You're even worse at lying than you are at sneak attacks. You and I are done.


Seems it's guarded by a protector of some sort - something weak to this 'hot hammer'.


Ab uno disce omnes!<br>v2


They hid their gate with ivy.


Uhh...


Sister Rose has Lorgan in the infirmary. Preparing him for a decent burial.


I am! Oh - oh, that was a bad idea.


I'm not going in there - to <i>hell</i>! It was Runt's idea.


Well this is darling. Very 'Granny's cottage' meets 'rotting troll carcass.'


Presuming, of course, the people can stomach the sight of these gods-damned horns.


Sucker-punching strangers - that's your bit, right?


Yours is a crude and clumsy violence, sibling. You'll hack a jagged path through this city to reach me.


We're all on the same side, friend. Nine-Fingers invited us herself.


Combat Vocals - Snore
zzZzz
v4


Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.


Leave the bloody chest, and concentrate on the monsters!


Shit, it's you. You went looking for the Nightsong after me. Please tell me you found it.


These citizens need to be evaluated. I'm sure this Watcher will sort itself out soon and we can all get on with it.


My, took quite the workout to get this moving. Must have been ages since someone last used it.


Let no lock resist nature's will.


I need to get back...


Vlaakith's crown - gone again.


*How unfortunate. You'll need to prove you're a better fighter than you are a pickpocket.*


I'm not sure what I was expecting, but whatever that was, it was worse.


A dragon-rider. My kin are hunting - blood will be spilled.


Locked. There must be some way to get these open...


What do they think's gonna happen? A merfolk ambush?


BOOOAL! Our Lord has been murdered!


You're hardly in a position to stop me, given how weak you are.


Tara. Gale's tressym grew restless at camp.


Rolan and I were blessed with hot tempers, and without Cal... well, I'm glad you talked sense into us. Thank you.


Odd necklace. Might sell for a few coppers.


And it destroyed a <i>zaith'isk</i>... Then its power is even more unique than I thought. I must examine it.


<i>After you.</i>


You keep such silly little lambs in your flock. So easily slaughtered. Not like your green-gored friend. She loves the taste of blood too much.


What's this? A clever little hideaway?


Only the Orphic Hammer can break Orpheus free.


Please, be smart about this. Save him.


Citius!


Donations?


Stuck fast. I'll help.<br>


For the best, I guess.


Anywhen. What were we saying?


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(FastSpeed)
v3


Sword and a hat. Wonder whose.


What... what happened?


Something good here, I hope.


Oh stop, you can hardly be that miserable if you have energy for flirting.


Forward - the Netherbrain falls this day. Let it be the first victim in the War for the Skies!


'Elminster's Library?' People will get their thrills in the strangest of places...


Blocked. Of course.


Incredible stonework. Nothing like it topside - that I've seen, anyway.


You will not suffer beneath the devil's yoke for long. Mizora thinks herself protected by her paper - but Boo needs new scraps for his bedding.


Secreti umbrarum!<br>v3


Barbarian Idle Breaths


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


*Witness the charms of Shimmer the Siren for yourself. Will you blush like a mermaid?*


A quiet word, then.


*And in this dream world, the fires that burn inside you wouldn't  hurt a fly, much less a mind flayer.*


Tempestas!


Corpora sana!


On my way.


Vita excolatur!<br>v2


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


I may have used some artistic licence in describing her to you, but make no mistake - her brow definitely twitched when I told her about Kerri.


I'm afraid I don't have your stamina - I'll be turning in soon. Thank you again for letting me stay.


Intactilis sum!


You are debating allowing another into your heart.


<i>Only one more remains, and then we will be ready to pursue the elder brain. </i>


Origin Extra : Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


Bunch of empty boxes and spiderwebs. Guess Lolth's cultists haven't been back here in a while.<br>


You! The way you handled Zarys - you're not one of her thugs.<br>


Where did the djinni find this crap?


No! Hurt! Run!


All the hallmarks of a miserable death.<br>


A little gratitude would be nice.


Let's try and keep this diplomatic. I'd rather not jump into another fight quite so soon.


<i>PERISH!</i>


His devilish visage is a boon to him in this, for they do not see him coming 'til he striketh, and he striketh fast, and true.


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


Mind the True Soul. He will - he - he...


No - please. Not you.


Dying Burning


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


A helpful hand.


If that's true, it's thanks to you, and the trust you show in me at every turn of this strange adventure of ours.


... you beautiful bastard... thought my luck had finally run out...


There we are.


Et alibi!


What're you tryin' to pull? You tryin' to get in my head? I'll kill ya!


The beggar wants their coppers, do they? Fine by me.


Malleus!


Victory v3


*The indentation seems to be the right size and shape to fit a signet ring bearing the family crest.*


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


I'll use your blood to spice my stew.


Hmm. Didn't work.<br>


There we are. A short descent, but no less dramatic for it.


<i>Orthon - with me!</i>


What has he put in my pockets?! I felt something there.


I... do not understand your concern. Perhaps once again, Minsc is missing something?


That should be everything. Let's see what this thing can do.


I better get a 'thank you'.


That's quite an egg.


Bring Orin's Netherstone with you. Come without it, and my Lord's wrath will be loosed.


Murdering Orin... raising my daughter...


Do not look upon me.


I will free you.<br>


And here I mistook you for someone with taste. A pity.


Then it is settled, is it not? A Crown for a Hammer. A bargain of a lifetime, Lae'zel of K'liir.


Hey, Shads. I know you've just heard a lot of pretty shocking stuff. I can't pretend to know how you're feeling, but I want you to know I'm beside you.


Invoco te<br>v3


Voco araneae!<br>v2


You've bought yourself some Zhentish steel. Use it well.


True. I've never heard a mummy complain about a wrinkled doublet. Or sour wine.


Yikes, don't disturb a half-ogre in the making!


Closed Mouth Effort v8


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


Let the cards fall. We have a strong hand to play.


Drow. Last time I saw one of you folk, he tried to slit me open. I hope you're more agreeable.


Well met. And - a thousand sorries.


I see tracks there - or footprints. That's worth a look.


There was a lot of silly nonsense in our house. My mates used to say we had our own personal language. I guess I'm the last remaining speaker.


Whatever. I'm tired of taking orders from people who think they know better than me.


Hold steady.


You have a cult to kill. What do you need from me to do it?


Make it a short one.


I can sense Halsin - we just have to buy him a little more time!


<i>I never would've bothered with Gortash if they'd been around. They wouldn't have let me within a league of him.</i>


This is the best job I've ever had, I must say.


Fly at me, you fool. You cannot stop what is to come.


Hidden in the depths. The perfect place for nefarious secrets.


Dad says there's already too many refugees and the city can't hold anymore. We've got to keep them out.


Voco flagella!<br>v3


That a fact? He's at the windmill, muckin' about. Wouldn't stray again, if I were you.


VO_SFX: Clearing his throat


On your feet.


Now - <i>your</i> business?


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


What will <i>this </i>do?


We'll never put this fire out. You're better off helping anyone trapped inside!


There's no backing out now - we'll be together forever. <i>I can promise you that</i>.


This ship is crashing. Do you intend to die for a stranger?


Love to be taken for granted.


Ira et dolor!


Recovered <br>V4


Stand strong.


Never in my wildest dreams could I have bested the hag - thank you, my friend, for doing the impossible.


Come - it's time for us to meet our fates and end this illithid nightmare.


Laughter Maniacal<br>v3


Effort v3


I've been in worse spots - and I ain't dead yet. Move along, True Soul.


What?! Wait! You promised! Guards!!


Hells - looks the proprietor concocted those lethal bears.


I'll hog-tie him and force him to get this tadpole out if it's the last thing he does.


Oculus tempestatis!<br>v3


With this amulet, He grants you entry to His chambers - the undercity Temple of Bhaal.


Dead drow and some skeletons. I wonder what happened.


Well. This is quite the mess you've gotten us into.


Vis medicatrix!


Hmm... what's that?


I told you already, <i>no access to the printer room</i>. If you keep forgetting, I'll print it out and nail it to yer head. Sod off.


Cresceat scientia!


I can't hold it any longer!


Zarys... Swordhar of the Zhentarim...


N'u sv'jet!


*You recognise the funeral rites of the Gur people - a tribe of monster hunters you've had dealings with before. Their leader is burning the possessions of those who have fallen.*


I'm ready to pay back my debts to you, friend. <i>All</i> of them.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Very funny. Yes - I can read. School put me off big boring tomes. Sometimes I wonder what I'm missing.


Don't make me hold your hand now.<br>


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(MediumSpeed)


They are not the wisest beasts to befriend - but I did not think you feared wolves so, Shadowheart.<br>


Guess it don't matter what you are. You're a True Soul. And that's good enough for me.


Light as air


I'll empty every last of the Council of Four's coffers, if I must.


*Reunite the crown with the Dead Three's Netherstones, and you would have total control over it. The power of a god, in your hands.*


I'm going to have to write a song about you now, aren't I?


The druids - someone stop them!


It's not safe here - keep moving.


Baaa. <i>Argh. </i>BAAA.


Hope your soul is in good hands.


You could pop your head in and pay your respects.


Truly? I'm sorry it had to come to this, but she left us with no choice.


We three have come through darker places than this together, Minsc.


Sometimes the only way out is through.


If the Illithid Empire were ever to return, she would be incapable of stopping them.


Invoco te!<br>v3


Shit!


So, we've been travelling with a vampire this whole time? Perfect. Just perfect.


Weapon diagrams. Our friendly neighbourhood blacksmith has been busy.


Go on - cut me down.<br>


Get out of here - while you have the chance.


Away, <i>insect.</i>


At best, I was sure you'd say no. More likely, you'd ram a stake through my ribs.


Trade, why else? That gap-handed wench and her Guild held their monopoly for far too long.


Someone was... <i>arranging</i> these corpses. What for?


...Not a single drop swallowed. You must think me a ripe fool.


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


We're up against the greatest threat Faerûn has ever faced. I don't mind getting my hands dirty if it gives us a better chance of surviving.


Vincere est vivere!<br>v2


Not some amatuer occultist, then - a true diabolist.


Make me proud.


Yes - you <i>would</i> say so. I know your kind. You see only villains and victims.


Ah bloody hells - Crimson did a runner. I'm gonna get my head kicked in for this.


A petrification ray... someone addled that spectator.


Thank you, magic!


<i>It has been anticipating our every move from the start.</i>


It's those damn shadows. Be ready!


One more time.


...We're, uh... we're leaving! C'mon, move it!


And like any threat, it must be eliminated. We must find a way.


Fiat voluntas dei!<br>v3


*She fears the Emperor's influence on her mind. She trusts you with this power more than she trusts herself.*


Excellent armour. Drowcraft, of course.


Pray ask, and I will tell.


*Morning - tainted by the faint whiff of sulphur. You may have rejected Mizora, but her essence still hangs in the air.*


Well, that's interesting.<br>


Breathe deep, and move.


C'mon Locke. We're done.


Now that that's settled, we can get to finding a healer.


