Belongs to a Merregon, if I recall correctly. Hell's footsoldiers - I don't fancy meeting the commander.


I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that thing.


<i>Shh.</i>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Come out and fight me.<br>


Zenovia, get this evil creature and his coven out of my house before he tries to curse me again!


Cult army on the march, killer on the loose. And Mistress Durinbold still drags me hither and thither.


Killing Orin won't bring Yenna back, but it may give her some peace, and me... a great deal of satisfaction.


You went against your word, and defied our contract.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Here we stand in the lion's den, but the lions are you and I.


Everything, really - not to put too fine a point on it.


I will bear no more accusations. Leave me.


Look, time is money - and I'm losing both just standing here. Make your call, <i>judge</i>, before Zenovia makes it for you.


Smoke. Something's burning.


Ugh, another helpless soul begging to be rescued?


An invisibility potion, my friend. A bit less refined than your mendacious methods, but by god it'll do the trick!


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


*Words creep from the darkness...*


Not all wizards are made the same, nor do we wield the same powers.


I'm talking.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Perhaps...


*It is in the wilds that you find your courage, not in the florid halls of Upper City estates.*


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


*Every cut is meditation. It reshapes the world to Vlaakith's will.*


Let's see what you're hiding.<br>


Go on, drink up!


Quite right. So long as the attempt won't leave us similarly dismantled...


You're free, Mizora. I held up my end. Now you hold up yours. Sever the pact.


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


Isobel's sarcophagus. Before Ketheric brought her back.


It's Wulbren you should be speaking to, not me.


Are they all like this?


You also <i>killed Sarth</i> Baretha. She was formidable.


If you tire of their company, come to me. I may have other uses for you yet.


I am the Blade of Frontiers. I swore to protect the Coast from the monsters that prey on it.


I'm not.


In a land of darkness, Selûne's faithful learn make their own light.


*A totem dedicated to Myrkul. Ketheric Thorm ransacked the graves of his ancestors to honour his new god.*


Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.


The Knights of the Shield. How many days did I search in vain for their lair, only to cap the night with a drink above it?


Falling


Something's on my mind.


Barton? Oh gods, somebody killed Barton!


We cannot rush into their claws again. Another defeat will wipe us out.


It will be my honour to serve you, my lady.


Let's have a look at myself...


Let's use this.


Don't you dare. Lia was his responsibility, and he <i>failed</i> her.


Still, we best make not <i>too</i> much noise.


Mine! It's - it's my fault. I failed you, my lord. Please, forgive me.


This wouldn't have been possible without you. We'd all be the thralls of that thing, or worse. Instead, we're free.<br>


Selûnite rubbish.


What is it, then?


A Selûne prayer book. As if I need this weighing me down.


To... escape... with... Ravengard...


I could feel Loviatar's pleasure with every slice of my dagger.


You will feel my hunger. My craving. Never to be satisfied.


Dolor...   (Whispered version.)


Edowin... a True Soul... a Chosen...


As you see, True Soul... there is so much more for you to learn.


I have not failed you yet and I have no intentions of it now. I don't need you to believe me for it to be true.


Vlaakith's crown - what <i>was</i> that?


My sympathies for your wearied soles. Care to explain what you're doing?


But I didn't think you a half-wit. And my patience is dwindling.


No more prayers... only dust and silence.


Stand-up fellow. He'll clean up the city in no time. Got more backbone in his little finger than Ravengard has in his entire body.


Whoa, what a stinker.


It feels like... my magic is getting drained!


Very well.


I will cleanse the evil from you. Your nature can be changed. I -


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


*As the woman speaks, you hear a distant rattle of chains, and she winces in pain.*


I hear the General's advisor is back. Which means we'll be hearing the screams of the prisoners again.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


A grim thing. It could wrench bone from a socket as easily as you'd pull a wing from a roast fowl.


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


I have been known to exaggerate the truth on occasion, but do not take me for a fool.


Money? Power? Notions of grandeur?


Ooh, bad luck. You're plastered all over today's gazette, and it ain't pleasant reading.


Dying Freezing to Death


And you was ready to let 'em have us.


Gods be damned, it's a good day to be alive.


You should be.


Honey is a luxury. We don't need honey.


Though I hope he has the mettle needed to face Mystra. She will not yield willingly, I fear...


But why not project power with soft furnishings and roaring fires? Maybe then I'd worship them.


How does this <i>pastry</i> taste worse the second time?


Thou latrine-loving leper!


It's Ffion you seek - our 'Stern Librarian'. She isn't here today, alas - your penance must wait.


If I'd just kept my mouth shut about that bloody dowry, she'd... she'd still be here.


We should have left by now. Damnation.


They know nothing.


Go on. If he doesn't wake... I'll find you.


Right after some rather vivid dreams, right, my love?


A lot of effort to hide one sarcophagus.


And a good handler knows when her pup needs correction. To wit:


Can't live my life without you.


As necessary.


He'd have betrayed the Circle. Same as the duergar - coward.


A dragon and an elf - a curious alliance.


Effort v3


I thought we might pass unnoticed along the fringes of this place. Escape the owlbear by hiding in its shadow, so to speak.


Oh, I was going to say it looks wretched. The dark hid all the kitschy details.


But - there will be more chances. You'll make them. It's what you do.


Gods, the shelves are practically picked bare.


PRAISE MAHKLOOMPAH!


On the road to Baldur's Gate, near the mountain p-pass.


Believe me - I understand better than most.


Very well.


To you, I commit into care Gale himself. I count on you to shepherd him well on this strangest of journeys.


Tsk. Whoever that was, this place chewed them up and spit them out.


I see that glint in your eyes. You've a strategy in mind. The same one as me, I'd wager.


Still, we must flow with the current we find ourselves in, however tumultuous it may be. If you've need of me, I'm glad to help.


What was that?!


Corellon's star! That is <i>grotesque</i>.


I can see it now.


Please tell me you come in peace. Last fucker who came through here properly blew out my candles.


<i>SICARIUS!</i>


You were never more to my Father than a stinging insect - irritating, but irrelevant. And yet you still scrabble for his attention.


You know me already. But you'll have the honour of making up for my blunder here.


That's more like it! How many goblins did we kill? Ten?


We probably should save the wizard, though. He does have his moments.


The grand finale has arrived, my friends, and thanks to you, I have a ringside seat.


Oh, for the love of...


But now I see more in you still. You are iron and steel, yes - but you are also silk and satin.


Hey, you!


Vincere est vivere!


Just try - all right? That's all I ask. And if - if it doesn't work, I'll figure something else out.


... Grand... Duke... Absolute... demands him...


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


*You are kicked from the Watcher's brain as your sword cleaves the woman's head from her shoulders, coating her screaming children in blood.*


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


*...and see an owlbear cub.*


You will not fall today. Well, I suppose you already have.


Resisto venenum!


Whatever you say, boss.


*You hand over the spoils of your pilfering. No harm done.*


((*the Rot festers. duergar remain. lakeward*))


Look at that.


My blood is up.


There is no fear but the fear of failing the Nightsinger.


<i>It's time, Astarion - we need the dead on our side!</i>


I hope that was an honest mistake.


Ah, you return! Beautiful day for a bottle.


People are just walking into Sharess' Caress - like it was any old business! No disrespect to you, of course, if you're a, ah, patron.


Oh no. Tragic.<br>


This wine... It's poison. Some sort of paralytic agent.


Oof. Won't be bettin' against <i>you</i> next time.


Abandon your preconceptions of who I am and why I act, and know this - my fight against the cult is righteous.


All will be mended.


To be so favoured and so blessed! One feels positively riddled with envy.


Yours wouldn't be the first spawn-skull I've severed, you know. In all honesty, I'm half-inclined to sever it now.


Mutatis mutandis!


Best get in and out.


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


Too bad. Offer's expired.


Oh, so you were doing her a favour? Well, I'm sure she's very grateful.


The grand chamber...


The weapon. <i>Now.</i>


Helm, protector of all, grant me the power to ignite this creature's flesh and burn its bones to ash. Begone, monster - your hag mother holds no power here!


What to do?<br>


What are you doing in here?


There's no getting rid of it. We'll just have to keep it hidden away.


Before the illithids' unscheduled surgery, I'd felled hundreds of beasts and a fair few fiends.


I'd rather keep your heart in your chest.


<i>Tsk'va</i> - that thing will reduce the whole crèche to ashes!


*You sense Shadowheart's worry. This 'weapon' sounds like the artefact you carry.*


Better get you out of there.


Are you trying to annoy me, or just careless?


A more innocent name than some I could call her. But it is what she <i>is</i> that ought to concern you.


If Scratch won't pick it up, I guess I will.


Careful, there's a trap here.


Nature's servant awaits.<br>


Falling<br>ver 1


You <i>will </i>bring me the Nightsong. Won't you?


I will not fight you. I am your ally. Cooperate with me, or lose EVERYTHING.


For you, oh horned cheek.


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


*L Brenton. Beloved.*


You're not a doppelganger, are you? Trying to study me, learn all my secrets so you can take my place?


Drow... master's master. No bite.


Yeah, I saw that. Remind me to not rely on you in a crisis.


Thanks.


The Absolute guides our swords. You have <i>nothing</i>.


Not even close. To think I took you for a threat.


Get... away... <i>monster...</i>


Metal... monster...


Dum vita est, spes est!


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


<i>Shhh.</i> Red one or blonde one?


Why not? It's good to relax.


Vincit qui patitur!


May you wake with your lungs full of water!


Dodge
v2


<i>How misguided you are.</i>


The scud of her soul is yours, now.


No, no thank you!


((*you aid us in good faith. in good faith, I thank you*))


Her mind will be wiped, and Viconia will remake her in whatever image she desires.


I can only deduce... you have a parasite of your own.


*Gale's right. The very air around the statue crackles with magic. It sets your teeth on edge.*


I do not know - but I do know that She allowed me to spare you.


Blade at the ready.


Mors certa!<br>v3


The power to... protect my people... sanctuary...


Hmm, let's see...<br>


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v3


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


That part, Bhaal could not extinguish. And so instead of destroying thee, he hath made thee anew.


Cudo! v2


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Romance isn't for everyone, I suppose. Still - you brought us back together, and for that, I can't thank you enough.


We expected a soft job. Something to test the new lad, maybe, but not a bloody <i>goblin nest.</i>


Cum mortuis in lingua mortua!<br>v2


Well, it was worth one last shot.


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


Rotten swine!


All will be mended.


YOU'VE MADE YOUR OFFERING. EVEN BETTER - YOU MADE A <i>MESS.</i>


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Come on, Ra'jak - even further this time.


