


And he does not do it alone. His partner fighteth beside him still. Two champions, as one.


You are the fruit of the forbidden palm. Soft on my skin, sweet on my tongue. You are my sin... and salvation.


Hostium munera!<br>v3


The people aren't stupid, Astarion - they're scared. Gortash provoked a damned war, and then promised them safety.


Orpheus is dead - yet Vlaakith still marks me as traitor and prey.


Go slowly, this place is dangerous.


It was stolen from right under my nose, all those centuries ago.


We must speak.


Drunk <br>V2


Good, because next time there will be consequences.


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


I-I-I didn't realise. Very sorry, sir. <i>Very </i>sorry.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


I think I'll need a drink with the rest of that story.


*There's something in her voice that goes beyond rage - curiosity, perhaps, or regret. Whatever it is, you cannot identify it.*


Free Orpheus and follow his lead. Then give that Netherbrain <i>hell</i>.


Victory<br>


Some power for the taking.


I - I cannot wait.


I wonder if any of these rooms are available to rent?


This place is protected. You might find allies here, or at least supplies.


Hang about, you're jest trying to get my book, aintcha? Cheeky bastard. Get your own.


I never bloody liked you.


Dunno what this one's for.


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


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


Effort


Should get started.


Vlaakith tavki na'zin. I see only - only madness. My queen knows my faith. She would never condemn me.


Well that's just insulting. I am an Investigator, you know. But I'm off the clock... and this is Devella's pet project...


Don't get too attached to that con, kids. I got bigger plans for the city.


Well, she's Ketheric's now. Her fate's in his hands.


A list of names - some crossed off, some still waiting.


You can get near anywhere in the city from here without seeing daylight - once you don't mind the tangy smell of sewer.


Whatever you cannot bear, I can take from you.


Haha! Minsc, too, likes to block enemy blows with his face!


This place has been buzzing with talk of an adventurer who found us an angel. Sounds like salvation to me, don't you think?


I'll leave this one to the wizard, give him <i>something</i> useful to do.


- and <i>ascend</i>.


Attack Critical<br>


VO_SFX : Downed


You don't want to know what <i>I'm</i> a devil for. Believe me.


Take me with you!


<i>We can't save everyone. The least we can do is put him out of his misery before we move on.</i>


Well! Now you have two. Just in case.


Confusio!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


Voco potentia!


Interrupted... lost... everything...


*The backpack misses the dwarf by a fair margin and lands in a clearing amongst the bibberbang.*<br>


Plus, if that wasn't enough, you've already rescued Isobel from Last Light. What an eager little thing you are.


*You attacked someone. Only the guards are allowed to do that, as this one is about to demonstrate...*


There is a particular discomfort to besting one you know to be weaker than yourself - even when needs must.


Oh, hells. Something just woke up...


Nothing interesting buried here.


Maybe I need more pockets.


I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you.


Hold on.<br>


Wait! Wait. I may be proud, but I'm no fool. If Wulbren is to be found, you stand the best chance of finding him.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Little bit of this, little bit of that...<br>


You've done so much, I hate asking for more. But you see more slavers? Burn them, skin them - make them <i>hurt.</i>


Amicus animalis!


Once I've secured the patriars, I'll head to Basilisk Gate. Meet me there if you have a change of heart.


Hm. Seems like the best way.


Down the corridor. Down to theatre you go.


DON'T WANT PRAYERS FROM YOU, CHOSEN - WANT <i>BLOOD</i>. ON YOU GO.


Now by Graz'zt's cock, get me out of this thing.


Rules are the same for everyone: clothes go in the fire, comb goes through the hair. We'll have no lice in here.


Snore
zzZzz


You're... you're not actually going to do it, are you?


The real conundrum here is why weren't you honest with me?


Ghastly boy. But fine. I'll take what I'm given and be grateful for it.


I can knock you out if the noise is bothering you.


So she was the one who was staging those dioramas of murder?


<i>Lord </i>Gortash - you have not earned such familiarity.


Something's on my mind.


But the years - the decades, the century - have taken their toll. She's seen more hurt than we can dream of.


<i>I understand the potion has put you in a... precarious condition. But I will not respond to such threats.</i>


Laughter


Note this trunk of lies.


My horns for a normal day.


Oof. That's bad luck.


An infernal ritual circle... Someone's been very naughty.


As for these vermin...


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on the githyanki nearby.


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


These trials mean something to me, don't you understand? I thought I could rely on you.


Laughter Maniacal


But I cannot. You would  not be able to either, if you knew what I knew. Please, allow me to show you. Just close your eyes a moment.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 1


Just goes to show - you can never trust a fellow who sells pink wine.


