Script > Astarion - All Dialogue
|Huh. Turns out, he's immortal. Who'd've thunk?|
I have one person who trusts me completely. That's enough for me.
Probably. Although I am two hundred years out of practice. Running water is no place for vampires.
But perhaps I'll join you for a dip once everything is done. Then we could see who's best.
It's all very grand, but so austere.
But why not project power with soft furnishings and roaring fires? Maybe then I'd worship them.
So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, Minthara?
Gods no. It sounds like a lot of work.
I sound like a charming rake, you mean? The hero everyone fawns over?
Well, if the doublet fits...
Friends' might be a stretch, but otherwise - yes, I fully agree!
We will? Gods - two hundred years and I've never missed seeing my reflection more.
Would you believe, I've never been with a githyanki.
Haha! No, I think I will leave that honour to our esteemed friend.
So many dark nooks and crannies - this fortress is a lurker's paradise.
Old habits die hard, darling. Surely you know that.
No problem. And what does this old brain look like?
Right... Good. Glad I asked.
Really? And how - specifically - have you misjudged my fine character?
It's enough to put you off tentacles for life.
The Elfsong Tavern used to serve excellent calamari. Mind you, that was two hundred years ago...
It's not required, but it is nice to have. It buys any number of ways to keep life interesting.
Let's just say blood tastes better from a gold goblet, and silk bedsheets improve any night-time activity.
I rather thought I was a little slow this time. Usually, they're begging me to drain them on the first night.
Tempting, but it's not really for me.
But I'd have to climb so many stairs. Anyway, I already have my eye on a palace in Baldur's Gate.
So how does Lolth feel about romance? Are you expected to bite your mate's head off afterwards?
I can't tell if you're joking. She is joking, right?
Why not ask one of the friendly bloodthirsty warriors? I'm sure they'd be happy to translate.
Thank you, Gale. Let us both hope that broken hearts are a thing of the past.
So, how was your night with Gale? Did you have a long, hard debate?
Snort.
Walk freely? This place is as tight as a patriar's purse.
No doubt they found me too intimidating.
I think not. That is for me and my darling to share.
You can't be serious? This is a howling wasteland!
I haven't even had a bath since the abduction. I must reek of illithid slime.
Keep calm, Karlach. One bad flare and you could blow this whole place.
Better.
He's a vampire.
She's a vampire.
They're a vampire.
Admittedly, I don't care for most people, but this is a terrible waste.
I - ... yes, that. That's clearly what I was referring to.
And what is a 'mlar', exactly?
Awed? By this? Please - size isn't everything. At least when it comes to temples.
Oh, I don't know, but a little more colour wouldn't hurt. All the black and purple just makes me think of bruises...
A tragedy - just think of all that wasted blood.
Oh, I don't know. I've fed on things that would disgust most vultures.
These woods feel unsettling - like they're dangling on the edge between life and death.
Funny. Very funny.
You think I'm beautiful? Oh, Minthara.
You know, I've never seen this place in the daylight before.
Oh, I was going to say it looks wretched. The dark hid all the kitschy details.
I lived two centuries in this city, but it can still surprise me.
Let's not get into the details. If Baldur's Gate can have its secrets, so can I.
Oh, lots. Rhymes with 'under-sea' for one thing. Fitting, eh?
But she's fine with 'the Bitch Queen'? Give her some credit, Halsin.
Transforming into a mind flayer might have its perks. At least then I could float over this muck.
Wallowing in filth is for pigs and children, my dear.
No, this place feels all too 'Underdark'y for me.
Oh dear - you're not going to come over all pleasant and homely, are you?
Probably best if I keep a low profile. They used to know me all too well in the Elfsong.
I haven't survived for two centuries by being reckless. And I hope to survive at least two more.
Gods - we're not back, are we?
I don't care what's in every mind flayer colony, Gale - nobody does. Except you.
So the more you cool down, the more your love life heats up?
I'm sure it'll all come back to you. You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.
Just once, I'd like to find a village that hasn't been plundered and destroyed.
I was thinking about a warm fire and charming company, actually.
Really?
Minsc, please - slow down. Use your words.
It's a sweet thought, but fish just doesn't have the flavour of full-blooded red meat.
I think I know a thing or two about persistent curses, thank you.
Well, it's no Baldur's Gate, but at least it's some kind of civilisation.
Drunk young patriars, naked in the fountains! Ah, civilisation...
I hear you were spotted being 'normal' in the Singing Lute, Karlach. Are you feeling all right?
And? How did you find the quiet life?
I never thought I'd see the day - our champion of the Hells has gone soft.
Oh, I've never had trouble attracting foolish, pretty people.
Jaheira! ... You think I'm pretty?
You'd be surprised, drow. I've survived a lot of things.
When you're still full of that Netherese bile? I'll pass, thank you.
Besides, I have someone else to nibble on. And they are delicious.
My 'whiff' is very faint, thank you - nothing a little bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy can't hide.
It's the perfect olfactory disguise for a corpse. Honestly, I missed my calling as a perfumer.
In that case, I'll leave fighting them to you. So I can observe your technique.
Perish the thought - we're comrades in arms! I will be right behind you.
Do whatever you need to, but I shan't be paying my respects to any of the gods on show.
Oh, I tried them all. None of them answered.
I'm... not sure, honestly. It's been a couple of hundred years.
Well, it's not called 'Grey Harbour' for nothing.
And you're rather the opposite of slick. Do you have a point?
Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.
I gave my return to Baldur's Gate a lot of thought. I never pictured this, though.
Less 'quiet party with friends', more 'days of hedonistic debauchery'. But otherwise, yes.
So... are you greeting invisible beings or just losing your mind?
Losing your mind it is! Probably the tadpole - the weirdest things seem to be...
Marriage, Wyll? I thought you'd have learned not to get trapped by devious contracts.
I'd love to come! As long as I can sit with someone fun. Mizora, perhaps?
Hmm? Oh, I was just pondering that heart of yours.
There were times I would've been thrilled if everyone who put their hands on me burst into flames.
Well, well. The fabled haunt of Nine-Fingers Keene.
I always steered clear. If Guild members started disappearing, people would start asking questions. And Cazador hated questions.
The boat's heading to Baldur's Gate. I'm almost tempted to stow away.
Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?
Nothing escapes the Blade of Frontiers' keen senses, I see.
Yes, that's why I'm mocking you - to keep our spirits up. No other reason...
What's so funny? You haven't got some laughing curse, have you?
All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.
Yes... I mean - no? I am not interested in biting the rodent is the point.
Not least because he lives in your trousers...
It's funny - I don't recall asking your opinion, Wyll.
So Gale, how is your sad, hopeless pining going?
Oh, my dear wizard. I wasn't talking about Mystra.
The graveyard's ancient, but the graves are fresh.
I haven't set foot in a graveyard since I became a spawn, thank you. Vampires are nothing like those other undead.
So Lae'zel, things seem to be getting serious with you two. Do you have pet names for each other yet?
Gods, you have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.
I hardly saw you at the party. Did the honest and true Blade sneak off for a little fun?
Oh, but you protest too much. Now I know you were practicing your swordplay.
What's this? A clever little hideaway?
A little too clever, if you ask me. Watch out for traps.
I do like it down here. It's nice. Homey.
Minsc! Enough! The hamster isn't saying a damn thing and you know it.
How delightfully vicious. I'm beginning to like the hamster.
Beyond that gate is the Upper City, housing the great and the good of Baldur's Gate.
Gods no - who'd want to spend time with anyone great or good?
Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.
Jaheira! What do you think of me?
Cazazdor always warned us to stay clear of this neighbourhood. Never said why, though.
Ah. Yes, that was probably it.
I know, can you imagine the noise? This is much more peaceful.
Of course not, I'm a pussycat really. Just ask anyone who's seen my claws.
Gods, whoever thought I'd be happy to see the Flaming Fist?
Being in a land of cursed, angry shadows, you start to see things in a new light.
Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?
Another ruined temple, full of foul-smelling beasts, spoiling for a fight.
Oh, how ignorant of me. So it'll be free of foul-smelling beasts, then?
Gods, how are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.
Oh, darling, would you?
Please, I can barely manage my pack - you'd kill me.
Oh, I don't know. The screaming fever is pretty bad.
Really? I prefer my company extraordinary.
Don't thank me, thank Gortash.
You're right, of course. Forgive me.
Of course! Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?
If you insist on prying, perhaps you'd care to join us and see how much we enjoy one another?
I'm sure even I could learn some new tricks from an old veteran such as yourself.
And yet here we stand. We're either very clever or very lucky.
Biting flies, midges - shouldn't nature be beautiful and serene? It looks so nice in the Upper City parks.
I'll happily take you. If we survive this bugs' banquet.
I used to be agog at everything when I first walked in the sun. Perhaps I'm adjusting to this new life.
And it's when you think 'agog' is an impressive word that I remember you're just a child.
We're having fun. I would say 'try it, it won't kill you', but in your case I'm not sure.
Straight from the neck is preferred, but goblets are used in mortal company. They save on awkwardness.
We could share a drink some night, if you're curious. A nice red wine in your goblet, of course.
I rather think they did. Can't imagine anyone wanting to do that for you, though dear.
Let me guess - you thought I'd suck blood, but actually I just suck? Was that your witty jab?
We're both learning a lot. Cazador kept this place all to himself.
Oh, I know I could never tempt you, but maybe your little friend would like to perch on a more elegant shoulder?
You'll never know unless you try. Just once? Maybe you'll like it.
Excuse me? That's just mean - we're all adults here.
Must you take everything so seriously? We're both happy with our arrangement - that's all that matters.
What a delightfully secluded alley. I would have been in my element here, once.
A different class of person. And a different type of consorting.
Well, most people are idiots, Wyll. You can lure them into a dragon's maw if you promise a bag of sweets.
Safety, sweets - it's the same principle.
I hear things got wild between you two. I hope no one was too badly mauled.
It's bad enough having one person with fangs trying to keep control of themselves. Two of us could be dangerous.
Yes, but you chose darkness. I was cast into it.
The sun was banished from my life - forbidden. And we all lust after the forbidden, don't we?
Ah. This place never changes.
I know, isn't it wonderful? Endless opportunities for mischief.
Can't say I love what they've done with the place.
Reason enough to put them all to the sword, I say.
Horses? Perish the thought - those ill-tempered beasts are prone to biting.
And I'm not offering any rides, if that's what you're thinking.
Ah, no shadow curse, plenty of funerary decor - I almost feel at home.
Yes, as I said - just like home.
I can't blame them. You're delicious.
Shadowheart! You wound me.
Probably.
I used to like this neighbourhood. It was quieter than inside the walls - darker too.
Oh, yes - slimmer pickings, but safer targets. The perfect place to learn the craft.
Ah, beer. Not really my drink, you know.
Well - yes. It was a joke.
Quite the opposite - I need someone I can trust. And now I know they'll never betray me.
My life has taken on a new aspect. It is only natural that my relationships change as well.
As the Vampire Ascendant, I can grant my lover immortality, and bind them to me forever.
What a preposterous question. Vampires can do anything you can do, and a damn sight better.
All right, there are a few limited exceptions.
It is. Though if the table is laden with good wine and meat, love is often left to rot with the salad leaves.
We're getting close. I do believe fate is shuffling the cards for the final deal.
And speaking personally, I intend to cheat.
It's a long time since I was in a house of healing. Gods, it's depressing.
True, although I don't heal as fast as I used to. The one downside to the tadpole, I suppose.
You didn't kiss anyone until you were fifteen? Gods, what a tragic, sheltered life...
I like this bloodlust look on you. Very flattering.
Moonlanterns to keep the curse back, burly guards to fight off any monsters - I could get used to this place.
No, of course. Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?
Vampires would be a safe bet.
So long as there's a cheering crowd. As for vampire dens, I'd brace your nose. They can be very... organic.
It may soon come to an end if you don't shut your mouth.
The city's elite was not my target audience, alas.
People ask questions when members of the nobility disappear, and the last thing Cazador wanted was people asking questions.
I expected a temple to murder would be more fun. A little joyous, even.
Oh, I don't know - I've killed plenty of rats. I celebrated every time.
They weren't lovers... not in the way that you mean. They wanted me more than I wanted them.
I used that to my advantage more times than I care to remember.