Now leave me alone.


Slashing at her own face in the mirror. Doppelgangers are not meant to wear the same skin for too long - especially one so offensive to our Lord as <i>that</i> one.


<i>If it read your thoughts, it knows exactly what your intentions are. And it is already plotting counter-moves to stop you. </i><br>


Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.


Sphaera mortis!


We might as well lay down and let the goblins cut us up.


Barrelstalks, full of poison - and under myconid control, no doubt.


I heard you helped a refugee family stay in the home they found. Good for you! As a trader, I'm going to look for a place, too.


Effort v7


<i>Calm?</i> One moment we're hauling in our nets, and the next the damn sky is falling in!


Of course you need help.


So long as none of us are on the pointed end of his hunger pangs, I think he deserves a chance.


I have what I have gathered for myself. I'm moored to a new regent, a new land, and new allies.


Limp-witted slick-licker.


<i>Slow</i>. To tell you the truth, I feel like I have two modes: <i>Off </i>and on, on, on.


One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime, and prise the fear from my heart. I'm so very glad you came, to share this with me.


Worthless old fool. He had one bleedin' job.


Dying Burning<br>v6


With haste.


It's huge.


Laughter_Mocking_Medium<br>Var 2


No one's stopped me yet.<br>


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


Something survived in this hellscape? You should've lead with that. See you there.


The hallmarks of a ritual... but not one I am familiar with.


Ah, my apparent long-lost acquaintance. Here to wax lyrical about all the good times we didn't share?


You spherical git.


Let us be mindful in the future, at least. There are few fair bargains.


Havkelaag. He brought me from the shell. Raised me quickly. Taught me to be good. But he failed me.


GruntAngryTeeth<br>var 2


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


Nulla salus!<br>v3


*You know right away who the figures shown in the murals are - Dark Justiciars.*


An eventful night. Time to get some rest, I think.


Make it hurt.


Let's use this.


That he has enslaved illithids to fulfil his ambitions strongly suggests he is the latter.


Take care of it <i>quickly</i>. You are needed here, and my patience wears thin.


Wait. This looks familiar.


All right. Sorry.


I will not leave you behind.


Attack<br>var 3


This one leads to Luskan. There is a crèche hidden near it, or so my <i>sa'varsh</i> once told me.


No glow? How dull.


*His brow furrows. Incomprehensible squiggles surround a crude sketch: a bear disembowelling a clutch of tieflings.*


<i>You.</i>


I must pop over to the Sundries and, um, take in the sights!<br>


Although in your case, the transformation may be an improvement, <i>iblith</i>.


Just get her out!


Leave. There's no room in Lord Gortash's city for the likes of you.


Are you ready to stand by his side, in the presence of the <i>Absolute Herself</i>?


Happy to assist a friend.


Victory v4


Probably. She's the gullible sort.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v3


A mind flayer dummy. Good for practising on.


Tempestas!


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Don't be too hard on Wyll. I'm sure he carefully weighed the pros and cons.


Oof. Watch yourself!


I begin to wonder if good and evil is not a thing of <i>knowing</i>. If it is sometimes a thing that Minsc must decide for himself. Alone.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


Dying Burning<br>v5


Because nothing disgusts us more than you lot.


Effort v12


Watch yourself with the ogre. She's a hugger.


Oh. In that case, I won't keep you from your blanket. The time in my company will pass more quickly if you're asleep. Good night.


Someone get the children!


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


Hells, not these again!


I can't lose you.


If Mol were here, she'd have cracked Ketheric's skull before you even got close to him.


Attack


Is being a mind flayer so bad?


Snore
zzZzz


Makes it easier to decide who we kill and who we don't, too - so best get a move on, eh?


Help the idiot.


Voco flagella!


Try not to hit an artery.


But you killed the beast's master. You've earned this.


Omnia mutantur!<br>v3


Traces of malevolent magic linger here, but their power was shattered along with the mirror.


I have to hurry.


Outsiders aren't supposed to see us training. You... you should leave!


Baldur's Gate - we can't get there soon enough.


*One little spell and this child's telling on you. Spoilsport.*


We're done here. But if our paths cross in the city, keep your head down and keep walking, or there'll be trouble.


Study it, of course. The githyanki have been a source of great debate in the Society's circles in recent months.


Intactilis sum!


Effort v12


<i>Strong as we are, they are legion. I cannot be sure of survival. </i>


You do that.


YES! Naaber has found his calling!


Sometimes I really question my own decision-making.


A Guardian of Faith spell. Who knew faith lasted so long?


Priestess burned ya, then? Thought I smelled somethin' tasty cookin'.


I'm just glad you're all right. Next time we recruit a new friend, I'll give 'em a good once-over before we turn in.


<i>Keep your distance Bunt, just here for walk. Don't engage. </i>


And he needs you, Astarion. It's time to come home.


They may have chased me away, but surely the gith would welcome a person with such sympathetic views to their crèche.


A clean death is too good for you. We should allow the most fumbling of initiates to hone their skills on you.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Run along now. I'd like to have <i>some</i> faith in you.


He's stuck in there with poisoned geysers. We don't get him out soon, it's both our heads.


...and two glasses of beer.


The artefact is closed to me. But it's protection is an advantage - as is having a skillful cleric at my side.


Shadow Druids? This Kagha is <i>not</i> to be trusted.


...and rescuers... from... entering...


We must hurry. If she kills Ketheric before we reach Moonrise, I will be sorely disappointed.


Be right there.<br>


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


*The statue before you bears a familiar likeness. It is Balduran, the celebrated adventurer who founded the city of Baldur's Gate.*


Vos curo!<br>v2


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


The road to Baldur's Gate is up ahead. No turning back, once we start down that road.


Go slowly, this place is dangerous.


Voco vineae!<br>v3


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


There is no mask - leave me alone!


Yield, or die.


Gale climbed out of the Weave long enough to waggle his eyebrow in your direction, huh?


Truly? I thought you felt the same as I did - you saw to my needs here in camp with the care of a lover, not a host.


Get over here. We can do this.


Is that so? You realise, without me your painter friend hasn't a hope of regaining control of his body.


Nice. Someone's made quite the cosy retreat for themselves.


I always wondered what githyanki eat.


I already told you. It's a surprise. Don't you like surprises?


Quod dico face!


We often gaze through a veil of roses, but love accepts both the petal and the thorn. Gale - what is his greatest flaw?


More killed in bar fights, more killed at home, more attacks on strangers.


Hello. What's that hiding in the dirt?


Ad vitam aeternam!


A touch weary, perhaps.


Siccut cattus!<br>v3


<i>The brain knows we're here. I'm sure of it. </i>


Can't see a thing.


Can't be that clever - walked right into our trap. I'm taking it back to camp - Zevlor will know what to do with it.


Did I not warn you? Slice 'im up, fellas!


But never mind all that. I have <i>tremendously</i> exciting news.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(FastSpeed)
v2


Ugh, that reeks.


I'll certainly be treading <i>very </i>carefully, trust me.


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


Tunnels under the Open Hand Temple. The name 'Father Lorgan' is jotted down alongside them.


Ehh...


And what would Carrion be doing down in the ruins under the city?


...Hrrm. That look in your eyes - I've seen it before. Are you feeling all right?


There is no true authority in this city. The guards are more degenerate than the criminals.


Death's Head... devotee of Bhaal...


I knew of my daughter's ambitions, but not the lengths to which she'd go.


An illusion? Someone's hiding something...


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Effort v6


<b><i>The delusions are all yours, Gortash. You controlled me only for as long as I allowed you to. </i></b>


Out of sight, out of mind.


Come a little closer...


So how did I do? Are you quaking in your boots with fear?


You don't scare me. But I'm starting to wonder if I can trust you at all.


Vae victis!<br>v2


Someone who bet that you'd never be foolish enough to actually show your face in this city again. But here you are, and the gold in my purse is soon to take flight.


A picture of Gortash. They must be very proud of their boy.


Make yourself useful or make yourself scarce.


Listen, uh, I got me some business over on the other side of yonder mountain. See you never, yeah?


Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?


Orpheus believes it is his destiny to prevent the Grand Design. If he is willing to become illithid to do so, who are we to stand in his way?


*One way or another, you will have to reckon with your god. It's time to speak to Mystra.*


This guy's tryin' to poison us! Kill him!


A classic! One good thrust to the heart and you're gone.


Why, a serial killer? That's terrib- Master Meztli? Are you quite all right?


The Sharrans tormented me. And I laughed at the pain 'til ne'er couldst I stop.


That thing's focused on <i>us </i>now! Let's get to the transponder and get out of here.


That's... that's the person from my dreams...


One promise. One drop in the Astral Sea.


That 'little party' lasted from sundown to sunrise. Lia would like that.


I'm sure he'll turn up eventually - just wish there was somewhere to sit down that wasn't... sticky.


Lost your footing, have you?


What will we do? There are so few of us less.


You think so?


I've known only a few Sharrans - callous souls, every one of them.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


That you wear the guise of a <i>ghaik</i>, I might have overlooked. That you stole Orpheus from his people? I could never.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


This is Mol's eyepatch - what's become of her?


*The parasite was inserted into your head, and your body crammed into a pod long before you were moved to the nautiloid.*


I suppose that's <i>your </i>doing.


If I must.


He'll be in Sharess' Caress in Wyrm's Crossing. Go, now, if you know what's good for you - <i>and</i> the world.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Excellent - now all I need is that lantern.


Perhaps. But that's certainly a fight I won't soon forget.


*Alcohol - an odd vice for duergar, prone to triggering ancestral memories of brutal illithid enslavement.*


*The Watcher's presence fades, but another takes its place. Confident, dominant, commanding.*


A risk was taken. Unfortunately, it led to disaster.


And you, githyanki - I must ask again for your aid.<br>


No bleeding out on my watch.


As long as the Netherbrain lives, so must you. Yes, I see a ghaik before me. But I also see something more: victory.


Your friend already forced a pint on me, thanks.


My fellow Gondians are likely already dead. Cut down any Banites you see - they've earned their fate.


All those pretty little symptoms - sundering skin, dissolving guts - they haven't manifested yet, have they?


Gods damn it.


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


A little less impressive, as revelations go.


<i>Kill me. </i>No more voices. No more red. Only peace. Only dead.


Ugh.


Damn - the brew's acquired a spark!


Don't mind if I do.


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


A shame, but either one of us will be ready for you, if you wish to have us.


There's a schism growing among the githyanki people. And Lae'zel just took one step towards choosing a side.


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


Falling<br>Var 2


Isobel? So Ketheric has a daughter. Is she still alive, I wonder?


