Save your breath - I'm going nowhere with you as long as you have that gith in tow.


But I can't piece together much, thanks to the fire.


Butchered. They didn't stand a chance.


My first step on this path is to slay a mind flayer and bring its head to my queen.


Another disc etched with <i>tir'su</i>. Lae'zel might make something of this.


Time for pleasure has passed. I might take more later, should my whims so carry me.


Best to move before the blood draws more of them.


My body calls me to kneel and slip my hand into the mulch... I think it remembers... I may have killed this one in months past.


He's upstairs in Wyrm's Rock, ordaining Gortash as Archduke.


This sensation - these flowers are absorbing all the magic in the air.


<i>Fine.</i>


Justice, truth, and the virtuous boot.


Effort v8


Someone is using very powerful magic to modify these tadpoles. They are using them to exert control over the infected.


Recovered <br>V3


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 3


What you needing now?


If that is true, you must be of unparalleled value to your Father.


I have just the thing.


Steady...


Here's to them we nicked it off! Down one mug of ale for every throat we cut!


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


It is a valuable commodity, to be favoured so by the gods.


Bookish nobodies are of no interest to me.


SmileClosed<br>var 3


I shall prove myself worthy, Lady Shar.


Fine. I'm not so good at counting, but I think any percentage of zero is zero.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Smash the crystals with the Orphic Hammer. Once the fell prince is free, we'll strike him down. The Age of Vlaakith will last eternal!<br>


If you want empty platitudes and a rousing, gallant speech, young Wyll Ravengard may be able to provide it.


Seen your <i>uncle</i> yet? Best not to keep him waiting.


Why are the quiet ones always the cruellest?


Doubt me if you like, but I'd swear I saw that ship docked at Moonrise Towers. <br>


That door is saturated with necrotic magic. Best keep my distance.


Does it matter? We managed to stop it.


Best act fast.


Looks like a distillery. I could use a drink after wandering this place...


Still rolling in the muck, I see.


Think you're special, do you? You're not.


I have an itch in the worst place.


I just want a little look.


Don't like all this quiet.


No use digging here.


Ex nihilo!<br>v2


Buff


Voco arvina!


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


I can't believe that worked. These shadows really do twist people.


*Vlaakith will stop at nothing to retrieve the Prism - even if it means sacrificing Lae'zel of K'liir, her most faithful champion.*


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Virtus et scientia!<br>v2


What are you waiting for? That lot would do anything to jump this queue.


O Hail, true Chosen. May you bring death wherever you walk.


That feeling again - my oath. It's broken.


Et alibi!<br>v2


SmileOpen<br>var 3


You hear my words, you see my path. It is good to be <i>known</i>.


You're looking parched, sweetheart. Another tankard?


Can't give up now.


Seco!


A wine bottle? A scholar with good taste, perhaps.


Who <i>are</i> you? Guards!


You were supposed to lend a hand, not take one.


The slightest mistake, the smallest hesitation, and you die. The warrior next to you dies. A hundred more behind them.


Strange. It looks healthy, but it's stone dead.


This forge is very old, but it still looks functional enough.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


*The boat floats in the murky waters.*


Do what us True Souls command. Spill the blood of non-believers!


Para bellum!<br>v2


I've heard of this forge... Legends reckon it had some sort of 'protector'.


The mind flayer won't like that. If we take that road, we'd better be very, very sure it's the right one.


And if you choose another
What's more loving than a brother
Yes, a stand-up, homely, gentle sort of guy.


Even if you've damned yourself to a lifetime of that same pain.


Milord, your act of valour will go down in Gondian HISTORY!<br>


<i>By necessity, not design. But I am glad you appreciate the richness of my experience. </i>


Survival is all that matters.


Anything more?


Let's do this.


A wooden mask. For what purpose?


Hells. I need to hold on.


Calculated... true value of my soul... then sold it...


So it goes.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


Ketheric Thorm's immortal no longer. He will know true death at our hands.


Why didn't you tell me?


Barbarian Idle Roars


Pigeon feathers. Maybe from one of the postmaster's birds.


Can't you feel it? We're almost there.


Ease your worries, warm your hands. We owe you that much.


Macte virtute!<br>v3


I hate lute boys. I don't understand why they're such a type for so many.


I will take your word for it. I only care that he is a good soldier, and he has not disappointed me on that front.


He's... gone. Hope he's in a better place now.


These were people. Friends. <i>Families.</i>


Indeed - it killed itself with no hesitation. But why?


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Courage. Insight. Strategy. Justice. I remember them well. Father made me recite them every morning.


The Hammer is yours. You will find yourself in Orpheus' presence before the end comes - when you do, shatter the chains that hold him.


I thought I'd saved you from Bhaal's clutches. Seems I failed, damn it all.


Have you ever fought a goblin before?


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


We must search beneath Wyrm's Rock to find a passage to Ansur's lair.  We can decipher the riddle once we arrive.


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


It is done. Your heartform has revealed itself to me.


Separated in life, united in death. Let's hope they can find peace now.


Odd.


According to that letter, the Harper stash should be hidden close by.


*The spider hisses and attacks.*


Already dead.


Come, let's be free of this foul place. There is little else to be done.


...An avatar? Of the undying regent herself? I beg your mercy, <i>jhe'stil</i>.


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


You're mine.


Haha! Pissy baby. Little joke.


We should begin at once, before we lose the opportunity.


Watch out! She's here to kill her!


I knew there was a reason I liked you - you always have the answer. I better see you at Last Light, and in one piece.


It is done. The Nightsong is no more.


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


Voco potentia!


I was a fool to trust you, and I paid the fool's price. But I will not pay it alone.


Aid is coming.


Makeshift graves for Selûne's dead, killed by Shar's forces.


Very well, sir. As you say.


These melodies...


You got the smokepowder? Go on, blow the rubble.


From coast to coast, our realm only exists for you to play with, after all.


An old and ill-fated relic, this - from the days of the old Sharran empire, I shouldn't wonder.


*Stormshore Armoury.*


Resisto ignem!<br>v3


You were at the gates just now, no? When the goblins came? You saw them up close?


Eiecto te!


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


<i>Your conflict is with one I have never met. This ring protects me. I cannot surrender it for free.</i>


Absolute's business. Got it? Now be off. You'll attract attention. <i>In Her name.</i>


Whatever you need.


You did? Oh, sorry - things have been hectic. Go on ahead.


This relic must be your focus instead, then. Find it. Strip him of its power.


Nonsense. I'll need you to hold any wounded down while I poke at them.<br>


Oak Father preserve us...


But the druids have no power here, not since... Ah, of course!


Effort v9


Resisto ignem!


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother.


Risum teneatis?<br>v3


<i>What do I think of Lord Gortash's Steel Watch?</i>


Deure!


Refugees, adventurers, and now a far-out visitor! No one in years and suddenly we're overwhelmed.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Never you mind. I'm on my way to their camp as we speak. I always knew my studies in Ghukliak would come to some use.


What in the hells - get back!


The skill of a dragon-rider - breathtaking.


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Tenebra!


*You feel the darkness radiating from the book. It's delicious.*


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


I trust your judgement. If you believe this magician's threats are sound, then we must face him.


Thank you. It just - it doesn't make sense.


But the blood of those who fell today ran as pure as any hero's - so I call us by another name.


Is that...? Hells - the shadows have taken Lae'zel.


Would that the arrow had pierced <i>your</i> heart instead.


So much blood... what the hells has been happening here?


Oh, wonderful. Back again, are we?


Greetings once again. Perhaps you have had a change of heart? The Unburdening can provide succour to all.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Well <i>that's</i> a sight I can never unsee.


I'll do what I can - but that scrying eye's still peeping!


LaughterHappyShort<br>var 3


Damp stone and darkness. Is this the Underdark?


What's going on? Sea devils never show their faces this often.


*Dedicated to Peela Crivens, taken along with her family on the same grim night. May their deaths be avenged.*


You... All right, then. More the fool me.


Snore
zzZzz


That didn't work out the way you imagined, I reckon.


Gustas dulcis!<br>v2


Aye aye.


Is this true?


Blasted curse. The torchflame won't stay lit.


I stand corrected.


Exactly what you asked for.


Yah!


Indeed. I don't know what I'd look for in a final resting place, but this isn't it.


Very well. You're clearly in no mood to be receptive to my request at present.


For another in the business? Don't see why not. We can certainly afford it - business is booming.


The leader of the pack comes to chat.


But Lady Orin does not let us feed as you did. Please... kill her, let us <i>sate</i> ourselves.


This soul awaits thy command.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 2


And just like <i>that</i>, it's gone.


Come then, True Soul. Let us pray. Hear us, Absolute!


Free... for now.


But there'll be another along soon enough. We're already stacking the cargo.


Lookie.


My energy's draining. The darkness is taking its toll.


Obedi me!


Fortunate for him, slaying monstrous fanatics is a pastime of ours.


I'm far beyond ogre ears.


Out from under my feet, little weed.


Trying to read my thoughts? Read THIS.


We're almost out of time. The brain - hurry!


Uh?


Ugh - a Nightfall ritual. They likely feasted the night away before killing another - all for Shar.


Ad lapidem!<br>v2


Vos curo!<br>v3


I suppose even Bhaal must have needed new blood at some point.


Eh... do you know, I think the feeling has passed. I am well. And it was just gas. And I have forgotten the question.


Look - there's something on the other side. No way through from here though.


Many of us were convinced you'd never actually show your face in this city again. But here you are, and the gold in my purse is soon to take flight.


Another dank, dingy basement? Lovely.


Feculent beast!


Might be worth checking Arfur's donations - looks like his generosity's compromised.


Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!


We are a small family - smaller than I hoped for - but we are whole again.


Need a little boost?


But while you're here, you seen a dwarf around? The non-grey type. Baelen's his name.


Wonder who was inside...


He made it. Now let's just hope he survives what's on the other side.


No opening this with that lock still on it.


I always said the Elfsong was haunted. Now it's doubly so.


I am <i>not</i>.


Your attention, little pup, nothing more. And you'll be glad to give it.


Falser than a Sharran's faith.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Worthless as ever. Find another way inside!


Strange - the dust on the leftmost door has been wiped clean.


<i>Death... destruction... decay... The book must remain sealed.</i>


Stay ready. Something isn't right.


Can't live my life without you.


I loved it too. More than I've ever loved anything.


There's magic keeping this chest sealed; I can feel its aura.


You speak of the past - I speak of the future. Well, aspirant? Do the shades of yesterday speak for you, too?


What, exactly, was the point of that?


Yes.