So, Gale - you laid with a goddess? You must have some sordid tales to tell?
You actually made sleeping with a goddess sound boring. Incredible...
I'm used to a crypt's gloom. This is something else.
I've spent long enough in the dark. It gets old.
It all depends. A clean neck certainly helps.
Of course, there are different vintages. Young noble is wonderful if you can get it, but crone has its charms too.
Rich of you to talk about someone else's heart, Karlach.
But I must admit, my chest has been feeling a touch lighter recently.
Yes, most things do.
No, and you're so charming and alluring. It's baffling, really.
I guess it shall remain a mystery, now and forevermore.
Ooh, I do so very like spicy food.
Wonderful! I'd hate to be destroyed by any common old magic.
Ah! Wyll. No question. He's strong, fast, and righteous. I'm salivating already.
You sound disappointed. I'll bite you if you ask.
I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, Gale?
Just to remind you, I'm merely a spawn. It won't count.
But if you want a true vampire, I'm happy to recommend one.
Spent much time in the Underdark?
Perfect? You try drinking an earth elemental's blood.
Goblins are such vile little parasites.
Shadowheart. Such a grim name for such a beautiful flower.
From sweet woodland to stinking swamp. Can you do tricks like that, Gale?
No sweethearts, no. I prefer them savoury.
Not one in particular. The city is a veritable feast of sweethearts.
You fight well, but you're so efficient. Why not have a little fun?
What a waste.
Ever heard of a vampire called Cazador, Wyll?
I imagine they are.
So, you know about these parasites. Will we survive them?
Okay. Wonderful.
Excuse me? Since this tadpole, I'm barely a monster at all.
I just want to survive, same as you.
You and I have very different definitions of 'clever'.
I don't care for fish. Red meat - now that's a different matter. Rare as can be... dripping.
So, you and Lae'zel? Seems tense.
Noted.
So, do you have loves waiting for you once this is all over?
That orb seems powerful. What can it do once it's extracted?
It might be useful. Who knows?
Me too. Keep an eye out for any passing vagrants.
Do we have to spend so long poking about down here?
I'd much rather be outside, with the sun on my skin.
A question for our master monster hunter: how would you approach killing a vampire?
None taken. Wiliness keeps me alive. More or less.
Just curious.
Cazador promised you your freedom? And you believed him?
You were never burdened with intelligence, Petras, but your load seems especially light these days.
That's no way to welcome back a brother, Dal. Didn't you miss me?
You have no idea what I can do.
You always were an idiot, Petras.
Why does Cazador need me? What is he planning?
You heard them. Tell me what I need to know. Now.
Keep talking.
You can't believe that. You can't be that stupid.
I'm going to stop Cazador.
I'm more than what I was. And I'm not afraid of anything anymore.
The sun can't harm me, Cazador can't compel me. I'm the only person who can stop him.
Now go, before I change my mind about roasting you, brother.
Tell me what I need to know, or I swear you'll burn.
Fine.
You owe your wretched life to my friend. Now tell me what I need to know.
I'm the only one who can.
The sun can't harm me, Cazador can't compel me. I don't need to fear him anymore.
You can't believe that, Dal. When has Cazador ever shared power?
Poor fools. They actually think Cazador will save them...
You sound surprised - I am capable of doing the right thing from time to time.
Yes. And they'll be trembling in fear when they tell him.
They're no threat to us, and they have no choice but to do Cazador's bidding. I pity them.
Worst of all, they don't know their fate's already set. They're doomed.
The only question is whether their lives will be sacrificed to a monster like Cazador or serve a greater purpose.
Seven sigils on seven spawn, and Cazador has the other six. We have to face him and take that power for ourselves.
Trust me, I'd rather slaughter someone else's family, but... if that's what it takes.
And it's not like they're sweet innocents: they brought Cazador just as many victims as I did.
You're not getting sentimental, are you? I thought you were with me on this.
And spend every day looking over my shoulder? Waiting for someone to grab me and drag me back to the shadows?
No, I won't spend eternity as a fugitive. I need to end this.
Besides, I'll need something to protect me from the sun if things don't work out with our parasite friends. This ritual could set me free.
And you want what's best for me, surely?
Then you'll help me in this. Nothing would make me happier.
I knew I was right about you. You're a true friend.
Then we'll deal with it! It can't be worse than everything else we've faced.
And now that we know he's skulking beneath his palace, we can take the hunt to Cazador.
Well figure it out. I need to know I can rely on you.
All right, let's go. This place stinks of rat blood and despair.
Well yes, technically only I will ascend and gain the ritual's power.
But we're a team. If I become all-powerful, then we become all-powerful.
We are a team, aren't we? You're still with me?
Why thank you, darling.
But there's nothing to be afraid of - we're a team after all.
I knew I could count on you. It's that killer instinct I love so much.
I knew I could count on you. We share that killer instinct.
And now we know that Cazador's skulking somewhere beneath the palace, it'll be infinitely easier to track him down.
Still though, a living vampire...
Who wouldn't be interested? It's the ultimate freedom.
Freedom from the hunger, freedom to live a real life in the sun - no tadpole required.
And if I were to ascend instead of him: freedom from Cazador, once and for all.
Perhaps, but it's a devils' deal. They always have some loophole or another.
And just think - I could rid myself of the mind flayers' parasite without losing anything.
In fact, I'd be more powerful than ever. More powerful than any vampire has ever been.
I am. More sure than I've ever been.
It comes with a cost, yes. All great things do.
Well, it might be. And there's only one way to find out.
It doesn't feel like a lie. It feels like exactly the kind of power Cazador would chase.
Perhaps, but if I don't confront him some day, I know I'll spend the rest of my life running from him.
And if I can take this power from him, it would set me free. Truly free.
I have to know. I have to face him.
Yes, but only because of the parasite. This would be true freedom.
Don't tell me what to do!
Where is he hiding? TELL ME.
It's taking everything I have not to grind your rotten carcass to dust.
You tortured us. For days at a time.
Doors can be unsealed. Just give us the key and we'll show ourselves in.
Things have changed, Godey. We might surprise you.
Doors can be unsealed. Do you have the key?
We're here to see the master, but the ballroom door's locked. Give us the key.
Isn't it obvious? I'm going to kill Cazador.
I know you're there, Godey. Stop skulking and show yourself.
Well indeed. I was rather hoping I'd never see you people again, honestly.
Oh - eh... hello again?
I feel we're intruding. We should leave. Quickly.
Well, I mean... kind of? It's a long story, honestly.
You don't know Cazador like I do - he's merciless.
You want me to march into the lion's den and save your children, but I promise you, they're already dead.
Excuse me? Did you not hear anything I just said? They're gone.
I spent two hundred years bringing him victims. Each and every one was whisked away to be fed on that night.
Gods damn it - fine! If nothing else, at least killing Cazador will feel good.
If you're trying to encourage me, you're failing abysmally.
I suppose... Yes. Yes, revenge I can do.
I have to admit, I don't love sitting down for a chat with people who've relentlessly hunted me.
You do not decide where I should be. Not now, not ever.
What? You're handing me over to them?
I was hoping you'd say that. Taking it from the ruins of your corpse will be more satisfying anyway.
I've come home to rejoin the family.
He needs me to complete the ritual. He'll be furious if you stop me from joining him.
But master called me home! I have to get to him!
The ballroom door's locked and I need the key.
I'm looking for Cazador. Where is he?
How about I start breaking bones and keep going until I find that key?
Attack.
I do want to hurt you, if that's what you mean.
Isn't it obvious? I'm here to kill Cazador.
Yes, I remember your hunter from the swamp. It didn't end well for him.
Ah, that is... complicated.
I - if I can help them, I will. But you have to understand that Cazador is merciless. There's every chance they're already dead.
Yes, I remember your friend. And how he was left trudging around a swamp.
Here I am. Now what do you want?
And here I am. What do you want?
Yes, it's true.
I'll do what I can for them, I promise.
And if they're already dead?
And if I decline to help?
You think you can guilt me into doing what you're too weak to?
All right, I'll do what I can.
Forget it, I'm not sacrificing myself for your cause.
Attack her.
Somewhat. It's... complicated.
What does it matter to you?
I have nothing to say to you or your people.
I noticed. It didn't end well for the hunter I met in the swamp.
I know. I remember your friend from the swamp.
Really? You should have tried looking harder.
If you want a fight, you're going to need a bigger funeral pyre.
I remember you.
How are you still alive?
That scar on your face - it must bind you to Cazador's Black Mass.
That scar on your face - what does it mean?
The scar on your face - it must bind you to Cazador's Black Mass. I need to kill him.
I'm here to stop the Black Mass - to kill Cazador.
You should be dead. Why didn't Cazador feed on you?
I'm so sorry.
One hundred and seventy years. You were one of my first too.
I can fix this. When I kill Cazador, you'll be free.
I've done the impossible before.
Tell me where he is, and I swear I'll end him.
When he's dead, you'll be mine to command.
I truly wanted you - Cazador forced me to harm you. I'll kill him.
Well, at least you only had the best.
There were so many of you - I can't remember them all.
I don't remember. I'm sorry.
Read his thoughts.
Try to remember his name.
You're mistaken. I have no idea who you are.
Who are these wretches?
I... I recognise that voice. You were in the Blushing Mermaid.
That scar - Cazador did that to you? He bound you to the Black Mass?
That scar - Cazador did that to you? What does it mean?
I can put this right, I swear. I'm here to stop the Black Mass - to kill Cazador.
I can put this right, I swear. I can kill Cazador and free us all.
Oh they're disgusting. Cazador never fed on wretches like this.
How did they get here? What is Cazador doing with them? I should have guessed there was more to it than Raphael would ever have told.
How did they get here? What is Cazador doing with them? My brethren spoke nothing of this...
They could be sacrifices for the Black Mass, but where did he get them all?
But who knows? Maybe the old man's tastes've changed since I left.
You - no. You're dead.
Sebastian.
You were handsome. Shy. You'd never been kissed.
It can't be -
So Cazador marked them too - bound us all to his ritual.
Gods, I know so many of these faces.
Then they're bound to the Black Mass too. Bound through the scars. And through me.
I know these faces - every one that shares my scar.
It's not just him - I know so many of these faces.
They're my conquests. I pursued them, seduced them, then brought them to Cazador. He told us he was feeding on them.
But he turned them to spawn. He turned every last one so he'd have souls for this cursed ritual.
What?
One hundred and seventy years. You were one of my first.
That's why we're here - to destroy Cazador.
I promise you, I know that feeling all too well. But it can be done.
Trust me when I say I know the feeling. But you can resist the urge.
We'll be back. You have my word.
Don't. Not now.
You don't understand - it's not just him.
I know so many of these faces.
Hardly. Cazador didn't keep me in luxury, but I've never seen anything like this.
I have no idea what these wretches are doing here. 'The Master' had a more refined palate than this.
I don't even know what this prison is. He hid all of this from me and the others.
If I had to guess, I'd say they're part of his ritual. But where in the hells did they come from?
I'm just surprised to see such wretched-looking specimens - Cazador had a more refined palate than this.
So I can see from all your heavily-armed friends. You didn't think I could resist completing the ritual, did you?
Thank you. And for what it's worth - I'm sorry. I wish I could return the ones I took from you.
Oh please, there's no need for such language. I promised you Cazador's death and I more than delivered.
Cazador may be gone, but there are still thousands of vampire spawn down there.
Cazador may be gone, but there are still thousands of vampire spawn down there. Including your children.
Really? I'm hurt.
Out of my way. I'm in no mood to talk.
They were innocents. To kill them would have been an even greater crime.
But if you ever decide to hunt them, know they include your children.
That depends on how you define 'survived', really, but they are free. They're making their way into the Underdark as we speak.
And your children helped me ascend to new power. How fitting.
I'm sorry I took your children, but Cazador's dead now. It's over.
I had no choice, I was a spawn, following orders.
If you want to fight, can we just get on with it?
It had to be done.
You didn't think I could do it? I'm hurt.
Well I expect you'll leave me in peace from now on.
Thank you, I only want to live in peace.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I wish I could bring your children back.
...That's it? No reward?
And I hope I never see any of you again.
Get out of my way. I'm in no mood to talk.
Your children among them...