How I'm free of the parasite - free of Cazador. How I'll never be in someone's power again.


Non movere!<br>v3


Effort v8


They'll last long enough, 'magic incarnate'.


And this - this is no mere journal - it contains Karsus' original plans for the Crown's construction. His designs for godhood.


Why don't you move along before you start regretting hanging around?


I told ya to get up. You're disrespectin' the True Souls.


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers?<br>


More where this came from.


Especially if you've already cleared a path through the security he'd put in place.


*Telepathic traffic radiates in waves from this semi-illithid globe, and your tadpole throbs in blissful response. This vile globe fills you with instinctive revulsion.*


Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!


This will do.


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


See for yourself.


So you've always been a bone man?


*If the inscription is accurate, this hammer may be the key to breaking Orpheus free.*


Pallida mors!<br>v3


Wonder how many times she's been killed down here.


A note, hidden beneath the canvas.


The temple's not open for public worship right now, sorry. Not until we replace Father Lorgan.


You seen one of them gnolls up close? Proper scary.


The dog's still stuck at the post house.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v2


Exceedingly happy. But I won't be dying.


*You recall an old incantation from a children's story, said to void a devil's contract: <i>'Abi, diabole, et nunquam redi.'</i>*


Trust me, gith - I know the stories. Doomed to shed our skin and become illithid. And they say there's no coming back.


Even with the fate of the world at stake, she had little more to offer me than the means of blowing myself up at a more convenient time. She's done <i>nothing</i> to help us.


You won't deny me.


What does that mean? Loss of status? Wealth?


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


Suppose Carrion <i>does </i>come back again - what then?


You must excuse me, civilian. I have a date with the bottom of a bottle.


Like crank you do. Lads - attack!


I do hope you know what you're doing.


Questionable intellect. Unsurprising.


Ulma, gather your hunters! It's time to slay some monsters.


Been wanting to smash some Zhent heads.


I think we broke something.


Meat!


Duergar killed their children. They should pay the price for the cruelty.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


As for why I chose this place as my home - it is a city rife with anguish, rippling with disturbed spiritual energy.


You don't know the meaning of the word!


At least the cub has a fighting chance now.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Your corpse will be useful enough.


No offence meant, of course. I can never forget your sacrifice for us, for the city.


Astarion still has the look of a pale and puny child to me. And he had best mind his appetite, lest Boo take to some night-time nibbling of his own.


Right tool will do the trick.


Like <i>this, </i>you mean? Step-step, strike! <i>Yes!</i>


No ordinary creature did this. Redcaps ripped the place to pieces.


Crusty rogue.


Saer Shivers. Suits you.


Snore
zzZzz
v3


But these learned eyes reach their limits. And so I must humbly request yours.


What in the hells, Astarion? You tried to bite me last night!


It said it was enslaved, but who could enslave such a thing?


The Absolute's war drums beat loud in your chest. How may I serve?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


It's past time we were back in the city. But if you find yourself there, call on us. The Ironhand Gnomes are good friends to have.


But you handled it, and you handled it well!


So deranged, you can't even see what you've done. You are no more than a monster - and the Blade names you his prey.


Ah, nothing says 'true love' like faking your own death to avoid someone.


Effort v8


No idea. Our post is <i>out here</i>. Besides his chosen swords, Head Banker Glitterbeard doesn't like us asking what goes on below.


Knows... <i>everything</i>...


Attack<br>var 4


Quod dico face!<br>v2


I'd like to get this tub out of here before they tighten the blockade.


That's... awful. I'm not sure if I'm glad or disgusted that you handled that instead of me. But you <i>did</i> handle it.


What's the safest path?


If you require its services, speak to me. Otherwise - leave.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


We have space to breathe now. That's something.


SISTER OH SISTER I'VE WEPT AND I'VE CRIED, BUT ALL WOULD BE WELL IF YOU WERE BY MY SIDE


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


Never was my strong suit.


Would you be careful? We're going to spill if you don't stop shaking.


A dragon. Gods preserve me.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


This is hopeless.


Buff


*A low growl builds in his throat as his eyes track the movement of your tail. It's agitating him.*


Timmasks - known to cause confusion. Best not get too close.


Have you come to your senses?


<i>We're very close now.</i>


Your courage is a beacon to meek and mighty alike. May you ever withstand the raging elements. <i>Proceed.</i>


Well, that was invigorating.


Honey, when I look at you, my brain turns to mush.


Vincere est vivere!


This body can take a little more punishment yet.


D-do you want a paper?


Not now. Someone's been messing with my bloody cooking pot.


You've got that quite the wrong way around, Mr Dekarios. She has lost <i>you</i>, and is a poorer goddess for it.