For the best. Death is too good for it.


A remarkable spear. The very one that Shadowheart wishes to claim, no doubt.


I want to help, but I can't. Not until I know she'll do what has to be done, if it comes to that.


Can I put my leg down yet?


Ha! Betraying so quickly? Be careful your backstabbing arm doesn't get tired.


Knight to king five.


Hurt
Ugh!
var4


There was a time when we'd have a pillory in the Wide, small enough even for street pups like you.


Gods Nop, you sure can pick them.


Dying Burning<br>v2


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


<i>Search at your leisure. I must prepare for my return to the Underdark.</i>


Geroff. These're my music boxes - find yer own.


<i>I know this because I delivered it to him myself. </i>


Keep starin' and you'll end up in the obituaries with Gortash. Get on your way.


I have to hurry.


Ugh. I suppose I should.


HmhmHEE! Pesky Sharrans, infesting every nook and cranny with their goddess' looming shadow.


Gods! I'd nearly forgotten. I'm so hungry I would've bitten into anything.


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


This catch is spoiled. You'll have to wait for the next boat.


It felt like a bloody earthquake.


Can't talk. Last time I missed quota, Head Banker Glitterbeard locked me in a safety deposit box.


Intactilis sum!<br>v2


<i>This is it - protect your illithid ally while they cast the spell! </i>


I don't know what to do. There's nowhere else to go.


And that yammering pisshole's bad news for your lifespan, but you keep flapping it...


I need healing.


May the city know the truth of my only son. Pride of Ravengard, pride of Baldur's Gate.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 1


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


The <i>one </i>downside? I think you might have stopped the count too soon...


Let's turn the tables.


*The portrait looks down on you - as if you were little more than an insect.*


*He's telling the truth - you've never been more sure of anything.*


Let's go, the workshop's this way.


Find the druids. Bleed them dry.


*Florrick, former advisor to Duke Ravengard, has been found guilty of treacherous and seditious activity against the people of Baldur's Gate.*


That's incredible! In that case, you ought to let me return the favour. My muscle for your aid in my battle against the powers of the arch-bitch.


Es praedae mei!


Let's go see Z'rell - and mind you don't slip in the goblin guts.


From this angle, there's nothing you can't endure.


You've stepped on the Guild's toes - and we'd like a little something to make it better.


From earth do we rise. In fire are we forged. In steel are we mighty!


Bold actions for someone in fireball distance.


An army camp, I reckon - the <i>Absolute's</i> army. I better keep clear.


*You've witnessed first-hand the Absolute's depravity. It's quite something to know you now have the power to wipe it from existence with a snap of your fingers.*


Do as I do. We'll be fine as long as we show the <i>ch'r'ai</i> respect.


Obey the drow.


Not very nice. Not very friendly.


*Catharsis falls over you as you pour out your heart for hours.*


Hurt Critical<br>var2


HeHEE! Blood was once spilled here. <i>My</i> blood, no less. HahahaHA.


*Basilisk Gate Barracks.*


Onward.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


Can you believe it? They removed the Baldur's Mouth puzzle section. That was the <i>best </i>bit.


So, Orin's a shapeshifter. Which means we can't trust anyone - not even each other.


Dodge


Keep digging, stew-meat!


The Gur camp, the Gur camp... Maybe? Yes. I think so.


I expect you to do the same. Leave your mark. <i>Be the source of my bruises.</i>


Never seen a True Soul in action before - I'd follow you to the Hells and back.


Another mask.


A tidy slot, but no rune.


Te exsecror!


Sharp, deep... and still fresh. Some monster did this, marking its territory.


Nymessa - no!


The crowd cheered, the tension drained into five dozen tankards, and soon all was well again.


A curious item. What is its purpose?


An owlbear egg... these are supposed to be worth a fortune...


No staying down on my watch.


Dying Burning<br>v3


I admit, I like this one's approach. A little genocidal, but effective.


Have you found her? My daughter?


Why is this made of <i>paper</i>?


<i>Fine.</i> I have the stupid amulet. Take it.


Wouldn't take the stuff no matter what. If I'm gonna go, let it be in a blaze of glory.


All his children were to attend - your brothers and sisters are there already. He'll be furious you didn't make it.


You've made your choice - and us with you, Silvanus spare us. The princeling will save his people - just not in the way he imagined.


Resisto frigus!<br>v2


Flat to the wall.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v4


Are you so easily entertained?


Dying Freezing to Death


Surprise, surprise.<br>


Then no. No surprises.


This isn't coin - it's <i>paper</i>.


An eyepatch. But whose?


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


<i>You must be joking. Look around you - we are at <b>WAR. </b></i>


Your pet drow, Minthara, should recognise me. I'm her superior after all. As for these creatures.


((*...a sprout...*))


Ugh. Strahd wouldn't put up with this shit.


Did you think yourself abandoned?


<i>Aggeniculamur in umbra tua, Pater Arborum.</i>


But - if Minsc's words are not enough, then listen to those of one far wiser than he.


Well, hello. We don't get too many visitors from down below. Behave, yeah? I'd hate to see someone as pretty as you in cuffs.


I'm sorry, I don't have time to get involved in gossip - I need to stop them from taking my goats.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 3


Help underway!


... even our Gauntlet. Thought she'd outlive us all.


I want to join you - to fight by your side. I want to help people - as you've helped me.


So, you've committed to being the Blade of Frontiers. None can doubt you've earned the title. Well done.


That name... not the first thing you'd think to call an artefact of the Absolute.


Shadowlach


A gith...


My son has taken up the mantle. He fights tooth and nail every single day. I only pray it's enough. That <i>I've </i>done enough.


Drunk humming the main theme of the game


An adamantine forge? Think of the masterworks that could be made there.


Damn - by the Nine Hells, it worked!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


Shadowheart! Anyone but her!


And so they named the city to honour him. Balduran's - <i>Baldur's </i>Gate.


They leave us again? Very well, my queen - we will wait.


Too late to keep your counsel, I'm afraid. You already revealed so much to me during the Mapping.


The foot of a clown. Someone's sending a message - just don't ask me what, exactly.


<i>Your hubris drives you even now. You failed before, I cannot trust that you will not fail again.</i>


Gored to death, by the look of it.


Wonderful. Just fantastic.


Honestly, I'm not completely sure. But I know it'll be no match for you, me, and the hamster.


They spoke of the Absolute - same as that goblin, Sazza. Curious.


I've never seen symbols like this. But I still know them. <i>How?</i>


*'Vlaakith's faithful roar out this tale. But beneath the roars, we hear whispers carrying truth and prophecy.'*


No thanks.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


I think not - <i>this</i> time, the pleasure will be all mine.


Barbarian Roar<br>v5


We will stay. For now. I just hope he doesn't pay anyone else to come sniffing round.


And little Vanra was so very <i>tasty.</i>


<i>The tiefling is letting her passions get the better of her. The situation is delicate. Do not be swept up in her emotions. </i>


Fytz. If you aren't a sight for sore eyes.


The work of the hag. No doubt about it.


Out of my way - I need my <i>daughter</i>.


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


Investigating... Ketheric Thorm. Rumours of... Sharran cult. Worse... than we thought.


That symbol, in the blood... what does it mean?


I wish they'd stop looking at me like I'm food.


So, you too passed Sarevok's tribunal.


Now that's not good.


Now - you must obey me and hunt, <i>jaluk</i>. In Her name.


And it's charged with magic. Ordinary slobs can't see it; only us that follow the Absolute.


Please, Gond, if there was a time to send a miracle, now would be it!


That doesn't look comfortable.


That's it, make love to the air, skellies!


A waste of my talents.


DAME AYLIN! WE HAVE NEED OF HEAVEN'S BOOT!


A familiar symbol on the collar. Gale, does this - thing - belong to you?


A lovely home the hag has made. Wasn't she going to invite us down for tea?


My quill is trembling in anticipation! Tell me everything!


No time to waste.


Option two. I break your pact. You are freed from your duty but retain your devil form. Your father dies by his enemy's hand.


<b><i>Who do you think planted the knowledge of Orpheus' power, and the fear of what it could do? </i></b>


Praise Ironhand. Laridda - our prayers are answered!


Effort v9


True Soul - prove your faith. <i>Strike him down.</i>


Shadowheart needs to speak to her more than I do. Better wait until she is free.


Lads were too soft - I didn't even get any good scars.


I sense magic. But where?<br>


Attack


*Lastly, she asks for a sacrifice. To become a Dark Justiciar, one must spill the blood of a Selûnite.*


Well, obviously I'm on my way down now. So if you could just point us in the right direction...


Demento te!


You must kill again - but I don't imagine that'll be a problem. End another target from this list.


Could mean anything.


Help's on the way.


Mol! Help!


Keep your guard high. Let's move on.


Decorum, Karlach. A modicum, I beg of you. Especially considering what awaits you.


Mors certa!<br>v2


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


I need a moment for the two of us.


YOU NEVER KNOW WHO'S LISTENING


I don't know any druids.


Again?


My time is money, and you've wasted too much of it. Get out of my sight.


That's Gortash, isn't it?


Fewer than if the Absolute goes unchecked. I don't want to kill, and I don't want to die... but inaction will lead to bloodshed all the same.


Do not despair, my hamster is at hand!


<i>Tsk'va</i>. What fool would strike our greatest ally?


You're not letting the hag win - not a <i>chance.</i>


These common folk need to learn to respect authority. Good thing I'm happy to teach them!


Everyone loves - even those who wrap their hearts in stone. I can help you see that love more clearly.


Mol says you're all right. Doesn't mean I gotta talk to you.


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


Come on. Up!


This statue bears Balduran's likeness. We've found it - the great dragon's lair.


You've been a bad boy, Wyll. I'd say your leash needs a <i>yank</i>.


It's all over your foot! Oh that's disgusting.


Effort v3


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


You take care out here.


I just need some time to let it sink in - to figure out what it means now that he's gone.


As you like. I guess you'll be heading to the camp across the Ebonlake.


We've been travelling with a godsdamned vampire?


Morere!


I'm on my way.


Good idea, I think.


Hostium munera!


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


Argh, that's hot!


Dying


Mutatis mutandis!<br>v2


No one's coming - the deal is done.


*It has seen the deep shadows of Grymforge, and the stone floors left bloodied.*


The Towers were here. Soot - sulphur - limestone. Dusted all over. Signature.


Yes. They know of 'The Necromancy of Thay'. They fear it. They do not want its power released -


Volo non fugia!<br>v3


An ordinary lamp. Not a trace of magic on it.


Oh no - Arabella's mother, split and sliced. A terrible fate.


There was the work, and the blood. There was the Thorm's army. There was the hellbeast that broke them.


This wasn't just a feast - it was a <i>Nightfall </i>ritual.


We can lay down later.


The dark's strong here - this torch is useless.


Victory<br>


If there was ever a moment to kill this fucker, this is it.


Frange! v3


They refuse to take it in their food, but I must build up their immunity in case we ever visit Menzoberranzan together.


How many will die the next time we throw open our doors?