I don't need a promise, my friend. Only an honest attempt. Please - do consider it!


The Oak Father's bidding shall be done.


Calm, Maggran. Give him a chance.


Most of our kin never get to experience the <i>zaith'isk</i>. Vlaakith smiles on you.


No, my friend. The only thing I ask of you is to allow me by your side on the road ahead. I still owe you a debt, and I intend to pay.


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


Gods, yes. I've been waiting so long for this.


- trapped by Vlaakith in the same Prism holding their noble prince, fruitlessly hacking at the sphere that contains him.


I can feel it! I CAN FEEL THEIR POWER FLOWING INTO ME!


Perhaps. All the more reason to get rid of them.


I'm talking.


<i>In umbram cretus, sanguine iuratus.</i>


You're better at hiding than fighting, coward.


Attack Critical<br>


If I hire the refugees, then I get cheap labour, and they get coin. It's a good deal for everyone!


No, Boo! It was not <i>'something I ate'.</i>


By Ilmater's grace, must you be so insensitive?


<i>In my name.</i>


In Vlaakith's eyes only.


NO! No... you can't. You mustn't.


What can I say? Not much of a tiefling who can't play the victim.


This waiting is killing me.


I think you're rather wonderful. And that's not a word I waste on anyone unworthy of it.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


*The enchantment is clearly the work of an advanced caster. The body may have wasted away, but the mind that inhabited it is imprinted on the skull.*


*A man's voice cries out through the thick smoke. 'Ravengard!' you call, but the clang of swords and the spell-shouts of attacking drow are your only reply.*


*A theft has been reported, and it seems you're the only suspect. Choose your next step wisely.*


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Do not play dead, coward.


'Unleash'.


Dying Burning<br>v5


Dodge


I have just the thing.


You again.


If the Absolute's armies lay siege, they won't care about a stupid list. We have to be prepared!


Sounds vile. I assume the meaning of 'perfect' was lost in translation...


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Let's just say, it's not only duergar who can enlarge themselves.


I know what to do.


<i>Well, so much for the Emperor.</i>


Come home, big brother - please.


When it's quiet, I'm gonna follow the light. But I'll be safe - I promise.


Nothing important is ever easy.


Hells, I need to get out of here.


*Your thievery has been noticed. Choose your next move carefully.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


I <i>told </i>Edowin not to look in that cave - it was filthy with owlbear tracks.


Your world has strange customs...


Pus-supping maggot.


I see the generous spirit who sacrificed everything so my people could be free.


From the shadows.


Barbarian Roar


Left out in plain sight like that? No - the Harpers are too smart for that.


Rather fine blade and hat. Left behind by some unfortunate adventure-seeker, perhaps.<br>


Seems we don't need a combination for the door after all.


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


Ad vitam aeternam!
v2


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


What the hells - there was a creature trapped inside.


He hid from the Hells' forces - but they still got to him.


And must be put out.


Is this it? Seems a little underwhelming for a holy relic.


They wanted tieflings out. They got their wish.


I wouldn't stand for it under my roof. Lazy little serfs.


Diminuo te!<br>v2


Careful... If we can hear it, perhaps it can hear us...


Stop bleeding - it's distracting.


Dialino!


That's that settled.


After we let you past and everything. Get 'em, lads!


Hang on - I think you'll want to hear the bad news, too.


I wouldn't have asked you if it wasn't, friend.


He made me a spawn. Left me here to rot.


If you need help, saer, just speak to the clerks.


Hurt


Witness the feeble, putrid form of our <i>deceiver</i>.


Few can resist it without dying, or transforming into shadow beings. You can try to journey overland if you wish, but I strongly advise you you go <i>under</i>.


This place is even more foreboding than the rest of the crèche.


A magical staff. Will this be of use, Gale?


*You silently fumble for the right words. No doubt your parents could have guided you in what to say. Tears blur your eyes...*


The man doesn't know the meaning of the word respect. He'll double cross us at the first opportunity.


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


Together.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


The people of Baldur's Gate will accept a devil as a duke - but they'd never accept his mind flayer consort.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


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


Huh? Oh, it's you. Just need a bit more sleep, boss.


Yes, yes - on my way.


At least Shar will be happy. Or whatever passes for 'happy' with her.


Throwing your body at someone becomes second nature. And I just did it again.


The bark is in place. Now, for a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.


A simple ask for such a potent prize.


Up to tricks, are we?


Up and at 'em.


You <i>tryin' </i>to tip us over? Stop moving, idiot.


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


Cudo!


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


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


*Wyll may be fond of the frontiers, but hardly of you. Maybe it's best to keep your Sharran nature to yourself.*


We'll, eh... we'll be on our way, True Soul. Do as you like with the pipsqueak...


This is chaos. Need to find a way through.


But you'll need to be quick - the ritual will be complete before too long.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


*Your gold is of little interest. It won't buy your freedom this time.*


Nice.


Some of us have more of that than others. I'll just be glad to live out the day.


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


You misunderstand. The <i>zaith'isk</i> was going to kill you. I couldn't let that happen.


I've got you.


Hardly - he's merely one more obstacle - and a killable one, now that Nightsong is free.


There's always one.


Voco araneae!<br>v2


Effort v2


I hate to say it, but I'm desperate. The jeweller only offered me a pittance. It seems the market is flooded with loot brought in by adventurers.


Holy hells. <i>Under-elf.</i>


Hello again. Still alive, I see.


I'll be there soon, my lady.


See how the hamster stalks his prey.


Footprints! Leading right into that cave.


How many more of these can we take?


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Thou art saucy as gruel.


<i>Ab spiritu humoque, aculeus vitisque.</i>


The dark smells wrong. Not night-dark. <i>Waiting</i>-dark.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Maybe I should... no, this is good.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


Now that you mention it, I can't remember who taught me. Another memory lost, perhaps.


Odd. What do these do?


Mystra's many things, but she's no censor. Her job is not to judge those who use the Weave, but to ensure it is protected.


I have slain monsters, faced illithids, guarded the helpless. To be a duke - is this the destiny I've awaited? Is the nobility my calling?


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Better not make a mess of my clothes.


If I kick up a fuss, it might blow back on Hen. She's got troubles enough - Derque Rillyn is a major arsehole.


Go quietly into the night.


Welcome, child. Follow my voice, and prove your worth.


Non compos mentis!


Something's moved - I felt it. Now to figure out what, and where.<br>


Gods spare me, why did I think eating a second one was a good idea?


A war drum. One of those can summon fighters far and wide.


Turn around, and walk the other way.


Get out of here before I send you where I'm sending these animals.


Could just look the other way.


Why she chose to take one such as yourself as a retainer is beyond me.


<i>The Flaying Queen... An heir of Murder... Take our strength...</i>


The corpse mentioned a key... this must be the one.


One moment.


Why would anyone <i>do</i> such a thing? My poor Cora...


As am I. The grove will be whole again.


Unholy Assassin. Does have a certain... ring to it.


Blasted <i>sunlight</i>. Why did the mushrooms lead us here?


I wish you well out there. Just don't come knocking on my door - I'll have a lot of hungry mouths to feed.


It's <i>still moving</i>.


I thought this trick of mistification was a thing of masters, not spawn.


Kled must get rid of it, but the cleric said it was a hag's 'deepest secret'. But what if the hag finds Kled with it? Oh, no, no.


*At a crèche, you will find your kin. The tadpole will be removed, and you will be purified.*


Tenday. Maybe more.


Nah, you're right. And I'm not the best swimmer anyway.


Welcome back, True Soul.


Well, well, well. This ring is yielding secrets.


Soldier.


Bank. Pass.


Cages, chains - all awaiting prisoners of the Absolute.


We stand on a plate, we trigger a light. Does anyone have a mind for such trickery? I confess, I do not.


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


Not that I care, it's just that children have a habit of disappearing in this city. Let's not let any more slip away.


Could be useful.


*The corpse regards you lifelessly.*


I thought you'd help me. I thought we'd help each other. Instead you chose this.


Dying Burning<br>v4


Bet these breaks would go quicker if I could read...


*So it comes to this - the devil's final offer. And your last chance to face the Netherbrain and survive.*


Again, again.<br>


It's been an age since Gortash's last visit.


... that's right. You are a True Soul.


A duergar saviour? Pah! Wulbren wouldn't understand the concept.


Rejoice as the Wavemother welcomes another daughter to the Deep Wilds!


I have drunk. Not alcohol, of course. A bear.


Better not die on me.


- we didn't end on the best of terms.


Traitorous dog.


And what of Karlach? Her heart can surely break, though it burns.


*The dog flashes its teeth in a snarl - he wants you gone.*


There. Happy?


I will settle, however, for seeing the two of you clash. I imagine it will be... <i>instructive</i>.


Indeed. The streets will soon sing with blood.


A temptation or a threat? With your god, it's always the latter, isn't it?


Hostium munera!<br>v2


*This creature does not belong here in the Dark Lady's sacred realm. He could ruin your chance to prove yourself to her.*


What in hells have you done? We needed them!


If this Nightsong is the source of Ketheric's power, we cannot let Balthazar take her. We should unleash her wrath.


It must not have been easy to escape.


I - I made is especially for you. I thought you'd like it.


Back to bed. I have more tricks to show you...


Dying Burning<br>v5


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


<i>I will aid you as much as I can - but hurry. We have little time.</i>


This'll raise your spirits.


And they're going to kill the goblins, too.


Just a turn and tickle...


I feel... <i>glorious</i>.


I'm glad you came to your senses - now <i>leave</i>. Before the others come for us.


I will speak. Boo's breath still reeks of evil's rump.


Tu es nihil!<br>v3


Hurt Critical<br>var3


Ludus non factum est!


You said you wanted to chat, my love?


Listen, my love.


A brine pool - depleted of tadpoles, blessedly.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


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


I do not doubt you will act with the decorum befitting one of your rank.


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


Hah. It'll be a miracle if they're still working in a tenday.


Hee hee hee.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


The curse has no effect here - what is this place?


You must infiltrate Moonrise Towers. Discover the secrets of the Absolute and put an end to it. So we can finally be free.


What was that thing inside her?


Attack<br>var 3


<b><i>Exactly as I intended. </i></b>


What is this?


No. Future. Bonesplitting, knifetwisting, skullscreaming future -


What's this gibberish?


Te absolvo!


Let's see.


You must focus on the parasite at all times. The <i>zaith'isk</i> will do the rest.


But I believe in you, now and ever-after.


I just hope he's able to keep his hunger in check.


Victory<br>


<i>You will need to be fully illithid before you confront the Netherbrain.</i>


Hells - what is that thing?