Each door named for a famous mage. It is Karsus we want, then.


<i>Steel Watcher - on guard! </i>


Circulus mortis!<br>v2


Together, we shall watch light be snuffed from the world, with joy in our hearts.


Somethin' about the moon... an' stars?


The drink-tickler escaped! No drunkard in the city is safe!


That scamp reminds me of myself when I was a nipper. Always getting into trouble.


Impero tibi!<br>v2


New colours, new destinations perhaps?


Obedi me!


<i>Hunger.</i>


Still another githyanki disc. I'll see what Lae'zel has to say.


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


*There will be dangers aplenty, of course, but what's life without a little danger?*


*You were robbed. And by the feel of your pack, not for the first time.*


Looking magical, as always.


A scrying eye. One roamed the goblin settlement, if I recall. Someone's watching us.


Extra Recovered <br>V4


Everything in your mind has been destroyed, from what I gathered. And from the path I see you on, you are doing well at picking up the pieces.


So let the others fight, while we wait. Once they are spent and bloodied from each other, we would slip in and take the prize. Alas, all perished. All but <i>you.</i>


Here we go.


Auribus teneo lupum!<br>v3


There's a crackle in the air - in the darkness. More surprises coming. Be careful.


If so, they'll hunt us to the far ends of this cursed land.


As for you - that's a tenday's pay docked. Now, back to work.


Da mihi facta!<br>v2


Let's hope the Zhentarim are a little more generous with their cuts than the Fist were, eh?


Hold your horses! I'm just poorly making a point.


If the parasite is truly to blame, we must be more vigilant than ever and hope this affliction spreads no further. I'm keeping my eye on you.


But his light was so radiant, it blinded me to all else. I could not see the darkness and corruption of the path he led me down.


<i>Its will is weakening. Let's finish this.</i>


He has his own devil, just as you have me. Aren't you a foul pair?


Hup.


I don't know who you are, True Soul, but under General Thorm's command everybody has their duties. Learn yours, and stick to them.


Have your pick of the prey - within reason, of course.


Keep in the light! You - who the hells are you?!


Pretty enough for a flesh-prison - if not the noble githzerai features I was born with.


Raphael prefers opulence to tastefulness.<br>


Yuck.


Watch it, oaf!


Harpers - to arms!


A bone. Dry and brittle.


Nightsong will be pleased to know Lorroakan isn't after her hide anymore.


A little reinvigoration is in order.


EXACTLY.


I am the one bleeding out and near <i>death.</i>


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


This place might've lost Isobel, but it hasn't lost us.


I'm just curious! Her knick-knacks could be worth something.


To your side!


*Your generous offer is met with disinterest. Only your imprisonment will suffice.*


...I thought I could trust you. We all did.


Good luck with that, chum. My mouth's buttoned.


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


You can't. You...


I am not certain. You were never disobedient before your little accident.


You trying to bribe me? If so, where's the bribe?


Irretio in sphaera!


This must be where Isobel was interred before... before Ketheric brought her back.


Must I repeat myself? Release Dhourn!


Ugh. Fresh goblin stench. They're close.


Want to watch Varrl get punished? He's in sooo much trouble.


Wait. This looks familiar.


More of the same.


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


<i>From blood we came... To blood we shall return! </i>


*You catch a glimpse of a sly smile beneath his hood and a golden coin in his hand.*


Lady Shar had a destiny in store for me - one that <i>you </i>denied to me. I should have been there, in her temple, her domain. But I wasn't, and now it's too late.


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


In the field, seeking further subjects for study. Though it has been gone for longer than I anticipated.


You could feed an army with an egg that size... if you found an intact one.


Just make sure it <i>stops </i>at your eyes, aye?


Swearest thou true faith and fealty to the same, by word, deed, and decree, so that none may suffer?


She was so looking forward to the city.


My advice would be care and caution.


I'm talking.


Don't ask me to make a hot spring for you two. It might work. But I also might cook you like lobsters.


That should work.<br>


Odd - someone's cut a notch in the tree there.


Buff


Always a pleasure.


These melodies...


Victory v3


Used to be like this all the time - before the Absolute. From what I hear, thanks to people like you, maybe we'll get back to that.


You... you beat Crusher!


Don't think I won't thrash you harder than the rothé.


Oh no.


Please - just one artefact will be enough for now.


SmileOpen<br>var 3


Gigans!


Another nature metaphor? I admire your consistency, Halsin.


An unlikely place for such a fortunate find.


...But no. That's what Kagha wants. To prove we are exactly what she says - a threat.


You slaughter well, aspirant. You are deemed - worthy.


If your beloved one wants to join, we could work out something to our mutual satisfaction.


Another slate. Lae'zel should have a look.


I can take what I please.


*But in one thought, you find comfort: you don't have to face tomorrow alone.*


PainPretend<br>var 2


If you really wanted to keep us safe, you'd tell us what happened to the Watchers!


There are no gods left to you, Minthara. You are alone.


Better keep an eye out for more.


Effort v4


And it seems Mystra's offered him an equally explosive solution. A shame our first brush with the famed Elminster couldn't be a tad more... optimistic.


<i>I take it you came here to seek a reward for my rescue?</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v10


How delicious.


Te curo!


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Surge!


It's ready to go. Time to get to work.


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


<i>Goodbye, dragon riders. I wish you the best - in your home plane, preferably.</i>


Viam sapientiae!


Not enough, clearly.


Very well.


Nulla salus!<br>v2


Eating is such a waste of time. Finding good food on this plane even more so.


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v3


Our thief comes forth, Baretha. Did you imagine such fortune?


Ex Textura!


A little more care and attention may stand to us in future, I think.


In due time. First you must submit to the Mapping of the Heart - only then can we know what is to be done with you.


Karlach, this brain we go to bully - Boo has suggested it is large. Wizard-brain large? <i>Boo-brain</i> large?


Those vampire spawn came for Astarion, didn't they? Lucky for him that we were here to fight them off...


I get that. But don't rule it out. The world just might be better with you in it - even in Avernus.


I won't go on without you.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet<br>(FastSpeed)


The crown's Netherese magic must be the true source of the parasites' abilities. This must be what elevates their potential.


*The Fist examines your illithid ally with suspicion. He was not expecting the saviour of Baldur's Gate to be accompanied by a mind flayer.*


<i>I trust you will enjoy the process, for few will believe the stories you have to tell. </i>


*The glyphs scream, branding your mind with strange runes. You see time rewritten - fate undone - your future thrumming with power.*


Wrong way - we need to get up front!


Laughter Maniacal


I see. I cannot deny that I had hoped for more time.


A rough tempest I will raise.


Let this murder be his sacrament!


Shouldn't have wished to live in more interesting times.


Vos curo!


My time is not yours to waste. Do you have a tadpole or not?


A handy little trick.


A sensible choice. Our alliance has proven beneficial to us both.


Oh you're such a sweetheart.


We'd be dead if you hadn't been here...


Well in that case, I can only assume whoever stole it then gave it to me willingly.


'Missing: Rascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat. Zola...' - and on it goes. Not a great place to be a house pet.


You come across a noblestalk mushroom about, you give it here. Gods know I've earned it.


But please, forgive me, I cannot unseal the doors. The master's kennel keeper - Godey - only he is trusted to open them.


A pity we couldn't clear this curse. I bet this place was beautiful, once.


<i>Incessantly interrupting street wanderers ruin the atmosphere outside the Blushing Mermaid...</i>


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Tunnels beneath the Open Hand Temple. And a dead priest's name written here.


He calls to you, doesn't he? <i>Bhaal.</i> Resist him - to rule in his name would be to lose who you truly are.


But that is not why you are here. The Mother Superior awaits you, and you have much  to answer for.


Damn, Hoots. That new batch burns stronger than a pit fiend's fist.


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


Mystra soothes all pain.


Didn't take you for a percussionist.


<i>Taters and turnips, grass.</i>


Well we are nothing if not gracious. Let us see if we cannot lift the veil from their eyes too!


Making you better.


Well, we've made it this far without anyone sinking their teeth into anyone else.


Someone made a mess on their way out of here. One of the adventurers?


A great darkness stirs in me. In Vlaakith's name, what is this?


More than anyone should. But I never dreamed I'd see the Dead Three working in consort with illithids.


Resisto venenum!


I am still primed to hear some slimy final rhyme from beyond the grave.


It will become everyone's business if you try to feast on half the city. This is just a friendly warning.


<i>Your faith in our bond is touching. But we did not come this far only to lose the fight for our survival at the final hurdle. </i>


Butter wouldn't melt. Well look, I won't have you tracking me down in the Fey looking for tuppence. Let's finish this - fair and square.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


It won't be my last.


Once, you could hear nature's symphony in this place. Now it is quiet. Quiet and dead.


Yes, yes, I'm coming.


*The dog stands to attention, sternly ignoring you.*


It's no use. This army of the dead is an endless one.


An offering from Moonrise Towers.


Effort v7


I've got some errands to do - but don't you fret much, pup. I'll be back in three shakes of your tail.


Oh, my hand slipped.


The devil sowed chaos. She remains until the rite is complete!


<i>Prepare the march. My Chosen gather below.</i>


Hmmm. So if I stand, the power's gone. Sedentary magic I suppose that's called.


Oh, come now - <i>everyone</i> loves a good obituary. And the one in our latest edition is to die for.


Tell me, how long has your friend been infected?


Be patient. We'll get there.


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


I saw you getting a lecture from our magical friend.


A striking view. I could never deny it.


The more you wriggle, the longer this will take!


Leave. NOW. Or I fill you with holes. And more. HAHA.


Let her go! Lord Gortash is dead, you have no right to hold her now!


I had all but lost faith in the so-called Sharran. It takes a stout will to prove me wrong.


Was that an ordinary raid? Seemed a fool's errand.


I expect so. And whoever wants him had best bring a heap of coin.


So be it. May Silvanus lend us nature's fury.


Astarion? Where'd he go?


Oof. Priestess got you good. Tha's a lovely bit of work.


*The scrutiny proves too much. The lurid text melts away before your eyes - an illusion.*


GaspFrightenedBreathLongOpen<br>var 3


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Then a warrior's death it is. Come. I will stay by your side until the very last moment - source of my bruises.


It is not a matter of Minsc trusting you. It is his stomach that might prove treacherous. But...


Let's go before they realise we're out of our pods.


My head's beating like a war drum, I swear to the gods.


Chasing rumour halfway around the city and back. Crossing the Guild, wading through filth, defying the one creature upon whom your very life depends.


Easy.


My mother taught me to talk, to walk, and then to kill. I still hope to thank her by teaching her how to die one day.