Recovered <br>V2


I look forward to seeing it.


Since you drove the mind flayer away, you will need to become illithid in its place.


Ugh, I feel... weak! No one weakens me! Especially not a necrotic door.


No alarm. just a bit o' music. Scram.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


I'm going to enjoy this.


Easy now. The guardian's just looking out for us.


Maybe if you didn't eat enough for three, Baelen, you glutton.


Just another crate.


Coming-of-age rites for children born into worship of Selûne. A touch drastic, no?


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


Never mind.


Nine Hells!


The Zhentarim have been trying to crack Baldur's Gate for years, but Nine-Fingers' grip has been too strong. And look what it's come to.


Don't seem fair for the lads to miss out. Bet we'd get some nice cuts out of you.


No, he didn't. I am still here. And I will fight him until I fight my last.


Aridissimus!


You <i>bit </i>me. No one bites me without my say-so.


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


This is Shadowheart's business. Best leave her to conduct it.


The Absolute's what? What are you doing?


I like the new look as well, though. You always did like a dramatic touch.


Yet more brains. A veritable banquet for an illithid.


You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.


Hmmm.


Gortash is poised to become Archduke? Better get to Wyrm's Rock.


Resurg


DisagreeOpen<br>var 3


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


No matter, we'll meet again. Stay safe, I hear all <i>manner</i> of miscreants walk the streets of our fair city.


The priestess is slain. And the horde is weaker for it.


*The night presses on, as you take all of him within you.*


Gond, light the path and grant us your wisdom.


Ugh, my stomach. Not sure that potion was worth it.


Voco vineae!<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall


Useless. The ogres are dead.


Time!


*The cub holds out his leg, revealing a ragged wound.*


Sine metu!<br>v3


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


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v5


That's a sussur tree! These things drain away one's magic - shouldn't linger here.


Locked - but there's no keyhole. Must be a switch or something nearby.


Hag's curse, I guess.


At the ready.<br>


I have the lantern! Let's finish this up and go home.


No excuses! I can't abide excuses.


Some power for the taking.


Auntie... Where is <i>Auntie</i>?


Which worg upchucked you?


The battle is not yet won.


Barbarian Idle Breaths<br>Var 4


What the fuck is happening to us?


Esto perpetua!<br>v3


You think I want my clan facing down one of those walking death machines with cutlery? Then leave me to my work.


You can read?!


Te occludo oculos!<br>v2


*The deep dark should lull you to sleep, yet your eyes refuse to stay closed.*


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


You will be <i>punished</i>.


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


You've killed us all...


I'm not made of magic, you know.


Closed Mouth Effort v9


This 'blood' sounds important - could it still be here somewhere?


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(MediumSpeed)
v2


He shelters us!


The magic is gone, Boo. The bad book cannot hurt us any more.


*You sense a faded memory of marching in an army against Ketheric Thorm. Victory seemed possible then.*


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v2


*What a coincidence: you like breaking items, this guard likes breaking teeth. Choose your next move carefully.*


Detono!


We will see each other again at the proper time and place. Farewell.


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Even an injured <i>ghaik</i> is a dangerous one. Do not let your guard down.


Everything is going to crumble and fall away! We'll be dust!


What possible purpose to a curse such as this?


I can help.


We came here together, but he had to leave. He said that Cora would look after me.


Hm. Must activate somewhere else.


But I am fortunate... It seems that someone already took the responsibility that you could not. There is at least some honour amongst your ranks.


I won't keep you waiting.


Ever the Bhaalspawn's lot. To bring death, or wait for it to find them.


You're a wonder. Soon you will be sewn into the very fabric of this city as one of our legends. It's an honour to know you.


Sine metu!<br>v3


She deserved better than that.


Don't hurt him. Please!


You! You poisoned us!


Smile, Yerle. We're among friends.


The only question is whether their lives will be sacrificed to a monster like Cazador or serve a greater purpose.


This one's tryin' to poison us! Kill 'em!


Stay your hand - these two must be important.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


*It is only a matter of days before tentacles split your lips, and your skin turns to gore.*


A touch of magic will do the trick.


Nina - come back!


Dying Deep Exhale


You can - if you understand how to reconcile certain... <i>eccentricities </i>in our relationship.


Vae victis!


*A jumble of memories clamour for your attention. They range from ancient to new. But none are yours.*


What do we have here?


It's gonna start eating your flesh, too. Changing you.


Think he's got an apprentice running around somewheres, though. Nadine? Natalie? Something like that.


Talk. Why in the hells would a cultist turn on his kind?


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


No obstacle too great.


Gigans!


I know that we can. If you have doubts, rid yourself of them - they are infectious.<br>


Shar will never admit defeat - not until she has stolen one last thing from you. We cannot allow your future to be her last prize - not after all your mother and I have endured to see you again.


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


You're the boss, boss.


BreathRecovery<br>ver 1


Impero tibi!


I love you, Auntie. I love you so much.


Am I a friend? Potentially. An adversary? Conceivably. But a saviour? That's for certain.


Parchment-pallored villain.


The gift of... nothing. Her gift.


A quaint little spot. Is this where Shadowheart holed herself up?


The gate needs fortification.


Mother <i>may</i> I. I'm positively starved.


I'm almost certain that accomplished something. But what, and where? Time to find out.


That's <i>secret</i>. And anyway, she's away, so Rion's in charge.


Wrench the Orphic Hammer from Raphael's grasp and we can usher the prince to his doom, praise Vlaakith.


Trapped behind bars. I'd hoped for a warmer welcome to the Gate.


A partial resonance. You carry Thorm's Netherstone.


A glorious day. The Absolute will be pleased.


Didn't need to. Your Flo did some devil woo-woo and stuck 'em in my head. Couldn't forget now if I wanted to.


A mephit?!


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Effort v2


You saved my life. I'm grateful for that - Zarys will be too - but I need to deliver the cargo. This is the point when you walk away.


Do I look like a bloody tour guide?


You all right?


A good opportunity.


Canto te!<br>v3


These fungal spores are everywhere.


Still, some bonds are simply unbreakable. Neither axe nor the ticking bomb of time can sever them.


Trust gnolls to enter this world in the most grotesque way possible.


The brew's been chilled!


<i>Mystic Carrion awaits...</i>


Viam sapientiae! <br>v3


Hah! Absolutely. This is gonna be great fun.


BreathShortOpen<br>var 2


If my friend tries to get you to 'invest', kindly turn her down. She doesn't need the encouragement.


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


Bring me back... cast the spell... utmost... importance...


Elturgard. Further from Baldur's Gate than I'd hoped.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


Voco potentia!<br>v2


Halt, citizen. This is a restricted area.


A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it.


It sounds like the door to redemption is open at last. All I have to do is walk through it, carrying the Crown of Karsus.


What is this?


We need to protect the portal!


((*you have received your payment - now go. this Circle sings only the song of Glut. you are discord*))


Good. We'll leave soon - and we don't want any surprises.


I... I can't say you're wrong.


*Slowly, her broken body starts to calm, to stop its wild contortions. She lies still.*


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


You failed to retrieve the artefact. You failed to protect your True Soul. You do not deserve to live.


All of Toril shall scream at your command... and we shall dance atop its dying whimpers.


The bark is in place. Now what?


No choice but to keep going.<br>


To be perfectly frank, I'm exhausted. It feels a bit as though I've been dropped into another dimension.


Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!


Blink and you'll miss me.


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


Isobel's in her room upstairs - she'll be expecting you.


And yet you live, and so does your parasite.


You heard that great rumbling sound from the harbour, didn't you?


Vis medicatrix!


Is that... Lae'zel? How tragic, she looks worse than ever.


A toast! To our victory, and many more to come!


Thou latrine-loving leper!


Don't struggle. I have you.<br>


They'll be tough to fight... but not impossible to beat.


Would you... like to pray, or something?


The Rite of Thorns. It is the Treefather's gift, that none come to harm. When we speak the final prayer, the Great Vine will sprout forth.


Besides - Thaniel should have someone here when he wakes up. It's the least I can do.


I knew you would do that.


Praeses, Alia, Fero<br>(MediumSpeed)


When you speak to me of yearning and urges to kill, I fear you are like them - controlled by a bloodlust that you do not comprehend.


Eh... right you are, I suppose. Check away.


Victory is assured.


Tibi do pennas!


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


Vlaakith, ba na'zin. Vlaakith, ik sa'ith. Vlaakith, tri na'sa'zhi!


Oh Astele? Send in your ladies, would you?


Let's get that patched up.


I will make you intimately familiar.


Oh, come <i>on. </i>Give me half your remaining broadsheets. With Gortash dead, they're selling like crazy!


Closed Mouth Effort v11


I could have struck a blow instead.


It sounds terrible when you put it like that. Bu maybe you can put a stop to this whole operation.


Origin Extra: Dying<br>v3


Ah!


Then we can all see what you really are. At best, a coward. At worst, a monster.


Stand together or fall apart.


Excuse me - I'm sorry for looking out for our collective hides.


Bodies everywhere. Accident or sabotage?


This is gonna be a rush.


It seems that following one story has tipped me head-long into another - <i>yours.</i> And I truly can't wait to write it.


Voss! I call on your might!


The collar summons food? What a dull use of such curious magic.


Tape your bottom-mouth shut.


Not now.


Disciples may enter. All others are to be culled, by the General's decree.


Cupio, Virtus, Licet
(MediumSpeed)
v3


Can't blame him for taking Lorroakan's contract to retrieve the Nightsong. There's a fortune on offer, and so far no one's been able to claim it.


I hope he apologised for that horrid message he brought the last time he graced us with his presence.


<i>I </i>knew <i>we shouldn'tve taken that fancy berry beer. Could've tasted the poison if it hadn't been so sweet.</i>


Shadowheart's biography, as written by Viconia. Her tutelage, her training... reams of the stuff.


No! The artefact stays with me. And I'll do whatever's necessary to protect it, if I can't make you see reason.


A ritual circle. Seems to be infernal in nature.


Effort v10


Resisto mortem!


Well, that's not good.


Hold up, <i>jargh</i>. You ain't goin'... nngh...


I've already been made a living statue for this damn crystal. A little pain will not deter me.


Don't fancy my cause being associated with folk like you.


Nice view.


Ain't you worried about the shadows?


<i>Orin </i>happened.


A nice vintage or a comfortable bed bring me joy. This is much more than that. This brings me <i>purpose</i>.


I can't see any way to disarm it.


More like Drizzt <i>Don't</i>'Urden - no. No that's not funny.


Just waiting to venture forth here.


<b><i>The next order to be given is mine and it is this - die. </i></b>


We draw near to its lair - we can only expect it to lash out.


I <i>am</i> worried about this temple. Ilmater wills that we try and help people. With Gortash in power...


Curious - what are those marks there?


Vita excolatur!


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


Video veritatem!<br>v2


A mortal who disappointed you in ways the Absolute never would.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Effort v3


You look like ya got somewhere t' be. So why ain'tcha already there?


Mundus vult decipi!<br>v2


Propera!