C'mon, sis. We're less of a target alone. We should leave.


Assuming I can accelerate its growth, I should have conclusive findings within a year or two at the most.


Yet I betrayed Silvanus himself, led the circle to shadow. We will stop the rite and I will stand trial.


*Freed from the ghost of your past, you can finally rest and dream of brilliant futures.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Thank you. For saving Beldron, I mean. I just wish...


Something didn't like that.<br>


Is this just for decoration? Useless.<br>


I caught a glimpse of Ketheric and Z'rell. Wouldn't have the gumption to stick my nose in, like you did, mind.


Maybe not in <i>your</i> company, Harper. But after I gave her to Orin's blades, I promise you - she was smiling from ear to ear.


Not now - this boat is tied up tight.


That's bull. Get the hells out of here - before I call the guards.


You following me? Get lost.


Dodge
v2


A dead bird. What happened to it?


What happened to Karlach...?


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


I need a moment for the two of us.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


Better ten bugs than another day in the Hells. Than another <i>hour</i>.


Also, she'll want to cave his skull in and, honestly, I would not mind seeing that.


I swear, there's congealed blood between my toes.


Tread carefully now.


Blood-stained collars? Guess I know what happened to all those missing pets.<br>


Non fit injura!<br>v3


There's a familiar power to these shadows... neither fully comforting or threatening.


For the Absolute!


I need a little extra edge.


This should help.


An ogre and a bugbear... A torrid tryst indeed.


Watch how you go - there's a trap.


Remind me why I allied with you?


What's this? A collar covered in runes...


*The air around you is eerily still, as if time itself had been momentarily stopped.*


She is crushed... destroyed... obliterated... but her skull did not sit in my palm... not by my hand... no... no...


If she hears you, it'll be the last.


Plue!


You have done enough, Boo! Come and rest in my pouch.


*Wheeze.*


Let us ride.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Oh, don't worry 'bout the smell. 'S that magic ring 'e wears. Some kinda stupid side effect.


Is it true you were a member of the Absolute cult, drow?


Forget warm - you're burning up. Might be burning out a piston ring - or leaking oil. Mind if I take a listen?


That is true. So how about this - we have stew first, <i>then</i> cake?


This calls for careful footwork.


... yet the faithless yet stand. Isn't that right, Brithvar?


*This is no dragonborn. This is a red dragon.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


The last time your friend came to our camp, he stole our children. Our future.


Someone escaped. One of the adventurers? Did they go back to the grove?


Cazador dead, and I alive! I'm giddy, I'm giddy with glee!


The city's stone hurts.


Please, your greatness. Was an honest mistake, is all.


'Scuse me.


The lantern is yours to keep - Jaheira's said as much. It will guide your way to the Towers.


Ira et dolor!


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


Effort v11


Yeah? Well I won't give you lip - what the Absolute wants, She gets.


You aren't? Right. Well, er, here's a little something anyway. A gift.


Um. Both. Of course.


And you are weaker than I hoped.


Take it up with Asharak. Apparently I'm 'too young' to fight on the wall.


You're full of crap.


Now we're no better than you. Worse. At least you get to roam free.


Argh! I feel... lighter, somehow. Like something's been taken.


There is cause for celebration. Master Halsin would approve of this.


Hm - shouldn't something have happened? Fireballs or poisoned spikes, maybe?


*Disarming traps is dangerous, but angering guards can be deadly. What will you do?*


Don't worry, I've got you.


There's nothing left.


So if you're headin' Moonrise-way, you ain't gettin' far. Not without one of Nere's pixie-lamps.


Closed Mouth Effort


It seems the druid needs a moment more to prepare himself. Oh, what will he unleash upon us?


Forget about your engine. Forget about control. I'll take care of <i>everything</i>.


Hamster, meet hind!


Like the Flaming Fist?


We will. The Ironhand Gnomes have survived worse.


If my breath couldn't kill people already, it certainly can now.


They didn't <i>throw me out. </i>I left. There was just... more to be learned elsewhere.


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


SMASH THOSE CHAINS


Te exsecror!


All right, enough offal - this ought to satisfy the ringmaster.


The relic is beneath the Thorm family mausoleum - that is where you will find Balthazar.


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


With my reflexes? I'd catch you before you so much as stubbed a toe.


Came back to report some lunatic had cleared out the goblin leaders - only to find Zevlor'd gone the same way.


Nature bows to none. It will fight on and survive, no matter what madness your god has inspired you to undertake.


What to take?<br>


Gonna bleed you. Cut you. Make ALL THE HOLES!


Here, honey.


I'm not sure why someone of your stature must converse with prisoners. Perhaps a small donation would convince me.


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


Now! Where is it you lay your head, so Minsc and Boo may find a spot nearby?


As a child, I thought a crèche an impenetrable fortress. I see now they are like everything else - breakable.


So this is Zarys' chest? She promised good coin, <i>if </i>it's returned unopened.


Locked. Best find another way in.


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


Does this arsehole not understand Common?! DO. YOU. WANT. TO. BUY. FACE-PAINTS?


<i>Unbelievable... </i>Look. Lord Gortash died, I get it - tragic, whatever. I understand the Mouth needs some space to cover it.


A shapeshifter? At least we didn't murder the actual clown.


A tadpole? A <i>mind flayer </i>tadpole?


These tracks... goblins?


<i>Living flowers</i>... this must be the sign that Halsin told us to watch for.


Something's wrong. I feel... I feel...


You speak like you know. But you don't know. They know. And I think I know, now, too.


GruntDisgust<br>var 3


Very kind of you, saer. I'll be dedicating the next keening elven ballad to you - you look like the type to enjoy one.


Da mihi facta!<br>v3


Non movere!<br>v3


Morality is complex, <i>jhe'stil</i>, but I will keep trying to understand it. To understand him.


Voco spicae!
v3


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


Do not squander this aid.


Para bellum!<br>v3


A simple task.


'The Roses of Eleint'. I may work for a hard-hearted ratfucker, but I still keep a song in my heart.


Were they heading to the druids' grove?


A lofty goal. Be careful of Mystra - she shall not care to have a new rival.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Can't... can't continue like this...


Hear Volo! I cry far and wide for great glory!


Always room for more.


<i>It is not dissimilar to the experience you already had with the previous one. Only this one is much more potent.</i>


Gods, what happened to his head?


Did I hear Shadow and the other animals? Gods, what's happening?


So if you don't mind - give me a little space, <i>civilian</i>.


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


Effort v8


Cough_Ill<br>Var 2


Easy! He helped us out in the shadows.


Perhaps we should wait for more comfortable surrounds.


*The mechanism is locked, and can't be used again.*


My name is Meztli, and you must be...?


Begone, putrid boil!


A message from Orin. Probably written in blood or poisoned ink...


Looking well, folks - keep it up.


Why not? Life wouldn't taste half as sweet without you by my side.


What is that symbol supposed to mean?


Wait, Master, if you ask me to- Mmmpfh!


Impressive armour. Drow handiwork?


Oh... well, I hope I didn't make too much of an ass of myself just now.


Irretio in sphaera!<br>v2


This is the spot that's marked on that map.


That's it - you're done for now.


Away with you, or they'll accuse me of heresy by association.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Ketheric may be gone, but the shadows remain. On our guard.


No - Halsin! Gods damn it...


If we must butcher our dreams, so be it.<br>


You try my patience.


We've got options, kid - how do you feel about Neverwinter?


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


I'm sorry. I just saw your fire and ran towards it. I need your help.


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


I recognise that floral motif - same as that key we found.


GruntAngry<br>var 1


Time for a conversation.


I found plenty of victims on the other side of that gate. Who knew they'd all come in so useful?


It vexes me to know of you.


Scurry on, now.


I thought I smelled infernal iron.


Shadowheart. Never have I seen a lamb rush so eagerly to the slaughter.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


We've had quite enough strangeness for one day, my thanks. By which I only mean -


Think there's a hole behind those crates.


*Time slows for a moment, and the air becomes thicker. The master of the house is coming.*


Now you see me...


I take it you won't be coming back to us until all of this is done. So hurry up.


Gnolls erupting from corpses? I've not seen the likes of it.


Tread carefully now.


You pale cheeks are a bit pinker than before. You look positively - alive.


It is true. Boo has slain many who have greeted him so impolitely.


Save me, Helm. Save me, Mystra. Save me.


Effort v6


Dead druids means my daughter Arabella saw some justice. Thank you.


I can't fit through here. Wonder if there's another way in.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Long dead - whoever she was.


Extende!


True Soul? Absolute? What were they raving on about?


Looks like the curse claimed some of the Absolute's followers as its own.


A stitch in time saves... well. You know.


Right tool will do the trick.<br>


Stop fussing! One of those Gondian scrapheaps waylaid us at the gates is all.


Pallida mors!


May the carrion birds grow fat on you.


Thank you, I - <i>wait.</i>


It's quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side.


Not if they're trying to help themselves to other people's property!


This was my gift to you. Power is not created; it merely changes from one form to another. Their pain becomes your might. Their suffering furthers your glory.


Closed Mouth Effort


With his former master dead, the spawn took the palace where he once served. His first act: raze it to the ground and burn away every trace of Cazador's existence.


Don't be rash, now. I may be tolerant, but I won't let myself be fed to the fishes.


Ready to enter the belly of the beast?


More where this came from.


Her aim will be to erode our trust in one another. We cannot let that happen.


Might be useful.


You or the dragon your blood hitched a ride with?


Effort v8


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


I hope you don't mind if I don't ask to see it.


Aha! I've always preferred <i>experience </i>to the second-hand accounts of lesser men. But to each their own!


One brine pool, countless parasites. Disgusting things.


These boots have seen everything.


Step-step - hello maggot face, how's your mother? - <i>strike! </i>It worked! Well I'll be.


Hopefully this will all be over soon.


Sorry - I didn't ask why you sought me out. Do you need anything of me?


I'm indispensible, aren't I?


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


Bah, useless. Hold on.


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


Luskan, City of Sails, at the far north of the Sword Coast, in the shadow of the Spine of the World.


Mutatis mutandis!


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Dying Burning<br>v6


BIG trouble. The most trouble you've ever been in.


Every door is named for a renowned wizard. Perhaps Karsus' Annals lie behind the requisite door.


It's stuck fast. Whatever dear Marcus hid, I can't get to it.


This wine's poisonous.


Sine metu!


Propera!


Which worg upchucked you?


Graceful, powerful. I could ask no more of a crossbow. Are the duergar so capable?


I don't need any attention right now.