NO! Mig good. Behave.


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


I'm no expert, but I don't think vampire spawn should be able to do that.


See to your business here quickly - then leave.


I think I have it.


That said, I'm shocked and <i>appalled</i>, petal - I can't believe you'd try to gut me out in the open like that!


Good try. But don't just swing all pell-mell.


The stones have failed us. What in nature's realm could possibly best a Netherbrain?


Have to keep going.


<i>(Go act the clown on your own time. Come back when you've cobbled together some manners </i>and <i>are prepared to pay for the damages!)</i>


That was the finest strudel I've made, and they just ate it off of each other's arses!


See? You couldn't take care of him proper anyway.


Quiet.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Good idea, I think.


A young cave bear - killed and stuffed before its teeth were fully grown.


Maybe I can staunch it. Just - for a moment.


What? No!


Even feigning a mortal form it was easy to detect the whiff of sulphur about him, to spot the flicker of hellfire in his eyes.


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Ludus non factum est!


I should hope so - last time you and Lord Gortash were here I charged you both a pretty penny to help steal it.


Aha!


*The rat chitters angrily - whatever broke his tooth is in this room.*


Plue!


In times gone by, there was an errant-hearted Bhaalspawn who stood against his foul father, and brother Sarevok.


*A wave of psychic force batters your mind, cruel and calculating. You are nothing to it. You are <i>small</i>.*


Recovered <br>V3


Do not think on it too long, lest my offer be rescinded.


Karsus' pestilent Crown. The very tool with which its eponymous creator unmade an empire, and magic itself.


Blood. Near the bed.


Dissera!


Don't be daft. You probably left 'em at Sharess' Caress after a slug of Hoots' latest hooch.


Softer than a whisper.


He carved it himself - said it bound me to his ascension.


Dying Panic Fall


A fake devil's head? Oh, this place is charming.


<i>ROAAAAR!</i>


It is secured by some mechanism.


And you have precisely zero ways of breaking me out of my chains.


What kind of life might that be, in this <i>ghaik</i> form you now suffer?


Few have bested me once. None have bested me twice. I stand with Raphael.


Attack Critical<br>var2


My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel... happy!


You would deny Dame Aylin, daughter of the Moonmaiden, paladin of the selfsame Selûne?


Mephistar, home to the archdevil Mephistopheles. Raphael's bold indeed if he ever visits uninvited.


This mess won't help us with the druids.


I suppose there are worse surprises to be found inside some books.


All right, we can do this. We have to do this.


Sniff<br>var 3


It's lovely...


Truth or not, it matters no longer. Orpheus is fallen. Vlaakith reigns supreme.


Yes, and so it must remain. I wish you success on your path. Had things been different, I might have walked it with you.


Dum vita est, spes est!


I question the wisdom of that decision.


Huh. Dinner?


Hurt Critical<br>var2


That girl. I don't care what Mol says. That was stupid and reckless.


Yes - come closer. Feed the new flesh.


A note, hidden beneath the canvas.


It would be nice not to have to rely on you as my great protector, but... well, I do appreciate the thought.


Do watch out for the guards though. They're not as reasonable as you and I.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Release this man at once!


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Only the worms have use for you.


<i>Be worthy of Her.</i>


Good luck. I'm gonna miss you. You better miss me too. Or else.


Blessings from the Moonmaiden - and bearing the same symbol as that chest.


Not necessarily.


Leave me... please!


Transformed... corrupted...


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


You would offer thanks to a beast with a bellyful of orphan flesh?


But I do believe in carnal pleasure.


On your feet.


Down. Down. Down. She waits.


State yer business. <i>Now.</i>


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Why did they bring us here? Why did they do this to us?


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


Vlaakith demands of me no less.


She said she needed some time to herself, and she'd meet us at camp. I'm not sure she's going to last much longer...


He'll need help to survive those shadows. Only a fool would face them alone.


Now I wonder if it was not done to hide them from Mystra, and the snares she sets for young and prideful boys, hm?


Of course. We had an agreement, didn't we? I was supposed to paint your portrait.


You know monsters, right? Better than anyone. Look into my eyes. Can't you see I'm not what you think?


If it isn't one of my favourite musical connoisseurs! How might I help you?


Deep grooves in the mud around that rock.


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


Brutish and rude by your wretched standards. But stupid? <i>K'chakhi</i>.


You may lack resolve - but I do not.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 3


Mors animae!<br>v3


In today's edition: Circus of the Last Days is struck by tragedy! Dribbles the Clown has been killed! Buy the Mouth for the inside track!


Wonder what's past this.


You were made to conquer. To devour.


Plucked one of my friends out of a harpy's talons. Knows when to be discreet, too.