Whatever did this, I hope it stayed near. I thirst for battle.


You get to my age, you have already done everything. Be my guest.


How long has it been so far? With my work, time just slips away from me.


P-please don't look at me.


No... there is no repentance... no release. My debt can never be repaid.


Voco spicae!<br>v2


A love letter? A warning? A deed of ownership? I could give you all the gory details.


You knocked Aradin clean out. <i>And </i>you helped drive the goblins back. Thank you.


Effort v8


So, Vlaakith indeed wishes to hunt us down.


Wychlaran...? Minsc, I am not your witch. You are not my bodyguard. This is not some high lodge of your homeland.


You should leave. Auntie isn't receiving guests just now.


I meant it as a compliment, True Soul! No sweeter stink there is than that of power - yours, of course.


It is mine now.


I just want a little look.


This'll be mean.


If this is a joke, you're missing the punchline. Basement has four walls and some shelves, mate - was down there just this morning.


Horns - not just for supping from. What noises he must have made.


Much has been promised to you, hasn't it? But what has been taken from you? What do you know of your own heart - your own life?


I can feel the poison clearing - I'm cured!


Our greed reduced Crèche Y'llek to rubble. We didn't just steal a mace. We stole the lives of my people!


Think it goes without saying that you have a room here - any time.


<i>Good. If we can count upon each other, then we may count one advantage in our favour. </i>


The <i>ch'r'ai</i>. Now.


Slaughter them!


Lae'zel! You can't die like this...


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


Sorry if you heard me and Boo arguing. He says to love is better than to fight, and I cannot agree!


Intellego!


I will take the key from Voss' contact in the city. And I will free the prince so I might cleave him from brain to belly.


Origin Extra : Dying Panic Fall


So help's on its way?


Oh such impatience.


This one died badly.


A walking toadstool. That might be the vilest thing I've ever seen.


Mutatis mutandis!


Skies are all clear. The water is, too.


Hurt Critical<br>var3


I am doing this <i>because </i>of Elturel. We were driven out of our homes because we're weak.


What was... hm. Never mind.


Minsc waits. Boo watches.


<i>His power has been the source of your continued protection against the voice of the Absolute - the power to disrupt hivemind communication.</i>


In walls above. Loudest near kitchens, but maybe whole tower. Like... like...


Elven work, from Suldanessellar's royal smithy. Boo would know its like anywhere.


The worm has already whipped me around the city like a slack-backed pony. I have no wish to saddle myself a second time. But...


Ah!


*The slate also reveals their mission: to locate a polyhedric relic of great importance to your queen.*


Hold on - I know you. The <i>weaponsmith</i>, right? Drafted into the Blood War when your city was swallowed by Avernus. Not too different from my own story.


Locked. Best find another way in.


Sure. But she did have a condition.


The enemy of my enemy is my friend, they say. But I'm not so sure they're right.


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


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


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


I assure you, you do not.


Mizora. Zariel's lapdog.


Buck up, says Boo!


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


I've known Marcus for <i>years</i>, to think he would turn on us - on me... you did well to defend Isobel.


What does that thing want with the corpses?


*Desperate prayers to Selûne, echoing from the past. They did not save him.*


Something like that. I was taught to reject anything that distracted from Shar...


Speak, and listen.


Rolan - unleash fire from above.


Victory v2


I want to grow flowers. I want to be surrounded by colours, every day. I'm tired of darkness.


Those walls might slow the army of the Absolute down, but they'll get through them sooner or later.


Come... see. My flesh becomes new flesh.


To quote you, I can't complain. I hear this and that about Absolutists in the city and someone running around on a murder spree, but I haven't had any trouble.


Funny how these things go.<br>


Self-deprecation is not endearing. It is demeaning.


Shadowheart needs to speak to her more than I do. Better wait until she is free.


You should go through the main hall. Witnessing the General's justice is an honour.


Vivat crescat floreat!<br>v3


Exactly so! If I must peer into the mind of my enemy, I use an axe. For friends, there is ale.


It's decided. Let's go.


Let's get you up.


Come on in, then. Any friend of Rugan's is a friend of the family.


I've got you.


Now's my chance - I need to get Vanra out.


I imagined the gith slept on slabs of stone and nails - not <i>beds</i>.


That's not going to work.


Commune with her as you see fit. She's your goddess, and I've no wish to stand between you and any blessing she might deign to offer.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Resisto ignem!<br>v2


Rather than reading the articles, yeah. You said.


How many coffins? Bloody hells.


You came. I prayed that you would, but there are no gods left to me.


A sovereign with no subjects. Glut won't be mourned.


Calm yourself. They're survivors, not soldiers.


There - a miserable pile of secretion.


Light on my feet.<br>


Effort


Duergar corpses. What is this beast doing to them?


She's worth talking to, at least.


<i>Straj! </i>I... may vomit.


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


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


Not a question... but <i>good</i>...


Vanished... with a sulphurous odour left in her wake.


Grey ones make me work soon. Must sleep.


She left you a letter. Thou couldst read it. Or thou couldst not. Such is the way of autonomy.


Ad vitam aeternam!


You're right. There's no stopping it now.


You are so very accommodating.


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


You're a beacon for trouble, love.


Piglets? Oh. Well. I hope you find her in time. For the little ones' sakes.


Any more to report on the Bhaalist resurgence?


Dum vita est, spes est!<br>v3


Is someone... singing?


Looks like a spider... man decapitating a mind flayer. Someone got creative.<br>


Of course you're not. When have you ever been afraid of anything?


Dying Panic Fall


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


What's hiding here?


Your words say <i>nothing</i>, woman. Prove your merit with blood!


Hm - I know a magical ward when I see one. I should keep my hands to myself.


Should you change your mind, you know where to find me.


Para bellum!<br>v3


Not like any mirror I've ever seen. It's like staring into the Shadowfell. I half expect to see Gorothir staring back.


But I leave the final call to our esteemed leader.


A place. A place for us.


Another slate marked with <i>tir'su</i>. Still more tales of the prince?


Even as the elder brain tears at the foundations of the city, he stands strong, and looks for solutions.


*The cub bows his head, as if in mourning.*


Fuck yes!


You're the kind of disease the Talontar promised. It all makes sense.


Heh. What? Shut up.


I won't do it! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!


It's Keene I swore my blade to. Not that I lifted it to help her...


Your despicable sister lies dead, and your Chosen body bathed in her blood.


Even though they were an awful lot of fun?


Come. We find this Zorru. And we ask where he has seen our kin.


She made her choice. We have to do what's best for ourselves.


Attack<br>var 4


If this is about that 'weapon' your friend was talking about, we don't have it, and we don't know shit about it!


You... stinkin' <i>thief</i>. I'll rip your fingers off.


Hold on - this thing is chained up.


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


Jenevelle. I still can't believe you freed us - that I'm standing here with you. I'd ask you to slap me so I know it's real, but I don't think I'm yet strong enough to bear it.


Into the shadows.


Too easy.<br>


First I finish you. Then I finish the duke's traitorous son.


*Grunt.*


*You failed to fulfil Mizora's mission and the Absolute's cult has destroyed her. Wyll has failed his patron, and the Hells have taken the Blade of Frontiers as their own.*


Healthy proceeds. Where fear plants a crop, faith reaps a harvest.


Clandestine aid is on the way.


*His skin is like lustred pearls, almost translucent and so delicately smooth.*


Loss... shadows... yes, yes.


Keep looking. Something's up.


Suelto is the one you should strike.


Closed Mouth Effort v4


Hells. My time's running out.


When we set off, I want you at the front of the convoy.


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


Or they don't, and we send them to meet the old gods they cling to. Doesn't matter much either way.


No more war tonight, I think.


Curious mask. What's it doing here?


Another stride toward fate.


Lae'zel is still back there. Should I just abandon her?


I wouldn't mind doing a little shopping in the city.


Silence! Move.


Clause G, Section Nine: <i>'Targets shall be be limited to the infernal, the demonic, the heartless, and the soulless.'</i>


Shit. Just 'cause you're duergar don't make you clan. What... nngh...


Effort v5


Attack


What to do?


Is that... a compliment?


Mors tua, vita mea!<br>v3


<i>Brains?</i>


It's going to blast us. Get behind cover!


*SAMPLE TOMBSTONE. Modest edition. Maximum engraving length: three words.*


It doesn't concern me. You are <i>mine</i>. No one can change that.


Janitor in a tavern. If mother was still alive, the shame would kill her.


Bravo. Bravo!


All slaughtered. Looks like their prisoner escaped.


Is that Rolan? I thought he had better sense than this.


Mithral added. But something is still missing...


I thought I felt... hm. It is nothing.


Effort v2


*Why should you be the one to make the sacrifice? You could let someone else take the fall. Or, give the stones to the Emperor, and when the moment comes, kill it, and take control.*


My power walks with you.


We aren't like them. We are <i>better</i>.


We'll need every bit of strength to make it to Baldur's Gate. Trust me.


Gasp_Frightened<br>Var 3


This gal's tryin' to poison us! Kill her!


That's the symbol of Myrkul.


Who says you have to feel anything?


Dying


I suppose I'd better pick it up. No one else will.


Don't go thinkin' we're rid of the drider yet.


Love to be taken for granted.


Outta my bowl!


That's why Nine-Fingers asked me to guard the entrance ot the Guildhall.


Maior, fortior!<br>v2


But we ain't need <i>glory </i>- just coin. And Nere's got plenty.


This will never stop. We need to get to the brain!


We welcomed you, and now <i>this</i>?


Augh, this tastes like mouldy belbuck!


I suppose you came here for the same reason I did...


Amicus animalis!<br>v2


My darling, we must inform our friend of our news.


Brine. Home to those filthy tadpoles until they're put in someone's head.


You lie. Your breath stinks of double-speak.


Prithee, now is not the time for dreaming! Open thine eyes, fair fool!


Ab uno disce omnes!


A nautiloid? Could it be?


Not sure why you're poking your nose in our business, though.


*This is the pool it came from - the <i>ghaik </i>parasite that has violated your mind.*


<i>You -</i>


You're quite serious, aren't you?


Drunk <br>V3


The curse has wrecked this man. This is no life - this is torture.


Wyvern, Assassin's blood - oh, I'm just listing all the poisons I know.


Eh... drum's still workin' all right, True Soul.


Voco vineae!


You'd do the same to me. Now just relax - dawn isn't far off.


We need to be gone from here - now.


Closed Mouth Effort v7


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


Taste like chicken!


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(FastSpeed)
v2


Please. You were begging me to open the gate. Anything to save yourself, you <i>coward</i>.


Inveniam viam!<br>v2


Come to see the bear? Just wait 'til Boss Ragzlin sets the worgs on it.


Then our business is done, for now.


The House is home to many things. Most will kill you, one can save you. The Hammer - the Hammer that breaks the chains. You must steal it!


So. You and Astarion, huh? Were you gonna say it to my face? Or just wait 'til I figured it out on my own?


I must reach there.