You should know - Cazador may be dead, but there are still thousands of spawn locked up down there.
Don't you understand? With this power I can save the city!
I promised I'd kill Cazador. Did I not deliver?
Walk away. Don't sacrifice what's left of your tribe for nothing.
You're even more of a fool to stand in my way now.
They were innocent - it would have been more evil to kill them.
Yes, I set them free. Including your children - they're spawn too now.
They're in the Underdark - they'll feed on the monsters down there.
So? If you have a problem with it, go deal with it.
Don't worry, we're all friends under the Absolute. I won't bite.
Astarion, but hold on-
I'm sorry? You want to be bitten?
I will have to decline.
I gave you my answer.
I'm sorry, but could you excuse us a moment?
Are you actually asking me to do this? Trading me for some potion?
Because there's something wrong with her blood. I can smell it from here - it's rank.
I can't say, it just smells wrong. Unnatural.
Drinking it wouldn't kill me, but it would not be pleasant.
All right. Thank you.
It's still a no, I'm afraid.
Thank you. I appreciated that.
Fine, I'll do it.
Darling, I've had a sudden change of heart!
After all, who could resist such a delectable neck?
Hold very, very still.
YHURGH!
You're fetid - full of corruption.
I... I suppose you have a point.
Easy for you to say, you won't have to taste whatever sludge is in those veins.
That would explain the stench, yes.
I already have enough illithid filth in my head - I don't want it in my stomach as well.
Spawn? I am the Vampire Ascendant, Gur. And I thought I was done with your wretched little tribe.
You can't blame a spawn for the sins of his master. Any good monster hunter should know that.
I had no choice. As you 'monster hunters' well know.
You're - the Gur tribe? I thought I was done with you people.
But if you do decide to go hunting them, know they include your children.
Cazador turned everyone we brought him into spawn. I can only assume your children were somewhere in those wretched cells.
You'll find them in the Underdark, although you may not like what you find.
I even killed a few thousand spawn while I was at it - you should be thanking me for saving you the trouble.
No, there's no working with the likes of them. Look at the hate in their eyes.
Oh I don't know - this might be the perfect place for them to die.
Look at the hate in their eyes. They won't ever stop hunting me.
My dear, I wouldn't want it any other way.
What? You treacherous little shit - I'll kill you all!
Please, there's no need for such language. You wanted Cazador dead and now he is.
I - I'm sorry. We were too late. Cazador had already turned them.
You'll find them sealed in the cells below the palace. Although you might not like what you find.
I - I don't know for sure, but Cazador turned everyone we brought him. I can only assume that included your children.
You'll probably find them in the cells below the palace. Although you won't like what you find.
Thank you. And for what it's worth - I'm sorry. I wish I could return the ones taken from you.
But we did slay him, so... how about we call it even?
Believe me when I say it was for the best. The pain from the hunger alone - there's nothing like it.
You think that's what you wanted, but you don't know the hunger. You don't know what it turns us into.
Oh, I wasn't holding out for an invitation.
They died long before we arrived. Trust me, they were not the children you knew.
I have. I've stolen your last chance to see them, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Because anything else would mean sending you down into the dark. It'd mean showing you the hunger in your babes' eyes and leaving you with that terrible, final decision.
I've visited enough pain on your people. The least I could do was spare you that.
Well that's backhanded as compliments come. Though I'll take it if it means you're done trying to kill me.
Leave.
I'm not the one in the dirt.
One last thrust and I'll be free of you. I'll never have to fear you again.
But if I finish the ritual you started, I'll never have to fear anyone, ever.
I am so much more than what you made me.
I need your eyes. In a manner of speaking.
Use the parasite - link your mind to mine. Through your eyes, I can see the scars on my back and copy them onto his.
I would. And I will. You will be consumed and all the power you've lusted after will be mine.
Yes. Yes, I see it!
There. Perfect.
Time to take your place.
Ecce dominus!
Has animas offero in sacrificio...
Nunc volo potestatem quam pollicitus es mihi...
I... I can't feel it. That ache in my stomach, that hunger - it's gone.
I'm free. I'm finally free! Oh it feels delicious.
Come on, let's get out of here. I have a brand new world to explore.
Yes, it's over. You can do whatever you want.
As for those wretches in the cells - if I don't get my freedom, neither do they.
It's over. I'm done with this and I'm done with you.
I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.
You might have made me what I am, but I can be so much more than what you created me to be.
But I am grateful for one thing. You showed me how to really savour moments like this.
Yes. He's gone.
It means you have a choice.
You can hide here, living in the shadows like parasites, or you can be more than what he made us to be.
The poor wretches in the cells are innocent. They shouldn't have to suffer just because I lured them here.
They'll need someone to lead them. Take the tunnels into the Underdark, find somewhere... well, not safe, but less perilous?
Just try to keep them out of trouble.
It's over. It's finally over.
No, no. No healing sleep for you. Wake up!
What are you waiting for? Help me!
I can do this, but I need your help.
These people died years ago, trust me on that. All that's left are feral spawn, desperate for blood.
If we release them, how many people will they kill? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?
But if they die and I ascend, I won't have to rely on the parasite to walk in the sun. I'll be free - truly, completely free. Isn't that what you want?
You - you're right. I can be better than him.
But I'm not above enjoying this.
You can do whatever you want' sounds terrifying - and it is - but there's opportunity in it, too.
You can choose differently, of course, but the consequences are on your head.
Now that's a better question. Seven thousand spawn, from ancient conquests to stolen children...
We're not like those wretches, brother. We've spent lifetimes controlling our hunger - they're all but feral.
I don't relish it any more than you do, but putting them to rest may be the kindest thing we can do.
Follow the tunnels to the Underdark. You'll be... well, not 'safe' there, but in less peril.
I don't like it, but you're right. Putting them to rest may be the kindest thing we can do.
I... I think we're done here.
Let's go.
You're right.
I am done picking up after Cazador. I wash my hands of all of this. This place, this ritual, these people.
You can stay if you want, but I have a life and I intend to live it.
Come on. Let's go.
Ah. Now that is a question...
Your choices are simple, really.
It will become everyone's business if you try to feast on half the city. This is just a friendly warning.
And I want to live a full life! Not some half existence, hiding in the shadows for the rest of eternity.
I'm not him, and I will not become him.
Please! I can't do this alone.
Unmaking what you made me.
Help me do this. Please.
I can feel it! I CAN FEEL THEIR POWER FLOWING INTO ME!
I did. We did.
Now we deal with the elder brain. I no longer require its parasite, so we can end this once and for all.
I think the answer to that is 'whatever they damn well please'.
Oh don't worry, darling. I won't bite unless you ask very, very nicely.
What are you doing? No - stop!
It's - it's gone. All that power.
You couldn't let me? You couldn't let me?
Don't you tell me what I needed!
All you had to do was stand there! But no, even that was too much much to ask.
I was so close. I could have had it all, but you took everything from me.
Cazador won after all. I'll never escape the hell he built.
And if I can't escape, then no one can. Not them...
And certainly not you.
Don't you dare! I CAN FEEL THEIR POWER FLOWING INTO ME!
But if I complete the ritual, think of the power I'll have. With me by your side, we can save the city - we can save ourselves!
Trust me, I know what I'm doing.
Get over here. We can do this.
Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. Maybe it doesn't matter.
He's not wrong. There's always going to be a part of him in me.
Trust me, I know what I'm doing
Pull him from the coffin.
Tell me how to complete the ritual.
Stab him without a word.
I'm waiting to hear you beg for your life.
Oblivion can be arranged.
Do it. Beg.
All right. You can live.
Tell me how to complete the ritual and I might spare you.
Stab him.
You saved me to create a pawn you could use! I should kill you for that alone.
Stab him without another word.
Then tell me how to complete the ritual.
Then you can bear my runes and be sacrificed in my place.
Enter your companion's mind and see the scars through their eyes.
Carve the symbols into his back.
Begin the ritual.
This feels incredible. I'm a new person.
Bow before the greatest vampire the Sword Coast has ever seen!
It doesn't feel much different, honestly.
Kill Cazador and abandon the ritual.
It means you're free - you can do whatever you want.
What do you want it to mean?
Don't. People ask questions when bodies start appearing.
You can try, but I will stop you. Just like I stopped Cazador.
Do what you like, it's none of my concern.
Then do! Slake your thirst.
Use the staff to destroy the prisoners.
Use the staff to set the prisoners free.
Destroy the staff so they can never escape.
They're not my concern.
I simply do not care.
That depends. Can you swear to me you won't feed on mortals?
You don't have to eat rats. Feast on a lion or a dragon - just not people.
Start killing people and I'll stop you. Just like I stopped Cazador.
Do what you like, but you're dealing with the consequences.
Try to remember the runes on your back and carve them into Cazador's flesh.
Just kill him.
Give him his wish - kill him.
Walk away.
What Black Mass? What's Cazador planning?
There won't be any Black Mass - I'm going to kill Cazador.
If you still serve him, I'll kill you too.
Grab him by the throat and drag him towards the sunlight coming through the window.
Let him go.
Cazador's doom.
I'm something new.
The greatest vampire that ever lived.
Hold him to the light.
I'm the master now and you will obey.
The sun can't harm me anymore.
Listen to me, damn it! I'm trying to save you, even if you're too stupid to see it.
I admit, I wasn't the best brother to you, so let me make it up to you. Let me save you.
It's in all of our interests to see Cazador dead. We'll all be free.
Dalyria, I know you're smarter than this. Tell me what I need to know.
Walk to the window, into the sunlight.
Fine, go and die for your master if that's what you want.
Nothing. Die if you want to, Petras.
Tell me where he is.
He'll destroy all of you if the Black Mass goes ahead.
When has Cazador given us anything other than beatings?
Your only hope of freedom is his death. So tell me where he is.
Believe what you want - I'm done with you.
Elevated? You're deluded.
I can show you real power. Right now.
You can be free without him. You can be powerful without him - I am the proof.
You have no idea what I can do. Tell me where to find him or I'll make you pay.
I'm not afraid of the old man.
Cazador won't free you - he's going to sacrifice you in the ritual.
The 'Master' promised you freedom? And you believed him?
Sounds like a delightful dinner plan. Perhaps I'll join you.
I'll be blunt, then. Cazador plans to sacrifice us all at his 'ascension' ritual.
Where is this ritual happening? Where can I find Cazador?
Tell me about this 'ascension' - what's Cazador planning?
I'm going to kill Cazador. Just tell me where to find him.
I have more than quips. You have no idea what I'm capable of.
Why should Cazador ascend? I'd make a much better master than him.
If the Mass goes ahead, you'll be dead, not free. Cazador intends to sacrifice you.
Not if I kill him first. I just need to know where this 'Black Mass' is happening.
I'm Cazador's doom.
Cazador promised you freedom? And you believed him?
Forgiveness? You've never forgiven anything.
Every mistake, every slip was punished!
No! No, fuck you and fuck everything you've ever done to me.
You son of a bitch!
Urgh... argh...
That's what you think, you son of a bitch!
No! Stop him! And get me out of this!
I don't need anyone to speak for me.
No! Shut up!
I don't owe you a damn thing.
I'm here to stop you and this cursed ritual.
What is this? Why are the others in chains?
I've soared without you. I've walked in the sunlight.
I've been free of your rules. I've tasted the blood of thinking creatures.
No. I'm not some goat to sacrifice in your ritual.
What is this? What are you doing to them?
It's time for you to die.
Resist his blood magic. Without allies, it's all over if he takes control of you.
Force your body to resist - don't let him control you.
Give in, let him control you.
And if I do join them?
You can't kill all these people. I won't let you.
I'm an angel of vengeance. That's what you made me.
We're finishing this ritual. But I'm taking the power, not you.
Soon you'll be begging for your life.
I am here to take my rightful place. I'm going to ascend.
You're a monster hunter? I'm surprised - I thought all Gur were vagrant cut-throats.
Or to make a deal with her. Probably think you can outfox the old dear.
A vampire spawn? Why?
Capture? And bring it where?
No. No, I'm quite well.
How sensible.
We should go, but you have fun tracking your monster.
No! I mean - we have different quests. I wouldn't want to distract this fellow from his path any more than he'd want to lead us from ours.
There's a lot to know.
I've crossed paths with your people before, you know.
