If I can put noblestalk on the shelves, it might allow us to hang on a little longer.


This is no githyanki relic. It must do something else.


Closed Mouth Effort


Two steps ahead as always.


All right!


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


Aye, in the shallows. But the curse don't care 'bout some itty bitty light once you get deeper. But don't worry, boss - we've got a guide.


An astral projection...? Cunning of her. Not to mention untrusting.


PainPretend<br>var 3


Oh, my hand slipped.


You may still reclaim your oath. So long as you are willing to pay.


What a crude teleportation mechanism. But it's a simple way to the Underdark.


Veiled in shadow.


Quiet as a moonbeam.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


*Belch.*


I've got <i>you </i>figured out! You're a spy for the Absolute, like I am!


<i>Open your mind to it. Its latent potential will do the rest.</i>


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Mum said Crimson the dilophosaurus looks sick, but <i>I</i> think he's fine.


Alive again! Sceleritas always comes back. He could never leave his odious liege!


I suppose... Yes. Yes, revenge I can do.


*Freedom. Friends. Life. A time after Bhaal.*


Nothing. There must be some way to light them.


Well! These must be important birds indeed, Mr Dekarios. Forgive me for feasting on their bodies and bones so very voraciously.


DisagreeClosed<br>var 3


What is this?


I don't give a <i>mrag</i> about me. It's my daughter I'm worried about.


I'd swear that ox's gaze is following me.


Hello, bored, I'm your mother.


The Watcher will communicate with our new intelligence directorate. They'll determine if you're a threat to the city.


Run. HIDE!


Looks like a githyanki, if the armour is anything to go by.


She's heartless. <i>Delicious.</i>


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


Hopefully the Mouth'll print a couple less fluff pieces about Gortash now he's shuffled off permanently.


You confound me, Wyll. You have all the illustrious iniquities of a warlock, and you choose to impress your partner with dancing?


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Easy! She's with me.


Hah - now there is a phrase Jaheira has never uttered. But no.


We can't stay, but we'll be slaughtered if we leave - we're no fighters.


Quick thinking! At least there's a silver lining to having yourself horribly scarred for life.


Something caught your eye, then? Careful - most of my wares can take an eye right out.


It is done - now Thaniel will be whole again. I could not have done this without you, my friend.


Those noisy Steel Watchers are gone at last!


Now please, just... leave me be.


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


Well. Flo didn't tell a lie. She said you'd find me, and here you are. Karlach, isn't it?


We're raised to fear the drow, but you've earned your place here. I'll make sure everyone here knows that.


That thing doesn't look too happy to be free.


You'd toss me aside over this?


I'm... tired. Reckon I'll take a break. Go... off duty for a while.


Fine. Perhaps it is for the best that your thoughts stay hidden. I may not know what I am, but I know what I want.


Broken minds can heal just as well as broken bones.


More of the mind flayers' pets.


I question the wisdom of that decision.


The Prism! You've had it this whole time, you rat.


<i>Vlaakith cannot un-make she who no longer exists.</i>


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v2


On your feet.


*Your innocence is quickly established. Whoever committed this heinous act, it wasn't you.*


We need to end this quickly - before the shadows break through again.


First their possessions, then their lives.


I do not share. That is not drama - that is pride. You might want to find some of your own.


We shall carry the day.


That's enough outta you.


They named Gortash Archduke yet?


No prayers needed. On my way.


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


No. You have to stop her. Do it! Now!


*You've heard of this provision - better known as the 'You First' clause.*


You are infected? Grotesque.


StrugglingTeeth<br>var 3


Quiet.


First in my heart.


I can help.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v3


I seek not promises, my friend, but deeds worthy of your prodigious talents.


*In Mizora's infernal embrace, you are lost to Malbolge. Her flesh is an endless landscape of craggy hills and deep valleys to survey.*


Heh. No harm gettin' the buggers off their arses, eh?


You still make it sound so beautiful.


<i>You're telling the truth.</i>


Vos curo!<br>v2


*Your tadpole-free mind has caused upset. And you're about to suffer the consequences.*


Only kisses. But sweet as honey mead, every last one.


<i>For now.</i>


Thou dawdlest while time is precious. Let us speak.


It looks boring and suspiciously shallow. Is there a false bottom?


I pray you will succeed where we failed. Exterminate every last vampire parasite.


And Toobin, my old friend. Terribly sorry, but I spotted your daughter floating in the harbour. By the looks of it, she wasn't bobbing for apples.


Your charming companion would call it a crèche. But it was built on what remained after the githyanki slaughtered all of the monks. I'd call it a murderous training camp.


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


I daresay the experiment has proven most fruitful, too. I'll be happy to share my findings... once we've found somewhere safe to parley.


Because... I'm not. I swear.


Torre!


What a waste. She was a powerful specimen.


Tsk. I hate seeing Shadowheart suffer like this. All for doing the right thing.


How kind of you to do so exactly as I ordered you to, even after you refused. You're a better pawn than you claim to be.


Pus-supping maggot.


Resisto ignem!


Glowing eyes are rarely a good sign. Best be careful.


No screw too loose, no door too unhinged. My tools can fix anything!


Part of a ring. Looks like it combines with that other broken piece from before.


You are correct. I have no idea what any of that was about. But we shall simply - <i>GAH!</i>


I can't even see a lock to pick.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


*The book's index reveals corpse roses may grow near tombs, mausoleums, and particularly redolent cadavers.*


Amicus animalis!


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


Stuck fast. I'll help.<br>


I still have my duty. Now step back, I know how to use this bow.


Bah! It looks like a drow, but it speaks like a beast.


Always nice to be wanted.<br>


Some kind of tank?


Enchanted? Nice.


Are they? Oh, gods.


As a halfling's hoof, I should hope.


And if it can, a parasite will keep its host fat, happy, and safe. Until it is finished feeding, at least. Am I comforting you? I am not comforting myself.


Lady Orin misjudged the weight of Bhaal's favour. So have you, spawn of Murder.


Time was I'd have given my right arm for a chance to speak with Mystra again. The left one too. Maybe a knee...


No bleeding out on my watch.


*Baldur's Gate is your home, and you are its servant, relentless in your pursuit of the greatest good. You would sooner die by Mizora's hand than endanger the city.*


We have the keyword. Now we should return to the Archive without drawing undue attention to ourselves.


So you wish to be a god, Gale? You know the wizard Irenicus attempted the same thing, by leeching divine blood from a Bhaalspawn.


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


Just waiting to venture forth here.


What do I have to lose?


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


I didn't ask for you to say a damn thing - keep out of it!


Blasted little thing slipped my grasp...


Is this really the best time?


Then we'll deal with it! It can't be worse than everything else we've faced.


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


Interesting jewellery. Certainly not from around here.


Splendid!


We are unstoppable. I feel like we could conquer the hells.


<i>Urk. The world's spinnin'... Heh. The stones look alive, all wriggly. Damn, this is some good beer.</i>


<i>You would free the githyanki, and risk everything we've worked towards.</i>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Shit, she's dead. Got... to... keep... moving...


That explains... a great deal, although I suppose her true allegiances no longer matter.


This establishment's dues have been paid in full. See you soon, Mister Marvin Hudd.


So this is where Moonrise dumps its waste.


I will not leave you behind.


I am the one who asks the questions. She is the one who answers. You are the one who remains silent.


Of course I want to be rich - but not if it'll get me killed.


We're runnin' out of time. They're gonna murder me!


Pa'vrylk! I feel it in me.


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


Falling<br>ver 1


Slay your doubt, and nothing can stop you. Not a demon, not a dragon, and certainly not an illithid worm.


And on a personal note, thank you. That was positively <i>divine. </i>


*You will bow your head for Grand Duke Stelmane - and the countless other victims of Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric, the Dead Three's chosen.*


Victory v3


Glad to see you haven't gone down the tadpole-slorping route yet. We still don't know if that visitor has our best interests in mind.


Do not look upon me.


If you're here to report something, don't bother - the Fist don't give a damn.


What luck. Look here, <i>hoon</i> - I seek fresh eyes. Care to lend yours to a weary mason?


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


For once, the goblins' decorations are an improvement.


But - but the goblins said I must stay here. Or they'll cut me. <i>Kill </i>me.


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


Nere's dead. You want a medal, or a chest to pin it on?


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Magis amica veritas!<br>v3


Nothing but char.


That is a relief, because I thought you had allowed a devil to enjoy your body. A body that belongs to <i>me</i>.


Argh - didn't work.<br>


What in the Hells - are they plants?


Better wait 'til the hubbub's died down.


Drugnin' <i>Brithvar. I'm lost without him. He'd have this </i>jargh<i> pissin' with fear.</i>


Maledicte es!<br>v2


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


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


Victory v4


Away, eye-watering stench!


Lady... Orin... awaits you... <i>Yes...</i>


You want yer teeth knocked in? I can do that.


Effort


...you survived longer than I expected without me to aid you.


Oh, how sweet! I used to sneak out to play this with the Lower City kids.


Resisto mortem!


Bloodshed by day, bloodshed by night. What a jolly bloody life we lead.


No! Brother, please!


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


Recovered


I suggest you turn around - we're closing the shop for the day.


We... can't help everyone. Even if we want to.


No, it's staying right there.


I am surrounded by <i>madness.</i>


Truly? Then you're made of sterner stuff than I, friend.


Oh <i>gods</i>, not another protestor...


The purple seam indeed. You then have access to the letter and the flute. Continue.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Something feels... off about this tree.


<i>New, heroic clientele may be visiting the Blushing Mermaid, dear readers. </i>


It's not your fault - I can hardly expect you to understand. But nor will I relinquish this chance because you are unwilling to imagine a world where I succeed.


We've a shop in Baldur's Gate. The locals go mad for it.


Locked up already. An inauspicious welcome to Baldur's Gate.


*You can hear how weak your voice is. So can he, but he doesn't care. He's long past caring.*


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


*The cub becomes more agitated, running into the forest with a squawk.*


Use the tadpole, assimilate Orpheus. This is our only choice.


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


The blade. It's powerful. Ooh, I can practically taste it.


Threats, huh? The stones on you. Have it your way.


Speak! Have you killed my queen's enemy?


<i>Dear Ansur -</i>


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


Finally get to live out my rogue-ish fantasies down here.


Victory<br>


You seem overburdened with hangers-on already.


You had every choice. You were becoming illithid. I offered you merciful death; you chose to fight.


Heavier than it looks. Wouldn't be very comfortable.


Cruel-looking blade. Must be githyanki.<br>


My kin wield their spears formidably. It would be foolish to provoke battle with them now.


Urgh. Even animals think I'm terrible. I <i>want </i>to finish this song, but I can't - nothing fits, you know?