A perfect circle. You began as the Coast's champion; it's right you should remain as such.


Effort v4


Vita, Mortis, Careo
(FastSpeed)
v2


Flaming Fist letting Zhent run free? The situation must be grim.


Speak thou or be silent. I careth myself not either way.


Mors animae!


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Mind you, all I did was call for ale, but you went and stood in front of that crossbow.


It vexes me to know of you.


And to think I actually cared about you. Ridiculous.


Soak it up.


The stuff of nightmares, and no concern of yours. It is enough that Vlaakith hunts <i>me</i> for my knowledge - it is best you remain in the dark else she will hunt you too.


Makeshift Selûnite graves. They must have fallen in the fight against the Sharrans, all that time ago.


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


Me oh my, oh my oh me!


I can't see a thing from down here.<br>


Buff


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


It pays to be light-fingered.


NOT HERE YOU WON'T YOU BLUNDERING CRICKET


We let this happen. We let this snake replace our leader.


Carved into that ivory skin of yours is one part of an infernal contract between the archdevil Mephistopheles and your former master, Cazador Szarr.


*Judging by his bowed head, fearful nature, and underweight physique, this hyena is being abused by his goblin owners.*


I won't keep you waiting.


This... this is it. It's too much...


Ah, feels good to be free.


Let me up, and I'll show you.


What's this? Who are these, Majesty?


Not this again.


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


You honour me with your gaze, my lady.


Astarion, no!


Help! Get me out of this thing, before the whole place collapses!


Decapitated - but still warm.


*The pouch is sealed with differently coloured strands of thread.*


Never a dull moment.


It used to make a bloody awful racket, but it's fallen silent. No doubt our enemy has claimed the territory.


CHASE! THAT! <i>THING!</i>


*Sob.*


Dark Justiciars, just as Halsin said. Moonrise Towers must be close.


I hear weeping. And not the happy kind.


All we can do is try, I suppose...


Huh. A brewery. Why does Reithwin Ale ring a bell?


*You must learn more. There was a book in Sorcerous Sundries that surely had the knowledge you needed... but what came of it?*


The architects who built this must have been remarkable. A pity their vision didn't stand the test of time.


Please don't - I'm not the villain here! You could put a stop to the whole operation.


Anger. Something breaks above.


Swear that if you feel <i>any</i> symptoms, you'll end things yourself.


A beautiful necklace. It - it belonged to my grandmother. I'll give it you for a bit of coin.


The cult's prisoners become its soldiers. We should not leave them here.


Not this place again.


Whatever I wish. Forever, forever, whatever I wish.


You still look like you need a rest, grandmother. Anything I can do to take that wrinkle from your brow?


Ignore him. Just a hallucination, nothing more.


Mistress says not to talk to strangers.


You're that True Soul that's been chumming around with Minthara, aren't you?


Oh? As you wish.


*Though your ministry is late, you sense Kelemvor's approval of your prayer.*


Either that's a remarkably realistic undead horde, or that canvas is cursed.


Ah! The wizard's tower whines. It is beaten, I think.


*A relaxed tone and easy smile - but the halfling's shifting gaze gives it away. Something has him rattled.*


<i>Thaniel... Thaniel...</i>


An infirmary, no doubt about it.


Wait. <i>Words of mine will turn to ash...</i> That's perfect.


Do as I do. We'll be fine as long as we show the <i>ch'r'ai</i> respect.


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


Don't we? I saw you on the ship - free, scuttling about.


That's... interesting. I might even say I like it. And as for you and me, well, I'm willing to wait.


Could the missing letters be over there?


Hmm. Hmmmm...


Them's the rules. You follow 'em now or you follow 'em dead. What'll it be?


Don't test me - back up.


Corpora sana!<br>v3


I've not come to kill you, child. I've come to aid you.


Selûnite rubbish.


Do not give up. We shall prevail.


Growl.


*The sound of flesh echoes from further away - retreated beyond your reach.*


Threadbare chimp-lackey!


Good. Because I've already got more enemies than I do fingers.


Balthazar has drawn his final rancid breath. A pity it was not my hand that brought it about. Instead, it was you.


Closed Mouth Effort v11


Voco flagella!<br>v2


Soul coin! Yes! I can use this.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


I don't understand. <i>Locke.</i>


Oh look, today's <i>star</i>. Everyone else might think the sun shines out your hole, but I don't care. Gazette's [GEN_CheckMagicPocketGold_6057ad05-9492-4630-9f0a-be548b134c54] gold, same as always.


Begone, putrid boil!


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v4


Can we still bleed it out?


Spare us!


If there's a cure, it seems Halsin is the one to talk to.


Wonder what's past this.


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


Do you have no leads? I thought you ardents were meant to be our <i>intelligentsia</i>.


I'll only ask a <i>nominal </i>fee in exchange.


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


I can't make you - nor can I go in your place. In truth... I do not know how much longer I will live. The Shadowfell's damage runs deep I fear.


Is rat all?


But to you, he will be a friend. After all, you're at war with an elder brain.


A hag's staff has to be brimming with magic. Take a look, Gale.


Rest easy, I've got you.


He may be dead, but his tyranny still suffocates Balduran's grand city.


Yes, lovely.<br>


We should have minions for such tasks.


<i>We must flee - lead Us to safety, friend.</i>


Barbarian Roar<br>v6


That or deadly nightshade.


Have you on your feet in no time.<br>


Nature might've provided for it. Too late now.


PainOpen<br>var 3


Much obliged. Besides, I suspect the real villain here is one we have in common.


No shadow curse here. Wonder why.


*Your chest tightens, your fingertips shake.*


All right.


Plenty left to see.


Tibi do pennas!<br>v2


Veritas, Credo, Oculos
(VeryFastSpeed)


Effort v12


Karol Kill-Witness.


It will be the most perfect, most brutal death in your long career. Even from before your little indisposition.


...Agh! You... you were on the ship. You have one of those things as well...


Good morning. How do you feel?


Dying


Beating thee would soil my hands.


You've asked the right wizard. My oratory skills have left many a wedding guest weeping in their seat.


Remarkable that this stayed hidden all this time.


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


Use your illithid potential!


*Pleasure upon pleasure as mind and body intertwined. It was hard to tell where thoughts ended and feelings began.*


Indeed.


Para bellum!<br>v3


Do you mind?


You die when I let you.


Another one who can't take a bit of hard work.


Oooh, I bet this'll be fun.


The first time I saw you, I figured you a champion. A man of valour, integrity.


You'll remember this day. History's been made, in this very fortress.


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


Get to Moonrise, and get it done.


Above my pay grade. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm guarding a staircase.


Closed Mouth Effort v8


Victory<br>


That's not my chest.


And he was bloody right. He found it - a small cache sitting down here with a manuscript.


And yet thou liveth, even as a stranger unto thyself.


Pops? Say something - anything!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


Damn, that burns.


My bulk is an unlikely vessel for stealth...


Ah - if you don't mind, saer, I do believe you have your pass, and I have other customers. The vaults are just downstairs.


The shadow curse is strong here - too strong for a simple torch.


What're you waiting for? Head into the light.


<i>Help me. Gods, help me! Enver's ruined my mind. He's taken my body!</i>


Sweet dreams. I'll see your ugly mug on the other side.


Hells. I think I woke something up.


Ordination is what. Lord Gortash is becoming Archduke. All the peers came to pay regards.


Chests like that don't hold trinkets. There must be something valuable inside.


Wonderful little beast... nimble as anything!


I'd love that. Meanwhile, if you're still in the business of intimidation, you should take a look at my stock.


The toymaker's letter mentioned tampered-with toys. Let's be careful.


Would you like a book? I can have Jhessem drop one up. Maybe she'll even read it with you.


As I must.


I can help.


<i>Orin is unreliable. This one - this one shows promise. She keeps her word, I keep mine. We will rule as one.</i>


Hmm. Perhaps you are telling the truth. Perhaps not.


<i>That was most of them - time to press on. </i>


Stand together or fall apart.


Looks like that odd ox made it through the shadows.


Perhaps I'll need more guards.


Closed Mouth Effort v5


Seems like that Selûnite amulet might catch your eye, Gale.


Never thought anyone would have the stones to take on Nine-Fingers like that. They damn well won't try it again.


Manus, Potentis, Paro<br>(FastSpeed)


*Grunt.*


That was most of them - time to press on.


Gods, what's happening?


Vincere est vivere!


This soul remembers its invective, but remembers not its tongue.


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


I have your back.


Look at this. Priestess Gut burned me good.


Ancient Ansur, hear me: A champion is proclaimed. <br>The test begins; Let your judgement follow.


Now we will begin. Now you will witness the birth of the Vampire Ascendant.


But I wish you well. Be safe.


*You rarely rest well, but tonight something feels different. Whether it's the parasite within your brain or the darkness without, you're deeply uneasy.*


... Vance took it... fled... goblins chasing...


*Time and the elements have left the plaque unreadable.*


I will liberate you from your puppet-master. <i>Ch'mar, zal'a Vlaakith!</i>


Oh, I always knew Mystra had a good heart. Deep, deep down.


My kids say you've been busy since you got here.


Hang about - your uniform's not regulation. Neither are those weapons...


Tsk'va. The false prince is dead - and you wield his power as ghaik.


You know. You looked me right in the eyes, then left me.


Thou necrotic stump!


Those claws look deadly. Best be on my guard.


I know it won't. I just don't want to lose anyone else, all right?


Don't you dare try to blame me. My daughter is <i>gone</i>!


You have the look. You come to recognise it if you spend enough time around the Absolute's lieutenants.


Two hundred years of slavery, and that was still the most humiliating thing I've ever seen.


Hail, Unholy Assassin. You have fulfilled a fraction of your blood's dark promise.


Treefather, make us tall as the ash and stout as the spruce. I...


I know. Your union is one I find surprising, but you are your own man and it is not the worst choice you have made, after all.


Gored by some manner of horn. An ox got rambunctious.<br>


A choice both efficient and pragmatic. Most unlike you.


Dravo... Flymm... father of... Enver Flymm... Gortash...


Did the others really have to use so much blood for the altar?


Getting stuck with you isn't so bad.


Whoa. More carnage.


A dragon is clearly not to be trifled with.


But like all tools, the moment it ceases to be useful, I will break it. Thanks to your trespassing, that moment may have come.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v3


On closer inspection, Boo, this clown does not much look like the jolly sort...


So, are we saving this 'Nere' from suffocating or leaving him to die?


<i>Become Absolute.</i>


But fear not: when the time comes for you to face the foe of foes, Isobel and I will stand by your side.


Got to help.


Us strongs understand each other. Especially in the empty minutes after a fight you didn't ask for. Or maybe shouldn't have.


*Your honesty speaks for itself. It seems you're free to go.*


Wait - the cleric said this was a hag's 'deepest secret'! Something about the 'cold permanence of death' or some shit.


<i>Kaincha. </i>Haven't I suffered enough wounds for you to come slice me clean open?


Let our newest arrival speak.


Ilmater temple... Didn't see... exactly who...