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


So, only a mind flayer can wield the stones, if you trust the Emperor's word.


That's right - you were there, weren't you?


Hope this ends well.<br>


Well, that's not good.


You should see if the Baldur's Mouth will interview you.


You have more faith in her than even I did... Understandable, though, when you have not loved her as deeply, or known the depths of her affections.


I was... swimming... in Grey Harbour...


We should throw them in the oubliette.


Might fit that chest.


Let's not make a scene, then.


Is this... why Glitterbeard's been acting so strangely?


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


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


*You try to hold the memory, but it fades to the worm. The light. The fear.*


You listening?


But I'll be damned if it goes pissing on mine.


Another who lacks the nerve? It seems Varrl's idiocy is contagious.


Pretty ones. With colours and stuff.


It's a wonderful feeling, to care for someone so deeply. Treasure it.


Voco spicae!


Rest in peace, Astarion. You may have been a blood-thirsty murderer, but I liked you all the same.


Always bringing such candour to our conversations. Some would think twice about mocking Gale of Waterdeep, but you just go straight for the gut.


I've no doubt he will satisfy your tastes for endless conversation.


Outta my face, runt.


There's a... big tent, funny costumes... circus! Yes, that's it... I was going to the circus...


Now scram it. One mistake and the reputation of Baldur's Mouth Gazette crumbles to dust.


Nine-Fingers Keene. That is what the Absolute bought black Zhentish steel to do - to kill the guildmaster!


A planeswalker? I've heard stories about your kind.


So that mirror wasn't just Sharran vanity.


What's he doin'? It's just the same thing over an' over.


Ah, I just needed a moment of quiet, to think, that's all.


Falling<br>Var 3


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v3


Feels like my brain's a solid brick of tar.


Corpora sana!<br>v2


You hear Her word. That has brought you this far.


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


Then we proceed. The patriars await.


It was not my choice. I won't suffer the consequence.


Tools and a thick rope. Someone climbed up from down below.


Mindless slaughter is the <i>only </i>answer.


We need you alive.


Did your crèche teach you nothing?


Best be on my way.


Perhaps. It would have been <i>terrible </i>fun.


<i>Handler's</i> the word, if it's all the same. Call me Mizora - your dear friend Wyll is my little puppy -


Those are words I've never heard - not since I've been in this dark dungeon.


Boo! Can you see your house from here?


Bhaal below, this could be my old chamber...


Light on my feet.<br>


The brewer's blackmailer. I might find it funny, were I capable of it.

Heh.


You can stand, so you can carry on.


Resisto mortem!<br>v2


I guess the more things change, the less they change - or something like that, eh?


W'wargaz. She will not leave this room until it is done.


The cultists are gathering at Moonrise Towers.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Investigator? That miniature mastodon is about as much use as rats in the pantry or flies in the soup.


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


Bring your friends if you've found some infernal iron. You shouldn't be alone, in case anything goes wrong.


Flimsy and grotesque. Almost certainly elven.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Healed or not, she's a hungry beast. Be cautious.


Each door is named after a wizard, so the one named after Karsus must conceal his Annals.


*Cock-a-doodle-doo.*


Fronti nulla fides!<br>v3


Ahh. Nice and warm. I kinda miss that, honestly.


To hells with that. We don't need luck or bloody help. Now, c'mon. We've a hag to kill.


Oh no, I must remain here. In truth, I'm glad to keep my distance for now... There's been some tension in the ranks. It seems a great deal is riding on the outcome of your mission.


The plates trigger the lights above the door. Must be a code of sorts.<br>


NO! He's MINE. Mine to cut, mine to eat. Spike PROMISED.


What's next?<br>


Tuebor!


You must discover the source of the magic that controls the parasites before that happens.


Be that as it may.


This is the weapon mentioned in the notebook. Supposed to be cursed...


Careful, your lordness. That drum's for callin' backup.


<i>Fair enough. </i>


I'm sure there's better things you could find to read.


Just browsing.<br>


I said, and I say again - back! You won't fool me.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Hells. How many lives where snuffed out to spill that much blood?


The platform's already here.


Please, take it in for a moment. It's not every day one's face is preserved for posterity.


You leave with your work half done? Cazador may be dead, but you would leave thousands of spawn trapped in those cages?


I should retrieve the amulet - the monk's spirit should be here when I open Shirra's tomb.


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Not riches or miracles. Just enough coin to keep my family happy and healthy.


Sure he did, buddy. Sure he did.


I only need one more piece of infernal iron to craft an insulating chamber that could make it possible for Karlach to -


Stay close, and be wary of the shadows. I'll mark your map, should the way be lost.


Selûnite. Once my enemy, now the enemy of my enemy...


Drunk


Remember, you'll be worg food if you drop 'ere. Don't matter if yer friend or foe.


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Speak up, child. Affirm your mandate.


I will continue to serve him on this plane as long as I am needed, for he has given me everything I want.


Hurt Critical<br>var2


No. Boss says we can't take the breaks of other Gazetteers.


Please enter. The Mapping of the Heart will begin once you are seated.


I made a timely retreat into the countryside. To paint, and clear my head. To <i>choose</i>, I suppose.


But I can't even finish this one song...


Go in peace, seedlings. And know that you made one whose heart was long quiet beat with love anew.


You did well bringing this to me - thank you.


VO_SFX : Initial Downed v3


If you have a change of heart and wish to be subdued, it's Ffion you should speak to when she comes back.


We can lay down later.


I won't let a friend down.


Victory v4


The people I'm sworn to protect will see only an illithid. They would cower in fear - or worse yet, try to fill you with arrows and daggers.


Lux in tenebra!<br>v2


It's done.


*A magic mirror! You've read all about them, but never seen one up close before.*


*You slip your hand into his pocket but find nothing.*


*The future of the Githyanki Empire rests on your shoulders. Battle awaits - and you mean to rise victorious.*


I couldn't agree more.


Pretty enough to paint. Too bad I don't have a canvas. Or paints. Or the skills.


<i>Connor... </i>my Connor.


Sleepy... mummy...


Like hells. I don't know what you're gettin' at, but answer the question. What were you doin'?


Can't slow down.<br>


Rest up, soldier. Who knows what tomorrow's got in store for us?


*Useless. The pain floods your nerves no matter what. You clench your jaw until it eases.*


Your father owes you his gratitude. I hope for your sake he is gracious enough to offer it, given what it cost.


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


That's a dead redcap, all right - ugly bastards.


Amicus animalis!<br>v3


Crescit eundo!


Curious - that stone there's been pried loose.


Hmm.


Weak


Mystra? What does she want of me?


*The place where the Netherstones can enforce <i>control</i>.*


But I will let the General explain that to you. You served him well in the matter of the Nightsong, after all.


You're lucky I'm even helping.


A swift mercy.<br>


Lae'zel of K'liir<i>.</i> Warrior of warriors.


It is mortality just the same.


Another broken trap. Who made these things?


It is rare that gnomes prove useful, but the runepowder bomb the Ironhands provided should be our weapon of choice.


Move it!


Not going to happen - but I do like your spunk. Besides, you've got bigger fishes to fry.


That body she's tending must be Arabella's father.


Easy.


Just a moment.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v2


It drew me in. But how?


You should have stayed in your tower.


Quite an elaborate door, for a tunnel underground.


Strange that one of your kind would be allowed here, especially during an inquisition.


Shar toys with you still. What a spiteful creature she is. This will not stop until you take action.


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


My power walks with you.


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Excellent.


<i>We should've sent another dozen guards, at least. He's not just any noble, damn it! </i>


One way or another, got to reach the top.


Was that a <i>complaint</i>?


*Your body barely complies; you feel such rushes from your thoughts of the dead woman.*


Here to make an offering to Umberlee as well, eh? They say it's good luck to placate the Bitch Queen after a drowning.


The size of that thing. Looks so much bigger when it's flying above you...


Barbarian Idle Roars<br>Var 2


Crates and caravans. Must be where tolls were collected.


Behold, Father. Baptised in your most wretched name: a new Unholy Assassin.


Eh. Nah!


Have you seen the tieflings at the south gate? Elturel's exiles, cast out by their own city.


<i>Kaincha!</i> This is some sloppy work.


<i>Of course. Return when you are ready.</i>


Hurt Critical


Nautiloid! Need to get to the brain - <i>now</i>.


Get out of here - I'm definitely not feeding the likes of you.


Not a single act wasted.


Get confused by one, blown up by the other.


Gnolls and goblins marked on the map. Travel won't be easy.


A note tucked beneath the picture. Still not worth a <i>thousand</i> words, Boo.


Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.


Closed Mouth Effort v12


That parasite in your head seems to be quiet enough, thank the gods.


Pallida mors!


This is your fate. Your right. Oathbreaker.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Welcome back, True Soul.


Victory v3


Pulchrior!


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


Selûnite rubbish.


Good craftsmanship wasted on Selûne. Maybe it can be repurposed somehow.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 3


I'll keep an eye on the gith.


Flowers? How are they growing here, of all places?


Looks like the goblins found her.


Safety my arse. Look at them, they're killing machines. What if one of them malfunctions?


*Your bribe is of no interest. Maybe you can put the gold towards something else. A new toilet bucket, or some comfier rags.*


Frange! v2


No payment, no passage.


And letting, say, a cambion near me would've been disastrous. I thought it best to just... keep my distance.


I'm glad you've made progress. Protecting this inn - well, it takes it out of you. I'll hold out as long as I can. By the sound of things, we'll have a more permanent solution soon.


*As the pain muddles your thoughts, your minds become entangled. A familiar sensation - she, too, carries a parasite.*


I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, Gale?


You're right. That's good advice. Thank you.


May Silvanus guide your hand. Focus on the leaders - that's all it will take to restore the balance here.


Wouldn't want that to scar.


Control your emotions. When you come to Her, you must allow Her love to push out all other feeling.


Forgive me. I can only offer my gratitude, and pray Silvanus protects you on your journey.


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


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(FastSpeed)


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


Dark Justiciars fell here. Those signs we saw before were no coincidence - they led us here.


No... no... NO!


Me? Serve <i>Orin</i>? I shall be sick! Fetch the Bucket of Bhaal!


What's the story?


Good nose, <i>terrific </i>mouthfeel...


Should mind my step.


I ought to leave you behind.


You might call yourself boss now, boss, but it's still Uktar I answer to.


I'll get you moving again.


Anyway, once the curse is lifted, nature can take its course without me. I belong at your side.


Stay out of my head!


Ah, you're addressing <i>me</i>. A humble ox. How... quaint.


Hmm, a pixie. Not what I expected to run into in these parts.


It's no use.