But not <i>you</i>.


Now if there's more to discuss, then bloody well come in. And wipe your boots.


Nothing.


No - forget it. We must ready ourselves for battle. There are imps blocking our path.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


And it must be the reason nobody could heal you.


Oh, I'll die today. That much I'm sure of. But I'll do it here, on my own terms. Leave me.


Consider it done.


Since when?!


You have the Netherstones - they resonate with my own.


*Ragzlin's thoughts roil, then still. Your words will be his.*


Curious. I could never quite tell if she was proud of them or not.


Balduran and his bewinged friend looking over the city. Yes, yes - but when do they <i>fight</i>?


Yet you sowed chaos at my Iron Throne. You blatantly mocked the terms of my bargain.


D'ya see? I killed ten of 'em, without even droppin' me mug.


The foundry's a wreck! There's nothing left to guard! Can we deliver our goods to the docks now?


In nocte consilium!<br>v3


Ah! I can't!


It's too late for Wulbren. For me. But not for others. Nor for you.


*The rat bristles with an offended hiss.*


Well, death never stopped me before. I don't know why it should now.


Ah, lots of stones and waves this time!


No - it cannot be.


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Your little indisposition has not been able to get rid of <i>what's on the inside</i>. The evil in your rotten heart.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(FastSpeed)
v3


Don't look at me! Those druids are out for blood.


No matter. We both survived, for now.


As many as Lady Jannath desires. So keep cooking!


Rank, malodorous pustule.


Brine. That's what they use for those... those <i>parasites</i>.


This must've been where they imprisoned Halsin.


Ah-ah - we haven't earned our rest just yet.<br>


A necklace in honour of the Moonmaiden. Beautiful.


You wouldn't hurt me, would you? We're mates, me and you. Practically family!


Blars, the plum bubbles may have gone to my head, but I guess it's time to tell you.


I'm glad you feel the same. We should do everything we can to tilt the odds in our favour. That's what I wanted to talk to you about.


I guess you need this.


If she indeed is a True Soul, let the Absolute save her.


Ut ventus!<br>v2


We are begging help from you? An outsider?


*Breaking things is a lot of fun. What's less fun is when their owner threatens to call the guards.*


Effort v11


Listen!


It doesn't seem so long ago that Minthara would have sought to kill us, and now we've welcomed her along. We're nothing if not magnanimous.


Anyway, um, Karlach how'd you learn to fight?


*A fierce thing, burning with potential - it feels your burden, your strife. It wants to evolve you.*


Don't I? We both left this land with a half-victory in hand at most - but only one of us settled for it.


Now Mr Dekarios - you know I'm as cynical about Mystra's recent behaviour as the next tressym, but if she's reached out to you like this, it must be important.


The <i>ghaik</i> is gone. We must waste no more time.


First you look, then you touch, then you take!


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


<i>I too feel some... warmth at your presence.</i>


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Hope we made the right choice. <br>


There will be time to talk when all of this is done.


A fine choice.


There must be more, wherever they came from.


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


<b>-- we  -shall - see - </b>


Be welcome, cleric of Laduguer. All faithful are accepted here, no matter their deity's proclivities.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


What comes next?


Congratulations, your grace. A position like that comes with a lot of wealth and luxury.


A githyanki. Head removed. They tortured her for information, then made sure the corpse couldn't help anyone else...


I've been threatened with the sharp end of a dagger before, but never with such a monster as Orin holding the blade.


Let's have a peek inside.


In their blood I shall be reborn, free to walk in the sun's rays. Free from sanguinary hunger. And free to crush any who stand against me with merciless power.


Whatever it's called, it's impressive. And it tastes <i>great</i>.


*Your bad behaviour caught this guard's eye. What do you have to say?*


Hells!


((*the Rot is cleansed*))


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


<i>Dos orn el, ghil lu'nin.</i>


There was a time when my hamster counted every bootprint that I left behind me, whether it was in snow, mud, or evil's backside.


I read that young mage Rolan is the new manager of Sorcerous Sundries! I don't usually go for the horned type, but, oh my!


Oh, stop complaining. Boo gets by with less blood than that.


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


Then let's go digging.


Bhaal has never had a more gifted prodigy.


We know how this story truly ends. With the death of the prince, and a throne left unchallenged.


Victory v2


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


You're right. But the work is not yet done - not while Ketheric Thorm still draws breath.


Imagine eating all these before murdering people for Shar. Kinda sick, kinda fascinating.


I can whittle up a good stake in no time if the mood takes me.


Do not dwell on Shadowheart's fate. We are equally mighty without her.


*A black abyss so deep no light can reach its bottom. To what dire purposes have the Sharrans put this very convenient pit?*


I wonder what'll happen to this place now...?


You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!


No - I won't accept this. This cannot be the path's end!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


My, my. Well I'll say this for the Bonecloaks - they know their mushrooms.


Intactilis sum!


You're not wrong. I wish you were.


Don't make me hold your hand now.


But it's gone - I can think clearly. The hag - no. Ethel is finally dead, isn't she?


I'm not ignoring you - I just see no evidence of your rather outlandish claim.


Voco glacies!


I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that.


I... I can't feel it. That ache in my stomach, that hunger - it's gone.


Will tonight <i>at last </i>be the night I die during an act of pleasure?


Go lightly; I spot a trap.


A military fortress, perhaps. An odd sight in these dim caverns.


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


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 2


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


Vile, disgusting...


Ah! There you are. This is Aylin. Aylin, this is -


Voss is waiting. It's time we end his misery.


Yeah. Some arse-wipe changed it.


Let my name be known!


These must be the secret tunnels Lorgan was using... His name's written next to them.


...Goodbye.


As tempting a proposition as that is, our fortunes remain intertwined so long as we're still infected. We've no choice but to stick together.


They'll pay... Absolute... will make them pay...


You have been a prodigal young Master.


Shadows and heretics, Majesty. But they won't stop us. They can't stop us.


You owe me.


You're a... you're a True Soul?


You're going to get us killed!


Through the aid of a diabolist, somebody capable of opening a portal to the Hells. Deep in the Hells.


But what do I get for all my hard work? A pat on the head and vinegar for wine.


Factions, nobles, politicians - he had information on everyone. If he'd ascended, the city would have been his in a tenday.


Steady on, soldier. Ahh. That's the stuff.


You're a True Soul... M-my mistake, madame.


The butcher calls.


Gith warriors?! Gods, what hasn't this thing swallowed.


We're done when I say we're done.


Did you not hear what I said? Turn back. It's not safe.


You ever tried shitting an iron helmet? No? <i>Amateur.</i>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


What?


Tread carefully. We are very close to the source of the Absolute now. That telepathic storm has become a tempest.


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


Oh. All right. Well - good night. I had a great time with you. <i>Really </i>great. I... hope you did too.


A handy little trick.


It is unfortunate we live in times of battle - but I'm glad to see the Lord of War's followers grace our lowly tabernacle. Be welcome.


It's... it's too late. Look at him.


Effort v3


That corpse is tainted by the shadows, no doubt. Best avoided.


<i>Moon reminds me of your grace... All the love I can't repay... Rest and know that I will pray... Farewell, my dear old friend...</i>


Hurt Critical<br>var3


What, exactly, was the point of that?


Madam, tell me... you said... she was... ah... taken from a tavern?


*You are the Blade of Frontiers, racing through the wastes of Avernus. Just ahead, a diabolical figure - red skin, single curled horn - blazes with flame, bloodied greataxe held high.*


LEAVE.


I am. It's been days since my family slept under a roof - so thank you.


Ethel, show them what you're made of!


ClosedMouth Effort v2


*Honoured Commander Harold Loggerson. Killed by deceitful followers of Bhaal. We will not let this happen again.*


Thank you. Do you think you could trust me just a little further?


Snore
zzZzz
v2


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


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Carefully, now...


Do not approach the egg, <i>istik</i>! It is strictly forbidden.


What an evening! Don't forget to retract all retractables!


The world spits on those partial to devils. I'm hardly a prime catch.


You reckon right. Maybe for the best though. My singing is worse than demonic screeching.


Any other 'cure' might be offered is a lie. Cast it from your mind.


Glad to have an ally.


Why do <i>you</i> want it? You lot don't even lay eggs! Let me have it - I'll make it worth your while.


I suppose we must greet the local wild-life. The Guildhall is awash with ale-scented gossip at the best of times.


Eh. Nah!


We can't just let Orin take one of our own - even if it's Lae'zel. We have to rescue her... or kill Gortash in order to win her freedom.


My apologies. I'm not quite myself just yet. I had the strangest dream last night. A visitor came to me, a vision of unparalleled beauty and power.


Have to keep going.


You hear? M'lady says Absolute's army's on the march. Those Watchers will hold the line, you best believe.


... but all I saw... was <i>death</i>... so I ran... ran here...


We'll take it.


Her assassins hunt you even now. They are very efficient killers. Even someone with your talents should take heed.


Can't. Got nothing to give. Maybe if you came to see me after, in Baldur's Gate...


All right there, mate? Yeah, you're all right.


Can feel the Absolute pullin' me flesh back togevver. Tickles.


Let me see what can be done.


Better get you out of there.<br>


I'm Cazador's doom.


On my honour.


True Soul, no less. What do you think, Kur - should we take Nere's debt off them?


Gently does it...


Here - free of charge. Consider it a public service on my part.


That we have space to spare if she needs it. Aye, I passed it on.


Effort_Mouth_Closed<br>Var 2


Good. Then seek me out, when you have time. I'm hoping to find some place I can settle down and stay close to my parents. Somewhere quiet, where they can find peace, and gaze at the night sky...


I'll get to see them again, hold 'em again, 'cause of you. I - I ain't got not way to repay you.


Do not trifle with that moon witch or her trinkets. Only trouble will follow.


A True Soul. Why would one of our queen's blessed walk with Harpers?


Precisely.


It's nothing, trust me. Interesting choice of camp we have here, isn't it? Peaceful.


No, no, NO! I'm the Lord of Murder, ME!


*In all your years living in the palace, this is the first time you've ever seen this antiquated elevator.*


<i>I shall need to find nourishment elsewhere. There is nothing left here but broken vessels.</i>


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


Thought you were a True Soul - didn't figure you'd off Nere.


*You feel different - <i>powerful</i>. Your strength and intellect enhanced. Your mind braced to survive.*


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Obedi me!


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!


Looks like a Magic Mouth spell. That voice probably belongs to someone long gone.


I'll be damned - I can feel the light clear down to my bones.


I wasn't going to hurt you! I just needed - well, blood.


<i>You have arrived at an optimal time. Collapse is imminent, and there are hostages in need of aid. </i>


Home, to Baldur's Gate. This isn't over yet.