Add a little bite.


The children of my tribe were taken from us. Stolen in the night and brought to Cazador's palace by your friend and his siblings.


Seems you're a friend of the family. That warrants a discount - a <i>small </i>one.


Oh, but you already have. Or does my memory fail so completely?


Any old bones in here?


Something... taken. Stolen. Oh, that will <i>not</i> do.


Ha! I am not surprised. You have a great talent for tearing down Dame Aylin's enemies. Thank you, my friend. From the bottom of my heart.


You are something. You are worthy, you are strong. You are Shadowheart.


Remind me.


Trusting you with payment up front was a good investment, it seems.


Easy to say when you're not the one facing a lifetime of hunger in the shadows.


The disc is moving. Lady Shar has granted passage to the next step of her Gauntlet.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


These fungal spores are everywhere.


Really? I'd just kill you.


Of course - but a moment, if you please. Wulbren, I believe we really must discuss -


Might as well take a look.


Makes sense. And how are you getting on out here in the world?


Your power grows.


There's a hole back there, behind the crates.


Treme!


Hark! A dung golem!


An impostor? But who in the Hells...


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


Recovered <br>V2


Find a way to retrieve the Hammer and free Orpheus from the Prism.


Spurious prune-tart.


A drunkard with no respect for the written word, more likely.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


A little shimmering shield of light. It should be a reprieve from the shadows, if nothing else.


SmileClosed<br>var 4


Hah! The Absolute finally sent me someone worthy. Praise her!


I see.


Perhaps. But I wouldn't like to tarry too long in this wilderness. We're -


There's no getting through.


That's Gortash, isn't it?


What in the hells - get away from that thing!


Stop dawdling - get to the boat, or I'll leave you behind!


Come here... please!<br>


I can give you <i>power</i>. Anything you want!


All of this, sitting beneath Moonrise. For how long? And how deep does it go?


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


Heard you caused a ruckus. But I'm keeping my butt planted.


He's gone. Left this morning.


Hah! Then well played, because I was moments away from getting on my knees.


Pus-supping maggot.


I have a very particular set of extraordinary skills. But fighting the bestial avatars of murderous gods is not among them.


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


Hang on. I'll let you through.


*A witness saw you damaging someone else's property. It seems the guards are about to be called.*


Then we speak the Rite of Ascension, and a red dragon comes to fly us to Vlaakith in Tu'narath, City of Death.


Outsiders, ma'am. They have news of Gekh Coal.


There certainly is a strong ambience down here.


*The goblins praise the Absolute, but their celebrations also honour their leaders. Minthara - and you.*


Bene curatur!<br>v3


We are rather excellent together, you know. And united, there is nothing we can't do.


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


I am loathe to wear rags - but we should put the debtor's attire back on if we want to avoid violence.<br>


That mind flayer is done for.


Might fit that chest.


Hells. Why can't I just have normal, <i>boring </i>companions? I should be grateful you told me, at least.


You're leaking.


Beldron. No!


I live to serve.


I won't bury Lily without a coffin, I <i>refuse.</i>


The General is the Absolute's Chosen. Serving him is a great privilege - one that I'm beginning to doubt you deserve.


Unhand me!


Get lost, ya sick bastard.


Are you truly your own master? What is it you feel, when father's dreams come calling?


Let's go. He'll start stinking soon.


<i>You are marked for special treatment. Not simply an enemy of the people, but an enemy of the Absolute. Come quietly, or die.</i>


I'm afraid that's not going to work on me. Look, I appreciate your curiosity, but don't pursue this path.


Secreti umbrarum!


I won't leave you.


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


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Good. Then you'll have no trouble fulfilling the contract to bring the Nightsong <i>here</i>.


Shut your hole!


Buff


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


VO_SFX : Downed


Evanesco!


Subdued. Dominated. Protected.


That's to say nothing of this tale of an invulnerable protector - it's unfortunate the Sharran's successors found no proof.


Damn - not everyone made it out alive.


Another mask.


*The terrible Living Gate - thinner than a lamb's hair, and hidden deep beneath the Feywild.*


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


That doesn't look comfortable.


State your purpose, oathbreaker.


Still hurts... But thank... you.


Ah, of course. The party's a secret - don't worry, I'm in the know.


Free... for now.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Cousin says we will take <i>you</i> in return. He says you look just like kindling for Sarin's funeral pyre.


You think you saved us? You just prolonged the inevitable.


Thank you...


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


Hear me, my love.


Stuck? Really?


I'm not sure Ketheric Thorm would prove the most bounteous of bodies...


<i>You</i> can be my equal.