*Your mission should be your focus: finding a githyanki crèche, using a zaith'isk device to silence the ghaik parasite.*


I need the list of properties donated to us by our guests - the Counting House requires valuations.


The brew's been chilled!


Effort_Mouth_Open<br>Var 4


Lolth's sigils on every box. If this place wasn't already abandoned, I'd set it ablaze.


I know we're forbidden to talk about him. They say Vlaakith can hear you <i>think</i> his name.


I... yes. It will be so.


Wyll? Is that you? What curse has befallen you?


You are back with your partner. It would be a delight to spend time with both of you.


You'll need it if you're going to get into Moonrise Towers and help the deep gnomes taken prisoner there.


What in the hells? You're a vampire!


Hm. This doesn't open from here.


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


Too busy to help regular folk? I get it. But should you ever find yourself in Basilisk Gate, speak to the mother. She deserves that much.


Let's give this a try.


You carry a most dire burden inside you, Gale. I wish you had shared it with us sooner.


Father? Gods, no. I'm so sorry...


It looks different to what I expected. Are you sure that's a gith egg?


*Perhaps united, you can stop the brain without having to resort to the orb... but should you risk failure, the final, irreversible solution remains within your power.*


What do we have here?


Oh no. Something terrible's happened!


*You tug at the dagger until the blade snaps in two. The sharp end is still stuck inside the meat.*


At last! I've found the prodigal! And in what a sorry state, without your Butler to guide you.


*You attune your mind to it. The artefact does not want to fall into the gith raiders' hands any more than it does the Absolute followers'.*


The Harper safe-house I spoke of is on the bridge at Wyrm's Crossing - Danthelon's Dancing Axe.


Softer than a whisper.


Quod dico face!<br>v2


Never a dull moment.


A vile spectacle.


Enjoy the spoils of your victory. Spin memories of our prowess in your mind like silkfloss.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 2


What? You... you...


Ah... can't go on much longer. I need to feel the Weave... a magic item - <i>something</i>.


Eat it.


Buff


What are you going to do with the chest, is'tark?


Just got sores from all the sitting around, too.


Let's hope he's in a friendly mood.<br>


I appreciate you teaching Mattis a lesson, too. Kid should be more careful with his rings.


What about the illithid? Boo would not like to see the city destroyed. Minsc neither.


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


Say, I thought I recognised you from somewhere! Never seen the Mouth give such a glowing write-up. Good for you.


Time for a word.


My teacher always said emotions are to be felt - not feared.


You really would, wouldn't you? But not us.


*You sleep, but the wicked don't. Someone is here to disturb your rest...*


Met my fella Gregor that way. We've been together eight years now. And - Karlach - we've a little one on the way.


Rarely have I seen a pair of more impressive horns. I've seen enough devilish magic to ask whether you came about them voluntarily, though.


I have seen all the torments of the Hells in lurid detail - none compare to the image you just conjured.


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


To the task.


Did you get a look at their gyronetics? Or their targeting modules?


I'd rather be the only dark power inside your body, if it's all the same to you.


So, did you learn anything about these worms while wandering the ship?


Everything is clear.


One moment.


You won't even have the dignity of dying in your homeland. <i>Ssussun pholor dos!</i>


There must be more you can tell me.


That's not all of him, though. The hunt continues.


Huh. Dinner?


This might sound presumptuous, but I hope we'll stay allies once we're cured.


From the dark to the... damp. An improvement, either way.


A vampire in our midsts this whole time? Of course, I had my suspicions...


*Images of the battle at the gate shimmer into view, along with the adventurers pleading to be let inside.*


You should go. I'll get through this. But it's going to hurt. And the worst part is - is I need to do it alone.


I should have ended you when I had the chance.


*The image soon fades, but a shadow of his presence remains. He was here, in this pod, not long ago.*


Ugh - hold still, will you?


After all, it's not just me anymore. I'm - what is it they say? Eating for <i>two.</i>


I knew you weren't <i>Society </i>material. I'll find another means of procuring an egg.


How about it? I've got a copy of the Gazette with your name on it...


Menzoberranzan...


I guess you need this.


Fulgur!


You've shown great kindness, allowing my wife and I to remain with you. Thank you. I'm glad Jenevelle found you.


At your command.


Go on - lads were gathered near the windmill last I looked.


...It's true. I can feel it right now. Oakfather preserve you, child.


Curious vault - must be protecting something awfully valuable...<br>


But... if you say you're a match for this drow, I suppose that's the best chance we have.


Well, in a sense, there was. But no harm done. In fact, one of the drow looked like he was going to pay <i>us </i>towards the end.


It's decided. Let's go.


To take on the flayer-form... There must be another way to defeat the brain, surely? If not - better we fight on anyway, and die beautiful!


*You were caught casting a forbidden spell. This guard's come to make sure you don't do it again.*


Sphaera mortis!


'Cheap and Cheerful - Refugees for Hire!' Catchy, right?


Come on, untie me!


There's a darkness coursing through those vines.


*'I know a secret that Vlaakith never wants to be revealed.'*


Right there - perfect!


But there's more. Smokepowder, inside the device. I collect packages from Felogyr's Fireworks in the Lower City, and stuff the bears with it.


The Flaming Fist stand ready. With Gortash at the head, they can't fail.


*Tearing, you play with the broken tissue. The wing is delicately airy.*


Come to kill me again, darling?


Even you - after the dreams we've shared.


Just make it work, all right?


A strange coin. I wonder what it's worth.


Voco araneae!<br>v3


The favourite of Bhaal turned meat puppet, strung up by the sinews and plucked by my hands.


<i>Is that something you want?</i>


Another of those stinking creatures? Why in the hells are they attacking here?


The agony of knowing the end is near.


When the time comes, shall you be embraced by the dark, or devoured by it?


Oh dear - the pangs of remorse. Is it our night you regret, or the fact we were caught?


Non movere!


I smell a trap.


You been cookin' rats in 'ere? Smells <i>good</i>.


Can't get out! Need to face those guardians first.


You sniffing where you ain't oughta be, friend. Might have to take that nose.


Now, I personally loved the book's setting.


Umbrae!


You serious? We don't stand a chance!


Helm almighty!


VO_SFX : Downed v3


*You don't rest well, flitting between dreams and nightmares.*


*You would have given anything to have seen it.*


It's complicated. But I'm an adventurer, just like you.


So much for the famed hospitality of Baldur's Gate.


Well, that's interesting.<br>


Attack Critical


Go on. Make me proud!


Th-thank you for sharing, ma'am.


I wonder where they were going.


I'll prove it. Let me help in the camp, til you bring mom and pops back to me.


You bit me? You're a godsdamned vampire!


Hang on!


The Archivist told you to cool off in the boudoir. Well, here it is.


A hag? Preposterous! No such creature would dare set foot in the city.


Please.


Sphaera mortis!


Praeses, Alia, Fero
(FastSpeed)
v3


Shar sought rob Shadowheart of her family - of her true nature. But no more. Now the  healing can begin.


There's so much only they could have told me. But that's all gone now - I've got to move on, find some place for myself.


Look here!


Thou signed a contract with the devil himself, and did not honour it.


Dying Deep Exhale<br>v6


*A pool of warmth spreads through your mind as she settles on the memory of you commanding the goblins to die.*


You! Get back in line!


Desecration. What is this nonsense symbol?


I can mend your flesh.


Who knows who you might kill next if you do not satisfy your Urge?


A Selûnite shrine over there. Left to rot by the looks of it - good.


Effort v2


Closed Mouth Effort v9


Nice dab o' this across the mug oughta do it.


And with her! My, my... it's my favourite Bhaalspawn. I never thought I would see you again, either.


All right, then.


This is not the time for talk.


Then control your thoughts, lest your mind be exploited.


Who's the stubborn one now?


Good to see you're willing to do what it takes to get power. Even if it means defying the gods themselves.


Manus, Potentis, Paro
(MediumSpeed)
v2


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Look here. The head has been cut cleanly from its owner.


The horn. If you seek to draw her in, that damned thing's loud as thunder. It'll give our people a chance to take shelter, too.


No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe the tiefling...


Ugh - he's about to belch!


Oh, <i>most</i> generous of you... yes.


He must be somewhere near the water. I just hope he didn't drown.


Scratches that size... something powerful made these.


You'll be free soon enough.


We had nothing to do with his death, we <i>swear</i> it.


The fourth question. How would you spite one who wronged you?


Lily-lunged limpet-luster!


I <i>am</i> listening... now if you'll both calm down, this lady can tell me why she's here.


I'm talking.


*It seems you've pushed your luck once too often.*


Look at this place. The evidence is clear enough.


Need a little boost?


We shouldn't have come here... we <i>had</i> to come here.


Let's hope the locals are friendly.


StrugglingOpen<br>var 1


Origin Extra: Dying Burning


Whatever strangeness you believe you saw, there is only one simple truth in Minsc's mind: the cult is evil. The Guild is evil. And Minsc. Fights. <i>Evil.</i>


No staying down on my watch.


My power grows. My forces gather. The reckoning draws near...


Do you now? Or what - gonna cry?


I know Orpheus, just as I knew his mother. A new future will be planted in the wake of the Comet.


No, we're not seperating again, not even for Rolan.


Fronti nulla fides!


Bet I can crack that open.


Githyanki hunters. Voss' device detected their presence.


Carrion's presence lingers here. He will return, unless his ties to this plane are severed.


*Hate! Hate! Hate the ones who stood against Father!*


Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.


But there is a new part of you that hath grown during thy travels.


At last, we can travel in style!


An adamantine forge? Think of the masterworks that could be made there.


Salute, yes, with cleavers through his blood-starved flesh. How it crawls with failure like flies on lick-wet carrion.


Auntie Ethel - it's time to hold up your end of our bargain!


Have a look around. If you find something that'll change their mind, they'll be at Sharess' Caress.


Pus-supping maggot.


Thou pyrite-loving tit.


Expello te!<br>v3


A word of advice, Unholy Assassin - wrap your leash tighter about your slaves, lest their belligerence undoes you.


The hag's doing. It has to be.


*The head comes free with a sickening crunch.*


Keep looking!


Good job, gang. That should last us the journey.


Looks like an ambush.


Hold on. What in the ruddy hells is an ax-pershin?


Good for her.


Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio
(FastSpeed)
v2


I'll save you.


Soldier.


We'll do as I said - let's leave it at that.


<i>Really </i>now? First I catch a ride out of Avernus, then I stumble into a friend. Who's the goddess of luck again? I owe her a flower.


It's done.


Haha! That's my girl!


There you are. Now where were we?


This should burn going down.


<i>This</i> is what Marcus buried? A dead Flaming Fist?


You're wasting time, little rabbit. Hoping I'll show mercy instead?


Our crèche did not train <i>your</i> inquisitor.


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v5


Worked a treat. Watcher lost track of us right away - we'd have been stomped to paste without the grenade.


Father will be waiting in camp. It's about time we talked.


Ah, here we are again.


Meditation Breathing<br>Var 4


Yes, how very rude of me... Wearing Carmen's tripe-garbs is <i>much</i> worse.