Unfortunately, I won't be here when he comes around. I'm heading to Baldur's Gate, to seek reinforcements.


Perhaps you've misplaced it? I'll be here should you find it again.


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


*The creature is disturbed, its breath quickened by anger and fear.*


Peri!


The woman with the artefact. At least she's at peace.


I'd hoped she could tell us where she took the dowry.


*You notice the tressym guards a shiny ring and stack of letters at its feet.*


Turns out the people around him were better than him. Guess he got what was coming to him.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v4


Ugh - what a horrid sight that was.


You are a fit specimen. You might wield a silver sword of your own, should Vlaakith be so generous.


You know I can stab you in your sleep, right?


What in the hells is that thing?


Stultissime!


Good riddance. We were fishing on the river when we saw the crash.


That won't keep my blade from your throat if you continue to disappoint me.


Oh for Gods' sake.


The glass feels... warm?


Well, when we zapped in, we didn't <i>know</i> there were religious zealots marching on the city. Slight inconvenience, that. But they're no threat to us.


Caedo!


Oh, it's everywhere. You ruined a perfectly good snack.


It has. And a pleasure, a privilege, a tale for the ages, and if I'm being honest... the very best time I've had in my entire life.


We have tried to save our children once already, attacking Cazador Szarr's palace at first light. Even then, it was too well defended.


To the city, True Soul! The waiting's done.


...This is a terrible idea. You know that, yes?


Poor thing. He must still be tired.<br>


Augh. This tastes like a rothé's breath smells.


Plenty left to see.


Questions, Lae'zel? You seem to be lost in thought.


Come on. Up.


Hm. Perhaps not - your face is rather <i>bland.</i>


That ritual. A common growth spell, but... <i>altered</i>, somehow.


*The presence pushes back against your intrusion, expanding to occupy every inch of Minthara's mind - until you are forced out.*


Perhaps you would hazard a guess as to why the mob turned on me?


I lead. You follow.


On my way.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v4


Thank you.


*Unknown Child and her dog, who stood watch over her grave. May they be reunited in Ilmater's grace.*


Torre!


You are the infected one, child? Sit, ra'stil. Let the zaith'isk end your suffering.


They might've cleaned them up, but I can still smell those fish creatures. Worse than feeling seasick.


We danced, we made a connection. And you severed it for a single bite of the Hells.


Light on my feet.


Maybe if I were a halfling.


Gods. You've made me the happiest soul in all the Realms.


Let me see to that for you.


Understood. Your will is strong, and I would have it no other way.


Lapis root? Saffa? Rare to see these so far north.


And look at that statue.


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


Lae'zel. You're not really the type for idle chatter. Don't develop the habit now.


The hag's doing. It has to be.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


That's up to you.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


LaughterMockingMedium<br>var 3


A moment to plan.


My father won again. He always wins - it's super boring. Why aren't you funny, saer?


We need each other, and we both know what's at stake. I can't think of better company.


Enchanted? Nice.


Wouldn't head into the main hall, if I were you. Z'rell and Ketheric are working on some poor worm.


There's no end to these bloody things.


You tempt me to break my oath, whelp.


My, my - is it me, or do I see a bit of flush in those cheeks?


Careful. There are traps about.


Don't you wanna see the dryad? Or the djinni?


I'm sleepin'.


But fine. If you're determined to ruin your evening, I won't stop you.


Better enjoyment than regret.


Day seven: a mind flayer is born.


Ignore dumb and dumber. They'd jump down a well if they though there was gold at the bottom.


Baldur's Gate...


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v2


It's broken, but not too badly.


I will sing her name in the streets, and you will bring her prayers to those suffering two legs instead of four.


Mighty words. Yet -


Hear, hear, my good True Soul!


Quiet.


Shadowheart hoped to share her heart with you - what little of it she understands well enough to share.


I can do anything with this. Not from here, anyway.


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


Now now, darling. Let's not be <i>rude</i>...


You should leave, before my hands are forced.


*Quarantine - Plague Ship. Do not enter.*


Hm. We have a visitor. At ease. Miklaur - you may go.


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


Words alone are not enough. Permit me to show you. Please, close your eyes a moment.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a Nightfall ritual. Eating and drinking your fill before sacrificing an innocent to Shar... I've missed these.


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


Mum used to tell me about Minsc of Rashemen. Now I've got a story for <i>her</i>.


A long march through dark, unfriendly lands. I don't envy them.


Well done making it out alive.


Non compos mentis!<br>v3


Also some fruit cake - that never goes off.


Fresh water. There must be a settlement somewhere nearby.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Come here... please!<br>


Sol Invictus!<br>v2


My past isn't exactly a happy story.


On my way.


To the undercity. Voss deserves to know the Hammer is ours.


Like you lot care what happens to us.


I'm on my way.


What have you <i>done</i>?!


I won't go on without you.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


A goblin we captured yesterday. I'm going to kill it.


We were still a family, in that room. Suffering. Enduring. But we did not give up. Your mother and I swore we would see the look of recognition in your eyes once again. And we did.


It shall be done.


You're really not big on social graces, are you? I can tell.


We gotta eat. Better run. Better git. Or it'll be you.


A gnoll, perhaps? No. Something bigger.


With my aid, you are adequate.


Huh. Haven't seen that game in years.


Little better... You're nice.


Intact, sealed, and full of those godsdamn tadpoles. Urgh.


Ain't all got ten legs!


Well, perhaps there was a smidge of doubt. I do come with my complications.


Gaerdal help me - how about a club? A <i>hammer</i>? Hurry!


Dodge
v2


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


I've made a powerful ally today.


I'm sure it was. Though I can't imagine convincing Isobel to come to the Towers was an easy feat.


What is this liquid?


An exile she was, and an exile she remains. With neither home nor god, she is a matriarch of none.


Attack<br>var 3


Don't worry, I'll fix you up.


If you have a moment, I'd like your opinion on something.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Dissolve!


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


Who decides what is right? The gods did not care for right and wrong when they dismantled my life piece by piece.


Leave me.


Fake and painted stones. Boring! More bones!


If so, they might have returned to the grove.


Don't be afraid.


Look at all these fools. What are they pulling their money for?


Hm. Next time's the charm?


Can't leave you in the lurch.<br>


General's necromancer... Balthazar...


Looks Sharran. Beautiful but terrifying.


Baldur's Gate may not know it yet, but its fate is bound to ours.


Sweetie, be careful!


Shut it. The boss is 'bout to wake that tentacle thing up.


I have all the required materials, but I need to fire up the forge first.


It's a story about - about Orpheus.


Dame Aylin does not worry; she strategises.


She wronged me. In killing her, you honour our Father with a eulogy of blood.


Hm. Wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.


She could shoot fireworks out of her backside for all I care; the hag has Rina.


*Infirmary. Justice endures, even in suffering.*


They're going to call for help! Stop them!


You'll be stronger than ever.


I have a lot on my mind.


And I will keep refusing until the end of time. I'm done bowing to the whims of others.


And you'll get it. But first we need to sort <i>this</i> out.


Hurt


*Your party is gathered. You are ready - or so you hope.*


Honoured <i>is</i> Minsc! But be warned, jester - none may juggle my hamster but me.


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


So much for the restorative qualities of sleep. I feel positively wretched.


After I left Gortash's gang, I fell into merchantry, as you can see. Met a fella called Gregor. We've been together eight years now. And - Karlach - we've a little one on the way.


But don't you fret. If you survive this place, I'll find you. The pup will be needing me. Count on it.


Crusty rogue.


I suppose there's no point in pretending. These idiots have the book. They mean to hurt Auntie - the best and most beautiful hag in the Realms.


Best help before it gets worse.


Wulbren is the one you want, not I.


Cave circulum!<br>v3


Still in shadow.


Long enough to value discretion.


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


No use digging here.


Dying Deep Exhale


There's still life left in this old thing.


Understandable, when the answer is invariably 'the silver-haired one ate them'.


Crescit eundo!


I've never seen anything like it.


He's done well in clearing the Guild from these tunnels. Perhaps he'll be rewarded - elevated.


I said it a thousand times - those Watchers would fail. Can't say I'm glad to be right.


No more prayers, only silence. Must be lonesome to be a forgotten god.


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


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


DisagreeOpen<br>var 2


Hells. The furniture's gone flying!


Don't want to think about why my eye is itching.


Keep this up an' you'll have blood on your hands!


Not a tadpole to be seen. What have they done with them?


What have we here?


They won't be needing this place again.


Lapis root? Saffa? Rare to see these so far north.


*Her eyes shine with concern and love - that of more than a friend.*


But enough about the wizard. Let's talk about <i>us</i>.


Cheeky little pup. I'll see you later.


Git over there. Surround 'em, like.


Well praying didn't help...


Closed Mouth Effort v11


And that's what the songbook's about. Lost lost, lingering love, never acted on. Never spoken.


... good. I've enough trouble as it is - look at that lot down there.


Hm. Really?


Mystic Carrion is truly banished. He will not trouble this plane again.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


But they don't know about <i>you</i>.


Art thou certain?


*You're used to stares of this nature - not many have seen under-dwellers before.*


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Damned right it should.


Now the watery depths spew out creatures to attack us. What next?


This ain't mine. This ain't mine either. Or that... well, in my bag. Mine now.


Don't worry, we didn't need that 'un anyway.


Friend is a strong word, don't you think?


Gigans!


Whoa. More carnage.


Ha! Take that, you stupid, clunking... whatever you are.


Long before my time, thank goodness. That's not an image I care to dwell on.


The Towers must be close. And finding Moonrise means finding answers.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v2


We shouldn't cause trouble, Omeluum. There are enough threats down here in the Underdark.


Come on. Can't stay idle.


I'm sure your letters will turn up - have patience.


You can't undo the past, Astarion. But you can craft a better future, if you so choose.


This thing's got a double bottom. Old trick.


My pleasure.


Something's hidden in that hay.


It must have been quite a view before the curse.


What... what are you?


Simple, see? But not easy, no. Come back when them fools are done speechin' - you'll see.


Barbarian Roar<br>v2


...Sorry. Rolan snapped too and I didn't like it.


Got to hide. Find someplace safe...


Flo?! What was she doing here?


Moonmaiden's grace. It <i>is</i> you...


Frange!


His mind lingers in the Shadowfell, but perhaps it can be returned. We need to remind him who he is - some personal effects, maybe.


Aye!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


It is small. Angular. Metal. Adorned with <i>tir'su</i> script. Stolen by 'True Soul' heretics.


I would like to test both aspects of your character when next you find yourself alone at night.


Dying Freezing to Death


*Your queen is terrible and mighty as you ever dreamed. It seems unfathomable that she could be afraid of an imprisoned, impotent prince.*


This shall wreak some havoc.