*It seems Raphael is not always the best host.*


It has a false bottom. I had a similar chest to hide my poisons.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 1


Can't you hear from here? They're talking about the new top cat in the criminal underbelly - go and listen for yourself.


Attack Critical<br>var3


He'd be proud of you. I know he would.


Looks like the goblins found her.


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


Door sealed... can't break it... can't pick it... must be something...


It's a sweet thought, but fish just doesn't have the flavour of full-blooded red meat.


Hrm...


<i>Raphael will be causing mayhem down there. Zariel won't have time to bother with me.</i>


Ah! A little true to life for my tastes.


Wonder if there's anything interesting we might... borrow.


True Soul, Absolute... sounds like a new god's in town.


Freedom... <i>finally</i>. My deepest thanks to you.


Oh <i>Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai</i>, it <i>has </i>to come off!


Surely no one will notice.<br>


... Kanon...


Hah! Come off it, mate - who would want me dead?


'Welcome to Waukeen's Rest.<br>West - Baldur's Gate. East - Elturel.'


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Entharl's retired the dancing axe, too. Was the only reason anyone came into this place.


*The Blood War. You saw it from above as the nautiloid passed through Avernus - this woman was on the frontline.*


You ask the wrong question. It is not a matter of 'can'. It is a matter of 'must'.


Effort v5


I just wish it was as safe behind the walls as the Gazette says it is...


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


She always told me I was worthless.


These webs are everywhere.<br>


Ugh. To be carved up and staked out like some festival haunch... Dribbles deserved better, Boo!


On my way.


Hook horror. Wonderful.


The glass feels... warm?


Surge!


Begone, putrid boil!


The Absolute wants them found. At any cost.


<i>The brain demands death!</i>


Oh, all right, bye then. Arsehole.


I remember you from the grove with the druids. But I think you were taller then.


An illusion? Someone's hiding something...


Mirror mushrooms. Step on the wrong one - and plummet to your death.


Awful, isn't it, what happened to Gortash? But as long as they're only targeting the powers that be, I suppose we'll be safe enough.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


Another scrying eye. Best to keep my distance.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Together, Wyll and I will make Baldur's Gate the brightest gem aside the Sword Sea. The Heart of the Gate will prevail.


Drunk <br>V2


I am sorry! Sorry we're still talking about this.


Inveniam viam!


It takes a brave man indeed to say 'no' to Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir.


I always do, with darling Isobel by my side.


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


After Zevlor, I'm second-guessing everyone.


Looks to be a powerful weapon. I wonder if it was used on my kin nearby.<br>


*Mulworm cendal, Icewind Dale strandling, and hoard scarab dye now on sale.*


I won't. Last time - what's your business here?


For that, he asked that I serve as his Chosen, join Orin and Gortash to grow the cult of the Absolute, and then... take control of it.


Mol is gonna come through the doors, any moment now...


...I don't know. If we kill his lackeys, he'll just send more.


Come here... please!<br>


Myself and this tower are now your allies. When the time comes, we will stand by you however necessary.


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


Patrols report more activity among the cultists, ma'am.


Mephistar, home to the archdevil Mephistopheles. Raphael's bold indeed if he ever visits uninvited.


Yes sir!


Nothing interesting buried here.


Thank you, truly. You've given us a chance. We'll make good on it.


Closed Mouth Effort


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


I've never seen anything like it.


Excuse me? Since this tadpole, I'm barely a monster at all.


You're right of course. But, well... I'll miss you, friend. Your companionship has been quite the education.


I don't fear much. Not even death. But I do fear him.


At least things have stayed interesting.<br>


Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?


It's the wine. I added a herb to your cup that betrays your lie.


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


There's figures, lying in wait. I doubt they have good intentions.


Damays...


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


Clan: grab your gear, wipe your arses.


Marcus buried a dead Flaming Fist? I was rather hoping for gold...


<i>Chk.</i> A cheap trick.


Canto te!<br>v2


Right.


Whoa. My engine. It's almost... I don't know. <i>Buzzing. </i>Like it's paying attention.


The most interesting secrets are alway lurking just under the surface.


*The cat gazes at you with clear disinterest.*


Corpora sana!


Blink and you'll miss me.


Oh, good. More blood to clean up, I suppose.


Enough already.


My gang says you've been messing with them. Don't deny it.


The chest's all yours. Damn thing's sealed tighter than a Duke's pursestrings, so there's no point in trying to open it.


I haven't forgotten her embrace. Melodia's. Nor Selûne's.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


Be on the alert, Harpers! We haven't seen the last of Marcus yet.


You <i>will </i>live.


Been boozin'? Won't make the brandin' go any easier - I tried.


My mother's a warlock. Taught me when a fiend's tongue is twisting.