It wasn't a good experience.
The Gur help themselves, no one else. Whatever his price, it would've been too much.
Trust me, I did us a favour.
It's a figure of speech, darling. I'd be disappointed if you trusted me at all.
Bigoted?! If you'd seen-
No. No, we're done here. Let's go.
I had my reasons, you can be sure of that.
Now, if we're done, we have more important business to get on with.
I absolutely, definitely will think about it.
He was spinning a tale, and you were falling for it. Vampires? Sacred missions? Honestly.
He would've followed us to camp and slit our throats in the night.
That bad.
Let's go, we've wasted enough time talking.
Yes, yes, fine. It's just - specific. Why not kill the gnolls or goblins rampaging around here?
Oh? And bring him where, exactly?
I don't know. I'm sure a vampire spawn could still rip your throat out if he felt like it.
We've all survived so far. Let's focus on that.
Indeed it is. We should do something about this threat.
These days, I'm making the impossible look easy.
May I?
What?!
Wait - that's it? We're just walking away?
Don't you think we should do something about the... vampire issue?
Fine. But if this comes back to bite us, it's on your head.
They'd better bloody not.
Excellent.
You idiot. What have you done?
You treacherous little worm!
Something terrifying, no doubt. Dragon? Cyclops? Kobold?
You're a monster hunter? I'm surprised - I thought all Gur were wandering cut-throats.
And what is your prey exactly? Dragon? Cyclops? Kobold?
A - Why?
And return him to Baldur's Gate, no doubt?
Oh, I know everything about him.
It'd make me think twice, certainly.
Oh? What are you hunting?
And when you find him? Will you kill this Astarion?
I've just remembered I need to be somewhere. But good luck with your hunt.
Why not just kill him?
I wouldn't blame the vampire spawn - I hear they have to follow their master's orders.
How do you plan to find him?
I'm feeling a little ill, actually. I should go.
Well done! You found him.
You're in the right place - there's plenty of evil here.
Well, you stink. I'm sure that'll protect you.
Why should I believe anything you say?
I've met people like you before. You're a Gur, aren't you?
Funny. I thought your people were all cut-throats, not monster hunters.
The pig's dead, my friend. Staring at it won't bring it back.
Come on. We'll never fix these brainworms if we stop and gawk at every piece of carrion you find.
And? Is it dead enough for you?
I - it's been drained of blood with wounds in its neck. It's been killed by a vampire.
I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to worry you. They're ferocious creatures.
But don't worry, I'll keep watch tonight. We won't have to worry about nocturnal visitors. Now please, let's go.
Yes. I know it's a waste of our time and I'm done indulging you.
See? Nothing. Come on, we're wasting our time.
Don't look at me like that. I know what you're going to say.
The answer is no. No.
Ugh, yes, you're very impressive. But leave me alone.
If such power would please you, darling, I won't stop you.
But do be careful. I want you to stay you.
Good. I look forward to having a formidable ally with no sense of self-preservation.
That was before I knew the cost. Before I knew it meant transforming into some grotesque beast.
I remember how it hurt when I turned to a vampire. My body writhed and warped while I was utterly helpless, the grip of death owned my heart as it beat its last.
I - I don't want to turn into anything else. I can't do that again. I can't watch my body be taken over.
I'll happily murder my way to whatever powerful artefacts we can make use of. Point at the back and I'll stab.
Just don't ask me to sacrifice my body.
It hasn't been mine for so long.
I'm still nothing, aren't I? Just an expandable frail spawn who will burn to a crisp soon enough.
What is there left to protect, if you lose your very body to the monster?
All right. Fine. Give me the worm. I will take every weapon I can, damn it all.
No. We defeated Cazador, we can defeat anyone. This world is ours to do with as we please, now. I will not do this.
I'm really not sure...
Damn it. Damn you.
All right... I'll do it.
Just don't ask me again.
Fuck off. I can tell what you're doing. You will not break me down.
I don't need a partner who's willing to unleash the demons in my head. You and me are over.
I had nothing for so long. Nothing. Not even my own body. I will not give it up, now it's mine again.
Thank you.
I am... not. I just don't want to lose my gods-given good looks, really. Wouldn't that be a crime?
It isn't about the pain... it's about being beholden to the tadpole's influence.
If we mastered the tadpoles, it would be different. But right now that mastery depends on an illithid and its githyanki slave.
Good. I wouldn't have, anyway.
I'm not going to submit to this. Don't ask me again.
We both know what it is capable of. But I'm not touching it.
You really ended things with Lae'zel, just to be with me?
Not that there was any doubt - I was the obvious choice, but...
Well, perhaps there was a smidge of doubt. I do come with my complications.
Ha! All right, fair enough.
Not everyone lusts for blood, darling. Or could be cursed to an eternity in the shadows if they lose their brain parasite.
Well... you do lust for blood, but you know what I mean.
My point is you didn't have to choose this.
Well, if you insist on loving and adoring me, I guess I'll have to allow it.
You know, darling, I think we are going to have a lot of fun together.
Not exactly a resounding declaration of love, but... maybe that's for the best.
All right. Let's see what happens.
Oh, I can do interesting. It's everything else that worries me.
I realise now I've never really had anyone. Not really. Nothing that compares to you.
But you're serious about this? About... us?
Five seconds into this relationship and I already want to break up with you.
Still, if you insist on adoring me, then who am I to stop you?
Well, hello. What can I do for you
Need something
Oh, what's to tell? I'm a magistrate back in the city - it's all rather tedious.
What's to tell? I was sired by a vampire named Cazador.
Everything before that is so long ago it's ancient history. And everything that came after - well, I'd rather not reflect on it.
I was a magistrate, working to keep the peace in Baldur's Gate. Imprisoning trouble makers, that kind of thing.
I can't remember much, truth be told. Centuries of torment will do that to you.
I was attacked. A gang of vagrants, a tribe of wandering 'Gur', took issue with a ruling I'd made.
They beat me to death's door when Cazador appeared. He chased them off and offered to save me. To give me eternal life.
Given that my choices were 'eternal life' or 'bleed to death on the street', I took him up on the offer.
It was only afterwards I realised just how long 'eternity' could be.
Why do you insist on exhuming the past?
I was a slave, a vampire spawn, kept by the Szarr family.
Perhaps I still am. I was never able to resist their commands.
But now I've been conveniently lost. They won't ever control me again.
It's simple. Just find a vampire that will drink your blood and turn you into a vampire spawn: their obedient puppet.
In theory, the next step is to drink their blood. Once you've done that, you're free and a true vampire.
People think the biggest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stake. It's not.
The biggest threat to a vampire is another vampire. They're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts.
So why would any vampire give up control over a spawn to create a competitor?
Yes and no. The problem is once you're a vampire spawn, they completely control you. They have to allow you to bite them.
And why would they do that? Vampires are power-hungry creatures. They won't lose a servant to create a competitor.
Trust me. It doesn't happen.
Free and a true vampire, capable of creating my own coven? Yes.
Although I'd settle for just killing the bastard. I wouldn't be a 'true' vampire, but I'd be free of him.
We can't. And yet I crossed the threshold like moonlight through leaves.
This worm is a powerful little beast, isn't it?
Oh don't be so glum. Look at the power it's bringing us.
I can walk in sunlight, trespass upon any home, manipulate minds - there isn't another vampire in the Realms like me!
What's not to enjoy? I can walk in sunlight, trespass upon any home, manipulate minds - I'm the most powerful vampire in the Realms!
Granted, the looming doom is an issue, but why not enjoy the benefits while we can?
Ah, ha ha ha, I was wondering when you were going to ask me about this.
I guessed. The man can't stay quiet about 'enjoying the freedom of Nature's gifts'. I bet he'd outlaw clothing if he could.
I'm happy for you to have as much Halsin as you wish - but I do have one question.
It's not because... you know... we haven't... in a while?
I know I was being foolish. But thank you for saying it.
I'm fairly sure the only one in the camp who hasn't is Withers, but even with him one can never be certain.
Even jerky was meat once.
What hovel were you living in, that you didn't see this coming back in the grove? Honestly. But that's fine.
Aww.
Oh. Well, you would. Wouldn't you? It makes sense.
Go right on with Halsin. Far be it from me to hold your hunger against you.
I trust you to make choices that are not going to hurt what we have.
Honestly, so do I. What an adventure for you!
After all this, I've realised it's all right if it does change. If anything changes.
You're lucky I'm such an open-minded person.
It doesn't concern me. You are mine. No one can change that.
The druid is unique. He has a lot of experience with this type of arrangement.
Thus, I'm sure it would be quite a harmless affair.
I can't forgive you, either.
Just... don't make me think about it. Let's talk about something else. Anything else.
Excuse me? Not every monster hunter we stumble across is trying to kill me.
Then again, we're not exactly keeping a low profile out here.
Fine, I'll bite. What did he look like?
That's interesting, but not the kind of person I'd expect to be hunting me.
Still, it's wise to keep our eyes open. I'm hardly the only monster around here.
Well, this has been very useful, thank you.
Is there anything else? Any new and interesting ways you can waste my time?
My sweet, there is nothing I'd like more.
I'll come to you tonight, when you're snugly wrapped in your bedroll and we can have a little privacy.
And this time I'll make sure I'm quiet - we don't want to disturb your rest.
Later on, when we are at rest, I will eat you right up. Just enough to give me strength, and just enough to leave you wishing for more.
Darling, I thought you'd never ask. I'll see you tonight.
Then I'll see your delicious self tonight.
I was so hoping you'd say that. Until later, then.
Then I'll see you tonight, you sweet, generous thing.
I was just wondering when you'd invite me back for a bite.
You really ended things with her, just to be with me?
You really ended things with him, just to be with me?
What? Who? What happened?
Back to Baldur's Gate?
Back to Cazador. There's no other reason he'd want me alive.
Cazador Szarr is a vampire lord in Baldur's Gate. The patriarch of his coven and a monster obsessed with power.
He turned me nearly two hundred years ago. I became his spawn and he became my tormentor.
Ha! Of course he'd send a Gur to hunt me down.
A Gur? One of those vagabonds? Why would they -
Cazador. Of course he'd send a Gur to hunt me down.
It's - nothing.
They're not special, they're just easy to buy and morally vacuous. Perfect lackeys.
First, they make excellent monster hunters. So 'find a vampire spawn' sounds perfectly reasonable to them.
Second, they're the reason I'm like this in the first place. It was a group of Gur that attacked me that night in Baldur's Gate.
I would've died had Cazador not appeared and saved me.
Well, he didn't mention the 'slave' clause at the time.
And now he sends a Gur monster hunter for me? It's a message.
He's reminding me of his power. Even in the middle of nowhere, he can reach me. And he wants me back.
I think you'll find I can. And there's nothing your bleeding heart can do to change my mind.
Perhaps. He probably thought it was funny.
But more likely, he's trying to send me a message.
Maybe. Maybe he was just drawn to the smell of blood.
The point is I have history with these barbarians. Cazador's sending a message.
They may have no idea who they're working for. Cazador likely paid someone to pay someone to call in a favour, and here we are.
He doesn't do simple plans. Not if he has a complex one that pits a dozen enemies against each other.
No, this hunter is a message. Cazador's letting me know that even out here, he can get to me. He wants me back.
Maybe he wants to make an example of me. To show what happens to runaways.
Or maybe he thinks death is too good for me.
Safe? You think I'm safe?
Do you know the power a vampire lord possesses?
He can change shape; turn into mist; call wolves to do his bidding; shrug off blows like they're nothing.
He could walk into our camp tonight and kill you with his bare hands. And you'd be lucky if death was the worst thing that happened to you.
First, we have to - uh...
...I don't know. If we kill his lackeys, he'll just send more.
Probably not. He has to rest in his crypt during the day. I've never known him to leave Baldur's Gate.
But he has no end of lackeys. He'll send someone else in his place.
Trust me, he's like nothing you've handled before.
As much as I'd love to present his head to Vlaakith, you don't know what he's like.
Just trust me when I say we need to be careful. He'll send more lackeys - he has plenty of souls to command.
We just have to be vigilant. Keep our wits about us. And kill any monster hunters on sight.
We can probably make an exception for Wyll. Probably...
We can probably make an exception for Minsc. Probably...
You don't understand. You don't know him.