<i>Owh! </i>That smarts.


Ugh - a severed head, daubed in face-paint. Someone took exception to this clown's act.


*A world away, the grip on you tightens - a desperate, drowning thing that pulls you down with it.*


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Don't get blood on my clothes.


The water-wagon is broken.


Impero mortuos!


Perhaps the creatures of the Underdark had a masquerade ball. I'd like to see that.


Seeking... another way... to fight... to win...


You're all right.


...The voice. Oh, gods, the <i>voice</i>. What happened?!


Oi! What have we told you about bloody singing?


Get away from us. <i>Now. </i>


Hope we meet some monsters on the road. I want to <i>practice.</i>


DisagreeClosed<br>var 2


This was not the agreement.


Heh.


Aw, did someone pet you a bit too hard, pup? I thought you liked it!<br>


I'll kiss it better later.


A letter from Orin. Might as well open it up.


I do. But I also know that what I am asking of you is not an easy thing.


You revealed our location? That tongue gets any looser, Rugan, I'll cut it out.


This is needless!


Who cares?


He didn't!


Hm. This fairy ring isn't glowing like the rest.


A bloody ring, unpilfered. The killer is not motivated by wealth.


*The console hums steadily, awaiting command.*


That light - it's protecting me from the curse.


It gave me a tadpole gift, too. Just like it did the first time it appeared. I suppose it hoped this would help.


An unforgivable loss. He'd have made a fine ally.


Fine. I'm in no mood to butt heads with another True Soul.


Corpses. These creatures did battle with duergar.


Morio!


<i>Fool.</i>


<i>Brains?</i>


*Should you transgress again, your efforts to talk yourself out of trouble will be of little use.*


I <i>really</i> liked what the author did with Bedford.


You're not one of 'em goody-do-wells, are you? Urgh, read about it in Baldur's Mouth. Can't stand a lickarse.


She <i>murdered </i>my daughter.


You serve my purpose.


Looks like any regular weapons I have work here too.


That was most of them - time to press on.


Their belief is grounded in loss. Hardly a laughing matter.


<i>Chk</i>. Did you think I'd ask you to join me?


*It cringes in response to your sunny vision.*


*An older man turns his head away in shame. His neighbours would not renounce Selûne - now the hang in the town square.*


*The pleasure of the memory dribbles out of your leaking skull, into the very air...*


Not true. Not even close. Mystra's ways may seem cold, high-handed, tyrannical even. But she is a goddess - her ways are not for mortal reckoning...


Sending a child out there to die? Damned spiteful. Figured you better than that.


Laugh if you dare! Recoil, as you must!


Most would consider us enemies, not friends.


But where will it take us?


That might be worth a look.


And I am no fool.


I suppose so. We don't have much. But we'll scrape together whatever we can.


Vae victis!


Peculiar shape. There may be some other purpose to this...


Are you sure you wish to end the affair so... coldly? Perhaps if you asked, you may find your lover has an open mind.


Mattis also said there's monsters in Moonrise that are bigger than you.


Effort v6


Hells. You look like you've seen a ghost.


But the truth of Bhaal's will remains. Any Bhaalspawn who can kill a Chosen has a hope of becoming the Chosen themselves.


Keep your fangs out of my flesh, and I'll let you keep your head. A fair bargain, I'd say.


A camp. Looks abandoned.<br>


The colony knows we are here. Already I can hear the whispers.


Effort v8


Astarion resisted the allure of Cazador's would-be powers - and I am glad of it. Whatever he would have gained would have come at a great price.


Circulus mortis!


Intactilis sum!


Go on down. Tusgront is keeping watch.


All I ask is that you do not let your roving lusts distract from our goals.


You have done the Bitch Queen's house a great deed - I pray that when you die, your lungs are blessed with her salted kisses.


*Its talons bite deep into the earth, every muscle trembling. You realise it isn't afraid...*


AgreeClosed<br>var 2


By my oath, you will not fall.


Heh, funny. That's what our birdie wanted.


Loviatar? Sounds like a violent goddess.


Resisto acidum!<br>v2


Perhaps it would be better to not shake such a vessel.


Tuebor!


I need to be alone, all right? I'm very fucking confused right now.


Only a t-rue ally of Ilyn Toth may pass.


Recovered <br>V4


Aid from the darkness.


Sweet spot you've found for yourself. But I wouldn't get too cosy. After all, we've got a deal.


Ubi es?<br>v3


You will survive this.


BreathLongOpen<br>var 2


How can I help you?


Maior, fortior!<br>v3


It's beautiful...


Para bellum!<br>v3


And it's doing the same to you. You're nothing more than the beast of burden that will transport it to the elder brain.


And I am very grateful. It did get me thinking about the others, though. How they might taste.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


Pull yourself together before I pull you apart.


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


Let's hope we chose the right ally.


Hmm - only one serving for me, I guess.


<b><i>It will not be broken by you. </i></b>


A word?


Incredible. Every rock, every jewel tells a story.


Te video!


It has toyed with us long enough - now is the time for action, not mere belief.


Glad to see someone in this place got a proper burial.


The horn's been blown - and my belly's ready!


Signum arcanum!<br>v2


You - you got rid of her.


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


Careful! Those are meenlocks.


These barrelstalks are full of poison - ready to be released by the myconids if they feel threatened.<br>


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Resisto frigus!


Change or no, this place is still a dump. You know I'm right.


Even if you and our friend ended up having werewolf cubs, they'd be so adorable.


Looks like the drider's caravan came from here.


Dame Aylin has little to feel sorry about - Lorroakan would have inflicted a far worse fate on her, given the chance.


I could drown in that song...


*You notice a tiny pixie trapped within.*


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


What do you mean? I've been waiting for an opportunity like this since long before our paths crossed.


Feedin'... barracks...


Acoustics are a little off in here. Which is... where, exactly?


A brain. How delightful.


The devil makes Wyll strong. What would he be without her?


Gods... We made it! We actually <i>made it</i>!


Impero tibi!<br>v3


Magis amica veritas!


Me. dead. <i>Dead. </i>Fleshrotten. Boneshining.


Many seek the Dark Lady's embrace, but few have what it truly takes.


It's time we... nngh...


I can't lose you.


Perfect for thinking, and I've been doing just that.


SurpriseOh<br>var 1


A withered creature, consumed by the shadow curse. A fate I hope we don't share.


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


And the removal of the hand... I've a theory, but - well, you're a civilian. That one will be for <i>me</i> to follow up.


Looks like Halsin's our best bet for a cure.


This'll be mean.


Esto perpetua!


That's all I ask.


Just another crate.


I'd like that.


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


What'll it be, petal?


Not fatalistic - pragmatic. We should do everything we can to tilt the odds in our favour. That's what I wanted to talk to you about.


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


Exactly.


I need to get myself fixed in time to make him pay.


You stand before Mammon's Picklock. Latchkeeper of the Nine Hells. My business is not information, nor hellish curios, not <i>really</i>.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


Don't worry. I'll free you.


I don't want to go back to Hell! I shouldn't have to! I want to live - I want to live <i>here</i>, in my home, with my own heart.


I've got you.


Now go rest. And keep your mind to yourself.


I hear shouting up ahead.


Hey, you!


You always were too inquisitive for your own good - no matter how much I disciplined you. Very well - one little indulgence, before you face your reckoning.


*If you believe her, killing her would be a crime. But break your pact, and the consequences will be unfathomable.*


No rest for the wicked.


If Minsc is certain of one thing, it is that he very <i>much </i>plans on being a problem for Sarevok.


Get a girl's hopes up, why don't you? I need another bottle.


... Gomwick...


I could try grease some palms - ease things over.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v2


I can do better. I must.


This uniform's neat, isn't it? But why am I - ohhh, wait - I had a shift at the Counting House. Oops.


We need to pack up and leave. Immediately.


Dodge


As if I didn't have enough reason to thank you already.


Eat more fish! It's good for ya...


<i>Tnak</i>, you're right. Whoever did this could be anywhere by now.


Of course. Of course they bloody did.


Some mild larceny.


We are celebrating an act of divine mercy!


The stink of that place might never wash out.


To fun!


Any sign of the runaway?


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


How many more of us must we find dead at your feet? You've tainted this camp long enough.


So you've been walking around this whole time with some sort of magic bomb in your chest? I'm not normally one to begrudge someone their secrets, but <i>that's </i>something I should know...


*The spell's power wanes. You can ask no more questions.*


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


I should applaud the liberation of bound creatures. But somehow I sense I will be the one cleaning up this mess.


I wish you well. And if Mystra stands in your way, call on me, wizard. I have acquired a taste for killing gods.


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


You wish to show Minsc the ways of patience? Jaheira once tried, before it set her hair to greying.


It hurts, father. The hunger - it never stops.


One day, I'll catch a break.


Collapsed tunnel. Looks like it claimed some victims as well.<br>


Afraid not.


I'll look forward to questioning him, once he comes round. He certainly had plenty to say earlier.


I fell short of that mark in Avernus - and even so, it was not so bad as this.


But if you want a true vampire, I'm happy to recommend one.


When it's not, you'll be first to know, Stickshit.


We'll both have the seafood stew, please. And two glasses of...


The darkness is <i>in</i> me. Clotting my blood, dissolving my bones. We need light.


General Thorm's prayers and preparations must not be disturbed. The rooftop is off-limits to everyone.


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


Snore
zzZzz


Not much of a god after all. Whatever power he had, it died with those creatures.


I've been wanting to try this venom...


Make him squeal!


The Iron Throne building. Plunked into the waters like the great festering turd that it is.


I've been trying to escape from this evil for a long time. Once, I almost succeeded.


Dying Burning


That disc will lead somewhere, I'll wager.


<i>Without my protection, you cannot defeat the elder brain. You cannot even get close to it. No matter what the devil whispers in your ear.</i>


This'll be mean.


From the Underdark to the swamp. Lovely.


Keep back. It will take quite some concentration to secure Aylin for her little journey.


Sine metu!<br>v2


Must be a diabolist's prized possession.


Voco vineae!


Tell mirror. Balsam good. For wounds.


My last decent mate joined the Flaming Fists. Now I'm stuck with these two lugs.


I'll end you!


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


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


Prove it.


I feel it, though. My very being, draining out of me.


A good opportunity.


I'm getting out of this hellhole. You'd best do the same.


C'mon, let's go!


This head's a long way from home. Belongs to one of the Fugue Plane's death devils.


Are you having a laugh? Is this funny to you?


I would - but I fear that without you, I will not be able to choose my own path.


Malleus! v2


That did it.<br>


Ketheric's power must stem from the Nightsong.


Oh but I think you do - the Mapping unearthed much more than your heartform - I saw all your secrets.