Pick up a weapon and fight, damn it!


Sensible.


Love-limb of a lecherous lich!


I'm sorry, your highness. I didn't know you shat on a throne of gold?


<i>Tsk'va!</i> Best to watch my step.


And it looks like someone took my money too. Got nothing to give you but my thanks.<br>


Rider - my time is short. Lead me to...


This does not belong to me.


Let's see.


I can sense Halsin - we just have to buy him a little more time!


Victory<br>


Mine too - it senses something down there. Something big.


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


Closed Mouth Effort v11


I hear something. Voices.


Hmm. Ketheric Thorm. Father of my one and only love. Enslaver of Dame Aylin.


*...and awaits your first question.*


Now, where do I know you from... Oh. You were in the gazette. I - I don't want any trouble mate.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v3


The Grand Duke lives!


Now, I guard the portals to ensure that no <i>undesirable</i> people enter.


Good. I would rather put my trust in you than in that <i>thing</i>.


Her cathedral will stand in the city, True Soul. On the bones of all Baldurians.


Come. Let's get you some fresh air. I'll stay with you, right until the end.


Hells - seems that book on flumphs was not all it appeared to be.


Listen up.


*Here, in unpowered prototype form, stands a completed Steel Watcher, the proudest achievement of the Foundry, and a tribute to the untiring efforts of the Banite overseers!*


My master admires you, as I always have. For the slaughter you bring, and for the Netherstones you bear.


Sacrifices. My final test, whoever they are. A rather meagre offering to the Dark Lady... but it is not my place to question her.


Go for the eyes, Boo!


You know, I could've used a few friends. Pity that won't be any of you.


And you just left him there? Anything could have happened by now!


I don't know who I should listen to less - that idiot, or you.


Yet you got that Twat-Soul stench.


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


What is this?


Arde!


That's her finished. An impressive scalp to lay claim to.


I didn't sign up to face a contingent of rabid do-gooders.


The cultists assaulted the gate, armed to the teeth, trying to break in.


There is life in you yet.


*You open the book where you left off, and the voices return, chiding you for your indecision.*


Indeed. Exactly the sort of thing I'm looking for.


Voco arvina!<br>v3


Do you think that zombie looks... fresh? Is fresh good? I never know with zombies...


What is this? Tsk'va! I need to get rid of it before the Inquisitor sees!


I suppose these wilds are a frontier to somewhere... and an extra blade's very welcome. Lead on, Wyll.


It's the bloody vault staff slowing us. Bet you they're napping down there.


Esurio!


Do not let your guard down - one misstep, and we're dead.


Thou didst try to do the noble thing, but thou wast not meant for such a noble fate. Thy dark desires prevailed, no metal bars could bind them.


Yes, yes, butter wouldn't melt in your arsehole - so says the papers. I. Don't. Care.


A githyanki. Head removed. They tortured her for information, then made sure the corpse couldn't help anyone else...


All the Coast shall read my writings of <i>your </i>triumph. Ha! Bhaal's seed has been wasted, spilled on the ground once again!


We'll be heroes, blessed by Priestess Gut in the name of the Absolute.


Falling<br>Var 3


You owe - what's the word? <i>Restitution</i>.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


If we find it, we can turn it against him.


Oh there you are, off on adventures no doubt. <br>


I'll kiss it better later.


<i>The Elfsong Tavern - I wonder if my old things are still there. They could be of use to you.</i>


Lucky I made it out.


You... you didn't read it, did you?


Stay with me.


No crazing or criming down there. We run a tight ship.


Shut up, I'm gonna say something!


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


Nobody's going to mention the enormous wolf?


My daughter is dead, they're all dead - because of you!


You can go another bout.<br>


I always knew I'd die at a circus.


We won't stay long. We're done counting on the kindness of strangers.


Please, I need more.


More pigeon remains... looks like it was dragged toward the temple.


Which is why I'm going after him. Someone has to stop him from ending his life in a blaze of foolishness.


What to do?<br>


A city!


Invoco te!<br>v3


That was great. The food and the company.


I don't know. Leave off. Need to get my thoughts in order.


If it were up to me, I'd kick every outsider out on their arse, then slam the gates shut. City has gone to the dogs.


Lost your footing, have you?


No more prayers... only silence and dust.


How's that?<br>


Nobody dies here. They always come back to play with me, just a little different each time.


*When you turn back, there's no trace of the child.*


Hmph. Success can't elude me forever.


A fellow druid? <i>She</i> will want to meet you.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


Psst! Hey soldier - you aren't asleep, are you?


Impero mortuos!<br>v2


Lookin' at a future True Soul, yer drow-ness. Boss Ragzlin says I'm next in line!