Concerned? Do you know the power a vampire lord possesses?
How good of you to say, darling.
Be sure to mention that if he saunters into our camp tonight. That'll save your neck.
Ulma? I don't know the name, but she might be worth talking to.
Or killing. Whichever is more effective.
But trust me, whoever these Gur are - Cazador has a hand in it. This hunter was a message.
Why? Because Cazador sent him - why else?
Tell me about this hunter - he obviously wasn't a vampire.
Was he dragonborn? An orc? Something ferocious, surely?
A Gur? A monster-hunting vagabond. His people are the reason I'm like this.
It was a group of Gur that attacked me that night in Baldur's Gate. I would've died had Cazador not appeared and saved me.
I thought so! Not that it matters, I trust you've taken care of it.
But why send anyone after me? I'm hardly a threat out here.
A kobold. A kobold?
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Cazador always had a twisted sense of humour.
I'd trust a devil over a vampire any day. I think he likes us.
Perhaps if we kill this orthon extra bloody, he'll invite us for tea and brandy back in his House.
Am I not the very definition of 'careful'?
Fret not, my soul is quite safe. I am not about to swap one master for another.
Even though he's using me, I'm using him, too. And what do I care about this orthon's life?
This is the first chance I've had to decipher my scars. Be a dear, don't get in my way.
Not anymore. Which is all that matters, really.
So it would seem.
Hopefully he bumps into some gnolls while stumbling around at night and that's the last we hear from him.
Then we kill him. I thought that would've been obvious.
There may be others, of course. If Cazador sent one peon after me, he'll send more.
He was. But now he's not, which is all that matters, really.
Well of course he did. 'I'm hunting a poor innocent for money' isn't exactly going to win sympathy, is it?
No, 'I'm here to save you from a monstrous vampire' - that's much more convincing.
I didn't do anything! I was kidnapped - just like you.
It seems Cazador wants me back.
Ah, yes, you don't know. Cazador is a - a slaver in Baldur's Gate.
He captured me a long time ago. Insisted I call him 'master' - I only escaped when the mind flayers snatched me away from him.
I shouldn't be surprised Cazador's hunting me. He always was quite... obsessive.
He did. This 'Ulma' might be worth talking to.
Or killing. They're both good options.
But trust me, whoever the hunter thought he was working for, Cazador was pulling the strings. Only he would know to send the Gur after me.
It was him, I'm sure. Only he would know to send the Gur after me.
I'm not happy about it either, you know. Especially for one of them to turn up.
Oh, there'll be others. I'm sure of that.
If Cazador sent one peon after me, he'll send another.
I appreciate your loyalty, darling, but I don't think you understand. My old master sent that vagabond after me.
It was a mob of Gur that left me half-dead two hundred years ago. That left me begging Cazador to turn me so I could survive to take revenge.
And if that old bastard wants me back, he won't ask whose side you're on before slaughtering you.
What? Why? Why would you do that?!
A sweet thought, but if he approaches a half-empty camp, he'll know something's wrong and bolt.
Besides, this is... personal. It's better if I handle it alone.
You go to bed as normal, I'll take first watch tonight. And if he appears, I'll be happy to take care of him.
Fair? Nothing about this is fair. Least of all what you've done.
If he can find me, anyone can. You've left me exposed.
No one's going to win, because there won't be a fight.
I won't be caught and dragged back like some animal.
When I return to Baldur's Gate, it will be on my terms. And if I can't trust you to help me, then I'll figure it out myself.
I deserve better than anything that bounty hunter has planned for me, I promise you that.
I've only been looking after us. That Gur hunter... he's passed by our camp once or twice in the darkness.
I know! Wasn't it impressive?
Let me worry about the why. The Gur are duplicitous reprobates. Gods know what he was really after.
He won't bother us anymore. Now I've made sure of it.
Aren't you just obsessed? And here I am, not even trying.
Swear you'll look after me, and perhaps I won't need to go poking around with my knife.
Oh, well, next time we can land the killing blow, together. It will be a bonding moment.
We're not wandering these wilds looking for stimulating conversations. Of course my knife was ready.
The Gur are duplicitous. I've had my share of run-ins, so caution is only natural.
If Halsin is right, the person that's been playing games with the worms in our skulls.
I don't know who they are, but I have plenty of questions.
Who knows? Drow? Mind flayers? Death? Hopefully not ours.
But maybe answers, if we can convince the right people to talk.
I won't lie, it's tempting. If I keep the tadpole, I risk transforming into a grotesque monster.
If I lose the tadpole, Cazador has control of me, body and soul, and I return to the shadows.
It's grim either way, so why not sell what's left of my soul to a devil? Better he has it than Cazador.
Figuring out what's happening to us, confronting a god called 'the Absolute', and then finding the time to kill my old master before he can control me once more?
Yes, that's an option. But I wouldn't bet eternity on it.
I'm glad to hear it. Whatever's coming, we need to keep our options open.
You're familiar with the phrase 'better the devil you know'?
I know Cazador. And I'll take anything that saves me from that.
What do you mean 'dead'? How? Why?!
Free? I'm not free - I'm trapped!
I'll never be anything but a spawn now. You've sentenced me to an eternity in darkness.
Tell me honestly, did you kill him for my sake or to stop me completing the ritual myself?
I - ...I do believe you. I know you only did what you thought was best for me.
And who knows - maybe this is what's best? The kind of power that ritual offered could ruin a person. Even me.
Gods, I would have liked to kill him, though.
I will have to trust you on that.
You know, on some level, it does.
They - they were alive? All this time, they were just hidden under the palace?
Hells. After two centuries, Cazador still had new horrors to reveal.
What did you do with the poor wretches?
That was a kindness. I think? It's hard to know, really.
I'm not sure if I feel worse for them or the creatures of the Underdark. But at least they're free.
I suppose they're at peace, if nothing else. Or whatever passes for peace these days.
Gods. Well, maybe it's for the best. I don't know if killing them feels right, but freeing them? I'm not sure the world is ready to have seven thousand hungry spawn unleashed on it.
Still, this will take some getting used to - Cazador being... gone.
I just need some time to let it sink in - to figure out what it means now that he's gone.
Thank you. And thank you for what you did.
I thought Cazador's story would end with more of a bang than a whimper, but... well, you did end it. I'm grateful.
You may be waiting a while. This has brought up some complicated feelings.
You choose now to have a chat? This exact moment?
Your timing is incredible, but all right. What do you want?
Gods help them. But perhaps they'll find some kind of peace at the end of all this.
I don't know. I don't know what I would have done - what I could have done, even.
Just - I just need some space. I'm sure this will all start to sink in soon.
I don't know what I feel right now. I'm trying to absorb everything and - hells, it's so much...
You're so good to me.
Safe? How can I ever be safe now?
That ritual was my one shot at security, at independence - and you snatched it from my hands.
I - ...I do understand - there's always a risk we'll become the monsters we want to slay.
I'll never say you saved me from him, but perhaps you saved me from myself...
Perhaps. But perhaps not.
All right. If you say so, then I believe you.
Although maybe the ritual could have something to do with it. I did immediately accuse you of plotting to keep me from it...
Even now you're lying. Pathetic.
I could have had that much power! I could have walked in the sun!
And now you have the gall to stand here and announce that you've doomed me to this life forever.
Easy to say when you're not the one facing a lifetime of hunger in the shadows.
Whatever your fears, this is my life. It should have been my choice, and you should have trusted me to make it.
We've come so far together, we may as well see this tadpole business through to the end. But once that's done, we're done.
Now leave me be. I have a lot to think about.
We have been through a lot, but this? This is too much.
If I were in a position to, I'd leave you here and now. Lucky for you, I'll have to stick around a little longer.
You can deal with the tadpole yourself. I'm done with you.
I had a chance to live forever in the sun. To be free of the hunger that wracks me day and night.
Gratitude? For this?
Because he was my master or because you thought I couldn't resist finishing the ritual myself?
Because you robbed me of the chance to do it.
You stole my chance at vengeance - my chance to become more than some wretched spawn.
It's not a plan yet - more a feeling. Just an itch at the back of my mind, but I know I'm missing something.
Whatever Cazador did to me, it was more than his usual sadism: it had purpose.
Once I know what that purpose was, maybe a plan will present itself. But for now I just need to scratch this itch.
You did? Gods damn it, I wanted to be there! I wanted to make a deal...
All right, so what did the old devil have to say?
Well, I do like killing...
He doesn't have to be trustworthy to be useful. None of us do.
Perhaps if we help him, I can still salvage something from this. He would owe us, after all...
Yes... Yes, this might work! Now we just need to get on his good side.
If we do as he asks, he'll be in our debt. And if he's in our debt, he can tell me everything there is to know about my scars...
Please understand, this is important. I need to ask Raphael about some scars Cazador left on my back.
He carved them into my back over one long night, saying it was a poem. But it's more than that, I'm sure.
Whatever he wrote, he wrote it in Infernal. And if anyone can reveal infernal secrets - Raphael can. That's why we have to do as he asks.
Not to you, maybe, but it's important to me.
I won't lie, the thought hardly fills me with glee. Even with my new-found advantages, he's still an incredibly powerful vampire.
But he's arrogant too. If he does hear I'm back, he'll try to take me and expose himself in the process. Then I'll be able to strike.
It's something of a gamble, true, but if I can win - if I can beat him, it would be worth any risk.
So yes, I do worry about facing him. But if we can get his attention, finding the ritual's location will be much easier, and that could give me the edge I need.
Neither will I, darling. At least I hope you'll come along for the show?
But regardless, the plan is simple - find him, stop him from gaining almighty power, and then really enjoy killing him.
And if I can seize that almighty power for myself? Well, all the better.
Yes? No? I'm not sure.
It is full of terrible secrets, including Cazador's bloody 'Rite of Profane Ascension', but it told me nothing new.
Then again, it was filled with otherworldly power. Which I am more than happy to wield to my advantage.
I was hoping for something that would let me escape whatever fate Cazador had planned for me. Instead, I found the Rite of Profane Ascension.
It grants my kind the freedom to walk in the sun, be free of our hunger, and accrue all manner of powers.
All it requires is the sacrifice of a few souls. Souls by scars that look exactly like mine.
This rite - it's been Cazador's plan the whole time. He's going to sacrifice me and who knows how many others so he can 'ascend' to all this power.
I'm sorry, I... I might need a moment. This is a lot to take in...
The thing that will decide my fate forevermore? Yes, it has been on my mind - why?
Well, in theory it's simple: destroy Cazador, stop ritual. That's assuming we want to stop the ritual...
What? I've obviously thought about it! If I was the one who completed the ritual, I'd have such power. And I could walk in the sun without fear I'd turn into a mind flayer.
A pity then, that it's not your decision to make.
Of course, I don't even know if I could complete the ritual. It may be impossible - but it certainly is tempting.
I don't relish it, but my siblings lured thousands of people to their deaths over the years. I doubt Baldur's Gate would miss them.
I hadn't really decided on the specifics. Obviously we could stop the ritual, or... not?
Well, of course I've thought about it. If I completed the ritual instead of Cazador, I'd get all that power. And I could walk in the sun without fear I'd turn into a mind flayer.
Cazador sired seven spawn - me and my six 'brothers and sisters'.
He always insisted we were a family - even when he was carving scars into our flesh.
I was one of his first, some of the others came years later. He was a monster to us all, but did take special pleasure in my pain. He said my screams sounded sweetest.
And now that I'm gone... I don't know. I pity the other six...
Darling, I would love to take a break from this, but do you see where we are? I can't just stroll to our camp from here now, can I?
Oh darling, I'm hurt. I thought we had something special.
I guess I'll spend my evenings lounging here while you do all the hard work.
It sounds awful.
Well, you know where to find me.
Sorry, but I prefer groups that are a little smaller. More intimate.
Lose a follower or two and I might consider it.
Darling, I thought you'd never ask.
Lead on.
I can't remember much, truth be told. Centuries of torment will do that to you
It was only afterwards I realised just how long 'eternity' could be
But now I've been conveniently lost. They won't ever control me again
I think you'll find I can. And there's nothing your bleeding heart can do to change my mind
No, 'I'm here to save you from a monstrous vampire' - that's much more convincing
I shouldn't be surprised Cazador's hunting me. He always was quite... obsessive
I don't know who they are, but I have plenty of questions
I'm sure you and Wyll will grow old together and have many snotty children you can ship off to board in Waterdeep.