I thought we were pack.


Lord Gortash made that very clear in his latest interview. I'd recommend giving it a read.


Fallin' down <i>already?</i> What are ya, a bloody gnome?


Goodness... I just hope the children are safe.


I don't think your little friend would let me hear the end of it if I accepted. No matter how much I wanted to.


Voco spicae!
v3


Humans, goblins, and many more. It's given them a common purpose, and they're building an army in its name.


You! Me old mate that saved me from the tieflings -


*The merregon stares, fixedly.*


I question the wisdom of that decision.


Listen - I might invoke the Triad from time to time, appeal to Helm. But I'm no man of faith. Not like Gale.


Pretty spectacular stuff. But I think you were right not to do her bidding, no questions asked.


This'll be mean.


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v3


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


Well, it's lights out for old Glut. He gave it his best shot, anyway.


This is no ordinary collection. All the hallmarks of a diabolist.


Hm. I dislike owls. Their hyper-mobile necks are quite disconcerting.


You have earned your place as a Dark Justiciar of Shar.


Ouuu, 'father' is it? Come to pay your respects by digging up Daddy?


Yes. Myconids are more powerful than you realise.


Should've sent 'im to Moonrise with the rest, for all the good he's been.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


Arsehole.


And I'm off.


The goblins tell me that you extracted a confession from our prisoner, True Soul.


Gods, you smell like a <i>brewery.</i>


KETHERIC THORM!


*Pass at your peril.*


Well, if the doublet fits...


Hurr, what a stench. I'm beginning to think I should have stayed in that pod. In there it only smelled like me.


That's more like it. Some obedience at last.


*No matter. The truth will be revealed in time.*


There was screaming - a fight broke out, I think. Last thing I remember is waking up in this place.


So you talked to Florrick? The city's most loyal servant. Positively outraged to hear how you failed your father.


Lice-ridden cur!


Hope this ends well.<br>


That did the trick.


What is it hiding...


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Plenty more were looking for the forge it seems. The drow had competition.


They're not attacking. Must think I'm one of them.


Well. Fig.


You are banished from this place - banished from <i>everywhere </i>the Oak Father's creations thrive.


I will not apologise for defending myself.


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


Effort v6


Ah!


A <i>ghaik</i> thrall. The only way to save it is to kill it.


What am I s'pposed to do then? Miscreants creeping around, a stink like death itself... It ain't <i>safe</i>.


Glacies!


Recovered <br>V4


Ugh. I don't know what I slept on, but my neck's killing me.


*The orb, the parasite, and now the Crown... Netherese magic haunts you at every turn. It's time you understood its full potential.*


Snore
zzZzz


Leave me alone. Please.


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


That damn shrew would have loved it. Would have loved watching you murder me.


Uhm... Sure. In silence.


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


Ugh.


Oh, you know... Still alive and kicking, despite being surrounded on all sides by an endless manifestation of darkness and decay...


Ask me again when the illithid scourge has been wiped from this city, and I'll have an answer for you. Until then - it's best not to count on anything.


I can sneak in here. Security shouldn't be too tight, a few charmed innocents, maybe.


I shall free you.


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


Be wary of Lae'zel. She chose loyalty, yes - but there are none so dangerous as those who only believe because they must.


This should do you some good.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


Moon above and stars beside her!


Could do for a brew.


Morbidus!


Claws will pop the balloons, you see. And the sweetcakes don't taste half as good as raw eggs with this blasted forked tongue.


Birdie probably died for the letters it carried.


Laughter Maniacal


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


I really need my hair doing, so you'll have to wait in line. <br>


Helena... Anchev... daughter... of... Sarevok...


I see. And how does this newly-evolved version of you feel about me?


I thought you understood that, but it seems I was mistaken.


So long as they stick by our rules. Respectful, like.


Para bellum!


He sounds important, and I'm afraid the mere dregs are the only ones left in my care.


If they are indeed a True Soul, let the Absolute save them.


Bene curatur!


I'd kill you for that - but why deny your wriggler the pleasure?


I wish I could have spent more time perusing the shops - but alas, it is time to move on. Such is the life of a daring adventurer!


I'm sure it felt that way, Geraldus. The others were likely dragged back to Orin. Tortured. Sacrificed.


I'm back! Now to find that djinni and kick his misty arse.


I need to get her out of there.


Hang in there, dearest.


Something to turn the tide.


Ah. I see. Maybe next tenday then.


A waste of my talents.


BAD'UN! HERE!


Keep your distance. We don't want more trouble than we can handle.


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


This place is a blister of corruption.


There is always time for the tides - pray you never get caught in them.


Try me.


I've been pacted for seven years on, Gale. I should be able to read between Mizora's lines by now, no matter how narrow the gap.


Consistent, I'll give you that.


Hold on, Thauniel. I'm tired of standing here. Devella's been up there for ages. Some diversion would be welcome.


No thanks.


A strange inscription on this ring... Some ancient language, no doubt, though not one I can read.


Once... I tried... to be... a shopkeeper...


<i>Agh</i>, my head...


Twit, twat, twerp.


Ut ventus!<br>v3


The glass feels... warm?


*You try to find a clue among the thorns, but there's nothing. You have no idea what poison's tainted your veins.*


Illithids - their <i>technical</i> name - form a hivemind. One shouldn't be able to hear their dark whispers... unless...


Are you joking? This is great! Think of all the work we can get here!


*Perhaps it is true that Orpheus would ally with you against the elder brain, but if he proves uncooperative once free, you may have to kill him.*


Got time for ol' Karlach?


Hrrrrrraaaagh!


Very well.<br>


You want trouble? Take it down to the Guildhall, tough-buckets. Not here.


It would have been so easy to bite her. To just go along with what I was being told to do.


This don't look good.


Hear that? Someone's fighting the gnolls! We should help!


Oh, you always were an inquisitive one.


Recovered <br>V2


Perhaps we are the true keepers. I will learn to walk on two legs, friend. Then perhaps I will teach them.


Splendid show - newsworthy, even! Where's Volo Geddarm when you need him?


*Josy Ann Fountainhead. Outstanding Manip of the Fists.*


Which worg upchucked you?


You. Thank you for trying to free us, at least. I thought you were with the cult.


Ex nihilo!


I deal with the dead, but the Mortarch tends to them, and the living who mourn them.


ANOTHER.


I'd tell you to write, but I never check the post. Farewell, my friend. And good luck.


Anyway, I still get to look at you and remember <i>everything </i>we did together.


Prisoners can lay down their tools.


I have no coin, but the foreman will be happy to provide.


Careful that she doesn't take a piece of you as a souvenir.


You're right. Let's... let's talk about something else.


Are you serious?


Nice mask - what's the story here?


<i>I studied you. Your motivations, your actions, your desires. I deduced the best way to align your goals with my own. </i>


Sorry - did it work? Is Ethel finally dead?


Karlach deserves a better end than twisting herself into flayer-form. But then, she deserves a long life, too.


Rolan, we're alive because of him - don't be like that.<br>


I am irrelevant. Just <i>go</i>.


*The mummy's words set a shiver up your spine. Though she speaks a language lost to the living, her purpose is clear - she is warning you.*


Oh gods - no no no. You're lying. <i>I know it.</i>


Submit to the Absolute or perish - it's that simple.


It's Kozakuran - just like the symbols from that door.


Half rust - whoever owned those weapons has been gone for some time.


Everything... <i>just so</i>. Very good.


I know, but moaning isn't helping anyone, is it?


Parchment can burn. Oral agreements aren't worth the tongues they're waggled out upon. A song <i>lingers.</i>


No, you <i>moron</i>. We could be fired for this!


But not before time. There is more work for you yet.


But don't forget me. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I don't want to burn. Not again.


Amicus animalis!


I smell blood.


We can't attack a vampire's stronghold at night. The best we can do for him now is rest and wait for sunrise.


Always 'Don't let <i>anyone</i> through, Tusgront.' Never 'Here's a list of special guests.' Confusing.


Boo is also very well. And happy to see <i>you</i>, Rion.


You can certainly pray for it. Or pray that he doesn't hear that he moves too slowly for your liking.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


GaspFrightened<br>var 1


And <i>you </i>should have surrendered yourself to my honour guard. They would have given you a noble end.


Rather break bones than drink more. Your bones.


It is as I feared - the tiefling strikes on Zevlor's behalf! Call the circle to arms - we will cleanse the grove of parasites, once and for all.


Hello, you. I've been waiting for this all night.


What is that place in the distance? It looks almost Sharran...


What an odd gadget. What's it for, I wonder?


A stunning vista - a dragon and elf surveying the city of Baldur's Gate.


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


Rise, archdruid - your work is not done!


I've more to offer than standing guard all day. A chamberlain, maybe.


He did it - he's really Archduke. So excited I could jump right out of my boots!


Shh! Listen.


Looks like an ambush. A clumsy one.


I overestimated thee. <i>They</i> did not.


I spent a century roaming these halls - I spilled every drop of Dark Justiciar blood that there was to spill. And you think <i>you </i>can do better?


Your kind's stoic endurance will be a boon to our cause.


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


Voco vineae!<br>v3


Closed Mouth Effort v7


They have no reason to obey Gortash anymore. If they rebel, it'll put a dent in Gortash's steel might. They need to know their loved ones are dead.


*Looking closer, you can see the skin around its face is desiccated. It's been completely drained of blood.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Ah, our bloodthirsty interlopers.


Anything else on your mind, sweeting?


The Blood of Lathander, as I barely live and hardly breathe. HahaHAhaha.


Here, then - his bounty's yours.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


*Minsc's is a name you've come across more than once in your studies. A fabled hero from the Time of Troubles, immortalised by books and bards alike.*


A vampire in our midst, on top of everything. I should have seen it coming.


They call themselves 'freedom fighters'. I call them extremists.


Come - we shouldn't linger here.


I don't know. You'd think she'd have more important things to do. Devils and their pride.


These sigils and chains... I sense a druidic hand in them. An attempt to subdue something.


What do I have to lose?


What I do need though, is a destination. You mentioned somewhere earlier, Last Light was it?


Dying Burning


An earthquake, perhaps - strong enough to rouse the dead, too.


Same sort of eye we saw in the goblin camp. Someone's keeping tabs.


Minsc does trust you. It is only his stomach he doubts. But his strength and steel - these are still yours to command, my friend.


I've rid the Coast of a fair few devils. But orthons are rare outside the Hells.


*The guard isn't convinced - you'll have to fight your way out.*


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


Before you go - I do realise an amount of thanks are in order. You've helped me. Twice.<br>


Yield your trinkets and face me as you are!


Nothing good happens in the Underdark - you should know as well as I.


As I was taught.