Ah. Fig. Yeah, fair enough.


I- forgive me. My love for my brethren is strong, but 'trust'? It is delicate.


I'm on duty, True Soul. Sorry.


Gods... We made it! We actually <i>made it</i>!


Follow my teachings. Follow Ragzlin's orders.


Tormentum!


Do not be swayed.


Dying Freezing to Death


Vivat crescat floreat!


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


Trifling with that moon witch will only bring you trouble. Shar's guidance is clear.


Hmpf. Very well - but I will be watching you.


Anyway, we just going to let what's-his-name and his toy soldiers take over the whole city?


The door's locked. Neither of us are leaving until this is done.


Is that sigil all right? It doesn't look all right.


<i>Manipulation or not, we need each other. My relationship with Belynne was similar in this regard. Though - less dramatic. </i>


Hmm. Scratch marks on the floor...


You may have won over Kagha, but I'm not so easily swayed.


Then it's your own fault for not asking.


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


The Sword Coast will be our battlefield, and Baldur's Gate will be the founding city of a new dynasty.


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


*The orb senses your hesitation. It shudders within you - longing for <i>something</i>, though you cannot tell what.*


<i>Foot-flesh!</i>


Come on! United, we cannot fail.


We'll have no more deep water adventures on that thing. Broken beyond repair.


All is ash and meat!


Not sure what I expected to find. But organs and entrails were not in my top twenty.


Descendant of noble dragons - you honour us with your allyship.


Thou necrotic stump!


Our blood-red dwarf... Tricky... Hungry...


I trust you enjoyed your evening? After all your efforts, it was well-deserved.


Seriously? Do you think we're stupid or something?


Anything for a friend.


Voco spicae!


Nature's ruination! You have spoiled everything!


This one died badly.


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


We might have a bit of that catnip decoction left - as long as Lord Pawtash hasn't gotten into it.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 3


I can be subtle sometimes.


Suppose it couldn't hurt - we're scraping the barrel as is right now.


Still me - even after everything.


The Blade of Frontiers!


There must be more pieces to this corpse-puzzle, yet to be found.


There - in the cage!


Need a little boost?


That thing could swallow each of us whole.


A pity, that.


If it has, I doubt the guards get to stick around to tell about it.


You hit the alarm, didn't ya? Who we after?


<i>Damn.</i>


Demento te!<br>v2


Oh? The mind of Minsc is a simple place. Of what strangeness do you speak?


Let's see what you're hiding.


*She sees the goblins walking free, and a burning rage fans across your mind like wildfire.*


Hear, hear, sir!


Nocturnus!


The all-being. Here, there is no suffering. Here, you want for nothing. Here, you are <i>anything.</i>


AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!


Wilt thou answer my question?


This is a bad idea.


*Your skull buzzes, and you see your own face through Nere's eyes.*


Suit yourself. You'll be back when you have need - just make sure you have coin, too.


Not exactly the words of solace I'd hoped for.


Be cautious. The slightest mistake here could cost us our freedom, or our lives.


There's a killer inside you, isn't there? It wouldn't take much to push you over the edge.


Why don't you sidle up to the fire. Sit in it, for all I care - though leave Boo aside first.


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v3


Ellie May - wasn't that name on one of the tombstones I read?


Prick thy face, villainous prick!


One down, millions live.


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


I haven't sprouted a tentacle just yet - but I'm thinking it's only a matter of time.


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


Nice punch. I bet that'll go over well.


Resisto ignem!


He is an insult to the name of devils, posing as a monster with that sickly good heart.


And I would die in the process, just to win the favour of a goddess who scarcely cares for me. We discussed this at length - I thought you and I were of a similar mind.


This is Lady Shar's holy place. Show respect.


So return to the Hells and do it - <i>live</i>.


The devil's way, isn't it? So casually cruel. I -


By will or by force, you will join us.


Don't let him fool you. Uktar's actually quite a cheerful sort, behind the mask.


I'd heard the master of this place - a druid called Halsin - might be able to point me in the right direction.


Kiai<br>Var 4


*Sob.*


Steel Watcher. You are away from your post. Explain.


What hell is this...


Still on my feet.<br>


Tempestas!


Now. Let's see how the Frontiers fare without their precious Blade.


Looks like a Selûnite necklace.


Lae'zel. Child. Your lies sting. Has Vlaakith not demanded better?


I thank you for the invitation to your camp. It's well-appointed. Not too crowded.


Should I be jealous? At least you have good taste.<br>


You could use this.


That... that it's okay. That I'll be okay.


*Or perhaps you will be the one taking him...*


Still, we need to be careful... The Mother Superior holds a tight grip on this place. But perhaps I can help you in the meanwhile.