Meditation Breathing


I'll be all right. Let's just get this over with.


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


Fork loves dragons! Big flappy bastards. But Master Illy said Fork can't be a dragon. Prick.


Maledicte es!<br>v3


Evanesco!


Always a pleasure.


What is all this, then?


I can't find Cal and Lia. Tell me they're here... tell me you brought them back.


A rune. But for what?


You prevailed, my friend. Now your path takes you to Baldur's Gate... but I cannot join you.


Your mocking tone is a mistake, your first and last.


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


Kill anyone who gets in our way!


*Non-clerics may quietly commune with their gods at this altar, but only clerics can expect a response.*


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


Blood near the bed.<br>


But Sarevok's crimson was not yours to spill. He was mine. You had no right to take him.


Suppose I should get you back up.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


You should be more careful.


I can I shall I can I shall.


*This armour is a construct animated by powerful magic. It has no soul or power of speech, but it follows the directives of its master.*


A strange easel. There's some kind of mechanism attached.


Just when I think the worst is behind us, you manage to drop us in some new turd.


Making my way.


Something we can use?<br>


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


Oh boy, an arsehole! I've already won the Blade of Frontiers over; hope you'll prove more of a challenge.


Another doppelganger. At least we didn't kill a real clown in front  of an audience...


I can't even see a lock to pick.


*The guard is fast asleep.*


No, I'm not. She's coming. Orin is coming!


*Confident thoughts. You almost believe them.*


I meant to do that.


None of this can happen while outlanders infect us. Silvanus <i>demands</i> that we choke them out.


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


Now that I'm here, that I'm safe, it's finally sinking in.


Our <i>friend </i>told me you had died. I am most pleased to see that isn't true. A whimsical misunderstanding, I'm sure.


Es praedae mei!<br>v2


Piles of bodies - very old, by the looks of them.


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


Still blocked. But shouldn't take much effort to clear it.


What's going on?


Say - is that Gale's tressym? I wonder what it's doing out here.


No.


I'm no paladin, like you are. It's different for a wizard.


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


Attack


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


They would feed me to their dragons. And I would deserve no better.


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


Hope that wasn't a huge mistake.


Damn these imps - I need to reach the transponder.


You're here <i>again</i>? You've cleaned me out. Come back later!


Looks like it siphons power from anyone lying in that cradle. Wonderful.


If you keep interrupting me with a dagger in my hand, I might have an accident, <i>istik</i>.


That's right, keep drinkin!


Busybodies are not appreciated around here.


I'm sure someone will write a romantic ballad about this one day - hopefully not a tragic one.


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


I am sure you have cruelties of your own to teach us, Bhaalspawn. For that... I cannot wait.


I should probably fetch Scratch from the post house.


Maledicte es!


I - I can't... get away. All of you just - just get away!


While I cannot see it, I can feel the sun's embrace - and it is nothing short of divine. Thank you for doing the impossible, my friend. Simply call, and the Gondians will come - I swear it.


His people are blessed to have him as their prince. I just hope he finds peace in his new form.


It's simply too <i>hot </i>to exist here in the material plane. Unless you return to Avernus - for good - this thing is going to blow. Sooner rather than later.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


Peckish.


This is the head... of a clown. Right.<br>


On your feet!


'Become a postmaster, Danzo. It'll be easy.' Nobody mentions having to spend your evenings hunting for pigeon carcasses, do they?


Balthazar. Come to add more bars to my cage.


Once they realise that, they'll be looking for a... mediator. Someone to speak for the crews. I'll be right here.


Let's make the most of this.


When she resurrects, she'll have no interest in helping me.


Prepare yourself. We're about to enter the tempest that is Ketheric Thorm.


Right tool will do the trick.


And yes, I'm sure there's someone out there for you. Gale's been stealing a glance or three in your direction...


I should speak up.


Of course not. Why would I expect anything else?


You're mad. My gods.


<i>I greet you, sun child.</i>


Ah! I can't!


I am a woman of my word. Go to Gortash's secret prison, and I'll help you spring Wyll's daddy free.


Free now?


Please - that isn't necessary.


The <i>zaith'isk</i>, the Inquisitor - such aberrations beggar belief. To the command centre. We might find a way to inform Vlaakith of their treason.


Ah, fine. I'll be here eating dirt or whatever.


Broken as an old heart, and nothing but dust inside.


Incredible. How old <i>is</i> this place?


ClosedMouth Effort v2


There is nothing to forgive. It is only right to mourn.


We are threatened by murderous gods, and otherworldly entities that despise our very existence.


Paintings hung on the wall - almost like an art gallery.


Cora's not going anywhere, is she? She <i>can't</i>.


Alfira's writing us a song - a stupid song won't bring Mol back! Tell her, won't you?


Intactilis sum!


He'll find his own way out, or he won't.


*The briefest hesitation, as Cerys wars with old loyalties. And wins.*


Not getting back in that thing.


Big and ugly's down - grab the lantern!


Hideous trinket. Lacking in function or taste.


This is my fight, don't you understand? It's not enough that he dies - I need to kill him.


These creatures would take our lives, our children... our future. And we must <i>resist</i>!


I shall tend to you. Worry not.


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


Goblins ahead!


-----together-      -conquer--
    ---rule----
-COMMAND---


Never ever. Ever. Unless...


I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


Hey, I'm keeping out of trouble. Don't draw attention to me, all right?


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


Lux in tenebra!


Curious name. It sounds more like a bird than a font of power.


Go on ahead. Already met your little friend. Two of you can go celebrate together.


*Your mission is not so easily abandoned. What strange powers does this artefact lay claim to...?*


First Druid, and now last druid. Thanks to me.


This one time we'll make an exception. As long as you stop sulking and start walking right now.


You were... rather quick to agree. But all the wiser for it.


Stickshit talks like Smug when he wrecked that 'shroom village...


To... bring... him... to... the... Absolute...


Slaughter on, in Bhaal's name.


End them, Kagha. Unless you have... lost your nerve.


That  shapeshifters' key unlocked the door! Interesting.<br>


The boat's free. Come on!


My, what <i>deep</i> pockets you have.


Whatcha gonna do about it? Run off and cry to yer spider-mum?


*It appears this was nothing more than an unfortunate accident.*


Oskar... Where is he? <i>Where is he?</i>


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


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


<i>What?!</i>


As did I. During the battle, my mind raced, my blood burned... I was righteous. But tonight, I only heard your breath and your voice.


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


Here we go again.


But, I suppose you have earned better than glibness from me. It was a gift from my husband. Khalid.


I'm not laughing at... yes, I am.


Ah, you speak of the Stone Lord? No, no - he only looked, sounded, and quite possibly smelled exactly like Minsc.


I couldn't have put it less delicately if I'd tried.


Ain't one in my cell, friend, or I'd be long gone. Luckily, I've a plan to get out.


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


Oh. Shit.


Falling<br>Var 2


Once your heart-machine is repaired, however, I intend to gorge on you in the privacy of my bunk.


*The red-haired man has a tenday left to serve, judging by the scratchings on the wall behind him.*


Extra Recovered <br>V4


<i>I greet you, friend of the dark.</i>


Protocol Three-Hundred One: 'Every great tragedy stems from reckless roots.' Words I shan't forget.


Good. I'm one hundred percent sure there's another way to bring down this cult. No true god would ask such a thing from her faithful. That's for certain.


Really? I prefer my company extraordinary.


I have something to ask.


They work for the Guild. Give them a piece of your mind, and pieces of your body will be washing up in Gray Harbour tomorrow.


You... you knocked me out cold. I ought to return the favour - with interest.


You're too modest. I wager you don't even know how extraordinary you truly are. But I do.


<i>Fine</i> is not enough. Look at me.


Hey! You're not taking any slaves here.


*You sense the guards will be hearing of this.*


Wulbren can't come with us - it's just you and me now.


A ritual space. To turn the living undead, looks like.


With caution.


All clear.


Stop picking through my brain!


I really wish you hadn't called the cat that. It feels a little... improper?


I may be indulging myself somewhat with its title, but I do believe our research harbours such potential. I only hope the Society's members agree.


Without you, we'd be there still. My father fell so far from light, the shadow of him nearly swallowed us all whole.


Druid's stupid snake... I was just scared...


Githyanki scholars study <i>ghaik</i> devices closely. They even incorporate their findings into our own machines and magic.


No time to lose.


AgreeClosed<br>var 3


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


The brain, my friend! Boo and I will hold off the horde!


<i>This is it - its will is weakening!</i>


Wish I had a Bag of Holding.


I'd like some time to talk.


Inficio!


Wise choice. Now the streets will be safer and you'll be <i>stronger</i>.


Why don't we just wait a while? Make sure it's safe.


Look, whatever you're doing, it's obviously pissing off those hacks at the gazette. So crack on.


A man like Gortash knows the path to people's hearts - a glorious evening of drinks and dancing..


Not if you keep them lips clapped together.


Oh for - you try staying calm with a pack of nutcases circling you. Hurry - please.


It's gone - the whole damn crèche reduced to rubble.


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Tendays of dissections of a still-living victim.


...No magic, please! Is good servant. Very good!


Punge!


*It's safe with you - Lady Shar's mission can still be fulfilled.*


The Absolute is gold from the sky, She is. The blessin' in the storm an' the storm itself.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Pipe down!


*The skeleton looks beyond you, frozen - awaiting command from its mistress.*


I had another dream - which I suppose means you did as well.


I bet this idol's powerful enough for Gale to get something out of it.


Is that so? It must have escaped my ears. But no matter - this is far more important than some worn leather.


Food, sundries, gold - these poor refugee sods need all the help they can get.


What just happened?


How's that for Calimshan rules?


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Those two must have history.


Hmm, let me give it another go:


*Gortash's mind remains unknown to you.*


True Soul? Absolute...? I didn't follow half of what they said.


If you didn't, you're a fool. The dead have no use for what's in their pockets.


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


Sorry. Old habits.


You feel so <i>nice</i>.


Frange!


I'll try. I promise I'll try.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


*Your minds intertwine. You see his siblings - Andrick and Brynna. New recruits. Yours to shepherd.*


Intellego!


Get your copy of the Baldur's Mouth Gazette here. 'News that bites b-' Oh. You again. It's [GEN_CheckMagicPocketGold_6057ad05-9492-4630-9f0a-be548b134c54] gold, same as before.


I have many names, petal. But Auntie Ethel will do.


Talking statues are never a good sign.<br>


You're not supposed to be here!


Where is the bosun with my drink?


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


Owlbear eggshells... an unhatched one would fetch quite a price...