He didn't find a cure, but maybe we can make you comfortable.


As the leg, you'll end in defeat.


Just you, Phase. You rob the place of its glamour.


Vlaakith's gift.


Do not worry. Guild's friends are Tusgront's friends.


But why betray your kinsman? Why turn your ire on he who sent you here? Go on, Sharran - speak.


Raphael made double-sure of that: I can't forget the damned thing so long as my work's not finished.


What was in that tart? My stomach's doing somersaults...


And now you have the gall to stand here and announce that you've doomed me to this life forever.


Thank you, my love. Thank you.


Your mind is a deep, dark wood. There are dead ends, shadowy corners, lurking threats. I was lucky to be able to glean as much as I did.


You, who seek to claim the ultimate prize.


That I'm just like you.


Dead, more's the pity. My blood had <i>just</i> started to boil.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


I am master. I am master?


You remind me of the <i>vremyonni</i> of my homeland. The man-mages of Rashemen.


Doesn't budge. Maybe the mechanism's broken.


I don't see one...


Bad for one's back, this.


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


Bye!


For the best. Death is too good for it.


Pay attention.


Alas, I speak only to the caged who cannot leave of their own accord.


Attack<br>var 3


Every sale Popper certi- certi- POPPER SELLS GOOD THINGS!


It won't fight its allies? Just what I needed, a golem with principles.


You were... you were <i>on </i>that thing? Heading where? This is the middle of nowhere -


Now you wanna play, or is there a bit o' chicken in <i>you</i> and all?


How very devilish.


Voco araneae!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


*You'll be lost in the shadows.*


<i>Half</i>-elf. I suppose the finer details are lost on a creature like you.


But you have no time to waste, or time will waste you.


Drow. And worse... What were they doing here?


I was gifted a necklace of the same painted glass. A fine thing, 'til it set my throat to blistering.


Y-yes, High Harper. Standing beneath <i>Selûne's Tears</i>.


Still though, a living vampire...


What about my tail?


Yes, yes - on my way.


Attack<br>var 3


Looks like you need a hand.<br>


Thankfully, I have everything I need - right here.


Attack Critical<br>


There is nothing to forgive. You did what was necessary. To survive.


Mortem tuum sum!<br>v3


There goes my equilibrium.<br>


We did what we had to do.


Inspire us even more - so we can show your strength!


That drow cowl might have bits of magic lingering inside it. Any thoughts, Gale?


The people of Baldur's Gate will embrace Her gift. They <i>must.</i>


The king can only withdraw to one square after the first move, and after the second has nowhere to retreat.


More doppelgangers. The cult has drawn many to its cause.


Darkness too deep for any common light.


Mould and metal... but something's still missing.


Te video!


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


What is the creature doing to those corpses?


It's not exactly the outcome Elminster hoped I would achieve, but it's the best I could do with the time his charm bought for me.


I saw something that reminded me of... well, it's private. But then I felt something rise within me, like my blood was on fire. Then it passed. That's all I know.


Some poem or prayer. Meaningless.<br>


No. I - I trusted you...


I hope so.


*You recall all the measures meant to keep you from reaching this place.*


Attack<br>var 4


So keen to return to the Hells. I supposed it's warm this time of year.


<i>Ouch.</i>


Still, you may find another purpose for the tome. A doorstop, perhaps.


All right, then.


Stronghold. Right. Ed said something about the goblins... Bry will know the way.


You didn't! And what did he say?


...four, five, six, seven, eight...


The statues revealed a hidden door... Curious.


((*flesh-walker, tongue-talker, far you've come*))


Sharp, deep... and still fresh.


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(FastSpeed)
v3


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


You sound surprised - I am capable of doing the right thing from time to time.


*A powerful artefact indeed, to have caught the attention of so many. Not least, the Absolute itself.*


Do what you gotta do - sorry if I don't show you around.


Effort v8


The spawn can infiltrate Cazador's palace in a way we never could. And he could take you with him.


All right. Far be it from me not to take you at your word.


Hardly any point - the platform's already here.


The rich get richer.


I wish you the very best. And then a little on top.


Hark! A dung golem!


Do you think Dribbles will have his animal friends with him?


That's mine.


Should mind my step.


Greetings? Do you seek help? You are in the right place.


I COLLECT THE GOLD. THE GOLD SO YOU MAY PASS.


Not up for trading today, I'm afraid.


Hence thy revelry in thy new form.


Location... was Dhourn's task... I learned... of the <i>Guardian</i>...


I'll strike you down.


And I just... I just <i>ran.</i>


Nice day out here. Considering.


<i>Look out! </i>Someone's comin' from the crypt!


What's yours is mine.


Oh no. No no no, Godey is not worried by your threats. Godey knows just how to break you.


But I am a mind flayer.


Let's keep sharp.<br>


What in the Nine Hells have you <i>done</i>? Moonrise has lost its damn mind - and we're next on the cutting block.


Dying Deep Exhale


The creature's in your brain, somewhere behind the orbital socket. I could attempt to remove it. I've a needle in my tunic...


Surprisingly spacious. Must have been quite active in its heyday.


Why should I be the better person? He's the one tormenting me!


Barrelstalks. Annoy the myconids and they'll cover you with poison.


Looks like the booze got the better of them. They're practically unconscious.<br>


I call upon you, gracious patron, to rid me of this worm.


Look at this! I've eaten worse at inns in my day. Perhaps we'll try it out on the ogre, hm?


Whatever fits in that socket must power this thing.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Ah, it speaks of the Moonmaiden's sacred rites of passage. I still remember my own.


Wretched little things. No better than the shadows.


Those brain-things aren't attacking - they must think I'm one of... them.


Something's always catching us.


I've said my piece. Now let me dull my tongue with wine.


Weapon at the ready - now's the time.


<i>Please... </i>free the others... I'm too weak...


<i>Most people think that mind flayers are soulless husks who feel nothing. I am glad you are not most people.</i>


Who's the stubborn one now?


Can it be? A githyanki? What a delight!


*Final resting place of Dolkan Elendara, ever close to your beloved Elfsong Tavern.*


<i>No, I do not.</i>


This trunk's rotten; shouldn't put too much weight on it.


What to do?<br>


The goblins still infest the roads. As long as their leaders live, Zevlor's people are trapped.


Oh, bother.<br>


*The Netherstones pulse with psionic energy - permeating you, pulling you in line with their rhythm.*


Don't you think it's awful?


Hm. You know, head trauma can severely affect one's sense of smell - among other things.


The provision of information that leads to the retrieval of the Nightsong is worth a great deal to Master Lorroakan. Do you have information regarding the Nightsong?


*Where once the mirror showed nothing, there is now <i>something</i>. Memories, experiences, skills - your own. Surrendered once, and now offered back to you to choose from.*


Maybe we can set him on fire.


Release me.


With your blessing, my blade will be most keen, my lady.


The tadpole - I can't feel it anymore. Thanks to that bomb of his, we're not going to turn into mind flayers!


Gortash is your enemy either way. This 'pact' may delay the inevitable betrayal, but not by much.


...Really?


My ring lit up... Must have been linked to that button.


If Ravengard had trained the Fist proper, they'd be out catching crooks, not turning a blind eye.


*The disc is formed from slate and engraved with <i>tir'su</i>.*


Besides, is the feast not the greatest spectacle of them all?


Surge!


Hopefully that doesn't scar.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


The toys from the barn - he must have made them here.


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


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


We are done, Astarion. Even the Blade has his limits.


That can't be the last of them. Wherever they're hiding, we'll root them out.


This one died badly.


I'm sorry, Rolan.


I regret this already.


Recovered <br>V4


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


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v2


You've done so much for us - and I have more yet to ask.


---ASSEMBLE---


You'll be needing the protection spell, I presume?


Sob<br>var 2


I had something for you, my very first lute, but I seem to have fallen prey to the city's sticky fingers. Kindly imagine I've given it to you, yeah?


These boots have seen everything.


The others will be taking their ease here. Entharl has been known to shelter Harpers when they need it.


Don't mind if I do.


Another dank, dingy basement? Lovely.


Myconids. Just as I thought.


Amazing that the sword stayed sharp for so long.


Knew a guy from Luskan once. Wouldn't mind saying hello, but I don't think my engine would survive the cold.


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


<i>Ngh... </i>are the gods truly this petty...?


That mark - the Zhentarim are here. Thieves and murderers, the whole lot.


This is meant to render people undead - <i>glorious!</i>


At least the sun is nice. You should try it - lay down and bask in its warmth.


No one's coming - the deal is done.


Sorry for this, but I tried warnin' you.


Taking a breather? How nice.


If you're going to hesitate, just stand aside and let me do the trial myself.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


It's you - our little idol thief from the druids' grove!


Your utility is proven. But your heroism is yet to be witnessed.


Selûnite rubbish.


You're more feeble than a goblin.


'The pits'...? He couldn't be somewhere pleasant-sounding, could he? Better still be alive.


I wonder where they were going.


They'll be telling stories about us, you'll see. 'The Two Captains'.


Let's not. But a word of warning: down here in the Underdark, few dangers ever truly die.


Your words cheer me more than any party could.


Different from my own. The work of the tadpole, perhaps.


<i>It is not over. </i>


Open up.


Orin's dead. Which means we have taken one more step closer to slaughtering the fetid elder brain.


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


You need all the help you can get.


And if you find any interesting materials in need of working, I'm happy to help.


Wa-hey! Looks like we've got a proper comedian in our midst!


Darker than a durthan's heart. I will punch wildly into the dark, so none may ambush us.


Plants. Not what I expected.


Good. Don't like when they change. Get big. Hairy. Mean. Make sure you stay away.


But he won't have him for long. Come morning, those vamps are mine.<br>


Oh. Then I'm sorry to hear the encounter left a sour taste in your mouth. It can be... an unfortunate reality. I just hope it doesn't dissuade you from exploring nature's bounty.


That is quite the view. And a fine place to eject unwelcome guests.


You're here. Just like it told me.


<i>I don't know what I think.</i>


I just - now, I can't - *sigh.* It's cute. Whatever.


I will tear your heart from your chest. And I will hear Her voice again.


Lady, come on. Okay. Heads or tails?


<i>Chk</i>. I'll handle it.


They just keep coming.


That's my greatest fear.


<i>Thank you.</i>


My - I do like them eager. But know that I don't work for free. I expect payment up front...


Ut ventus!<br>v2


A splendid plan. We'll talk more there.


What a thrill, to wander the corridors of the forge of tyranny itself. Better keep our thoughts to ourselves - who knows what might be listening to us here?


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


But if you want the gift of eternity, I can give you that. One more bite is all it would take.


Dribbles' foot. Perhaps we might still find him, limping around...?