Closed Mouth Effort


Wise words, kin - and so it must be. As <i>Baht t'Vlaakith</i>, I shall still be bound to all ten-thousand protocols.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Vivat crescat floreat!


Voco glacies!<br>v2


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.


What... what was that?


How... <i>Uncouth.</i> You've rather scuppered a project I was working on.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


Obedi me...   (Whispered version.)


Te adstringo linguam!<br>v2


Incende!


I... I was wrong. I gotta release them.


Oh well, more for Popper to eats! I mean, sells.


Boys - make them bleed.


They can't even die efficiently.


Breath_Recovery<br>Var 2


You bear a jealous heart, but fear not - my attention is all yours.<br>


What's happening? Where am I?


Change your mind about the necklace, saer?


As luck would have it, you're already primed to give me exactly what I need...


<i>You dropped the Netherstone! Search the rubble and pray that no one else found it.</i>


<i>Ghaik </i>have six major arteries. No wait, seven.


A monument to Lathander, god of dawn - and killer of Helm's lover. The bastard.


<i>I need to focus. The brain is rebelling again. Be on your way and leave me to my thoughts. </i>


BreathLongOpen<br>ver 1


You might be... eccentric, but you're still our best hope of finishing off Ketheric Thorm.


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


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


A waste of flesh.


We need tools. That headcase of a Warden robbed ours, but anything that breaks rock will do - even if it's not Ironhand quality.


And I must have done a damn fine job because here you are - safe, sound, and already signed up to team Raphael.


Of course! Cleaning, cooking, construction - the possibilities are endless!


Let things begin again, as long as you keep the peace in Last Light.


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


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v3


The traitor's tongue wags! Even now, he lies!


The devourers are leaving us be. They think we're one of them.


Shout


Curious. I shouldn't wonder if that was the voice of Shar herself.


Who says you have to feel anything?


A pleasure.


Who in the hells threw that?


Hah. No one to see your corpse slip into the bay, either. We've built a chute for just that purpose.


Attack<br>var 2


Crafty swine like you could make a name for yourself in the Zhentarim. Make sure to drop by our hideout.


The owlbear bore Auril's icy ire.


Rejoice, sisters, for Umberlee has blessed her humble daughter with a pure death!


Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.


How are you holding up, Rugan?


<i>Ruled the Sword Coast's many seas,</i>


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


When you find the lordling, tell him Orin is watching.


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


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


--  <b>obey</b> ----


We did what we had to do.


First in my heart.


Laughter


Oh, and a quick word of warning, Astarion: I taste absolutely <i>awful</i>. Keep your distance.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v2


I feel... odd. My memories feel more like dreams, or stories I've half-overheard.


Let's give this a try.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Not much magic left, though - sun's too bright.


OI! GIVE THAT - oh, a fancy drow person! That's - that's my super special hand and I needs it back. Uh, now!


Hold on.


Hostium munera!


Trust me, you will have more than enough on your plate without me there too. This is for the best.


Do you hear these delusions? She defies my command. She thinks she knows better - she thinks she <i>is </i>better. But you will soon learn otherwise, girl.


He is the prince of a people who've spent aeons nursing a hatred of the very creature nestled in our skulls.


Feel my mistress' wrath.


A tressym. Never seen one in the flesh before.


Gently does it...


I did expect a bit more - spectacle, I suppose.


Not exactly an ambush for the ages.


Well. Good thing for us both I make for <i>riveting</i> company.


Breaking news! The Mouth said it first!


Behold, a most noisy cuck!


Heard you tore Nere t'bits. But that don't make us friends.


You mother and I had an arranged marriage, honey - it's not so bad.


Do you show your belly  so easily?


Right, had your chance. Raiders! Chop this'un up small.


...only to realise victory was never an option.


Looks like that's going to bruise.


These sigils... what were they for?


But you're staring - which means the tadpole has finally eaten your brain, or I have been talking too much. Either way, time to move - no?


But enough about my lesser pursuits. Why bother with trifles when I'm in the illustrious presence of my very favourite client!


*It wants you to stop killing its fellow rats. Understandable enough.*


May the gods take you first.


Demento te!


Damn it, Philomeen. After all that's happened.


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v3


A replica devilish skull. Impressive, if a little out of place.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Laughter Maniacal


These glyphs look familiar - they were in 'The Necromancy of Thay'.


Too much to hope that Scratch would hear it and break free.


Hey!


On to Baldur's Gate! And if they slam the gate on us, we'll bloody well knock it down.


*Your lover sleeps yet.*


*Your tadpole lashes and recoils. The connection is broken.*


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


Barely got away. Those githyanki aren't so lucky.


Barrelstalks - under Myconid control, I believe. They release poison if ruptured.<br>


*Your patron tugs briefly at the back of your mind - Lady Shar has left a boon in this altar for her faithful.*


A deception - proof of the doctor's manipulations. The queen does not mislead Gith's children.


So you can read? Congratulations.


Do what you came to do, Sharran. Then run to your darling master Ketheric and tell him what a good boy you've been.


*The eagle seems satisfied, but keeps a watchful eye on you.*


And nowadays the Watch comes in a Steel variety, in case you haven't noticed. I'll take my lumps.


Now that I think about it, I wonder if any of those busted Watchers have valuable parts. Loose and removable, as it were. <br>


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


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Nothing.


Time!


Jealousy is in the eye of the beholder. Or something along those lines, the wine might be befuddling me a smidge.


The heat coming off that door... opening it could spell trouble.


Thank you. That's all I can ask, and more than I hoped.


Art thou certain?


Ale me!<br>v2


Stay weapons! Have they not suffered enough?


Para bellum!<br>v2


Mm - for the best that you haven't. An agonising wail. Loud enough to wake the dead, and shrill enough to shatter a golden goblet.


Besides, you should save your energy for that wriggler swimming in your brain juice. Fierce inconvenient, isn't it?


*The vampire lord is no more, but his legacy remains. What to do with the thousands of vampire spawn he created?*


<i>Utter chaos. We've got to find a way through.</i>


I don't need thanks - I need answers. For now, rest. We'll speak come dawn.


Amicus animalis!


If I don't see you after the battle... tell the children I took out the drow.


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 2


What're you lot waiting for? <i>Get 'em!</i>


Let's get out of here!


What creatures live in waters this dark?


Oh, True Soul, I couldn't burden your spirit with such material concerns. But I'm always happy to trade.


While you're busy in the Towers, I'll keep the people here safe. If you find a way in, we'll come to your aid. Until then: go well. Be safe. And if you should meet Ketheric Thorm... be careful.


All right. Time to skulk about.


Mummy keeps talking about some 'army', but she won't tell me anything about it! I'm not a <i>baby.</i>


You know, we had the beginnings of something special once... but it was not meant to be, I suppose. For the best perhaps - I have to dedicate myself to Lady Shar now.


Dying Freezing to Death


Cheers, mate. There ya go!


What the - you were on the ship with me! How did you get inside here...?


You have any sense? You and that snake Kagha will sleep with one eye open.


Signum arcanum!


A little rest to brush the road from Boo's fur, and then back to our adventuring.


Thuh... th-three...


Careful, Kagha. The shadows don't forgive.


Of course you need help.


I'm sorry, Wyll. I've got nothing more to give.


You spherical git.


Here - he gifted me this. Call it thanks for setting me at ease.


*The creature reaches into your mind, its thoughts rattling against yours. Something inside you squirms in recognition.*


Ugh, no. Having seen what we've seen of those who chase godhood, I'm quite content with my mortality.


Praise the Absolute! What you needing, drow?


Oh, my itching Liege, it hurts to hear you recall me not! I had indeed heard rumours you had become <i>indisposed</i>.


Morio!


All that blood. Guess there's a worse place than Avernus after all.


*A shred of doubt gives you pause. Attack the gnome, and his owners are sure to defend him.*


That's generations of tradition for you!


Te absolvo!<br>v2


That mad drow was searching for this forge, too. Seems he wasn't the only one.


*The spiders skitter about, more nervous than before.*


Configo!


By all Nine Hells - what's become of you?


Sadly, and to my shame, my key has slipped from my pocket. You will have to penetrate the boudoir's depths using your own cunning.


Effort v4


Victory v3


They're not backing down!


Hells, I didn't drive them refugees out of their homes, the Absolute did that. It's not my responsibility to get them new homes. We got our own people to look after.


This must be the forge. What a sight to behold.


Come! There are many more buttocks yet to feel our boot-print!


Move forward to <i>what</i> exactly?


What's hiding here?


<i>You have much to learn about yourself in your new form, and the Underdark will prove a fitting nursery.</i>


Hey, come back! Don't leave us here!


Let the kid come. He wants to teach them refugees a lesson, right?


Ellie May's ring? Guess I got there before him.


Led by the great Mother Gith, my people cast off our chains and eliminated our <i>ghaik</i> slavers from the Astral Plane - though they still fester elsewhere.


There we go.


Bound by necrotic energy. A nasty surprise for any who stumbled in.


Remind me why I allied with you?


We have the right to defend our home.


Perhaps we ought to allocate our resources intelligently. According to our talents, as it were.


All right. Now what?


But until the moment's right, we can still be together. We can still taste all the delights of this world.


Voss' device is raising a stink. Must be githyanki nearby.


But... it is all full of little <i>bones</i>.


<i>We can still publish, but Gortash'll have my hide if I don't fix the printworks -</i> You! Get out of here, I'm busy!


Expello te!<br>v3


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(MediumSpeed)
v3


We'll still be with you. By the Moonmaiden's grace, we'll never be far. Please, Jenevelle.


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


Enough! Don't do this.


Laughter


There's an undead inside this Watcher. Why? And where is its <i>head?</i>


Not a sound.


Thank you. Here's to starting a new life - one of our own choosing.


Do you hunger for more company? Am I not enough to keep you sated?


Useless.


If this was not enough to convince you, what more is there to say?


I'll take that.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v4


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


I've got my eye on you, too, sweetie.


I love the sound of lockpicking.


Drunk - but not dead, more's the pity.


*It's hard to say how you find shelter, but you manage it. Now all that's left to do is wait for the familiar embrace of night.*


I hear shouting up ahead.


Mine!


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


Origin Extra : Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


There's little I don't believe any more. For example... is that infernal iron I smell?


<i>He came to me as I slept - a mercy killing, in his mind. I saw the tears - I felt his grief. </i>


It's no use. Can't reach him like this.


That did the trick.


Father Murmath is our past - Lolth is our future!


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


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


Hurt Critical<br>var2


Empty.


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


You can call me Shadowheart.


Drunk


Venustior!


A mind flayer dummy. Good for practising on.