Could this... happen to us?


At least you've spared them the hangover tomorrow.


If father were here... he'd be so proud of you. Proud of us.


Rust, rust, and more rust. How old are these things?


Attack<br>var 4


I can't do this. You're too dangerous. I'm - I'm sorry.


The Absolute gave me a new name, a new life. She can do the same for you.


I'd like some time to talk.


You are desired, yet you choose to sleep alone. Are you sure you're not one of Balthazar's walking corpses?


It is a study of the Slayer, and may give you a much-needed edge when you face Bhaal's Chosen.


I'd like to see 'em face a real test. Somethin' like... <i>chicken-chasin'</i>.


<i>I am frost. I am ice. I am Never-fucking-Winter.</i>


It's time to exterminate them. To cleanse my city of their filth.


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.


Bradi'ith...


But it looks like you've beaten me to it.


And there's this little voice inside of you asking: 'Is this my will, or is it the worm's?' But you have no answer, and no way of knowing.


She gave me <i>everything</i> I wanted.


Gods above. Would it kill you to dispense a compliment?


She always brings the smartest people home, too.


Gela!


No.


Mortarch, we were wondering if we might decorate Lily's grave with her drawings.


Maladies, disease, the enemy within. Let them take you now.


Dying Panic Fall<br>v5


Breathe deep - that is the true scent of Baldur's Gate assaulting your nostrils.


We were down the market when I was about nine years old. Some merchant started in with the usual:


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


*Maintain your distance. Area under active investigation by order of the Flaming Fist.*


I felt something shift. I need to investigate.<br>


The Mermaid is such a dive. I wish the Elfsong were closer.


Whatever killed those gnolls might be nearby. Careful.


That odd staff might be of interest to Gale.


Confusio!


That's the end of the Emperor.


Giant mushrooms? I've never seen anything like them.


A very pinchable pocket.


Because despite his endless drivel, he lacks the mettle to do anything other than <i>whine</i>. You, on the other hand, I had actual hopes for.


Can't wait to throw a collar on your neck and make you my familiar.


Beating thee would soil my hands.


Fair enough. Perhaps a less energetic style would suit you better.


Would have been a handsome mirror once, and I would have given it a handsome reflection.


Ah! My finger.


Not anymore. Not with so much at stake.


Get thee gone, custardous discharge.


Ah yes, Milord has always had some spontaneous little outbursts of joy.


I... failed...


*Cazador's presence fills your mind, like blood in a blister. Once inside, it seeks a vulnerability to exploit, a weakness to latch onto.*


Well counted. I recommend keeping thy distance for a moment.


Hmm. I'm still missing the sussur bark.


You've already brought me bad news - tell me you've got something better this time.


*The bird coos its approval. Yet you notice it flinched at the sight of your hand.*


Strange. Why make a path from the Underdark to here?


Another part of the Orpheus tale. This one has been translated to Common.


Can't keep the goblins out forever. This is no fortress, and we're no warriors.


Once everyone's in their bedrolls, we'll slip out of ours and find each other.


I'm not one for parties on the best of days. And today... is not the best of days.


Barely. He was a new recruit.


Do not leave me.


Let's see what this does.


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


Drunk


Snore
zzZzz


Do not waste this.


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


All right, calm down. Just making conversation.


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


Mors animae!<br>v2


An ignoble end for a warrior. We should find some mighty stuffed prey for him to chew on.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Such a noble shrine. I fail to understand why some speak ill of Shar. She radiates grace.


Dodge
v2


Vita, Mortis, Careo<br>(VeryFastSpeed)


What you call 'corruption', I call 'empowerment'.


Ketheric Thorm's daughter. Her death compelled his descent into evil.


Huh. Where's Shadowheart?


That wasn't - that's not the same. I was terrified the whole time.


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


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


*Your mind lurches into her thoughts. Her gratitude is mixed with wariness - because you're a gith.*


Mind flayer anatomy - an important subject. The best hunters know exactly where to strike their prey.


Let's get you free.


Even so, you must find him and you must kill him.


Dodge


Damn it, Astarion's probably been whisked back to Cazador by now.


Listen!


Flagello!


Damn that hag - damn her to the Nine Hells.


Hang on!


He is near... He comes for you.


Eh?


Non movere!<br>v2


You saw another gith. <i>Where?</i>


CoughIll
var 4


Para bellum!


*But like everything, there was a cost.*


Is it just me, or are the rats here surprisingly... eloquent?


Acidum!


You probably don't know, but the dragonborn clans arrange their children's marital unions. Love is considered irrelevant to egg-duty.


Interesting. Whatever's guarding the forge, a 'hot hammer' can crack it.


Stuck? That's not good.


Is that Darkmaw the Wicked? I don't believe it.


Whatever's dripping from the walls is... alive. Organic, anyway.


Fulgur!


Easy, now.


Damn. That shade knocked me right back to the start.


A mood? Mate, he was <i>nervous</i>.


Ah, you swore an oath to my Queen! But if so... where is their lantern?


Everything seemed fine, until... your latest orders. Until we started to search for the Rashemaar.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


PainOpen<br>var 1


Ad lapidem!<br>v3


I know you'll do the right thing.


Seems to be stuck.


Coupla gnome slaves stuck with him too, little bastards.


Are we planning to kill <i>everyone</i> we meet?


But for now, I see no reason we can't make a civilised trade. I reckon you'll be wanting some steel.


Curiosity. Nothing more.


Her magic reeks like an infernal latrine.<br>


I often am. Farewell.


*Prince Orpheus may be a threat to your people as she claims, or perhaps, a threat to her rule.*


Yes, fine, just give me the letters.


Bet I can crack that open.


I do miss the Gate, though. The Elfsong Tavern! Sunset over Grey Harbour! Fried fish at the docks!


Ad maiorem dei gloriam!<br>v2


Gazette has a transcript of a conversation with Archduke Gortash.


-thrall-
                       -freed-
       -BREAK-
                            -CONTROL-


Scio, Didici, Pecto
(VeryFastSpeed)
v3


Geraldus... Harper recruit...


*In crafting the shadow lantern, you recaptured a taste of what you once had - the power to create, to compel, to imagine. It was exhilarating. And in Mystra's eyes, <i>dangerous</i>.*


*This is the truth you had forgotten: you were the favourite, the Chosen - Orin was your subordinate.*


Pay attention.


You should have third, fourth, and fifth thoughts about your deal as well. You can think about all the ways you're never going to break it.


<i>Ska'kek kir Gith shabell'eth. </i>I will resist the brain.


I can't manage that... but they've already let you pass once.


You have seen what these creatures are capable of, and you have seen their inadequacies - isn't that so? What is your judgement?


Stand, quickly, lest your failure stain Minsc's hands.


So mighty are her wonders, her great wisdom. Together, we will set this fair land free of tyranny and murder.


Steady yourself.<br>


Dongity ding, you ruin everything.


Laughter


Changed your mind, have you? The offer's still there - a fair price for the spawn, I'd say.


I suppose I should be grateful - you helped me shed any illusions that you might have been paying attention. <i>Thank you</i>.


For the Absolute! For my queen!


Strange. My spirits witnessed thieving hands snatching up the very item I wished to give - the Torch of Revocation.


True, hearing it out won't kill us. It's one of the few things that won't.


*His lips smack together wetly and leave a trail of saliva on your foot.*


Bugger. Off.


I'm quite open-minded. It's one of my finer qualities, and there's some stiff competition in that department.


I bet what the Gazette says about <i>you </i>is true. I probably shouldn't even be talking to you.


Hello, sir.


Obedi me!<br>v3


Sniff<br>var 1


Strange. Why make a path from the Underdark to here?


GaspFrightened<br>var 3


The gith probably think decapitation is a perfectly reasonable 'cure'.


Dolor!


<i>BETRAYER!</i>


Oh, an <i>honest mistake</i>, was it? Never mind.


What's inside?


Selûne's blessings to you.


So long as business comes first - parties don't pay for themselves.


Intactilis sum!<br>v3


*'Orpheus rallied Gith's honour guard and declared the throne for himself. The War of the Comet had begun.'*


Macesce!


Be thankful I just solved Father Lorgan's murder, mortal. It's put me in a good mood.


An Archduke. Finally someone who'll stand up to those wretched Absolutists.


You liberated me only when it suited you.


But he did not only give me power - he gave me the one thing no other god could grant me.


Can't leave you in the lurch.


I bet you're still wondering if you did the right thing. As for me, I haven't a shadow of a doubt.


Loquere si tibi placet!<br>v2


Dying Panic Fall<br>v4


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v6


Closed Mouth Effort v6


Voco araneae!<br>v3


One wrong move and I'd have been a statue, imprisoned for eternity...<br>


Ravengard's blood courses through your veins. Your father would be proud.


Cal would have loved this.


*This season's hottest potions and ingredients now in-stock - get them while they last!*


Let's put on a show.<br>


Sorry for what? Doing more for them than I did?


Yes. She is more valuable out there than in here. <i>Ssifisv</i> - Teela, to me.


I am not a skeleton. I am neither dead, nor undead. Neither alive, nor unliving.


They're victims, Astarion - just like you. They deserve freedom, too.


Frange! v3


Dying Panic Fall


Shadowheart - aid us!


Oh, that <i>stupid</i> boy. If that's the reason he called off our engagement, then good bloody riddance to him.


I've got you.


*Your days in the sun are behind you. The best you can hope for is that you find darkness, and the comfort it once gave you.*


The psionic detector's been activated. There must be gith hostiles nearby.


But the Underdark? Perhaps there is a home for us there.


No need to introduce yourself. I make sure I become <i>intimately</i> familiar with my subjects before writing about them.


There we slice and shred each other. The survivor claims the stones. What's left of the other is Bhaal's.


Thou wilt make thy mark on wizardry, Gale, and I shall be there to witness it.


Crescit eundo!<br>v2


An unusual spectator at that, adept at petrification. I was... unprepared.


Hold on! I'm coming.


My, my, a mimic. I'm the last one you've tried to ambush, you craven thing.


*The future of the githyanki rests in your hands. And you know just how to mould it.*


Asking why doesn't get me paid - hunting and killing does. Raphael mentioned something about an aasimar. Meant nothing to me.


Wait! The shiny stones, they are... important. Somehow.


Damn. Burnt to a crisp.


Break the traitor prince free. It is time he pay penance for his crimes against my people.


We're not gonna be safe. Not now, not ever.


Stay sceptical out there, pal. Not enough in this city do - 'specially with that gazette rag in circulation.


What's that? Blood on the ground...


This man has tried to divide us with his lies. But NO MORE.


It is a little slower to hatch, nothing more.


Revise your tone, citizen. Lord Enver Gortash's efforts have kept this city safe from the Absolute.


An illusion? Someone's hiding something...


You need to be freed. Of course.


Is it? Please, enlighten me.


So you found the seat of the Absolute's power, and what a power it is.


This must fit the device near that pod.