Sorry, was there something you actually wanted?
Wyll's the sort of prince-type I would have once dreamed of marrying. When I was about thirteen.
Come now, Wyll won't agree to that. He's stuck in the past, and that's coming from a vampire.
But if you ever get tired of your decades-long devotion to one another, I'm always here for a sordid affair.
Never say never, darling.
But for now, I'm more than happy for you and your newly-acquired Blade. If only he was as sharp as me.
You little scoundrel, you.
Only when it comes to morals. I'm very, very good where it counts.
Hello, lover.
Yes, darling? Do you need something?
Need something? Or did you just miss me?
I hear you found a new lover.
I'm sure you can look forward to long, passionate nights of conversation in the library.
At least you have the memory of our night together to reflect on. You're welcome, by the way.
Now, did you want something?
Gale of Waterdeep: a limp passion.
So, will you want to keep yourself for your new, true love? Is this the end of our late-night conversations?
So, will you want to keep yourself for your new, true love? Is this the end of our late-night trysts?
Even though they were an awful lot of fun?
Oh don't be sorry, we both knew what we were to each other. A fun distraction, nothing more.
Anyway, I still get to look at you and remember everything we did together.
Oh my dear, you're sweet, but we must have standards.
I am not interested in being in any love triangle that involves Gale.
If it helps, I'm more than happy with where things are.
After all, I know you'll spend the rest of your days dreaming about the nights we spent together. You lucky thing, you.
We can try, but it may be difficult.
Karlach treats every embrace as if it might be her last. And hells, it might be.
Sorry, you're not here to talk about your tragic love life. What is it you want?
Karlach treats every embrace as if it might be her last. Or your last. What a way to go...
You and Karlach? Well that's certainly a... unique pairing.
Imagine forgetting how it feels to hold someone. All because of what some devil did to her.
But she has you now. I'm sure that's some comfort.
I'll try not to take it personally that you chose someone you can't even touch over me.
I'm sure she's something else now that you can touch her. All those years of pent-up frustration - it has to go somewhere.
But I'm sure you'll find your way. And we'll always have the memories of what we did together.
Darling, healthy relationships are not my strong point, but even I can see she loves you.
Normally I'd be all for finding an arrangement, but hearts are fragile things at the best of times. And Karlach's?
After what she's been through, it will need a very gentle hand. So let's not complicate things, hmm?
Trust me, you will have more than enough on your plate without me there too. This is for the best.
What? Why?
I mean, obviously I can understand why - we've had a lot of fun together.
But I thought you had something... more with Gale?
We - we could try? If that's truly what you want.
You'll need to end things with Gale, of course.
Make sure it's actually him, by the way. You can never tell with those projections of his.
You will need to break up with Karlach, of course. I hope her heart won't literally break. Because it might...
You will need to end things with Lae'zel, though. Preferably while I'm not in range of any thrown weapons.
You'll need to end things with Wyll, of course, but I'm sure he can find somewhere else to bury his blade.
You will need to end things with Shadowheart, but hopefully she's gotten used to loss by now.
Well, darling, in that case consider yourself well and truly taken.
You know, this has been a surprisingly delightful conversation.
Let's see what other surprises we have in store for each other.
No. I thought not.
Still, I've had you once. I'm sure that's more than enough.
No, I mean - spending time with you was always fun, even with the complications from your engine, but - I didn't expect more from this.
No, I mean - you were a lot of fun, but - I didn't expect anything more than that.
That's it? We're done with the conversation?
I guess we're done with more than just the conversation.
But I thought you had something... more with Karlach?
But I thought you had something... more with Lae'zel?
But I thought you had something... more with Wyll?
But I thought you had something... more with Shadowheart?
You really ended things with Shadowheart, just to be with me?
You really ended things with Wyll, just to be with me?
My sweet, conflicted villain. What can I do for you?
Is it true? You've decided to replace me?
No! Don't give me that - I can see what this is.
I just - I didn't think...
Well that's it, isn't it? I didn't think - because if I had for even half a second I would have realised how stupid this was.
You were a mistake. But not one I'll be making again.
Of course you did. Why would you do anything else?
I -
I'm not even surprised. You were a mistake from the beginning.
I know it's you! It's obviously you.
And nothing. I just wanted to know where we stood.
You're staring at me again. What do you want?
What do you need now?
You again.
I'm rarely speechless, but it is hard to find the words for... any of this.
I've never seen anything like this place. I've never dreamt of anything like this place.
I would say 'you're probably used to it', but how could anyone get used to this?
Precious little Bhaal-babe!
My dagger-happy friend, what troubles you?
This is what we get for turning our camp into a stopping place for every lost soul in Faerûn.
We draw the wrong kind of attention, and then I have to get up and kill these idiots.
Sorry, darling, I haven't got time for underlings.
If your boss wants to speak to me, I'm all pointy ears.
The Child of Bhaal. I'm glad papa has blessed our dirty little plot.
Yes, love?
I hope there's nothing troubling you, my dear?
Ah, you're so adorable when you're thinking what to say.
Gods, you're beautiful.
Is there something you want to talk about, my dear?
Why in the hells are you bothering me now?
My consort, we are so close to our triumph, I can almost taste it.
Look at you, precious thing. You always stare so eagerly.
Little love, whatever could be the matter?
Ask me anything, and it will be yours.
Is it time? Can we finally go and end Cazador?
Apparently not yet. You still need to lose one of your hangers-on before we can face him.
At last! Gods, this will feel good.
We'd better rest, then. Tomorrow is going to be a busy, bloody day.
Good, I'm getting restless just sitting here. I need to do something.
Gods - fine. We'll do it your way...
I'm sorry, was there anything else?
I know we had our fun, but I wish you and Shadowheart well. I've grown rather fond of seeing you together.
Now, what was it you wanted?
It's hardly a surprise you'd invest your heart in our Sharran. I'm sure she's a delight, even if she's a little... conflicted.
So, will you dedicate yourself entirely to your new, true love? Is this the end of our late-night trysts?
Maybe if Shadowheart had more experience in these affairs, or if you two weren't just starting out, but this? No.
Take it from someone with experience - hearts are built to break. They do it over the smallest things.
And if our favourite Sharran's heart breaks, I'm worried she might get a little... murdery?
We had our fun, but it's far more fun to see Lae'zel trying to romance someone. Who knew githyanki love could be such priceless comedy?
But enough about your adorable personal life. What did you actually want to talk about?
Not that I wanted to hear it, but you and Lae'zel are louder than worgs in heat. Although the shouts and screams do sound more tender and loving lately.
I am in no way comfortable with that! Lae'zel would never approve and I value my life too much to get on her bad side.
You're - you're here. Thank goodness, I was worried about you.
Hello, beautiful.
Yes, darling?
I did miss that face, you know.
Hello, my sweet.
It's always a pleasure to see you sauntering over.
You really ended things with Karlach, just to be with me?
You really ended things with Gale, just to be with me?
There you are. I've been waiting, you know.
Lurking here, waiting for you to return so we could face Cazador together.
And to repay my trust - ...you killed him. While I was sitting here, waiting for you.
I hear you did the deed. How was your little romp?
You filthy devil! I'm shocked.
I thought the two of you would just flop about like dying fish and then call it a night, but no. Shows me.
Oh dear, it was a flop? How disappointing.
I hope next time you'll have higher standards when it comes to playmates.
But you're not here to gossip. What can I do for you?
Spoilsport. Well, what do you want, if you're not here to gossip?
Ah, my favourite travelling companion.
Hello, my dear.
What can I do for you, my friend?
You have a manner of irresistible desperation about you.
I like it.
Come to kill me again, darling?
I already apologised. What more do you want?
Unless you're looking for another nibble...
Fine, as long as I don't have to go back to animal blood. It's muck.
But now that you know what I am, I can fight with all my weapons, teeth included. And if I happen to drain the occasional bandit, what's the harm?
Maybe. But there won't be any more midnight surprises, I can promise you that.
What? Look, I swear I won't come after yours, but anyone's?
You know what I am now. I can fight with all my weapons - teeth included.
And if I happen to drain the occasional bandit during a fight, what's the harm? They're just as dead.
Excellent! Now, shall we go? I already feel a little peckish.
As am I. I'm starting to feel a little peckish already.
What? You're joking?
Although... what do you consider an animal?
I mean, elves and humans are obviously out, but goblins? Kobolds? Gnomes?
I mean, elves and humans are obviously out, but goblins? Kobolds? Halflings?
You can literally talk to animals. What does that leave me - rocks and trees?
Not that I'd be surprised to see a druid talking to a tree…
But fine. I'll do my best to feed on only the dumbest animals.
In that case, I'll restrict myself to animals and only the dullest goblins.
You're overestimating how capable goblins are of thought, but fine. We'll do it your way.
Charming.
No innocents, you have my word. Only villains that we need to kill anyway.
After all, you know what I am now. I can fight with all my weapons - teeth included.
Of course! That sounds eminently reasonable.
I shall wait patiently until you suggest we... dine together.
But until then: no more late-night surprises, you have my word on that.
You have my word. From here on out, I'll only feed on villains and vagabonds.
Seeking to correct your mistake?
And why exactly would I want to do that?
Perhaps you got the wrong idea. I never slept with you for pleasure alone. Couldn't you tell?
Back in the forest, we both came out on the winning side. The game was clear.
You get a moment of escape with a world-endingly beautiful vampire. I get someone to defend me from Cazador.
Now, though, I'm hardly going to give you a treat when you haven't helped me in exchange for my excellent services.
This is what I do. Who did you think you were dealing with? Some fairy tale prince?
You are one of a tiny number of people I've slept with who aren't dead. Cheer up, it's quite the achievement!
There isn't going to be any more 'us', though. I just don't see the point.
Don't be silly.
I can guarantee, it stings far more to have to pay your way through the night with your own body for hundreds of years.
But this is what I do. Those are the talents I have.
Now, though, I don't think, honestly, that your services are worth the cost.
I was under no delusions, don't you worry.
Technically, I'm a vampire spawn. But don't worry, I'll stick to biting those who're trying to kill us. Mostly.
A vampire spawn, technically, but - listen, last night was a mistake. It won't happen again, I swear.
A vampire spawn, technically, but - look, it was a mistake. It won't happen again.
A vampire spawn, technically, but - well, I hope this doesn't change things between us.
A vampire spawn, so - look, I made a mistake. But you can trust me, I swear.
I just need some time to myself.
Not now, I need to think.
Perhaps. I need to think about it.
Well that was wonderful!
Hahaha! Oh, that was awful.
Well, that was disgusting.
Not now.
Do you mind? I need a moment.
This isn't the time or the place.
I'll think about it, but no promises.
No.
Could we not?
Yes.
Of course!
Oh, that sounds like fun.
It would be my pleasure.
Anything for you, darling.
Always.
Never!
Not now, not ever.
I think we've said enough.
I'll see you later.
Farewell.
Indeed.
We need to talk about what just happened.
Perhaps.
Absolutely not.
You know, I feel a connection between us. Like we're two souls walking the same path.
Every step we walk trails blood. Killing is an instinct for us. I respect you for that.
I would keep the murders in our own camp to a minimum, but otherwise we're very much on the same page.
The way you dealt with the refugee situation showed you can make the choices that need to be made.
And that you're a cold-blooded killer. Which I respect.
We both want to survive. But why merely survive when you can thrive?
Just think - how many others are walking around infected with these parasites? Hundreds? Thousands?
I just worry that we're not considering all our options when it comes to our uninvited guests.
How many people are infected with them, do you think? Hundreds? Thousands?
And they're not just goblin trash - there are powerful people in the worms' thrall.
Whoever's waiting for us at Moonrise Towers controls it all. But if we can take that control from them, imagine the power we'd wield.
Isn't it? Imagine, the entire cult under our thumb.
I'm just saying there's an opportunity before us. If we can control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe and enjoy a little world domination on the side.
You can't tell me that doesn't sound fun.
I knew I was right about you. It's so good to find a kindred spirit.
Of course, this all assumes we live long enough to find this 'Moonrise'. But I'm feeling optimistic.