Done. Nothing to it.


I wanted to help her, but she said she fights better when she knows I'm safe. I understand, I suppose - I feel the same about her.


Better get this open.


Are you now? Well, lucky him.


You don't hide trinkets in a box like that. There must be something good rattling around in there.


Mr Dekarios. Gale. No.


Deep breaths, Gale. Hold it together.


An' we got what we needed. Ya weren't 'alf bad, for a gnome. Drow'll be happy when she hears it.<br>


Not what I expected to run into in a place like this.


Damn. I'm good. And you - you're very touchable.


Not tonight.


Oh - oh my. Must be what's left of that would-be extortionist.<br>


Oh. Well. That's all right, then.


Soldier! I need your help!


This thing's chained up, hold on.


They are but echoes, they recall not a manner of speech - thus I lent them my rhetoric.


To glory! Or glorious death.


Then enter. We need to talk.


Argh! What did you...?


Effort v5


No Guild crew would raid my coffers. They're not that stupid.


<i>Off to the City of Judgement to waste into oblivion? Into the dirt to get eaten by maggots? Is that it for me?! Is that fucking all?!</i>


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Diminuo te!


Shh. Show some respec'.


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Voco araneae!<br>v3


What a view.<br>


Resisto ignem!


Unless you are just opposed to philosophy and truth, you should sell that egg to me. Really, you should.


Impspit!


A massacre. Drow and goblins slaughtered them all.


You s<i>hka'keth</i>.


You will be refreshed, and I will be reassured.


You're no sot. I'd put my money on Kristeen.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


*Two-bedroom cottage. Relative squalor. Poor part of the city. Indiscriminate whole-family kill. Baby's first murder spree.*


Oh don't be sorry, we both knew what we were to each other. A fun distraction, nothing more.


Ah - and by this you mean, so it is for all living creatures? A deep wisdom indeed.


Hard enough readin' this without you stinkin' up the place.


Bet you heard Baldur's Gate was 'safe', right? Well, it's a bloody lie. They've banned refugees from the city - as if we're the problem!


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


Bit of caution never hurt.


Saved one of my friends from a druid with a snake. Knows when to be discreet, too.


We're down one vampire. Did the hunter take him?


The drow is unpredictable, uncompromising. I respect her almost as much as I distrust her.


Closed Mouth Effort


Effort v12


Got it!


Get up and kill something!


Cazador said the scars were his gift. A poem to carry with me.


Looks like this fits the controls next to that pod.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


I've rarely had to venture this far below the surface. Rare is the under-beast that takes to the sun.


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


Out, foul deformity!


Macesce!


I made a mistake. Raphael doesn't tolerate mistakes.


I was so relieved when we found this place. Now I can't wait to put it behind me.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


Ahh... ehh... nnnggghh...


No lock shall thwart me.


Recovered <br>V2


Boys! Crush the heretic!


But perhaps I can make a case for some small measure of mercy. Give me the artefact, and I can at least make this quick.


You did.


Need any advantage I can get.


I can't work without a blueprint.


You have. But the lives of many people are at a stake. You are a hero, aren't you? Isn't saving people what heroes do?


Speaking of...


Do you know, I begin to wish they had never brought me back.


Weak


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


*'The towers seized, the battle done,
the moonrise broke the Darkest One.'*


I don't get it.


Trust me to bolster Baldur's Gate's spiritual defences - I shall trust you with the rest.


He will be known as an eternal Warrior of Legend. Not just by the githyanki, but by the psalmists and scholars of every plane.


No use digging here.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


-WITNESSES-- -eliminated!--
 -YOUwalk-- -free--


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


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


*Hiss!* BAAAA.


I suppose it's a pity to tear down trees for this.


Light on my feet.<br>


Lanceboard happens to be a game with which I have more than a passing familiarity. Might I offer a suggestion?


Sh-sh-shh. Such a familiar tone.


We're bound for Baldur's Gate - got some cargo to deliver. But we've a stop to make along the way.


Slave? You dare call master's heart-jewel a <i>slave</i>?


No. This is my fault. And I'm - I'm gonna fix it.


That's it - I've had enough of you!


Let me help you.<br>


C'mon! Gotta let the drow True Soul know where them looters is. We'll be heroes!


<i>You...? </i>Brynna - kill them!


Won't budge.


A symbol of the rising moon - this is a Selûnite necklace.


Lord Gortash? Only once. I felt the Black Hand's power in every word.


*You spot a man crouching between the shelves - just as he spots you.*


*A few merregons and an orthon - could the beast really be infatuated with one of <i>these</i> creatures?*


Most refreshing.


I'm sure there's better things you could find to read.