Forgive me. This book reads you more than you read it.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


Huh, that book mentioned Lathander statues that moved...


Take a look. Tell me what you see. And be thorough.


But if he was here, he'd ask for help. He'd ask you to stop the Banites, their collars, their Watchers - end it all. <i>Please.</i>


Traitorous!


*In darkness, truth. In shadows, justice. In the Dark Lady's name - always.*


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


Heroes. Sure.


Jaheira's adept at keeping secrets - and for good reason. She was wise to try and keep her family safe... I just wish I could've done the same.


Lady Shar teaches us to abhor superficialities like fashion... though the city <i>does </i>have some fine boutiques. After a new look?


Resarcio!


Closed Mouth Effort v10


I can close that up fast.


Have you come beg-begging, sniffing for our stones? Gortash won't like that. A throat his black hand can't choke the spit from.


Balduran and his draconic friend, admiring Baldur's Gate from afar. A striking scene even by githyanki standards.


I want you gone from this house by nightfall.


He made it. Now let's just hope he survives what's on the other side.


Ungh. Whatever it is, speak to Bakshi and let me get some bloody sleep.


Dodge<br>var 2


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


I cannot hold forever. Get the brain under control!


I didn't mean... fine. Yes. If you have a cure, then I need it as much as you do.


Find a ripe prisoner, and a reason to beat them. I miss the screams.


I hardly saw you at the party. Did the honest and true Blade sneak off for a little fun?


Your world has strange customs...


The city will face new dangers soon, but at least there's one less threat stalking the night. Thank you.


I wish I could harden my heart so. Still, you're right - we have the matter of my return to consider.


There'd be too little to gain from our deaths, and too much to lose.


Excellent. The less time I have to spend with these underdwarves, the better.


Gods, please, no. <i>You </i>were supposed to be my wildcard.


Seems to be stuck.


A terrible thing, isn't it? A terrible thing, to try your best and get nowhere at all.


Didn't think the prisoners had it in them to escape. Well - I suppose they <i>didn't</i>, in the end.


How I <i>adore</i> it. The delicious agony of it all.


Break 'em quick, finish this early.


Captain? CAPTAIN GRISLY! Where is she?


Ho ho, that unmistakable Sharran spirit. Ever so eager to stab, prod, and finger.


Well, we live and learn. Or we die and don't.


He's done half the Harpers' job for them already.


- and seething like the River Styx. But there's something missing, isn't there?


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 3


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


Best step softly.


Sine metu!<br>v2


Let's see what you're hiding.


No, Ethel! I'm sorry! I'll go back! <i>Argh.</i>


Blasted fog is everywhere.


I need a quick word.


I can do nothing but pray to Silvanus in the hopes that He'll protect them.


A goblin healer? She couldn't possibly know a cure... could she?


Even fire is swallowed in this darkness.


If that be so, I wish thee good travels.


Do not push your own cowardice upon me.


Siccut cattus!


Looks like that's going to bruise.


Hmph - the famous Blade of Frontiers, in the flesh. Clever, this hero act you've got going.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


I bet we can work out how to open it.


In her likeness, I used to read a thousand stories. She was beauty, wisdom, elegance, power... she contained universes. But now... it is hard to see any redeeming qualities in a lover who condemned you to death.


Dolor!


You need me to wipe your arse while I'm at it, pisspot?


Ah. I fear... well, I seem to have misplaced key and vault pass both. Perhaps it's already been allocated to someone else. So sorry - but please do take your coin back.


<i>The vessel returns, most shamefully unleaking. Prove your faith.</i>


IT WILL BREAK YOU.


Gauntlet, please - this is too much.


Well, that's not good.


Only one way to find out.


Well, picked up by all but Minsc. When <i>he</i> touches the many delicate little jars, oh how the wizards shout and stare!


You are bathed in the cool gleam of moonlight. You must be a follower of Selûne.


Victory v2


I hope the Flaming Fist catch whoever hurt Duke Gortash. Who would hurt someone so - so <i>wonderful</i>?


Careful. This thing's warded with a magic spell.


Blamed it on an imp and never told a soul the truth. Beat that.


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


Really? The cult is on our doorstep and you want to talk about <i>bread?</i>


Now that's not good.


Never felt an earthquake in Baldur's Gate before. What the <i>hells.</i>


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


No one's getting past me. Not again.


I'd pretty much trust him with my life.


And whether it takes a hundred years or a thousand, the Crown will be mine eventually. My time will come. Your time is over, little mouse.


Well that's gratitude for you. TIme to leave.


Watch yourself, eh? Gods willing there won't be any more of those things.


Like I told you already - I'm waiting for that lummox, Baelen. The rest is my own business.


I'll tell you, it's left me in a right pickle. I've sent what I can by pigeon, but now something's attacking them and all!


Time to deal some punishment.


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Right. Yes. Got it. So... do you... erm... help me, I don't know how to do this.


HAH! I can't believe it. You took care of that pain in my arse without me ASKING?


I don't relish the idea of Mizora visiting our camp - let alone offering us anything resembling a 'deal'.


*A flash of anger pulses across your brain. You feel cold metal at your throat - then you snap back to yourself.*


Beyond that gate is the Upper City, housing the great and the good of Baldur's Gate.


Selûnite drivel. Must be connected with that chest - it bears the same symbol.


I thought I knew... I thought I knew, but you...


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


*You won't be allowed to get away with that. Swift and violent retribution is headed your way...*


*Your gold buys contempt, but not freedom. You're about to be detained.*


I wonder what that did...


I see little more than a cowardly deception at play.


*Maybe you wake up because you know something is wrong. Or maybe you just get lucky.*


I need a little extra edge.


'To Send and to Serve', they say. Well I say poppycock! I cannot believe they lost my letters.


<i>Gh'rack. </i>Get you gone, before I <i>get </i>you gone.


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


So, ol' Sorc' Sundries has a new owner. I should apply for a job - I'm sick of pushing a broom around Basilisk Gate.


All right!


But gone... all gone...


I'll get you free!


I am not dumping my seven-year-old in a <i>hole.</i>


You are more than welcome to return, my friend - when your pockets are less empty. Next!


Hmm. Perhaps I should do just that.


Toenail-tasting trouthole!


Many things delight the heart, but only one makes it sing. Tell me, what is the githyanki's fondest memory?


I can't tell if this is a temple or a library.


Gah! Yes. Yes, <i>True Soul.</i>


The false daughter of darkness. Shunned by her goddess.


It's opened. I wonder what's back there.


Pray he is not. For the refugees' sake.


Oh, my dear wizard. I wasn't talking about Mystra.


Te exsecror!<br>v3


Spotted something.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Sentient mushrooms? No doubt they're murderous, like everything else down here.


An open tomb - empty. Not ominous in the slightest.


But your bravery amuses me. Finally I find a wolf in a world of lowing cattle...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Love to be taken for granted.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Volo non fugia!


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


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 2


I ain't deceiving nobody. I'm tryin' to help!


Let's make the most of this.


B-b-but I don't know <i>how!</i> I'm only s-s-six!


Huh. Where's Lae'zel?


Always need a new dose of misery.


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


It's a sonnet about minding your own damn business.


Said he's writin' a book about the Absolute. Lads didn't like that - said he was a spy or some such...


You better be right or I'll haunt your arse.


Zhentarim! To arms!


Yes. I know it must seem like I pulled this out of thin air, but that's how Lady Shar chose to reveal herself to me. You'll see for yourself, soon enough.


You knew the Murder Lord could not be denied his meat.


You claim knowledge beyond <i>us? </i>


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


This is the spot Rugan marked. Doesn't look like much.


Your thoughts are... veiled? Why do you protect these devilkin?


<i>And yet you served.</i>


<i>I ask only that you refrain from violence. I respect that your opinion of my kind may be... charged.</i>


Hells - his brew's turned to poison.


I will not lose you.


Oh. Umm... okay, I'll... keep it.


I suppose we will have to see if this House of Hope is open to visitors.


That was a hell of a show, my friend. Watchers collapse in the street as we speak, and the Foundry?


Non compos mentis!<br>v2


No, they will not leave! They will answer for their crimes!


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


Hells - what did that mind flayer do to me?


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


Don't want to draw any attention.


*Your blood slows, your senses strung so tight they could snap in an instant.*


When Asatarion says 'victims' he means 'friends', Boo. He is a very popular man.


My path be true.<br>


Recovered <br>V4


I don't think I'll ever look at an ox quite the same.


A tollhouse? And people call vampires parasites.


More goblins. What's next?


I... I failed. I let the Nightsong just be <i>taken</i>.


You lie! They're out there. And if you won't find 'em, I will!


I owe you a debt. And I would hate to be ungrateful.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


There's probably only a handful of rotten apples among them.


At least we agree on that.


Effort v5


It doesn't quite make up for the lack of a reflection, mind you.


The Netherstones might prove more effective if we use them now.


There is nothing to be said just now. Not with the way things stand between us.


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


Good smell. <i>Pack</i> smell. Smell like papa. Papa?


True. You wouldn't have the grit.


<i>Now hold out your hand.</i>


Come on, up you get.<br>


That's enough wasted blood.


So the bastard was hiding something. Trust Xargrim to require <i>instructions.</i>


Dodge


Came to Baldur's Gate because I heard it was gloomy. Betrayed again.


I see it in your eyes. The time is near.


Inactive. I should look around.


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


I smell a trap.


Good. I will join you when you go to your bed. You are mine.


Excellent armour. Drowcraft, of course.


The butcher calls.


I always steered clear. If Guild members started disappearing, people would start asking questions. And Cazador hated questions.


The painter went to this Mystic Carrion for assistance. Let us follow in his footsteps, Boo.


It's out - keep vigilant!


We have more in common than I knew. I won't pry for details. Right now, at least.


But something smells off, petal. Something is wrong, isn't it?


Your scent is familiar to me, stranger - but I can still smell the lies underneath.


She deserves some of the blame - serving him was a choice.


Must be in one of these chests.


Karsus' powers should have perished with him. You <i>cannot</i> trust such powers. You know better than this, don't you?


Wouldn't want that to scar.


There's only one place seven thousand spawn can feed without drawing attention.


Whatever it is, I'll set it right. I'll cut you down in Her name!


That's right, Karlach. So now as in the Hells. I can see why Her Ladyship wants a murderous brute like you back.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 2


Better this way. I still leave with gold in my pocket.


Time for some bloody work.


*Her Most Sacred Path*


I ain't the one you need - talk to Fezzerk.


*You hesitate a moment too long, and Hope begins to fidget and panic.*


The cage is going to drop. We've got to help her!