I wouldn't be so foolish as to think I could escape the Absolute.


Vincit qui patitur!<br>v3


Isn't it... lovely... to talk... to someone...?


Nine Hells take me! No, never again...


Virtus et scientia!


Oh, I'm quite aware of that, rest assured - but where <i>is</i> safe right now?


Welcome, your greatness. I got some good stuff, if you're lookin' to buy.


Hmph. Terrible aftertaste. Maybe if it was stuck in a bit of brine...


A mistake you won't escape.


You sound like you're speaking from experience, Wyll. Perhaps you'll have to give me a tour - refresh my memory.


And the Nightsong? Speak true, now, for I <i>detest </i>a liar.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


No, Zaki. It'll be over soon.


Again! Again! Make it squeal again!


Happy?


Lae'zel. I could scarcely believe it at first, but I've seen the glances you share, the way you lean into each other's whispers. There is something between you two.


I'd - I'd even come with you. We can cut our way through the Hells together.


Fun? Well... yes. I suppose we did manage to make the best of things.


Hah - that is no surprise, holy one. You have entered the Stormshore Tabernacle.


I don't want to hurt you, but I can't let you live. You're too dangerous.


Yes, Boo, we really SHOULD be on our way!


*It burns relentlessly, like a red dragon's breath scorching you from the inside out.*


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


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


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


*Talons tensed to strike, beak aching to rend - the cub wants you gone.*


My goodness! What are you doing?!


Something's there, buried in the rubble.


Laughter Maniacal


Some of the others took off in the middle of the night. Left their own kin to fend for themselves.


MUMMY!


I doubt not your conviction. But Gale has an unnatural advantage.


What an angry little pixie. Sort of adorable, really.


Best think ahead, or I'm lost.


Oh my gods, look at its little beak! C'mere, you doll...


Dying Burning<br>v4


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


Shar may punish you, but she does not have claim on you any longer. Resisting her is a triumph in itself, however much it hurts.


I'm not made of magic, you know.


Keep talking like that, and they'll call you Snapbone for another reason.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio<br>(FastSpeed)


I find few things delightful. Your surrender of Astarion is among them.


There.


Agh... I need to reverse whatever Nettie did to me, before it's too late.


Join my hunt.


The truth, Elminster. How Karsus' Crown could yet be reforged. Or destroyed, as the case may be.


Sorry - ain't got time for conversin'.


*You speak with conviction. Whoever did this, it obviously wasn't you.*


A dead tongue. Whoever worshipped here must be long gone.


True enough. But an illithid pod? That would probably do the trick.


The charm renews itself, it seems.


My life for yours.


They forget how much I study, meditate, and as a bear - hibernate. I must have spent a hundred years or more asleep.


You're plotting something, aren't you? Come on then - out with it. I'd rather know <i>before</i> we take on that cerebral monstrosity.


Boo is moved to tears at the beauty of these words, Jaheira.


What would you do? Spill the blood of such an innocent? You'll get your chance.


A warded door. Better open it gently.


Crafty little shits, these ones. You need a stiff cane to keep 'em in line.


HRAAAAARGH!


That's good enough for me.


Dribbles' foot.  His oversized shoes did little to prevent it sweating - that's quite the stench.


Conspirin', are ye?


Curious. Looks like someone made a little den for themselves here.


*There's only one way to find out.*


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


You butcher well, favoured one. I see why Lady Orin chose you for Bhaal's service.


They won't be herding any more prisoners from here, thanks to us.


Mutatis mutandis!


Sob<br>var 1


Sniff<br>var 3


There's nothing more to be said. Farewell.


You tell them to stay out of the way. Cap needs the right-of-way - he can't stop on a dime when they go darting in front of the prow.


What, lost for words? I've been known to have that effect on underlings. Come and join me if you survive the descent - but do not interfere.


Can't be that clever - walked right into our trap. I'm taking it back to camp - Zevlor will know what to do with it.


Warlock... Hells' powers...


Of course not. And the time has come for <i>precisely </i>that.


Bahh. You broke 'im!


Eiecto te!<br>v3


Same old, same old - the Absolute's closing in and the Steel Watch is breathing down our necks. But still we fish.


What do I have to lose?<br>


I said he's <i>mine</i>!


At once.


A man of honour - much like Wyll's father. How cold is your heart, that you'd be his butcher?


Only to the untrained eye. That was the <i>fifth</i> time they've asked for 'fireworks'. Heh. Glorified children, those two.


If this was not enough to convince you, what more is there to say?


Ah. That's better.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 3


Whatever I can do to help.


Time to undo the damage.


Yes - I suppose I might offer you passage. But first you will obey my command in Her mighty name.


These boots have clearly been enchanted with powerful magic. I think Gale might be interested.


You're welcome to stay a while if you like. Does us good to have a little extra <i>life </i>in the house.


I've got one!


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(MediumSpeed)


Fly, hamster!


Then again, who will clean the mangled mess from my floor? So I'll ask again.


Go for the throat.


Elf jewellery. <i>Royal </i>jewellery in fact, from Suldanessellar, I believe. A curious find.


Oak Father, avert all eyes from me...


Let's see what this does.


I thought I asked you to clean the rats out of this cellar yesterday, already. Hop to it! Get in there!


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


Wait... Something's wrong, Majesty.


Looks like the hag made a shortcut. Clever.


It's just bad luck I was discovered.


They grind you down to a nub in these parts. Work you into an early grave, then don't even send flowers to your widow.


Crèche K'liir... among the Tears of Selûne...


Ain't that Beshaba's bitter truth?


CoughIll<br>var 3


I sense magic. But where?<br>


Seems they were after the hand. Which is... troubling, to say the least.


*The day is over at last. Rest awaits... yet you cannot shake the sensation that something is <i>off</i>.*


My patience is wearing.


I can feel the tingle of magic. Something close by...


Pawns, king, queen - is this lanceboard?


You shouldn't be down here. This place is off-limits to laypeople.


Baldur's Mouth Gazette. For stories with, um, teeth? Buy a copy?


No lock, no handle. How does it open?


Go on - the hero of the party deserves to have some fun.


Fly, Astarions! Return to this city, and you will answer to BOO!


We will talk more down below.


<i>PERISH!</i>


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Exactly! 'Pleasure' isn't just physical - it's a state of mind.


Heh.


Dearest patriars, but a moment. I must greet a most honoured guest.


Sob<br>var 3


Diminuo te!<br>v3


We were both born of trauma, both raised by parents who protected us with one hand and tormented us with the other.


Quod dico face...   (Whispered version.)


Could be ale's just not your drink.


I am - now that the bastard's in bits.


Word of warning: if you keep banging on war drums, you might just be drumming up war.


For most, that was the end of it. But cults like that don't disappear overnight.


And who're you? 'Nother pest? Humans... think ya rule the world. Hah!


But I must move on. Nature demands that I do.


Seven sigils on seven spawn, and Cazador has the other six. We have to face him and take that power for ourselves.


*Her guts start to spill and flow everywhere as you shift her.*


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


*You've been given the benefit of the doubt this time, but something tells you next time you won't be so lucky.*


Impressive. I don't think even Baldur's Gate's is so large.


Breath_Fast<br>Var 3


Well. I don't need to tell <i>you</i>.


<i>Indeed. Duke Stelmane. Or as I knew her - Belynne. When she was alive.</i>


Someone's diary. Might explain what happened here.


Prime spot for an ambush.


Not bad. A little gaudy for my taste, but not bad.


Go away.


Wait... what? No. This can't be. Bring him back. Bring him back NOW!


Huh. Dinner?


Wherever we are, it's falling apart.<br>


I wish it could be so. I do.


It is stand and <i>deliver</i>, little Fig. Though... I think I like yours better. You bellow like a true berserker!


Ketheric and his minions were clever. Cruel, but clever.


By Gith's eternal grace...


Yes?


I believed for a moment that we might share a path. But I still sense that absence inside you... and I fear it.


Is someone crying?


No matter. Walk away, gith. We have nothing to discuss.


The druid's poison is spreading. I need a cure, fast.


There is nothing more I can teach you, but if you bring about her death, return to me. We shall revel in the divine memory together, as Family.


Gods, what happened to his head?


And I, for one, could use a bloody drink. We'll join your camp tonight, if you'll have us.


You've only just joined us, so I'll clarify the service we offer. Security. And <i>privacy</i>.


Effort v11


You won't feel a thing.


I wonder... Could I make a pact to rid myself of you?


Oh! That'll be all, but thank you!


Lend me your strength, my Lady of Loss, for the battles yet to come.


Quietly does it. No need to attract unwanted attention.


Let them do their worst.<br>


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


The pup dug his own hole, darling. I merely supplied the claws.


But I do not plan on going anywhere just yet. And besides - you still have a tadpole in your skull. You are almost <i>certainly</i> going to die first.


SurpriseOh<br>var 3


Good little hero.


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


Bombs at the ready!


The Absolute... a chance...


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


You're not going anywhere. Harpers!


What a mess.


SPIN TO WIN PRIZES BEYOND YOUR TINY IMAGINATION, AND MAKE YOUR MISERABLE LIFE MORE BEARABLE.


This must have been quite a view, once.


Yeah? Me too. And if you want your stuff back, you gotta talk to her.


I can imagine no finer ceremorph for the job.


I'm done. I can't wait to sleep.


But nooo! Ya gotta keep silent, don'tcha? Where'd they flee to, ya stubborn RAT?


Great. More cuttin' work.


Laughter_Happy_Short<br>Var 2


Close your eyes. Submit.


Could just look the other way.


There are less worthy objects demanding a far higher price. For redemption, this is no great ask.


Now, where'd he go?


Your time will come. Only Lord Gortash's most trusted may guard the Iron Throne.


Kids! Scatter!


If it did - perhaps it would understand the weight of what it's asking of us. And why we might seek an alternative.


Ah, to be deemed worthy by the great Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir.


This suffices for now. Perhaps we can put our differences aside, out of mutual self-interest.


A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.


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


A cave. Best stay sharp - I've been out of the dark for a while.


If you want peace, you don't just break the sword - you kill the one who wields it.


I didn't think I'd live to see the day when Lae'zel turned her back on Vlaakith, but all things considered... good for her.


*You've been witnessed trying to disarm a trap. This act of hostility will not be tolerated.*


Please. I'll make it <i>extra </i>explosive. Just for you.


And heretics must be destroyed.


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


Venenum!


In your name.


The magic's too strong.


Something's on my mind.


<i>That was close. No doubt there'll be others.</i>


Chk. A brine pool, where ghaik tadpoles are grown.


Funny enough for me to take you to Manip Nestor, I think - come on.