The fire-haired fool is dead. Yet as I stare upon his corpse, I feel... sadness. Why?


Although I'm sure you'd know better than I would.


I was lucky - I lived, when so many did not. It would take me a day and a night to recite the names of all the friends I lost.


Get a good whiff of the meat - crackling up real nice, innit?


Slim pickings up here. But safe. No one grabbing. No one biting.


Frange!


Bits and bobs.


Carrion had made a lair for himself below the city.


Dissera!


Madam Lucretious! HELP!


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


They... they whispered it was a suicide mission, this search for the artefact you were sent on.


*A vessel wobbles on the lake's murky waters.*


*Your admission doesn't absolve you of your crimes. Only time in the cells will do that.*


Combat Vocals - Hurt
Ugh!
var2


Hm. Perhaps I will. Yes - yes that's a nice idea.


You'll always have a warm welcome in Cloakwood, stranger. I promise.


Vita excolatur!<br>v3


He was the image of me. And the best of me. Everything he accomplished... Gods, he made us so proud.


Victory v4


Yet you struck my Steel Watch. You blatantly mocked the terms of my bargain.


Between you and me, there's nothing in all the realms like the utter power of infernal machinery. Can't replicate it outside the Hells. Probably for the best.


Not the best timing.


The merregons' leader might still be around here.


Your body will live and breathe, left alive as a loving doll to obey the wishes of me and my master.


Another shape-shifter. A shame we did not get to kill a real clown.


He's <i>sleepin'.</i>


The forge has a guardian undone by heat and hammer. Sounds simple...


Let us not dwell on those dark days. Their memory is a vortex within my heart that leads directly to the Hells.


*Prince Orpheus is dead. With his death, Queen Vlaakith's glory is secured, and so is your own.*


You will not become a mind flayer. Not while I'm around. I'll protect you.


I need to free the rest. Somehow.


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


Too late. But don't worry, I shall try to sob into a pillow tonight so as not to wake the entire city.


What... what was that?


One doesn't become the most powerful archmage in Waterdeep <i>and</i> lover to the goddess of magic herself by having low standards.


Moonrise? We're nearing the Towers. We're nearing <i>answers</i>.


'Our' order of business? You need to stay out of Baldur's Gate's affairs.


Report to the manip and send for reinforcements. We must find the Duke.


Nice of you to ask. Lately I've gotten used to being called 'devil'. No follow-up questions.


I'm so glad I found - wait, it's me!


'The Necromancy of Thay'? Sounds ominous.


A fine scar to lie to your children about.


Combat Vocals - Hurt
Ugh!
var3


An elf sailor and a dragon - quite friendly, by the looks of it.


Victory v4


And now she's dead. Why didn't I see it? Why didn't I stop him? Damn it - damn it all!


The hells is that supposed to mean?


No - Kled isn't good at hag magic. Can't help sweet Lady Mayrina.


Hag can't have gone far.


More for me.


Frange! v3


Hells. Poor thing didn't deserve to die like this.<br>


Dying Freezing to Death<br>v2


But sweet as my blood is, it is not for the quaffing; luscious as my meat is, it is not to be dined on.


Snout. <i>Out.</i>


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


Yes. Many died - all for trying to pass. I took too much from them.<br>


That song...


Hurt Critical


Not with you, maybe. Not with the runt of the kennel.


The <i>ch'r'ai </i>is expecting you.


I... I can't. I'm sorry, I just... I can't bear any more.


There's still life left in this old thing.


And when we destroy the trappings of this false god, the Absolute will reward us with such <i>power</i>.


Do you wish for death?


This Gortash. He is larger and more full of gears than our friends described, Boo.


That must have hurt.


Flowers? I'd expect them to wither in the curse.


Second. You will perform the rites yourself - I want absolute deniability. Here's the grimoire and necessary components.


I'm going to make the witch that did this pay. And I have the means to do it.


I'm glad to see you're so well-stocked on suitable relics, but I only need one.


Enter Candulhallow's Tombstones by speaking <i>'Sicarius' </i>at the door. Announce your intention before the Tribunal - to become an Unholy Assassin.


A little more than that.


I'll take it.


But... if I succeed, if I break the curse, then perhaps there will be time for myself again. And for others.


It was for the best. The cub would've died anyway.


<i>Enough. Close your heart to her. She only seeks to hold you back. Make the sacrifice. Do it for me, Shadowheart.</i>


GruntDisgust<br>var 2


Careful, there's a trap here.


Voco murus!<br>v3


Looks like the goblins found her little hideaway. Pity.


Gremishkas? Better be careful with any magic - spells set them off.


This... isn't meant for my sort of stomach. Bluh.


The daughter of darkness.


A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.


Hah. If my husband could hear that.


I'll have to admire you from afar.


Stand down, villain. The Steel Watch commands it.


Thick as a glob of unguent.


We need not speak of trust. Only using the creature as it no doubt means to use us.<br>


The editor will be in for a surprise tomorrow.


That right, mate? <i>Only </i>the Absolute?


Duke Ravengard. We're his only hope.


Tread carefully now.


There's no time to waste.


Wait! I - I yield! I yield!


I don't know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I'd like to.


If you're to make it to Moonrise, we need to ambush that convoy and take their lantern.


The Adamantine Forge. Our <i>statuesque</i> friend Dhourn was keen to find it.


<i>Vaws-hak</i>. My head hurts bad. You crash about like a drunken ogre.


That corpse - a tiefling. But not one I recognise.


Eiecto te!


I think that's it - we've found all of him. Time to show the Ringmaster.<br>


Victims of the shadow curse. At least they were afforded a burial.


<i>I required brains, he required souls. A perfect symbiosis.</i>


Oh - oh my. Must be what's left of that would-be extortionist.<br>


*The dog relaxes, as if reassured by your observance of protocol.*


Let's get it over with.


A simply astonishing feat of genius.


It has taken a century of misfortune. A century of loss. A century of regret.


Vlaakith will be furious. She fears nothing more than the loss of her empire. The knowledge I have of her deception will bring that about.


I see tracks there - or footprints. That's worth a look.


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


Demonic creatures. They're like vermin.


The hunter stalks his prey. The hamster naps until the action starts.


You've barely brain to feed a louse.


In fact, I saw just the sort before, not long after we first came within reach of the shadow curse. Fool that I am, I did not grasp their significance at the time.


<i>You're getting close - the wine cellar. There's a hidden door that leads further in. </i>


You will remember that, won't you, when you consider my offer?


Magical lights. But how to turn them on?


Good, that's settled. Now, <i>disperse</i>.


Easy, ladies.


Die with him if you love him so much.


Nicely designed. Secrecy always inspires ingenuity.<br>


Aylin. I was hoping you'd come.


Scouting... found druids...


Or maybe a bit of a drinking problem.


Good call. Looks like that's going to bruise.


Gods... I really thought I was done for.


I already told you I protect you, that I saved you.


Closed Mouth Effort v10


Ira et dolor!<br>v3


Effort v10


My energy wanes - time to rest.


I was right to seek you out. You're after a cure for this parasite.


They can't have sailed off without us, right?


Flagra!


Don't touch anything you ain't paid for.


Vlaakith's a fearsome one. The sort it's hard to say 'no' to.


And there ain't no way I'm sticking around long enough to meet him.


There... there, I dun it.


*Your patron bids you caution before agreeing to this pact. The monk isn't telling you everything.*


It doesn't feel real, does it? Lily being gone.


To think your father's blood flows through those damnable veins.


What's not to like? We kill some horrible beastie, and I get what I want in return. Everyone's happy.


You'd have to be a fool to pick a fight with that lot. Best to keep away for now...


Fading fast.<br>


There's learning involved? Noooooooooo.


That should be everything. Let's see what this thing can do.


Seems I can understand illithid script. Thank you, tadpole.


Kagha... Kagha did... <i>what? </i>


An alarm ward. We can open it - but <i>softly</i>, says Boo.


It would cause too much noise during my nighttime... exertions. I do not wish to alert foes of our location.


Need anything?


Hmm... salty fish... three heads...


They won't be back here any time soon, thanks to us.


Damn. I better get over there.


Macte virtute!<br>v2


--- we watch, we wait----


All the more reason to hurry.


*The magic you called on will have its uses, but you can't shake the feeling you lost something of yourself in the bargain.*


I will free you.


I pray no goblin arrow has grazed you!


Heh. Do you mean the Stone Lord, or the <i>real </i>boss?


Effort v11


Non compos mentis!


I think it's a true shame, that your goddess doesn't allow for love.


You held the future of your own people in your hands. How dare you take our prince from us?


I ought to start giving you more credit.


You don't understand - it's not just him.


Attack Critical<br>


Maybe if I just close my eyes...


You listening?


Frange!


'Unleash'.


Burgeoning bog-botherer!


Nice amulet. I bet Gale would like it.


And if you come across any survivors of the <i>ghaik</i> vessel, kill them and search them. Thoroughly.


You think Arabella is scared - wherever she is?


<i>Straj! </i>I... may vomit.


GaspSurprised<br>var 2


Might made manifest.


And seven years of wondering if I'd ever rid myself of her - or if I even should.


Never thought I'd be the one to destroy a crèche. And get away with it.


Wait - what? You know where mum is? Tell Rion - quickly!


I would've picked another route than assaulting the Absolute in its seat of power, at least until I knew what we were up against. But you made the choice for us.


I should've known Gale would weave his spell on you. Who could resist?


Guild robbers are usually decent enough folk. They take your gold, but they leave your ribs intact.


Kill her.


So that's what you want? To kill a bunch of innocents?


It's a poem. A gift from Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas.


Quod dico face!<br>v3


*Her lips meet yours and you feel your body flush with heat, racing through your limbs, followed by the dancing tingle of her cold fingers.*


It should. My people speak it in the same breath as Sarevok and Demogorgon, but he's just another upstart.


That's certainly one way to make them behave...


Don't you know there are monsters down here?


Start at the top, then.


Expello te!<br>v3


Dead - by her own kin's hand.


They're seeking a weapon. I wonder if they mean that odd artefact...


I think you are wrong. Given what you have become, there is nothing we can not do together.


Another grave to dig. We're getting far too much practice at that.


Ale me!


In fact, I think I saw just the sort before, not long after we first came within reach of the shadow curse. Fool that I am, I did not grasp their significance at the time.


I should be up on the wall.


Hear my voice. Obey my command.


Wassat? Hm...


*You creep back to your bedroll. A lucky escape for you both.*


Dying Panic Fall


Attack<br>var 3


Yes.<br>


StrugglingOpen<br>var 3


'Here lies Connor - beloved husband, and a tasty little morsel to boot.'


<i>I hope they help you to avoid the fate shared by my colleagues.</i>


Inaccessus!


Wine. A reader with decadent tastes, perhaps.


Vis medicatrix!<br>v2


Only mummy I ever liked is the one who raised me.


And you will never have to, if you listen to me.


The ring changed colour. I wonder why.


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


But he needs you obedient too. No barking, no biting, no struggling - a well-behaved little doggie.


Don't worry, I'm here.