Do. It's not often the universe hands you something like this - we'd be fools to squander it.
A pity, I thought you had more ambition than that.
Still, we're not there yet. Maybe you'll see the light yet.
I mean - I assume there's some device controlling these things, so we find that, murder some people, and...
Look, I'm not a 'details' person, all right? But turning up and causing chaos has worked for us so far.
That's just the thing - if we control the parasites, then we can order them not to change us. All the power with none of the tentacles.
How could I not? We are both veritable terrors on society.
But with all the effort we've put into wanton brutality, don't you think that we could be more?
You might be a little naive in the ways of the world, but I see promise in you. Ambition.
Just that you... have a big heart. You like doing what's right.
So I was thinking, what would be the right thing to do when we get to Moonrise Towers? When we come face-to-face with whoever is controlling the parasites in our heads.
Gods... No, try to think outside the box. Just a little.
Consider the parasites in our skulls and think - how many others have the mind flayers infected? Hundreds? Thousands?
That's the obvious option, yes, but consider the alternatives.
Yes, exactly!
Just think, how many people have the mind flayers infected? Hundreds? Thousands?
Power is just a tool, it's people that are good or evil.
And even they can be a little bit...
I'm just saying there's an opportunity here. If we can control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe and liberate the world from this evil.
So much for thinking you had ambition.
Well, no, I was being generous. But you're not beyond hope.
Such a strong word. We have our differences, but we don't have to, do we?
Yes, my sweet? What is it?
Well, now's as good a time as any.
All right, let's talk. Who knows when we'll have another chance.
Yes, my treasure?
You want to talk? Oh, that's very cute.
Go on, then. I'll allow it.
Us'. I still love the sound of that.
I'm all pointy ears, my love.
Can we? I suppose we can.
Nothing special, of course. You're only the first person who I truly care for.
Aeterna amantes. Lovers forever, until the world falls down.
We are sovereigns. My sole endeavour now is to make this world yours and mine alone.
My pretty consort, I don't like to see doubt cast upon your face. Fear not: you are mine.
Seven thousand souls have given me the power to carve out my own future, and I want you to be part of it.
I don't know. But isn't it nice? Not to know.
You're not a victim. Not a target. Not just one night it's better to forget.
But then... whatever in the world could you be?
Spawn' is an ugly word. I really do prefer 'consort'.
Don't you worry. You have supped of my blood. It will be no trouble to extend a fragment of my protection to you.
Just don't stray too far. But you'd never dream of doing that, would you?
Why would I need to? You're going to be wonderfully obedient.
As much as I wish to sequester you in a deep chamber of my palace and keep you all to myself, there's much to be done.
First we'll take Baldur's Gate. Then we'll take the world.
We'll dominate it until the sun itself melts, and then we'll give ourselves to the night.
Of course I will, and you'll drink mine. I can't wait to taste your lips after you've tasted me.
Oh?
And can you blame me? You've hardly proven you're deserving of trust.
Love? I don't remember love.
It would be nice not to have to rely on you as my great protector, but... well, I do appreciate the thought.
I want you by my side as well. Now that you're free, we can craft a new future together.
Gods, yes. I've been waiting so long for this.
And it was absolutely worth the wait.
How could I say no? You are my favourite, after all.
But of course. You deserve a treat.
Oh, I can refuse you nothing.
Anything for you, my darling.
You are perfect, every time.
I do rather like that, you know.
Delicious...
There is nothing I'd like more.
How could I say no?
Can't get enough? I'm not surprised.
You don't have to ask. But I'm glad you did.
Oh, my love.
If you must.
You have no idea how mutual the feeling is. But there are other ways to connect with a person.
And who knows? Perhaps some day you'll be free of that engine?
Or perhaps I'll just decide some things are worth incineration.
Oh shit. I - did I do something wrong?
Why? What's changed?
Oh, come off. You're wonderful. I don't care what you look like.
What you cannot do is make my decisions for me. I've had more than enough of that in my life.
I bet I still get more stares walking down a street than you.
I am. And beautiful - not enough people mention that.
I'm not going anywhere.
Cazador used his tortures to strike terror into me. But I've rarely been more afraid than on the night when I feared Bhaal had claimed you for good.
But I trust you won't kill me. And if you do, then I've gotten sloppy and probably have it coming.
If that's what you want... then that's where we'll leave it.
Well... Goodbye, then. I suppose. You brought my dead heart back to life. It will keep beating.
I may be guilty of a bit of embellishment here and there - but I'm no liar. When I vowed we'd save you: we will save you.
This little adventure of ours has taught me that we can't let our lives be ruled by fear. Or else we never really live.
I'm not afraid. Not of you, not of your darkness, and not of our future.
Why?
I know, I'm better than he was. Stronger. Finally free of my past.
I'm who I always wanted to be. I have everything I ever wanted.
If you're too stupid to see what you're losing, then you never deserved to have it in the first place.
I don't have to take this from you, you ingrate.
SILENCE! How dare you speak his name?
No, I thought not. Let's keep it that way.
I don't want to hear anything like that from you again, my pet. You know I adore you terribly.
I - I can hardly blame you. I don't exactly have much to offer right now, beyond new burdens to carry.
Would I were. It's true, you don't deserve this facade any longer.
I was beginning to believe someone truly wanted me. But I shouldn't have deluded myself.
From the start, I was rather counting the hours until it was going to end. Midnight chimes, eh?
You gave me precious, impossible moments of comfort. I only really wanted a few more.
Us'. I still love the sound of that
I'm all pointy ears, my love
Just don't stray too far. But you'd never dream of doing that, would you
Why would I need to? You're going to be wonderfully obedient
Of course I will, and you'll drink mine. I can't wait to taste your lips after you've tasted me
Oh
And can you blame me? You've hardly proven you're deserving of trust
Love? I don't remember love
It would be nice not to have to rely on you as my great protector, but... well, I do appreciate the thought
I want you by my side as well. Now that you're free, we can craft a new future together
Delicious..
You are perfect, every time
I do rather like that, you know
Or perhaps I'll just decide some things are worth incineration
Hello, darling. Don't be shy, I promise not to bite until we've been formally introduced.
My name's Astarion, and I've spent a century stalking the night, hunting for pretty morsels just like you.
A man called Cazador made me what I am, kept me like a pet, and forced me to do his bidding. No more.
The tadpole's influence broke his dominance over me, and now I can finally pursue the one thing I've hungered for these long, dark years. Revenge.
I'm going back to Baldur's Gate, to track Cazador down in his lair. I'll be the last thing the bastard ever sees.
Shop around', he said. He seems sure we won't find anything.
Given that a hag couldn't solve our wriggling little problem, he might be right.
I hope you're right, but I don't like this. He's playing with us.
He reminds me of - well, someone I used to know. Someone that liked to play with people.
Cazador liked to toy with people too. Let them think there was hope right until the end. Until he snatched it all away.
Cazador, my old master, liked to toy with people too. Let them think there was hope right until the end. Until he snatched it all away.
Creatures like them don't play games unless they know they can win.
Maybe, but he's not the only one spinning a web for us.
We keep hunting for answers. What other choice do we have?
This is no ordinary mind flayer parasite. Who tampered with it and why? What do they have planned for us?
And why are we important enough that a devil comes knocking on our door? If we find those answers, we might have a chance.
Oh, will you? Because you've got it all figured out, I'm sure.
You know who tampered with the parasite. And why. And what they have planned for us.
And of course you know why we're interesting enough that a devil would come to proposition us. Because if you don't know that, you may as well sign over your soul now.
It reminds me of Cazador, taunting his slaves with hope when he knew the game was rigged.
It reminds me of my old master Cazador, taunting his slaves with hope when he knew the game was rigged.
You're a warlock. You understand how dangerous the wrong deal can be.
I'm glad to hear it, although just being careful might not be enough.
We have to figure out what's happening. Why we aren't changing, what's planned for us, and why a devil is suddenly taking an interest.
Indeed we can't. We have to figure out what's happening. Why we aren't changing, what's planned for us, and why a devil is suddenly taking an interest.
You're not wrong. We have to figure out what's going on. Why we aren't changing, what's planned for us, and why a devil is suddenly taking an interest.
If we can answer those questions, we might have a chance. And if not - well, we'll be exactly where this Raphael wants us.
Oh, can we? Because you've got it all figured out, I'm sure.
And of course you know why we're interesting enough that a devil - pardon, a cambion - would proposition us. Because if you don't know that, you may as well sign over your soul now.
We may escape whatever web we're trapped in, but until we know what's going on, this Raphael has us exactly where he wants us.
If we don't know what we're walking into, that bridge will collapse under us. The devil has a plan - he's playing with us.
Maybe, but all that 'take your time, I'll wait' nonsense? He's playing with us.
I'm not about to trade a vampiric master for an infernal one. He's playing with us.
I'm not about to throw my soul away. He's playing with us.
And he might be right. We've had no luck so far.
Astarion... vampire spawn...
Taken by mind flayers... killed after crash...
Baldur's Gate...
Met people... Talked. Flirted. Lured back for my master...
Cazador Szarr... ancient vampire... bastard...
In Baldur's Gate... his palace...
Some... but never to feed... only brought master living victims...
Two hundred years?... hard to remember...
Rule this place... finally be free...
Brought to Gur hunter camp... Cazador found them... took me...
Dead... abandoned... Cazador found me... brought me back...
Not a question... but good...
Gods above - he kept Sebastian.
The children I can understand - leverage against their parents - but Sebastian?
I should have known what Cazador was capable of. He's played us for such fools.
Not just seven spawn to placate the devil. Seven spawn, and seven thousand souls bound to them in blood.
Everyone who ever trusted me enough to let down their guard... Innocents, idiots, and the unlucky.
It doesn't matter. I will need to sacrifice them all if I want to perform the ritual.
What's the point? They're as good as dead. I thought they were dead.
If they are unleashed, they will cause incredible carnage. They will be ravenous. They must die. Better they serve a purpose.
Gods, I can't say you're wrong. I can only say I'm so glad we didn't meet then.
I don't even want to think what would have happened to you...
I would have killed you...
Many of them are petty criminals, street drunkards and brothel-goers.
But from time to time, there was a Sebastian...
We have to kill Cazador. That has to come first.
They're in a state far beyond anything that ever happened to me.
Decades of hatred will have piled up inside of them. I can't even begin to imagine.
It should be. I don't want to be like them... They're pathetic, horrible...
They do not. That weakness in me is dead. It's dead. I have a higher purpose.
Don't hate me. I just did what I had to. I swear, I did what I had to.
I know they will. I know I won't.
We must find Cazador. This must end.
Thank you... Yes... this will all be over soon.
It's just sickening, seeing them again. I don't know what else.
I feel ill. All the fools and villains who ever fell for my ploys... they're here.
He didn't do anything at all... I can't say the same of all my victims...
But why, why does he need them alive? What possible use could they have in this ruined state?
All the blood he demanded... I thought he was gorging himself on... He never could have finished half of it.
He never let us drink, he never wanted us to know. I had no idea there was worse than drainage and death at his hand. I couldn't imagine.
I could care less about that... I wonder if they'll tear me apart for what I did...
There's only one reason they'd all still be here... he must need them for the ritual.
Each of the seven... we must have brought in a thousand over the decades...
They're all lambs for his slaughter. And if I was to take his place... they'd all die by my hand.
I don't know anymore. I thought these people were drained and buried. They should be dead.
And I thought the nests in the kennels were bad... This lurked below...
The way she leered at me... the blood merchant... I can't get it out of my head...
It isn't like me. Not like me at all. I was being too precious, wasn't I? We could have used her potion.
A moment of unpleasantry doesn't matter if there's a fine reward. I should have just gritted my teeth as always and let her have me for a bit.
There's nothing more desirable in the world than a vampire, is there?
And when you've been through all I have, you damn well are going to fight with what few assets the gods give you.
But... a part of me feels sick when I think about getting on my back for breadcrumbs again.
I had nothing at all for so long. Not even my body - that was owned by Cazador, to be sent out to tempt fools into his palace.
I have bedded thousands of people. Half of them I barely remember. Most of them didn't even grant me temporary bliss.
It should have been so easy to let the drow use me for her fantasy, but perhaps - you showed me I have enough strength - I don't need to.
I can stop using myself. Stop being used.