*The image within the ball drifts through the corridors of an elegant house. Corpses hang from the walls.*


Laughter Maniacal


'Blood of Lathander' - a holy relic, surely. It must be near.<br>


Shadowheart, no! Stand, so you might mock Minsc again!


I lost good people. Good <i>friends</i>. The 'Nightsong' my arse.


Heroics don't leave half enough time for messing.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


*Like they always do at that troubled age, she shrieks for her mother as you corner her in a dingy alley.*


Gith's beloved son will lead us to a sure victory against the Netherbrain.


I feel a presence here - a power. The patron god of this place?


<i>Quiet</i>.


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


Hark! A dung golem!


My duty is to this camp.


Not that you'll be grateful.


Witness the solace of the Lady's whispers with each slice.


No messes? How dull. I'd much rather be <i>dripping</i> with this pretty boy's blood.


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


Intelligenti pauca!<br>v2


The reference to a 'hot hammer' is rather puzzling though. Whoever wrote these papers must have been rather delirious.


Come! We'll never bring the Brain low, trapped down here like fledgling chicks.


Lice-ridden cur!


oh god no oh please no oh no no no no no no no


I shall see to it.


Good. Until then. Get some rest while you can.


A house of healing, from the looks of it.


Away, eye-watering stench!


Mmm... Mmmm...


Honoured?


WYLL!


Augh, this tastes like mouldy belbuck!


Without delay.


Away, you pox'd nun!


Dying Burning<br>v6


We can deal with the prisoners when the time is right. After all, they're not going anywhere.


So he was at the House of Healing? Wonder what he found.


Cresceat scientia!
v2


Can you be sure that breaking the deal will do more good than harm?


*The two rothé moan quietly as lights flash about their heads.*


I know every poison in the Realms. I have tasted most of them. This is a paralytic agent.


I can take what I please.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


Poor Scratch. I miss him.


Let there be no doubt. We will take the hammer, and we will free Orpheus.


Handsome - not stupid. Stupid is trying to trick me...


CoughIll<br>var 1


Instead, Lia's gone, Rolan's missing... how did it come to this?


Browse our bespoke Stoney and Boney creations, or commission a statue in your likeness. It is our most sought-after service.


How long has this been going on? Do I even want to know the answer to that...?


Coinmaiden line your coffers.


ClosedMouth Effort v2


Understandable. We are small in number, and rarely stay in one place for long.


Necklace has a Harper sigil. Why were they here?


More of the same.


Shout


*You're surprised to learn you can't pay your way out of this one. Violence it is.*


Might as well.


Whoever built it, they've let it rot for ages.


Dying Panic Fall


Free... for now.


A helping hand.


For a thousand years, we have been planting the seeds of revolution.


Shadow Druids? This Kagha could prove an obstacle.


<i>Zhak vo'n'ash duj.</i>


Orin is his Chosen, and like Sarevok before her, she is able to take on the savage form of the Slayer.


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


May the Moonmaiden have mercy on your soul.


Yes, we risk turning into mind flayers. But purification will have to wait until we take control of the ship.


The curse made her a creature of sheer greed. May her soul finally be at rest.


You've been in better shape.


What an angry little creature that pixie is.


Seems the githyanki came to blows with the cultists. Let's hope they keep each other busy.


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Nah. They slow us down, I hold fire to their arses. You should see 'em dance!


*You observe the urge to laugh from afar, letting it fade with each breath.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


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


The mark of the Zhentarim. Bound to be more to this place than meets the eye.


Recovered <br>V4


I love Wyll. You know that. But I love you too. How is this possible?


Dying Panic Fall


Heh. Told you he'd make it.


That pod - is that Mizora inside?


Another trick up my sleeve.


A friendly face.


I think one of the wines disagreed with her. She came over all shaky and went upstairs to lie down.


Locked. Better take a look around.


Looking ahead.<br>


Non fit injura!<br>v2


Oh, don't mind me. Notorious dawdler. I never can make up my mind about what to get.


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


My final task lies ahead, in the Chamber of Loss.


Vincere est vivere!


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Non fit injura!<br>v3


I'd have let the goblins take me if it meant Arabella lived. Why even fight?


*The cub inspects the wound, giving it a curious peck.*


*By eradicating your siblings.*


Some power for the taking.


So the tadpole gives us the ability to manipulate others. Huh.


*Your lockpicking has landed you in trouble. You're being reported.*


Ad vitam aeternam!<br>v3


Need to get the quantities just right...


No, no. I've never been more sure of anything.


Shadow Druids? This Kagha is <i>not</i> to be trusted.


Attack Critical<br>


Things look... different.


My arm's near dead from the lashing. The prick-squeaks are digging as fast as I can make them!


Gur hunters, come to our aid!


This vessel is at thy disposal. Do what thou wilt.


That pretty skin of Orin's all melted to nothing. Unflayed. Untreated. What a waste.


Oh? Then come get it.


Protective charms, prayers... Left by Harpers, on the eve of battle.


The young would be better used as a labour force than as a source of nutrition.


Damn I right I did. My father is safe and my chains are broken!


Dying Burning<br>v5


These <i>k'chakhi</i> waste our time with idle bickering.


A rift... Its mind is rupturing. We must enter - destroy it from within.


He couldn't!


Cutting to the chase.


Risum teneatis?<br>v2


Do you know this engine inside of me is going to blow? If I don't find an infernal mechanic, I'm finished.


Hurt Critical


Thank you. You're getting to safety too, right?


Well, that was... interesting.


Contrary to how some think of us, we druids can play politics when necessary.


On my way.<br>


Where is the visitor from your dreams?


It shall be unlocked.


This ain't over, wizard.


Death becomes you.


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


Facio, Voco, Ferre
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


A pair of wings.


Show courage. I will not leave you.


Shut your mouth! I... *Ah-choo!* Feckin' leaves.


Yes, quite. There is some... mild trauma.


*The mirror is magical, but what magic? To what purpose? You have no idea.*


Dying Panic Fall<br>v6


Especially when Sa'varsh Kethk uses you as youngling target practice.


My turn.


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


I hope Shadowheart's parents are a welcome balm for her wounds. There will be pain in defying such a malicious goddess, but perhaps no more than in obeying her.


Let's hope it doesn't come to that. What did she want, anyway?


*The Circus of the Last Days has RETURNED! See dryads, djinn, and Dribbles the Clown - back with a new act!*


For now, at least.


They'll peel yer face off and nail it to a wall!


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


You are a rogue, are you not? So while Minsc and Boo charge in front to do all of the work, you will creep behind the brain and stick it in its sticky parts!


Well, someone didn't wipe their feet on the way in.


Here goes nothing.


I don't plan on it being us.


That's more easily said by some than others.


Yank open that door and it's <i>kaboom</i>. We need a plan.


*With a shake of your head, you can hear your own blood throbbing in your ears.*


A pitiful lie. Scurry along now, before something dreadful happens to you.


The sooner this wretched war ends, the better. It's far too expensive.


No time for mercy.


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


I know I can't have much more than that - not until we've found a more permanent solution to the hellfire issue.


Effort v9


Just leave me be.


Corpora sana!


Idle Peace 01
v4


<i>You...</i>


That would take the heart from even my hamster.


This was a necessary sacrifice to end the Grand Design.


Take care now.


Because of druid 'law'. Every <i>natural</i> law demands I take up my sword, storm their lair, and -


Welcome home. Now descend to me - you have much to answer for.


No staying down on my watch.


Orin was right - you're playing the fool. With all the unthinking greed of your god.


My old friend, thanks for your help with Isobel. The General was most pleased. Don't worry, I gave you some credit.


Some call the Harpers heroes. Others, petty meddlers who cannot help but stick their nose into every conflict they stumble across. The truth is in there somewhere.


Something feels... off about this tree.


I hope so. I really do.


*The parasite seizes as you approach.*


We are brothers and sisters! Stay your hand!


Focus - I need to reach the transponder.


You there! Step forward and keep your hands off your weapons!


Ended up here while Zev has all but vanished. Bet he was with the pricks from the start.


Dying Burning<br>v3


Only a true diabolist would have such an infernal collection.


Effort v12


For what? I have nothing left.


In nocte consilium!


Risus abundat!<br>v3


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


*The Death's Head stares at you, eyes full of anticipation.*


Now, now - I would hear from all dwellers of remote planes. What say you?


The stench of this place is just disgraceful.


Hurt Critical


Recovered


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


At last. There you are, my dear.


Remarkably well preserved. A little glimpse into the past.


I'll help. This time.


You can't summon a dead ogre, it turns out.


You are <i>zhak vo'n'ash duj</i>. Source of my bruises.


Illithid writing. Meaningless to me.


Learned a lot in my time in the Hells. Hope to forget most of it, but between you and me, there's nothing in all the realms like the utter power of infernal machinery.


The Watchers are history! Think for yourself and show some mercy.


A letter from Orin. Does it contain anything more than deranged taunts?


Dying Burning<br>v4


Hey, hold on. You gotta pay for that!


Well, er, if it's not too much trouble, I'd be much obliged.


We've suffered her trickery long enough - end this.


To answer your deeply hurtful query - I am an investigator. THE investigator. Valeria, Sleuth of Helm. Pleasure to meet you.


Mind flayer anatomy - an important subject. The best hunters know exactly where to strike their prey.


I can't believe this is <i>finally </i>happening.


Handy.


You some kind of elf or something?


Something to sleep on. We should get some rest.


Infernal gems, straight from the heart of Minauros. Quite the rarity.


Nothing - it must have been disarmed.


I have absolutely no idea. But it's no poem.


Selûnite drivel. What's this symbol on it?


Let's get this over with.


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


SmileClosed<br>var 3


My children. My sweet ones - what have they done to you?


It's easy to forget that there are people like you in the world. Thank you for reminding me.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(FastSpeed)


Listen, you!


Keep it together.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


We strike for the Absolute!


Oh wow, that sounds awful. I don't think I want to sound like that.


Aren't you some kind of wandering hero? Isn't this what you <i>do?</i>


You unleashed something that would consume all magic in existence, and yet you thought only of preserving yourself.


True Soul, sir. A present, straight from the battlefield.


You spherical git.


Flowers? How are they growing here, of all places?


I might not recognise the language, but I know a dictionary when I see one.


This unit is damaged, citizen. This unit is damaged, citizen. This unit is damaged, citizen.


That's just a man in a costume. It's not real.


<i>'Oppression is the price of peace - for only a unified agenda can bring order.'</i>


Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!


HE LOVES YOU HE LOVES YOU NOT HE LOVES YOU HE LOVES YOU NOT


What... what was that?