Voco flagella!<br>v3


Hope you don't mind - I know you always told me not to stand too close to art when it's on display.


Nor is Jenevelle. Perhaps that is something I shall need to talk to her about, when the time is right.


Effort v5


Or I'll wipe that nasty look right off yer pretty face.


Who - me? 'Fraid not - I'm a cider man myself.


Yes - come closer. Feed the new flesh.


Let's use this.


I was barely eight years of age when I heard the Counting House held mythical treasure.


<i>Chk.</i>


Ex nihilo!<br>v3


Stand down, or we'll <i>put </i>you down.


Good gods. What else can you do with that tongue?


Now you see me...


Don't be shy.


Ah the jailor will hear us. I shouldn't be talking to you. I must go. <b>It's </b>not kind to me.


Are you sure? I've been rehearsing, you know. I'd hate to put all that effort to waste.


What the hells is this place?


Never better. Don't mind the mess. I've been doing fascinating things with your blood sample.


Woof! Woof! Woof!


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


I can take what I please.


Victory v4


Enver Gortash. The Council appoints you Archduke of Baldur's Gate.


Well, it's a 'run down, bearing the weight of centuries' sort of grand. Which is my favourite kind, incidentally.


The sting in the tail.


What harm? She's little - won't take up much space, or make much of a dent in our provisions.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


No, not Jaheira!


Allow me.


I assure you it is.


The General will be pleased if you go quietly.


I'm not stupid, you know. No such thing in Grymforge as kind hearts.


That one was strong.


*Dame Amafrey, the Orphans' Friend, founded several orphanages in the Outer City, as the Lower City was no place for children (and the Upper City declined to sponsor an orphanage).*


Ugh - he's about to belch!


If you say so, little lamb. If you say so.


Who's the stubborn one now?


D'you think the dwarf is ready yet? I'm hungry.


It's that half-elf, the one who had the artefact. What happened to her?


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


All right. What now?


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


My flames will be ready - simply say the word, and the skies shall rain fire.


We ought to be doing just that. Not babysitting this stump.


Yes... Well. I suppose he'd have wanted <i>someone</i> to clothe you lot.


Standing in the sun, wading through a river, wandering into homes without an invitation - they're all perfectly mundane activities now.


He is... he is...


<i>I will consume his thoughts, his knowledge, his brain. </i>


Let's get this over with.


Enough of this. It is time to find the hag and end this game.


So she is the blood of Ketheric Thorm. Even Selûne's faithful have their secrets, it seems.


Here's your cut. Extra too, like I promised.


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


But her every act, even those I opposed, was done in service to her city. No matter her personal feelings.


Let's hope the Lady of Loss is pleased.


Caedo!


How lovely - a natural tunesmith!<br>


Y-you wouldn't do that! Not with all the grown-ups around!


*It seems you've claimed the squirrel's territory by right of conquest.*


*Lae'zel's life is laid bare among those that came before. Her thoughts are turned to silver thread and relayed to the Astral Sea.*


Can't see a thing.


Clustered fires and tents - the Absolute's army is camped here. Better not press my luck.


Just keep your eyes open. We could find anything down here.


Correct! But pay attention to the 'trach' part. <i>Chhh.</i> Back of the throat.


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


BreathTorturedTeeth<br>var 1


Mors incerta, vita certissima!<br>v2


Brother! Welcome! It is so good to see a new face.


Oi oi! If it ain't the stars of today's edition!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(MediumSpeed)


My suspicions are confirmed: This is the work of the hag. Time to end her machinations.


A TRICK... <i>I </i>TRICK? NO NO NO!


I told you - I quit music.


Attack Critical<br>


Whatever it is she comes to offer, whatever choice you make, someone will suffer. Count on it.


Only Master Halsin can stop this. I pray my bird returns with news of him.


There's no time! Get to the boat, or we leave without you!


Voco murus!


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


That's why I'm here. When I'd heard what you'd done - it inspired me. Made me feel brave again.


Te exsecror!


There - attack!


Don't pay me any mind, now! I'm just trying to make sure everyone gets fed.


Shame it's only pretending to be 'Flumph Mating Rituals'. That sounds <i>fascinating</i>.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v2


<i>Magga Cammara </i>- you offed the bastards.


You look as tired as I feel.


A scrying eye - or whatever's left of it.


Just this once.


Dying Deep Exhale


I'm a bit busy at the moment. We'll talk later.


Who's the statue, you think?


No ordinary easel. There's a mechanism attached, if I'm not mistaken.


Those are knife wounds, and you know it. A terrifying number of them.


Go on. I ain't gonna hold up a drow.


It's the best any of us can do, I suppose.


The spell is cast - what's done is done.


Damn knots...


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


We can talk at length once the day is won - so let's win it first.


Won't fight the Stone Lord out in th'open. But she's got a spot picked out, see, an'-


Dying Panic Fall


Someone's in trouble... sounds like coin to me.


Please tell me you have ceased your dithering and decided to transform?


And so it is. A fabrication.


Healing you up.


Dying Burning


Then get back to it. It's only a matter of time before they do some real harm.


Until then, keep your flame bright, and make ash of those who oppose you.


An unnatural death. There's no coming back from that.


Proceeding.


Hey, uh, Henk, I think we ordered the -


That's the short of it. Bloody thing's been in overdrive since I left Avernus.


Keep the Netherstones close. We cannot defeat the brain without them.


Should you change your mind, head west. Halsin is an elf with the presence of a bear.


I know he is gone, Boo, but... perhaps this is a way of keeping him alive, no?<br>


Nothing personal? You betrayed us!


Vae victis!<br>v3


*Your fate will be what you make of it. Now, you are your own master.*


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Yes. You're curious - your good eye is lit like a raging star. You want what only I can give you.


Effort v10


Korson's strong, but he's a gentle soul. Easy to take advantage of.


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


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


That took the edge off.


I think I'll stay to keep an eye on this lot.


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


Would it be rude to ask the Archduke for an autograph? Of course it would - why am I even asking?


Poor bastards outside have no idea a hag is in our midst.


Do you really believe that? You are unfit to say his name.


...Wait. No one's told you?


Have to keep going.


All this time, and that's still what you see?


Nice view.


Resisto!


Indeed? Then be grateful your head still sits atop your shoulders.


Monster. Death is too good for it.


Quod dico face!


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


No thanks, I'm happy where I'm at.


There it goes. I suppose a blow to the stomach upsets the Weave as much as it would me.


Guessing Figaro's with a client... Making faces an' all that...


Only because I can no longer bear to look you in the eye.


Now <i>this </i>will hurt.


Yeah, Saer Fist. Show him why you're called Flaming Fists! Hee hee!


It's not leaking. It's <i>crying.</i>


This isn't right. Time to find the owner of this home and put his feet to the fire.


Caedo!


Yeah. An' the one thing I learned down there...


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


Macte virtute!


Who in the hells threw that?


An elder brain, bound by lost Netherese magic, with servants of the Dead Three holding the chain.


*Lae'zel's thoughts become yours. The sight of Orpheus looms over her mind; Voss' words echo within it. She means to forever turn her back on Vlaakith.*


<i>Incredible.</i>


We've certainly benefited from your gifts. It stands to reason that others may do so also.


Look, I read that if you walk around the pub after each pint, you don't get a hangover. And if it's in the gazette, it <i>has</i> to be true.


Halsin mentioned tihs place. Dark Justiciars... we must be getting close to Moonrise Towers.


Easy! He helped us out in the shadows.


No winners, no losers, nothing's changed. But I still ain't got no plum prosecco.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


<i>Rolan - bring the fire. NOW!</i>


Hostium munera!<br>v3


Keep to the shadows for as long as we can...


Resisto frigus!<br>v3


Dead. They're only good for kindling now.


Do you want me to?


Smells like burnt flesh in here.


I'll choke the life out of you, shit-for-brains.


You ain't clan - you got no business here.


Our children... he knows... where they are...


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Whatever this thing is, it doesn't want anyone going up there. I swear it's in the walls, watching.


What are these bloody stumps that used to be such delicate harpists of the Weave?


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


Behold! Elminster's ballbag.


I've seen this language before - inscribed on the Szarrs' signet ring, I think.


Run, brothers!


Waiting with bated breath.<br>


*You spot a shiny trinket on one of the corpses.*


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic.


Nothing so dramatic. I'm hunting for a vampire spawn.


*Like your Mother Superior. She marked the wound on your hand. She sent you on a mission that nearly cost you everything.*


Recovered <br>V4


AgreeClosed<br>var 1


It will survive you. And so will I - from as great a distance as possible.


Of course.


They say good art has depth and meaning. This painter really took the lesson to heart.


Remember to play them clockwise! And after that?


*All it took was becoming a mind flayer.*


Be healed!


Ostende secretorum tuorum!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Stay calm - I'm coming.


To speak thusly takes little of my effort. Besides, what better use is there of time than discourse?


Aye. Goblins know a damn sight more about doing harm than I do about healing it.


Heroic types can be brittle, I find. Better to trust someone with greater flexibility.


Over there - a shrine to Selûne. By Moonmaiden's grace.


EffortMouthOpen
var 4


Let no cultist remain standing.


I couldn't help but overhear... well, all right, I could've helped, but didn't.


The people <i>demand</i> it. Is a Baldurian truly free when he fears for his future?


Away, you pox'd nun!


Ugh - the scraps of a Nightfall feast.


Hmm, a pixie. Not what I expected to run into in these parts.


No bleeding out on my watch.


<i>Straj</i>. The little spy has slipped away once again.


Every bit of waste I trim away brings us closer to victory against the <i>ghaik</i> infesting these lands.


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


'Praise be to Mother Gith, Queen of the One Sky! Praise be to your son Orpheus, the True Heir, Prince of the Comet!'


Something's wrong. I feel weak. <i>Drained</i>.


Greetings, Bhaalspawn. I hoped to see the High Harper walk out those doors with you.


Et alibi!


Fine, put your faith in a marauding freak. Just do it away from me.


The toys from the barn - this is where he crafted those murderous little things.<br>


I swear, these shadows are eating my soul.


Only, now - when I look at this, and think of all we have done, I realise: I was not worried. Not even afraid. I was arrogant.


I can't quite put my finger on why I trust you, but I do: the same instinct through which I know a wolf will bite, or allow itself to be petted.


Invisibilis!


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


*The magic you just consumed quells the necrotic hunger lurking within. You let out a sigh of relief.*


Wall's wrecked. A good punch would probably finish it.<br>


Let's hope whoever abandoned it left their valuables behind.


Ready for more?


A warrior's favour.


Don't tell our writers that. Their egos are big enough as it is.


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


We should find him, maybe he can help?


I wasn't going to bite you. I'm here because I thought we'd have a little fun.