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


But fair enough. It's Dame Aylin's decision how she wants to deal with Lorroakan. I just wish she'd have a bit of peace after all she's been through.


Who cares what the illithid thinks. If we can get Orpheus on our side, we're golden.


Falling<br>var 2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Resisto venenum!


If you are satisfied, than so am I.


Precisely the way I meant to avoid.


Hold-and-step. Swing, parry, swing.


Well - in you go. And don't feed the prisoners. Makes 'em cocky.


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


I've not come to kill you, Lae'zel. I've come to aid you.


Rest of her litter's inside, in the pens. Beautiful beasts.


You mean - but that means - <i>Wulbren.</i>


Come no closer. You live and breathe here by Bhaal's will, not mine.


You're the only one still dawdling here. We need some quiet.


Vae victis!


I should really have that amulet with me - the Mad Monk will want to see this.


Ngh. My head...


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Vault pass.


The queen has entrusted me with the Prism. Interfere, and death will be her only gift to you.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


Snore
zzZzz
v3


I've never been more thrilled to be wrong.


Your people will never take you back - illithid scum.


We have our first victory, but we'll need more before this day is through. The momentum is with us - we must keep moving.


You know, I didn't realise it was possible to be so cordial with a former flame. I suppose I'm lucky. Did you want something?


Doesn't seem to trouble you a jot.


Heh.


No, no, no...


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


Oh, such impatience.


Thank you for your mercy. Thank you for everything.


Huh, that book mentioned Lathander statues that moved...


Gods, it smells awful in here.


I want a new drink. A new anything, really.


She didn't speak a lie: The aasimar is immortal.


We gotta dash. Goblin business... erm, very important.


What courage? I've bled my veins dry, cried my last tear.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


The fragment of magic you tried to return to me was not of my creation. It was the Karsite Weave.


No one's stopped me yet.<br>


I've heard the rumours - Absolutists marching from Moonrise Towers, whole towns felled by strange curses. It's no wonder they ran.


Voco glacies!<br>v2


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. His horns look like snakes, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


Bears? Not the most dignified depiction...<br>


Yours is a face I shred in my dreams.


We have training to do. Come on.


You are sure? Show it to me. Be my eyes.


I do not yet need to consume an item, but keep it close by. It will not be too much longer.


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


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Maybe. But we might get lucky. We're overdue some good fortune.


They'd better bloody not.


SmileClosed<br>var 5


'Cos running is <i>BRILLIANT</i>.


I will soon be hanged on the city gallows to a chorus of cheers.


<i>Delicious!</i>


Then 'e turns. Must've... must've read my <i>mind</i>, y'know?


Resisto acidum!


This is a Harper rune. There must be a stockpile nearby.


The magic nearly oozes from this flask. Gale might be interested.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


The way is opened. The reward better be worth the effort.


Not sure why you're poking around here. Just smells of pig piss.


Pig jokes are never wrong. Well done.


Third, thou shalt not leave my side unless directed.


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


Caveat incantator!<br>v3


Well, I suppose. If I must.


Recovered


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


Any doubts about falling for a foe, Minthara? Or does that just add spice to things?


And if our children still live? What will happen to them if we attack?


Here. A little token between friends - for your discretion.


Graves. Someone had to bury their dead in a hurry.


I think that's what they call a monopoly.


Hang on. I can't find the bloody thing. Somebody's robbed it!


Well, brainy-breeches, I have a better idea, and I'm so glad you volunteered to help.


Locked up in Wyrm's Rock. Hardly the homecoming I expected.


I have just the thing.


That wound looks bad.<br>


Course she also warned of side effects. Should have listened. Now I'm stuck guarding <i>crates</i>.


<i>Keep it together, Arfur. There's no evidence that links this back to you, and you definitely locked the basement before you left.</i>


Wyvern poison. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.


You saw the thralls gathered on the <i>ghaik </i>ship.


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


The ravings of a lunatic. Pure nonsense.


My lady. May you lead to glory.


Weapon blueprints that use sussur bark? Rare find.


Ooh, are we killing slavers? Me first!


Don't make me hold your hand now.


The lost and wandering flock to him, and in him find their home. He doth not turn away a single soul, not even the mind flayer he once called his own.


A key. Wonder what it opens?


Volo non fugia!


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


Scuffs and grooves on the floor, just there. These statues are more than decoration.


Not your fault you fell for it. You need a strong leader like myself to see the wood under the trees.


I was hoping you'd spare me a moment. There was something rather magical I wished to show you.


Oh no, you're not pinning this on me. You're the one who found her!


My fellow Gondians! Flee this prison. We're bringing this place <i>down.</i>


She's not breathing.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v3


You have my attention.


Well met - and call on me if you find a fix for this affliction of ours. Might even join you once that devil's met my blade.


I'll presume that's githyanki for 'yes'. Now let's move.


The longer I stay here, the more the shadows will take from me. We need light...


An old friend. The kind one doesn't simply leave to his own reckless fate - even when it leads to the heart of a murderous cult.


But it must've been some sort of lunatic drove them out. Regardless, here Theodore will stay until they get back.


This is my house, not a home for waifs and strays!


Empty as a stare. A tadpole's puppet, nothing more.


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


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


Of course, no slight intended towards your form.


A cave beneath the tavern. I wonder how deep it runs...


Something good here, I hope.


Today's good news: 'Heroic Adventurers Arrive to Save City From Absolute'!


We're going to own that town. <br>


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


If you find Vanra, you'll find the hag - I'm sure of it. Keep searching - we can't let that monster run loose.


I <i>am</i> relaxed.


Zhentarim! To arms!


You know the value of suffering - good. Life is full of it, whether you welcome it or not.


Prisoners? This is what lies at the heart of Shar's church?


Deafening silence. Did win't thee speaketh?


If only I knew where to find some.


Hm. Nice.<br>


A vault like this does not contain mere trinkets. I would care to know what it contains.


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


Scab-licking vagrant!


Hmmm. For another client, maybe.


Dreadfully sorry.


Oh, hells.


*You persist, but your heart sinks. If you proceed, you throw away your only chance to survive.*


A wonder this shoddy wall hasn't already collapsed.


This might sting. Whatever.


You look weird - I bet you're weird.


<i>Where once we gasped and begged and cried for the pleasures and fripperies of our old life in Faerûn, now we will be unafraid to plumb its depths. We will discover...</i>


Leave me be. The attack could happen any moment.


Pathetic. The Absolute sees all - your treachery <i>will</i> be punished!


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v3


I'll have you up in no time.


Oh, you have been an interesting distraction for him, no doubt, but your time together is over.


Fulgur!


Oh, hi. If you're here to save me again, I don't really need to be saved right now. Good thing, huh? Bye!


Keep the stones, and you relinquish the very essence of your being. Your soul, your emotions, your purpose. You would lose everything, and might live with such a loss for eternity.


Some kind of tank?


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


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


This ballet of flames invites reflection. But you're right.


Day five: the host's personality has disappeared. Fingers, toes and limbs elongate.


Hark! A dung golem!


Sorry, I wasn't expecting... But it is a pleasant image to be sure!


*Something shifts within you once more, paladin. You feel an emptiness within you, a void where your purpose used to lie.*


Oh, how ignorant of me. So it'll be free of foul-smelling beasts, then?


Yes. Famed - and long dead, the fool traitor.


There's something underneath here...


Lost... lost, I am...


I knew we should have accepted sooner. Can't see a bloody thing.


Better be cautious.


*The lantern flickers ever so briefly, and you hear a slight twitter - or perhaps it's simply your imagination.*


That... creature you changed into. I pray to Silvanus that you have it under control.


Cough_Ill<br>Var 4


A colourful torso, torn and butchered. Hello, Dribbles.<br>


Falling


Cudo!


Video veritatem!<br>v3


Stuck? That's not good.


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


Is someone... singing?


Recovered <br>V2


If my ancestors were here, they would eat you alive - literally.


Adorable. Vicious, but adorable.


Hurt Critical<br>var 2


... power... <i>strength</i>...


Well praying didn't help...


Against my own city? Careful - you're in very real danger of hurting my feelings.


Blessed Nightsinger, witness my adoration...


I'm glad Figaro's all right, though. Without him I'd have no job <i>or</i> dress sense.


The pleasure's all mine.


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


That must have hurt.


Don't give me trouble now.


The bark is in place. But what is its purpose?


Our paths cross again, <i>istik</i>. I might call it fate, if I believed in it.


You louse, you mite!


She's in the Great Hall. She'll be wanting to see you.


Their devotion to Gortash is... impressive.


Quiet, both of yas! Ye're drawin' <i>attention.</i>


You came. I was concerned you might have had doubts. Or that this might have all been too soon...


Nothing like being dropped in a stinking bog in the blink of an eye...<br>


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v3


There's something highly suspicious about these ever-more-eloquent rats.


Crescit eundo!


Better get you out of there.


*Your mind and body swell as one. You are who you always were, but <i>infinitely better</i>.*


But we have to go. <i>Now.</i>


This mirror is ancient - all the way back to the time of Gorothir. Almost like a window to the Shadowfell.


<i>Do it. NOW.</i>


I'm not one to admire a view. This time - well, this time shall be an exception.


*The circle's harmonies grow still, then surge again. In them, you hear both goodwill and grief.*


Mother Gith, hear my promise: your son will rise again.


No point. Everyone's wrecked. Leave 'em be.


He won't be any help now. Not that he would have been much help before.


Voco spicae!
v3


It has... Already begun...


...No. <i>No! You lie!</i>


Careful. This thing's warded with a magic spell.


We heard she'd been escorted from her cell - not that she could leave the tower.


A fascinating topic. May I ask the reason for your interest?


If somebody causes me sorrow, I remove their ability to do so again. If that involves removing their head, so be it.


I can close that up fast.


I feel... <i>glorious</i>.


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


I have just the thing.


I shall force the lock.


Veni et iuva me!<br>v3


I know what you are. I know who you serve.


The ogres can't hear me and I can't smell them. A fair trade, I'd say.


Oh no (!). You're bleeding.


Its death was surely a great blow to the cult.


Begone, putrid boil!


Bring the True Soul - we have much to discuss.


*The battered man lies crumpled on the ground, unconscious.*


Laughter


You'd become a mind flayer - an incredible sacrifice. If you refuse, I'd understand. Of <i>course</i> I would.


Fear not, my heart.


Voco potentia!<br>v3


Everyone wants forge. Forge, forge, forge.<br>


Death's close at hand.


Something terrifying, no doubt. Dragon? Cyclops? Kobold?