Growing people in vats just takes all the sport out of dinner.


Dying Burning<br>v6


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Of course Ethel is involved in this mess. Question is, where has she got to now?


Defied paranoid Vlaakith, and freed her people's rebel prince. Now she rideth the stars with him.


I have <i>such</i> a headache.


The Sharrans ensured she would be silenced forever. They have removed her tongue.


Door's open, I see. 'Elp me escape, an' I'll introduce ya to my tribe, all friendly-like.


What are these <i>for</i>?


Should step in before it gets worse.


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


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


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


Gruff. And intimidating. But he had the courage of ten men - and a love for Baldur's Gate few could match.


I should get back to work.


*He flutters into the air without another word, setting off at a determined pace.*


Sob<br>var 3


You're welcome to try and kill me, of course, but I don't die easily these days.


That is how Shar wished it to be. She robbed you of your childhood, all to spite her twin.


VO_SFX : Downed v4


Moyra... do I know her? Yes... yes I think I do. How much does she need?


A dead drow. No one's going to shed any tears.


Because we can't let the Absolute win. Not now, not ever.


Take this amulet, child, and return it to your Father's chamber. You are the true inheritor of his will, and he would smile to see you wear it.


My power walks with you.


What is a hero, my son, if not an actor for the greater good?


That bastard broke his nose! What is this place?


In the Underdark, we have packs of winged hounds to deal with vermin like your precious Tara.


Calm down, 'Biter, you're louder than the fireworks!


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


Hot hot HOT!


Hurt


The stolen boots will do nicely as proof. And a True Soul like yerself could name their prize then, I reckon.


Attack Critical<br>var2


Sniff<br>var 3


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Spare a coin for a lost soul?


Those scars... great pain's been visited upon you. I'm sorry.


Let me do it.


I deserve that. And I'm sorry.


Just a book. About as magical as a leaky shoe.


Damn thing could blot out the sun.


We never stopped. Thank you, Moonmaiden. You let me see my Jenevelle, my baby girl, one last time.


Bastard... dwarf... red... shirt...


*After a final squeak of warning - break the rules, and there will be trouble - she scurries away.*


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


Let's see what we have here.


My pup here's been unruly -


*Your tingling Urge knows her face - this is the cleric Sceleritas sent you to kill.*


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Olodan speaks truth. Who among you disagrees? Who would see this grove in <i>ruin</i>?


A few pointers, Lae'zel. I heard you and your lover locked in combat, but the test you set was not rigorous enough.


Well, there's Naoise, our lovely nymph - but she'll be in no state for companionship. Not after... not after what happened.


Glue and optimism are holding this thing together.


Looks like the barrier's turned off. Lucky me.


Enough waiting. I crave blood.


*Even if it's just at night.*


...There are no killers here, Zhent. Assassins, those are a different matter entirely.


It's a druids' grove - fella in charge went by the name Halsin. He ain't here anymore, though.


Never thought the druids would attack. Thank you. We were lucky to have you.


<i>I was determined to return in triumph once again - I heard of treasure in Moonrise. I strove to find it. </i>


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


From you? No thanks.


Even a devil wouldn't sink this low.


Well isn't that handy? Thank you, magical book.<br>


Can't trust anyone anymore - and that includes you.


Do it for Minsc!


Scalpel... find scalpel. Incision...


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


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


That must have hurt.


Let's pop you open, shall we?


*Her mind enters yours, a splinter of ice piercing your memories.*


Victory v3


I need to get off this roof NOW!


As the city grows weaker, Bhaal's call grows stronger. More and more seek his sanctuary.


I am offering an olive branch. Do not knock it aside so quickly.


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


Smells it, too.


...and stop looking at me like that. I'm not sprouting tentacles just yet.


You're absolutely right. So - tell me what you bloody want, <i>please</i>.


What're you after, friend? Got grub, potions, a few nice vintages. Best stock up now before someone clears me out to fill their larder.


You fancy me or somethin'? Leave off!


<i>Food.</i>


Voco spicae!
v3


Caution to the wind!


Invoco te!


If you're waiting for thanks, you'll get none from me. Go help the others, go on!


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 3


Tools and a thick rope. Someone climbed up from down below.


He'll settle in. Give it a little time.


Victory v3


You sold your soul to save Baldur's Gate - and I cast you out for it.


Think I found something.


To the task.


You peckish? Didn't figure dwarves for cannibals, but yer welcome to 'ave a bite when he's done.


Hmm. A sign that your cognitive abilities are not so robust as they appear.


*Perhaps, although who knows how warm your welcome will be after you killed all those spawn in the cells...*


Another part of the Orpheus tale. It reads as follows:


But for one purpose you are fit indeed - you will make a fine offering to the Murder Lord.


Magis amica veritas!<br>v2


No, you will stay here. You will be mine, now and forever!


Agh!


Para bellum!


Bit of caution never hurt.


Looks like these plaques make for a mechanism of sorts. I sense a secret.<br>


He surrendered - leave him be.


A nautiloid? Could it be?


A little quiet down here, without the crying.


Eiecto te!<br>v2


Acidum!


So where does this leave us? It's hard to trust someone who blacks out and stabs you to death.


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Ominous, but Gale might find it useful.


A fine scar to tell your children about.


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


And now what? We dig a hole and be done with him?


Intactilis sum!


But first - I owe them justice. Moonrise must fall.


Danis?


Allow me.


EffortMouthClosed<br>var 2


*Whine.* I don't know your smell.


Miracle worker.


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


<i>I miss you so much. But I'm happy. And getting up to some really important shit. Maybe you can see for yourselves. I don't know.</i>


Hold still! I'll kiss you when you've stopped bleeding, you lummox.


Te occludo oculos!<br>v3


<i>Tsk'va! </i>This 'tart' is disgusting.


What is this?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Well, she wasn't lying - she's immortal.


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


I'm the guard? So... don't steal anything! I'm watching you!


No hesitation.


A nasty little optimist, who doesn't have the good sense to lose her mind completely like the rest of us.


Dodge


Seek out the nautiloid bay, descend the elevator, then the doorway that lies straight ahead. The general will be there.


Scio, Didici, Pecto<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


If we do this, I need you to understand exactly what I <i>do not </i>ask of you:


There it is. A high price to pay for a stranger's immortality.


...Where... where are we? There was... fire in the sky, and then...


((*do you hear, Kin Spirit? a new harmony. serenity. I now deem you Peace-Bringer*))


Under the Archduke, we are untouchable.


A pressure plate? Curious - there must be a trick to it.


That slippery little parasite is important. We mustn't lose it.


Maybe... but I know better than to share my bed drunk.


Best stick to donations from now on. Much less dangerous.


Breathe easy.


Yes, that seems to have done the trick.


You're right - apparently they're these <i>hero</i> types.


Oh Master, consider the tiny mishap with the bard you had the last time we met.


Resisto mortem!<br>v3


I don't dare to imagine making such a decision when there's the small matter of the enormous brain beneath the crown still to overcome.


Bhaal is not like the Absolute. He will not control you... he will unleash you.


I wonder what they say...


A letter from Orin...


Keep it. Do what you will with it.


I'm not sharing you with that ruffle-collared leech. Over his dead body.


I've got a long road ahead.<br>


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


The blood that stains you betrays the awful truth.


Your overeagerness to spill blood has led the inhabitants to cower behind this enchantment.


I'll take the pain away.


Footprints. And whomever left them went straight into that cave.


Your funeral. Mol gets spicy when people leave her out of the know.


All right, let that anger out however you see fit.


Well, that's not good.<br>


Still considering our options?


Dying Panic Fall<br>v2


Voco arvina!


What now?


Hah! A <i>ranga</i> and Sazza killing druids? Pull the other one.


<i>Now this place is yours to command, and my power is yours to wield, my Chosen.</i>


I'll see what else I can find here, but keep your eye out in the city. There'll be more corpses soon, if we can't figure this out.


How about this?


*The dog's hackles raise.*


A simple procedure at the House of Grief, and my worries were gone! They removed my bad memories.


Good. Then hopefully you'll understand exactly what I mean...


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


Did the hag do all this?


I dunno. Magic, innit? I'm just saying maybe there's a reason for that weird feeling of yours.


Don't believe you. You ain't got enough scars to be one of her playthings.


All right. If you say so, then I believe you.


Malleus!


The brain awakens - we must act now. Faithful, come forward.


Of course he is! The greatest spellcaster along the Sword Coast. As if I'd settle for a lesser mentor.


The killer left a bloodied ring. This was no jewel thief's doing.<br>


Laughter Maniacal


*Vlaakith will call for your head and send the <i>kith'raki</i>. They will chase you to the ends of the many planes.*


*The statue offers you nothing but silence. Whatever secrets it may guard will remain hidden.*


*He steps closer hesitantly.*


Back on your feet, friend.


Falling


*The smell of rot assaults your senses as the illusion vanishes.*


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Dying Burning<br>v2


This is what lies at the heart of Shar's church? What is being done to them?


My herd are dairy goats. I bet they're going to slaughter them, the poor things.


Oi! What you doin' with the alarm?


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Origin Extra: Dying Burning<br>v2


Hm, just thought of something.


Hope this ends well.<br>


What's done is done, but I have an idea that might help me... if you're willing to play a part.


Yeah. Every beggar's got a spot to kip in. And this is mine. So clear off.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


This soul remembers its invective, but remembers not its tongue.


They're seeking a weapon. I wonder if they mean that odd artefact...


Excellent. A job well done, sister.


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


Too bad. I thought maybe you could be a friend. I could've done with one of those.


What rotten Hell did this tart spring from? My stomach aches...


No. Everything went exactly as it was supposed to. But there's something else - something missing from Thaniel.


Sussur bark. A rare commodity.


Only a few head colds - and a tongue-lashing from my worried father.


A Magic Mouth spell. Sounds pretty important.


Fine.


The Moonmaiden needs you more than she needs us. You are the future - you must return to the fold. We are the past. And our duty is almost done.


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


Yes. I've had some doubts in the past... but surely that's normal for such a monumentous step.


Let's see what this does.


By the gods - Arfur was the one who built those explosive bears.


*You see a clawed hand open a holding pod to reveal a face. <i>Yours.</i>*


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


Thought so. Lucky you're with the Absolute or I'd sell you nothin'.


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Pretty, but it doesn't do much.


This calls for careful footwork.


Quickly. Kill them - we must leave.


*You try to close the book, but claws tear at you from the darkness. You can feel them on your body - in your soul, scratching and tearing at your sanity.*


Maybe - maybe it just needs time to wear off. Fingers crossed the goblins don't return any time soon.


Attack<br>var 4


A little keepsake.