*Spill the blood of Selûne and rise a warrior of Shar.*


Ain't seen much good loot.


Facio, Voco, Ferre<br>(FastSpeed)


No, give yourself some credit. You mostly ruined it all by yourself.


Precious little love lost between us, isn't there?


The brew's been chilled!


It began with a letter. There was no messenger - it simply... appeared.


Perhaps it's some artist trying to make a statement.<br>


<i>Whenever you're ready, lead the way. </i>


Horrible, those gallows, aren't they? Shame no one cares enough.


Huh. Drow statues are normally more regal and pompous.


Easy! She's with me.


Right, which crew are you with? Bell-Breakers? The Children of Hoar?


Hey!


This Nightsong sounds like the source of Ketheric's immortality. Maybe I can use it against him?


Goodness. I hardly expect such obscenity from the heroic Blade of Frontiers.


We hold the means to free the Prince of the Comet. How is this even a debate?


So, we can add one bald wall of muscle to our little group.


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


Hey soldier - we've got some infernal iron already. Let's give it to him, hey?


<i>No time. There is no time.</i>


The hag could arrive at any moment - we <i>need </i>to go.


Not now. Trouble's afoot.


<i>I understand. Then let us move on to other things. </i>


You festering bubo!


Don't bleed out on me.


Hells. Whatever you do, don't set her off.


Don't be so hard on yourself. It's not your fault the world is wicked. You did the right thing.


Time to get this thing fired up.


Wouldn't loiter too long here, saer. Makes the guards nervous.


Forget it. The milk's already spilled.


Whatever the plan, I'll do it. Anything to leave this place.


*Nothing springs to mind.*


My eyes!


You did?! That's incredible! You ought to let me return the favour. We can team up - evict this parasite, then take Faerûn by the short hairs. Sound good?


*For the first time since you heard her voice, Hope seems calm. And the peace flows from her into you, soothing your very soul.*


SmileClosed<br>var 5


But I will humour your greed for a moment. What would you ask of an Inquisitor?


That orb - it's a scrying eye. Someone's watching.


*Perhaps it was unwise to reveal just how much gold you have on your person.*


*This guard seems rather put out. If locking you up hasn't worked, perhaps a more violent solution is required.*


Still another githyanki disc. I'll see what Lae'zel has to say.


Perhaps I got carried away with the thought this Crown could give me back what Mystra took. Cure me, even.


Not so, in my experience. There is little I cannot whittle.


The figure from my dreams...<br>


They just keep coming. Hurry!


I have just the thing.


Not without its mother by its side. What now?


Closed Mouth Effort v7


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


I swear, if we get caught now, after making it this far...


*In Memory of Eberk Trollbleeder. His tall tales shall be greatly missed.*


<i>Shka'keth! </i>Do you wish to make an enemy of me?


You just look like you might need a pick-me-up.


Must be close if it's hitting that hard.


Effort v11


These flowers - what is this feeling?


I have no idea what this will do.


I oughta sink my teeth in your softs for messing around, but all this fresh air has me in a good mood. What do I owe you?


Thanks to the tadpole, we should have developed more than invasive symptoms by now, but we haven't.


Look at how proud you are, you disobedient pup. But you forget yourself.


From their ashes bright flowers bloom, and from Karlach's too. For Shadowheart raised a garden to her loves, and doth tend it to this day.


Saw us 'fore we s-saw it. Jammed its b-b-blade through Yul's belly, straight to the other side.


That orb - it's a scrying eye. Someone's watching.


No trust in my promises, but I smell the tyrant's corpse-reek. You are steeped in his rot.


Getting stuck with you isn't so bad.


I see a lot o' red blades around; the Absolute'll be chuffed.


Sweet child. Let me help.


Ververo!


As you should be - and you have an opportunity to impress General Thorm. I have a mission for you.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


It can do far more than that. Far <i>worse</i> than that.


<i>Hells</i> that was strong. Thought my skull was going to crack.


Ha! Betraying so quickly? Be careful your backstabbing arm doesn't get tired.<br>


Resisto venenum!<br>v3


A fake devil head. Someone's apparently obsessed with the infernal.


Enough dawdling - come to my inner chambers.


I can take no more.


SmileClosed<br>var 3


Can't say I blame you.


*Mad supposition, questionable diagrams, and many gleeful references to 'tentacles'. Not an overly academic text.*


TOUCH! Touch everything. Touch everyone that'll let me. Shake hands. Dance a waltz. Maybe even kiss a face or two, if I find a good candidate.


Crescit eundo!<br>v3


They wanted tieflings out. They got their wish.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


This gith slate looks like the other. Another story about the githyanki prince?


Ketheric and his minions were clever. Cruel, but clever.


First, have the white queen move all the way across and capture the black pawn. This leaves black's king in check, forcing him to retreat a square left.


What is <i>that</i>?


You bested the Selûnite. You'll have to regale us all over drinks.


Ignis!


Blades up!


I hear fighting. Trouble's not over yet.


Listen here.


First, we take Baldur's Gate, then Faerûn. All of Toril will soon follow. A thousand kingdoms, at our command.


Volo non fugia!


An underwater prison - a shrewd idea. Gortash is nothing if not a meticulous schemer.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


I'll take your silence as respect, kin. But I would have you speak now...


Risus abundat!


Don't keep Raphael waiting.


Propera!


<i>Chk.</i> The stench of death I can endure. The excrement? Not so much.


Hah! That's a nice way of saying I'm not such a brat - but I appreciate it.


It's pronounced 'Zent', lad. The H is silent.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


Damn it, Astarion's probably been whisked back to Cazador by now.


Can we chat?


We know the man, we know our mission. Let's move out.<br>


The spawn have their freedom - but what of the city, what of the lives they take? Gods, I can't imagine...


Esto perpetua!<br>v2


You can do better. What else?


A lucky escape, given Lorroakan's reputation. He'd have little of value to teach you.


I don't need any attention right now.


I can't believe you tried to climb up one - you mad man.


A mind flayer monarch, imagine that. Such a thing could shatter worlds.


Much obliged, much obliged.


I couldn't fight the goblins - but I'll make damn sure I get those druids.


You - you came for me. That lady... she... she killed <i>Grub.</i>


You are needed.


There is no hell hot enough for a man like Gortash.


Fools. Little surprise they perished.


I am sorry, Gale. You tried. Mystra was wrong to turn on you, no matter what mistakes you made in the past.


Whatever that was, it looks mightily unpleasant.


Corellon's star! That is <i>grotesque</i>.


This can't be right. That things going to kill you - move, now!


Don't be concerned. Perhaps she'll present you with an opportunity to prove yourself. If I can find myself in her graces, you must have at least an equal chance.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


<i>I must reach the core of its will. Help me get close to the Crown so I can cast the spell to compel it to submit.</i>


Of course, my queen.


<i>Kaincha!</i> No. Your journey does not end here.


It's not my fault the wriggler's tainted by shadow magic. I want nothing to do with you or that scum in your brain.


She was caught? Foolish child - let them judge her.


Disturbing, you mean.


Now I'm merely a humble wizard on the road to redemption. Unless I can find the path to something greater...


You have won Bhaal's bloody blessing. Now you think you will step out into the world, and carve your name upon it.


It has made a monster of me.


Feed for the beasts.


They just keep coming - we can't keep fighting them forever!


Forgive me, but there is nothing I can do for you.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


Bravo! I didn't think you had it in you.


It's packed too tight. I'll need a shovel.


<i>She bluffs. Surely she would not risk the fate of all for one <b>simple</b> life... </i>


Hun... ger...


I think it's a mistake to give up so easily, but I cannot force your hand.


I can close that up fast.


I won't make the same mistake again - I swear it.


Gale? You have a look. I'm not sure I care for it.


Extinguish it? I intend to seize it. Power exists to be wielded.


So it seems I must honour that, and do the same. But mark my words: when the Absolute is finished, when all of this is done - the city will feel her loss.


Video veritatem!<br>v2


You louse, you mite!


Laughter


We were bound for Baldur's Gate, and what's left of us is damn well getting there.


BreathShortClosed<br>var 1


Dying


Don't know. Just ate it... head feels funny...


Drive them into the dark! Do not let them take our light!


Don't bleed out on me.


You mean after she got you to tell me she was dead?


Blasted fog is everywhere.


Time will tell. But I'm keeping an eye out.


These refugees are killers, apparently. And they're <i>everywhere</i>.


The poison's turned my guts to muck... I'm done for...


You face her already.


He's delivered, yes, but these tax hikes are enough to make my eyes water.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(MediumSpeed)
v2


A gift for a loathsome neighbour.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(MediumSpeed)


Then I'm much obliged - or I will be, once I see them <i>and</i> their cargo.


Should steel myself first.


I feel a breeze - I wonder what's down there.


You're the one from the tavern. You smiled and joked and got me drunk.


Why else? There couldn't be <i>another </i>reason.


THERE YOU ARE!


It's bad enough having the army of the Absolute on our heels - now <i>you're</i> here.


Say you'll go. My treat.


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


You're mad. How did I not see it?


Do you know why you are here?


Ketheric has her now. It's done.


Oi, ugly!


Lost your footing, have you?


You return, Unholy Assassin, soaked with the stench of one familiar to me...


<i>Hags.</i> How stupid can you get?


That old woman was certainly memorable.


Heal me or I'm done for.


By Vlaakith's blade, child - Orpheus is a traitor to our queen. Shut your mouth before the crèche elders hear your words.


Pick up your Gazette today to find out how to stay <i>safe</i>.


Let's grab it.


Dodge
v2


*Then the beast shakes its head, a ferocious war-hound once more. Though perhaps not <i>quite</i> as ferocious as before.*


We can't all run away and bury our heads in a burrow.


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


It shouldn't take much effort to decipher it. And... there. From madness rises meaning.


So their reputation suggests - especially among the good folk of Waterdeep. I'm curious to learn how you fell foul of them...


*He is suspicious, confused by the question that fell from his lips. You proceed carefully...*


I am the Chosen - the Chosen. Did you know that?


She's trying to trick us. Don't believe her lies.


Go on. <i>Move.</i>


Thou inglorious hog.


Oak Father,  guide my aid.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


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


Please. Uh. If you wanna have a try?


A girl could get used to this.


Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?


*Your druidic brethren cleansed this land once.*


Come visit me in Baldur's Gate if you find yourself that way. Might be I can repay your kindness.


You've done a lot of good for this city but I'm afraid I can't assist you right now.


Stickshit. Fill me up!


Victory v2


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Perhaps your derangement is so strong that you do not know what you have done... I should just free you from your misery.


How quaint - a treasure map. The base of Moonrise is marked.


Beldron said we'll head back to the city. But the others at Moonrise...