Yeah, yeah. Now I'm close enough to rip ya open!


You're free to enter.


As true as mithral, kid.


<i>Open your mind to me, friend. Let us see what lurks within.</i>


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


You heard her, Stickshit. Fill 'er up.


BreathTorturedClosed<br>var 3


Better you feed the soil!


Expello te!


*This tombstone has been vandalised, and now reads: 'Your money don't matter when you're dead, prick'.*


Beyond that, your mother will need my care - and yours too, if you wish to join us.


Our readers will be outraged.


If you are unwilling to help me, then I fear we have nothing more to discuss.


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


Far from the fate you deserve for the sacrifices you have made, but... I understand.


No prayers needed. On my way.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Yes! A mighty blade, but a mouthy one, too. I wonder what happened to it.


I will tear out your heart and feed it to the rats.


This'll be mean.


I am sure you learned much from my mastery, Gith-child. Your training continues apace.


Looks like there's a little shrine over there.<br>


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


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


Step carefully - there's a trap.


<i>But perils remain, near and far - better to stay together. You and Us - WE.</i>


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


You would question my power? Mother Earth, hear me. Grant me your wrath!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


Shield's still warm. That dragon burns hotter than me.


There's something about these flowers... feels like my magic's wilting.


Don't care who sits in the big chair - I'm not wearing any Zhentarim colours.


Lovely paintings! Looking fer a loving home.


Blood's still warm. Whatever happened to his head happened recently.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


The inking is rough - a work in progress, surely.


Hmm... what's that?


End them!


Shout


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


I once carried it, but it was stolen from me. Find it, let it set the path before you. Or do not, and see your home burn to ash.


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


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Kled doesn't know, but as long as Kled has the book, the hag will keep hunting.


One down, millions live.


You idiot. Don't you do this to me!


What was that?!


Locked from the inside.


Perhaps they deserve to be challenged. Perhaps you and I deserve better than to live and die as their pawns.


You'll be free soon enough.


Uhhh. Huh?


Effort v2


Suppose I should get you back up.


But I won't deny this infection is bothersome.


Support your own! Better prices here than topside!


If my ancestors were here, they would eat you alive - literally.


Not sure what to make of this 'hellbeast' talk, though.


Well, what's a ginormous elder brain once you've grappled with your own crippling anxieties?


I'm on my way.


The ground's shaking again - what's causing it?


Unless the 'Maid is on fire, shove off.


This is the spot Rugan marked. Doesn't look like much.


You have spilled too much blood, caused us too much misery. No more - it's over.


So says our Queen's teachings, and so it must be.


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


Perhaps there's a logic to it. Or perhaps they just don't care.


Interesting bottle. Looks expensive.<br>


Careful now...


Don't mind the Lady's Court. Just a game we play - figuring how we'll kill you if you cross Nine-Fingers.


Slice and drain. Slaughter and spill.


But you need to understand the limitations. I can't truly love you. Not like most define it. I'll always have to keep a place for Lady Shar.


Oh no.


<i>Tread carefully now.</i>


By the time Jaheira came, I'd pieced together just enough to know I'd been dead a hundred years. That my father was the source of the horrors that plagued my home.


We won't tolerate necromancy.


Effort v10


That damn ox again. I feel stalked.


That's all? There has to be something you aren't telling me - out with it.


Bleedin' hells, it's you! Made it out afterall, eh?


To her credit, it worked. I'm as strong as a bugbear. And fearless.


But fine, take her if you wish. Just know I'll be resting with one eye open.


Mm. Hrm. Mm-mm-mgh-<i>AHEM.</i>


For you, oh horned cheek.


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


<i>Seek him out. He is all that stands between us and the elder brain.</i>


At least take me to see the body. I have to see it. I have to look at him one more time.


Mother Gith made us a city. I made us an empire. We move mountains, we snuff out stars, we shake the planes.


Tell me more.


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


Gods above - what happened?


That feels good.


Can't keep me out.


Poisin. A paralytic, I think.


*You sense this one hid for days as the sounds of battle got closer and closer to town. You didn't even care who won, so long as it ended.*


You're not wrong. Cazador left his mark on me in more ways than one - for a moment, I wanted to be just like him.


In nocte consilium!


*A little Urge - not even an adolescent - stands with a tiny dagger atop a bloody heap.*


All or nothing. That's the bottom line.


Damn. Some of these mushrooms are illusions.


*You do not recognise the language on the plaque.*


Hells, you get everywhere, don't you?


*Sigh.* Wyll's a gifted hunter. And Zariel's made her share of enemies in and out of the Hells.


And be clear that he owes it all to you.


Better to die than live in a cambion's debt. Believe me. No offence, Wyll.


You should leave it. Or even destroy it, if possible.


I think I have it!


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


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Maybe not.


Cudo! v3


A grim-looking piece. I'll bet it's responsible for more than a few howls and screams.


For all the good that does either of us. And now you say Zevlor's dead. Well, I say good riddance.


These tracks... goblins?


Killer. Cult. Army. Take your pick.


A strange coin. I wonder what it's worth.


My thoughts are hallowed ground. Yet you've crawled your way in. <i>Uninvited.</i>


Scratch was only ever meat of the lowest grade.


Gortash will be keen to hear of this.


I feel so weak. There's necrotic magic at work here.<br>


This one's tryin' to poison us! Kill 'em!


My little secret.


That door is saturated with necrotic magic. Best keep my distance.


What... what about me?


Hope you won't miss this place. Don't think we'll be coming back any time soon.


No. I could have missed it, of course, but I doubt it.


I want to go home but mummy keeps talking.


This place is done for. Let's get out of here.


Can't believe they didn't even <i>interview</i> these folks they're trashing.


This is the first step towards our glory. I really must insist.


VO_SFX : Downed v2


'A smile that sets the heart aglow...' You're going to love it!


Sometimes the only way out is through.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


No one has anything to fear if everyone just does what they're told.


Irretio in sphaera!


At once.


A lone cub isn't much of a threat...


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


Wait your turn. If anyone's beating up Varrl next, it's me.


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


High class produce, low class prices. You won't find more flavour for less!


I forgot you existed outside of Vlaakith's gaze, <i>ra'stil</i>. You are very lucky.


Shit - the shadows took Yonas. Make every strike count!


Open up.


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


Can't see a thing.


I can't believe I thought you were the one. Maybe I'm still that naive kid after all - the one who'd trust anyone who showed her a bit of kindness.


It's a grim task, picking provisions from the dead.


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale


Was't your father a flounder?


As you wish.


I'm not a bard - not anymore. I thought coming here would help me figure out my life, but I just feel more lost.


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


BreathLongClosed<br>var 2


We saw the memory of the pain you caused, while she was vulnerable in your arms.


Urgh. That nearly ended me.


Elturel didn't want us, and those druids sure as hells didn't either, but you... you risked your life for us.


Fuck me. There's devotion, and then there's stupidity. If the <i>god of magic </i>can't handle this without sacrificing Gale, she's no god at all.


No crutch - I can stand tall now, thanks to you. You've renewed my taste for living. I will not be a burden to you.


Let us see...


Might be useful.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


That <i>is </i>him. He lives still, and your mother too.


You would be wise not to dredge up the past, spawn.


Heh. I can respect that. And you're in luck - because I am old, darling. <i>Ancient. </i>I have seen stars explode and civilisations fall.


Dying Panic Fall


I'm just waiting.


He's not wrong. We're bound together, no matter what comes.


They should all be running.


Had your fill of my merregons yet? I'm right here, if you dare.


Para bellum!<br>v3


Don't want to move rocks. Too much pain, too much noise.


The dark's strong here - this torch is useless.


True Soul. Was it your hand that slayed Thrinn? No, of course not. There must be a <i>sane</i> explanation.


Deadlier than ever.


There is. Lots. But I've got scavenger's rights, so it's all mine, unless you're willing to trade for it.


We were looking for fugitives. Survivors from that ship that crashed farther west of here.


A wyrm? Are you saying there's a dragon living under the city?


DisagreeClosed<br>var 1


I'm sure there's a catch, but I guess we'll find out when we get to the city - home. Gods, I can't wait. Even Gortash can't spoil that.


If I was a Sharran lookout, this is the sort of place I'd wait around.


*Tadpoles. Sleeping and scarcely aware, but echoing yours a hundredfold.*


I didn't know for sure, of course. But between the fangs and the red eyes and the timeless wit, I had my inklings.


You - turn around and toddle your way right back out of here.


Aye, off my rocker me - so you'd best not push me too far, eh? Price is the price.


Selûnite rubbish.


You would turn your back on innocent people? That's... not like you.


Infernal iron, eh? I can swing that. Will come back with command in tow and take it from there. Thanks, Dammon - you don't know what this means.


Cazador's minions have picked up our trail. For your sake, I hope this was the last of them.


Damays, let's...


There you are. I've been waiting, you know.


Hm. A creation of my people, though I cannot decipher writing this ancient.


I bid you fair fortune on the road. Though you seem the type to make your own.


For the Absolute!


SmileClosed<br>var 2


Well, you see...


Goodbye for now. I will see you soon.


Barbarian Roar<br>v3


*The spirit pauses, and you feel the Astral Prism stir. Ansur senses the Emperor's presence within it.*


They <i>do</i> seem a bit short-handed.


Dodge


Did you see the bloke who ran through here? Either mad or drunk. Maybe both.


But first - Geraldus. Does your mother still own that farm in the Dalelands?


This curse subverts all that is good in nature.


Oh gods, I don't want to die! Not yet!


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


He will try to bind your brutality, to make you spin the suffering for his noose.


Scout... Harper...


I win! I <i>always </i>win, in the end.


Surge!


It will be hard to improve upon what you have already done - I am a great admirer of what you did with the bard's left carotid artery.


Come on then, hookbait. I want to get this over with quick...


I wonder which of Ettvard's rings you kissed to get such a glowing write-up in the Mouth.


Let's see what knowledge your labours have borne so far.


*Your power spikes, banishing the urge to laugh in an instant.*


Hee! Hee! Splendid jest, Master.


Might be worth checking Arfur's donations - looks like his generosity's compromised.


I'd give you a map of the temple and wish you a happy funeral, but my mate Brian kept hold of it like his own todger. Goblins made short of the fat old chunk.


Vos curo!<br>v3


Cudo!


Didn't work. Need to try a different sequence.


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


It cannot be helped. Come.


Which of our brothers and sisters will survive the onslaught, do you think?


You will bloody our hands, <i>He</i> will make us whole.


But what's this about a 'hot hammer'? Doesn't make a lick of sense.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


Isn't it so, that every time you speak as you cast a spell, you're endeavouring to call upon Mystra?


Weapon blueprints? Looks like this sussur bark might come in handy.


Victory<br>


Fire might cleanse the wood-rot - but to little end, if you must burn down the forest entire.


Where is he hiding? TELL ME.


I should've closed my eyes.


Lorroakan - the wizard who set out the contract. He owns this place. And his little pageboy inside knows how to get to him.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


Glad I came out of the Mermaid when I heard the fracas. I wouldn'a missed this for the <i>world</i>!


Thou latrine-loving leper!


No, you were a piece of shit. And you're still a piece of shit.


*You've picked up a few pleasant memories on your journey, amongst your struggles.*


Useless. Those ogres are long gone by now.


To call you 'Master' brings me shame.


Don't waste a step.


The Oak Father must have blessed you to make it this far, or another eye above.


You might have the manners of an imp, but you have a noble heart. Thank you.


NO!


Nonsense. Ravings. You've strayed, girl - you've failed Lady Shar's mission and allowed ambition to rot your mind.


No! Our so-called <i>kin </i>fled the moment their tails were in danger!


A relic of my people. An ancient one. Curious, that the one Voss wants me to free should live inside it.


Perhaps it's some artist trying to make a statement.<br>


Welcome to the House of Grief. Are you here to be Unburdened?


Our enemies are everywhere.


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


Got it.


Ignore them, Boo. Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.


If Cazador had become what he intended to be, he could have torn this city apart. Thanks to you, that won't happen.


BreathRecovery<br>var 2


Really? Oh, this is wonderful!


How dare you! What in the hells is all of this?


I suppose that, at least, I can help with.


You mistake efficiency and strategy for cowardice. It will be your last mistake.


Malleus! v3


Empty. Good.


I would not want to be on the receiving end...


Begone, pox-faced loon.


Snore
zzZzz
v2


We have to find Halsin before it's too late. I doubt these goblins care much for their prisoners' welfare.


Speaking of, from where I'm standing it looks like you and Shadowheart are getting more... <i>familiar</i>.


Hells... something just woke up down here.


Then enter Candulhallow's Tombstones. Announce your intention - to become an Unholy Assassin. A vessel for Lord Bhaal.


But this one - this one I toy with. I slice, I tear, and when the time is right, I will <i>bite its head off and bathe in its innards.</i>


Let me perfect you.


An eyepatch. Wonder who it belongs to - or <i>belonged</i> to.


Pigeon feathers! From one of the postmaster's fallen soldiers?


Inficio!


A-are they gone?


Let me give you a hand.


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


... book... disguised ... by magic...


Never thought I'd be fighting alongside a mind flayer! But I'll fight with you. With <i>magic</i>.


Just like old times.


Voco vineae!


Veni et iuva me!<br>v2


<i>Tsk'va! </i>It's not safe here!


Note this trunk of lies.


The <i>stench</i>. I wonder how many pilgrimages to Moonrise ended down here.


You will live, Karlach! It will take some time to restore your muscles to their former glory, but Minsc and Boo shall train with you, every day!


Lady Shar may have blessed you, but I know you're still the same little girl who had nightmares about wolves.


How flaccid is my foolish foe.


Er... Lovely day for it, isn't it?


Why wonder, when we can find out for ourselves?


I doubt a fight against them would go your way.


Nothing personal, but Boo does not like the look of you.


Stupid spawn. Only toys for master.


*Such a generous individual could never be up to no good. Your donation is gratefully received. *


Ah, the True Soul who saved poor, lost Nere from his mistakes.


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


A bit of patience is all I ask.


A friend in need.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Don't lift a pinkie! I have been waiting to open the door for you.


Awake and alert.


They're hunting you. They want the artefact. They'll stop at nothing to take it from you.


Looks like it siphons power from anyone lying in that cradle. Wonderful.


Sit. Only then may we begin.


Hag turned me... to stone. Stopped the... spread.


List of names. Lorgan's crossed off. Hit list, maybe?


A strange coin. I wonder what it's worth.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


You say that now, but you haven't met Uktar's enforcer Elliott.


She won. She has a taste for it now. She'll be the one who comes to me.


Voss will be pleased with our progress. Come, to the underground. We must show him the Orphic Hammer.


Listen here.


You <i>bloody</i> well -


Seems like Ketheric's wife loved him very deeply. No accounting for taste.<br>


Hope it doesn't see us.


Gotta respect these gith. They don't fool around.


Heh.


I will see you again, my love. I'm not sure how, but if I know anything, it's that death isn't always the end.


Eat this, you pile of junk!


You are <i>Hshar'lak</i>. And still you speak my name.


It senses something, doesn't it? I'll keep my guard up.


Effort v9


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


Looks like this is the woman who tried to blackmail the brewer.


That's... pretty nice. Never thought about it like that. But now I will.


I owe you a debt, it seems. You've saved me from worse than the duergar.


Dying Freezing to Death


I sense you are ready... Embrace your fate. Face Lady Orin at the altar. Yes, yes, <i>yes.</i>


Karlach got lusty at the party, didn't she?


It does sound unsettling. Losing control is one thing, but losing your mind? That's something else entirely.


But -


I have to hurry.


... door... locked... trapped... fire...


I almost pity the Underdark for what you have released upon it.


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


Waaaaah.


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


Mind flayer's dead - the imps killed it.


If you wish it, our paths need not cross again. I'm hunting a vampire spawn, and it is a little too bright for you to be my prey.


Me? I wish.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v3


Risum teneatis?


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


If you're looking for a soft bed and warm fire, I have a cell that would suit you perfectly.


Ugh.


Hells, the entire place is collapsing!


Unless you've got any spare silver ingots, you can piss right off.


Shit. Why?


*You clench your eyes tight and leap into darkness. And like always, Mizora follows closely behind.*


Hah! Adorable. But your timing is awful.


Coliar, Karpri, Anadia... So many worlds still to travel. One day.


One and the same.


He <i>wouldn't</i>. But if he honestly thinks I'd believe that, well... I suppose I've driven him to desperation.


Find yourself a stage, why don't you? Always bloody drama with you.


Well I didn't seek your service, did I?


A little magic never hurt.


Vicious gith. Murderous druids. I've had enough!


Master is most generous with his meat-gifts. The rot is only skin-shallow. The kicks he gives, most earned.


Or a sign that She has abandoned me.


I <i>will</i> crush you. I'm just being charitable.


Isobel cleared this place, and he just... appeared. We think he was staying at the inn when the curse fell - which means he's been trapped inside for a century.


Six months is a trifle - you'd barely read through a single bookcase in Candlekeep in such a time.


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


So githyanki undergarments. Very fashionable.


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


<i>I have been your salvation from the very beginning.</i>


You have my thanks. Your service will not be forgotten.


<i>Dame Aylin! Lend me your sword!</i>


None escape <i>these</i> fangs.


Then we would choose revenge. We would see Cazador Szarr's legacy burned to nothing, and all vampires driven from Baldur's Gate.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


Thou inglorious hog.


I, erm... 'Dror Ragzlin, umtumptous, Dror Ragzlin, erm...'


As I said, it's a drastic measure. But the survival of the grove is paramount.


*You quiver in spite of yourself. Lae'zel's shouts to the Astral Plane, seeking an answer. And before long, she has one.*


You'll find traders in the entrance hall. Absolute draws coin as well as pilgrims, eh?


Or maybe you don't.


Lava's not supposed to explode, I don't think. Something's igniting it.


Arabella?


*The man's mind is a stream of fragmented thoughts - each brushed away by another before it can take purchase...*


We won't tax your hospitality too long, Nine-Fingers. I'm searching for Minsc of Rashemen.


Closed Mouth Effort v3


A most grievous error. In that case, fetch me a bowl of sunfish-head stew.


Hehe.


Tempestas!


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


Standing side-by-side, even against such intimidating odds - how could we not?


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


Someone's in agony. Coming from beneath the windmill.


We will not betray Father Murmath. We will never leave him!


No... this isn't right...


Quiet.


The hag's doing. It has to be.


*There is a beautiful blush on her cheeks that was never there while she was alive.*


Caution... hesitation. You fear power, even when it is offered freely. Would you waste the Absolute's gifts as well?


Virtus et scientia!<br>v3


There's a darkness surrounding it - I can't do anything while it's there.


And I also know it doesn't matter. Sure, some will read it - but you're no dead duke. You're old news. To be forgotten.


My son! Together, there is no army we cannot conquer and no wrong we cannot right.


Hmm. A challenging sum. The chimera has three heads... but does it still count as one?


<i>Nnngh!</i>


The General has descended from his chapel.


They look like scribes, despite the weapons. No wonder they're dead.


Enemies afoot.


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 2


Option two. I break your pact, and you are freed from your duty. Your father remains dead, and Baldur's Gate loses its greatest champion.


The darkness has consumed it. Better leave it be.


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


I am.


Night night, mummy. Love you.


Foul play afoot or tragic accident? The Baldur's Mouth investigates.


If I was that slave, I'd be tempted to add a dash of something poisonous to their drinks.


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


Hmmm.


Bathe in blood and ruin.


*You will claw back the truth, but first you have to claw your way out of here.*


Blood everywhere. This camp was ambushed.


It's time to<i> feast.</i>


A pod for every victim. Disgusting.


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


Esto perpetua!


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


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


His staff controls everything... If you can get it, maybe you can free us...


Thanks. I'll need it.


'Goblins... were... of... rare... gem-coloured... hue... and... wielded... magic... blowguns...' Right!


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 3


Say farewell, Isobel.


Something's off about this one. On your guard.


Keep them at bay until the spell is complete!


What a strange looking doll.


You deserve better. You deserve the <i>best</i>. I wish I could give it to you for the rest of your life, but I swear it for the rest of mine.


Ale me!<br>v3


Perhaps it can be reasoned with, but I'm not hopeful. Reason is not something that thrives amidst the shadow curse.


What the... this stuff is everywhere.


You chose. You die with them.


<i>My old home - we're close by. It would be good to see it again. Look for a ladder up.</i>


Defying a goddess, Gale? Bold, but Mystra was never worthy of your love.


Undercover, no doubt. Carrying out the Absolute's will. Oh, Sazza - you have made a <i>grave</i> error.


His invitation... in the atelier.


If I must.<br>


Impero te!<br>v2


Looks like there was a struggle here.


Who knows what that corpse-botherer will have in store for us.


This belonged to a merregon - one of Hell's footsoldiers.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


Got yourself in trouble?<br>


The glass feels... warm?