It isn't worth the scars, anymore.
Well... perhaps I should see it that way, after all.
It isn't humiliating to use myself as a weapon. It's degrading that people like her fall for it. Over and over again.
Charm is just another spell we cast.
I am too pretty, you're right.
Enjoyment? That didn't come into it. I never had a choice.
I could have lived eternally in Cazador's pleasure chambers. I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid I'll never have a new life after that.
Why? I'm simply trying to be realistic.
No, it isn't. Even if I'm free, I can't escape my body, and the truths about it I know:
Next time, I won't be so stroppy. No point not using all the assets the gods give us.
I did what I always did. I let her use me. Why does it feel different to all the other times, then?
Yes... I think something is wrong.
All the promiscuous jibes paint a picture of someone who would relish the deed... You couldn't really have known.
I forced myself to do it.
I thought it would be nothing at all to sell myself to that drow's fantasies. But the price was higher than I imagined. I don't want to do it again.
Ugh, I suppose I'll forget it, in time. I always do.
I'll drink that potion and never think about it again afterwards. But what I had to do to get it is going to stay...
Was it? I see...
Oh, that's what you've been tiptoeing around? My dear, I couldn't care less.
I am glad you told me, though. I'm glad you trusted me enough.
Just don't come preaching to me about your Lady of Loss. I've lost plenty already - I'd quite like to keep what I have.
Hells, that's what you've been tiptoeing around? Why would I care who you worship?
I do care that you didn't tell me until now. Yes, we've all had our secrets, but we need to work as a team.
Pray to whomever you like. Just leave me out of it.
I do care that you didn't tell me until now. I thought we were a team.
Well? What is it?
Baldur's Gate is right over the hills. And so is Cazador...
Cazador and his Rite of Profane Ascension. An imperious soiree, attended by devils and spawn alike...
A grand ceremony to honour one exalted vampiric master, and elevate him to an unfathomable station.
To place him in a position of such esteem the world will yearn to kneel and offer their necks.
Of course I envy him. Why wouldn't I?
The problem with what Cazador has done is that he did it to me.
Then you've been thinking the same thing.
We will kill him, but there's more to it. Think about it. It sounds like Cazador, for all his evils, has gotten further than any of my kind ever have. He's on the verge of a miracle.
If the time comes, and I can stay one move ahead of him, I'll take his place before his blood can hit the floor.
What's a handful of the wretch's servants? If they're anything like me when I was enslaved, they're all but begging for death anyway.
Doesn't it sound delightful? For the lucky little vampire on the winning side?
After two hundred years of shit, pure shit, I think I deserve something better.
I know you do. It matters to me, as well. I want to be able to protect you, too.
Look, I appreciate that. Very grateful, of course.
You're wrong. You've clearly never been in a place where you had nothing but shame and fear.
All I'm saying is: let's be clever about it. If an opportunity arises for me to become a more magnificent bastard than I already am, why turn it down?
Let's find out more about the ritual before we waltz into Cazador's front door.
If we track down my old comrades - the other spawn - we may discover more... and be finely positioned for yours truly to ascend.
You're too adorable. I'll be fine. I'm sure they'll bring back memories of so many pathetic years, but I'm much stronger now.
If we don't find my brethren, they will find us. Likely with bared fangs.
We should get to them first, then we can make their pretty tongues talk.
My, my. You sweetheart. Then there isn't a moment to waste.
We're going to Baldur's Gate. The city of one-in-a-million chances, splendour and squalor. Anything could happen.
We'll be glorious both, you and I. You'll have your day, too.
This may be a beginning, not an end. I can see myself now. Lord, King, Master.
And we are no closer to knowing why that bastard is so obsessed with getting me back.
I think we should track down my fellow spawn. I'm not exactly looking forward to a reunion, but perhaps they'll know something.
If we find them, we can force them to tell us what he's been doing since I was gone.
And, honestly, I imagine they'll be coming for me in the night if I don't.
Unless Cazador has changed their orders, they'll be in the dens of this town, seeking prey.
Oh, they'll be here for you, too.
I know, I'm a real delight. But we're in danger, and we will have to face the other spawn at some point.
Who was the one who thwarted the deal with Raphael, hmm?
To tell you the truth, I don't know whether we can defeat Cazador. Not unless we figure out more about what he's plotting.
The Gate is close... as is Cazador.
You looked a little ill last night, but you've certainly recovered.
Agh! Gods damn it!
I understand you're upset, but let's not get carried away.
Killed' feels like a strong word. Not many corpses have your vigour.
Now, I admit, I got carried away last night. I apologise.
But look at you now - perfectly healthy! So let's not fall out over this. We still need each other, after all.
That's the spirit! A team once again.
And of course, what happened last night shall never be repeated.
A strong, well-fed vampire? I'm a powerful weapon - you'd be a fool to toss me aside now.
Anyway, last night was an aberration. It will never happen again.
What do you say? Can we let bygones be bygones?
You can't be serious. You'd cast me out over this?
Think of what you're losing. Now that I'm well-fed, I'm more capable than ever.
Fine. See how far you get without me.
Cross my heart and hope to - you have my word.
How benevolent of you.
Now, was there anything else?
Thank goodness for that.
And I do apologise for last night. I may have gotten a little... overexcited?
Leave? You can't be serious.
Fine by me. So what would you like to talk about?
What in the sweet hells were you thinking, activating that lance? I was right there!
Gods, do you have any idea how much that hurt?
Next time? No no no, if there is a 'next time', I'll be the one aiming the all-powerful weapon, thank you.
Although I do appreciate you trying to fix your mistake. Just don't do it again.
Excuse me? That was the least you could do after dropping a building on me!
Well, apparently there's a limit. Somewhere between a nice summer's day and the full, concentrated power of the sun.
Next time just warn me before you do something stupid. At least then I can get out of the blast radius.
Now shall we go? Or do you have any other chaos you need to unleash here?
Gods. All right - what's on your mind?
Gladly.
And I think I was safer with the mind flayers.
I always dreamed of walking these halls, you know - enjoying the luxury of the ducal palace. And look at it now.
I can't talk when we have a city to save, darling.
At least the bits of it that are worth saving.
Honestly, I was expecting an all-powerful brain to have a lair that was a little flashier. Not immaculately designed or anything, just to have a sense of drama to it.
I really thought the stones were going to work. Our options are getting slimmer and slimmer.
Hello, my sweet little spawn.
Yes, beautiful?
All of that and the stones didn't even work? I swear, this is never-ending.
So we can't wield the stones unless one of us becomes an illithid.
I hope you're not actually considering this - we still have other options.
Why not let Karlach take the fall? She seems more than willing.
Just consider the alternatives before throwing away that beautiful face or yours.
Karlach seems willing to do it. It's not ideal, but there is a grim logic to it.
Tell me you'll consider the alternatives? I don't want to lose you.
More of an illithid, in your case.
Karlach offered herself. We could just let her take the fall. That'd certainly be the easiest option.
Karlach has offered herself. I can't say I love the idea, but... well, there is a cruel logic to it.
We could free your prince with the Orphic Hammer. Perhaps he'll have a bright idea.
We could free the gith prince with the Orphic Hammer. Perhaps he'll have a bright idea.
Maybe we should hand the stones over to the Emperor.
I'm going to assume you meant that as a joke. I do not want you to transform into some slimy beast.
We'll figure something else out, I - I'm sure of it.
Of course you will. And of course you're not.
I wish I was surprised you'd volunteer, but I'm not. It's so perfectly... you.
Really? Gods, all right. Better you than me.
Of course you're not. When have you ever been afraid of anything?
I don't think it's a good option, mind you. But we are all out of good options.
All right. If we're going to do this, then let's do this.
I understand. It makes sense.
I won't argue with you. She's scary enough as a tiefling - I hate to think what kind of mind flayer she'd make.
But if you won't let Karlach do it, then the final decision is in your hands.
I trust you with it. I just hope you know what you're doing.
That narrows our choices a little, but all right. What will you allow?
That is a risky move. But if you think it's the right one...
All right... Let's see how this plays out.
A bold move. It's a gamble, but if we play this right, it could work well for us.
You're asking me? Oh, darling, I don't know - flip a coin if you need to.
If you won't allow the gith to suffer, then let Karlach do it. She's doomed anyway, so why not?
Personally, I'd let Karlach do it if she's so keen. She's doomed anyway, so why not?
Just don't you consider transforming. The tentacles won't suit you at all, darling.
If you won't allow the gith to suffer, then I'll just have to trust you'll make the right decision.
Personally, I'd use the Hammer. Let Orpheus take the fall - your people have been fine without him all these years.
Personally, I'd use the Hammer. Let Orpheus take the fall - what is he to us?
However it lands, I'm sure you'll make the right choice.
I'm fine with anything that keeps you from transforming any further.
I'm fine with anything that keeps you from transforming into a mind flayer.
I hate to say it, but if Karlach wants to do this, perhaps you should let her?
But if Orpheus is off the table... well, I trust you to think of something.
Personally, I'd use the Hammer and take our chances with Orpheus. I'm most willing to lose him.
Although I understand if you feel differently about your 'prince'.
But whatever you decide, I'm sure it'll be the right call.
Alas, you don't have any easy options.
However it lands, I'm sure you'll make the right choice
But whatever you decide, I'm sure it'll be the right call
All right, we can do this. We have to do this.
Yes, darling? Something to say before the end of the world?
You always pick the most romantic spots to chat.
Hardly an ideal place to chat, but I'll allow it.
Let's be quick - our metaphorical clock is ticking.
And? Anything to say before the end of the world?
Anything on your mind? Impending doom, perhaps?
As do I. After all, forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.
You'd just better survive this, because when it's done, we are going to find a way to taste each other.
Just think of it as motivation to survive. Because if we find a way to overcome this, we can find a way to overcome those spicy lips of yours.
Come on, my love. Let's show them what we can do.
Ha! Oh, my love. You can't expect me to kiss that now, can you?
No, our kissing days are done, so let's focus on defeating the brain. Otherwise this whole mess will have been for nothing.
Oh - actually, I think the last time we kissed was our last chance to share a kiss.
No offence, but... I mean, how would that even work now?
Then we'd better make it count.
You've never tasted so sweet, darling.
We'd better survive this, because I never want to stop doing that.
I admit, I'm a little torn. You are repulsive, but just think of all the power you can access. It's a compelling mixture in an ally.
I do miss your pretty face, though.
It's certainly... different. It will take some getting used to.
I admit, I did love the person you were, but I understand why you made this choice.
Aside from my once-beautiful lover turning into a monster? Oh, wonderful.
Oh, as well as can be expected when facing down the end of the world.
But of course! With my power and your tentacles, how could we lose?
I can't say. All I know is that by transforming, you've given us our best possible chance to survive this.
Please, darling, you have the Vampire Ascendant on your side. How could we lose?
I can't say for sure, but we've come through a lot already. It would hardly do to fail now.
You'd just better survive this, because when it's done, we are going to find a way to taste each other
I always dreamed of walking these halls, you know.
My dreams never included a giant brain or smouldering ruins, but I'll take what I can get.
Look at this place. From a symbol of the city's power and grandeur to a brain-infested husk.
Maybe I should help fund the repairs when this is all over. It would be the civic-minded thing to do.
And it means we could install secret tunnels, spy holes, maybe even a murder pit. Everything we'd need to rule from the shadows.
You said you had a plan for that hellsbeast - you said we'd kill him!
Now the orthon has a new contract, Raphael has his killing machine back, and I have nothing!
Now the orthon's free to traipse back to the Hells and I'm left with nothing.
No information about my scars, no leads on where to turn now, and no idea why I'm wasting my time with you.
You thought it was right to take this from me?
My chance to know what Cazador did to me? What he has planned for me?
You had a chance to do the right thing. And you choose a devil over me.
Much as it pains me, you do have a point. Our odds are still better together.
Just know that my patience has its limits, and you're dangerously close to them.
I needed you for this. And you came up short.
I'm done with you - done with everyone. I'll fix this myself; you can rot for all I care.
You may be right. That doesn't make it sting any less, though.
It's best for you, maybe - not for me. You've shown your true colours.
No, I chose this. I trusted you to help me.
Fool that I was. But don't worry, I won't be repeating that mistake.
I wish it were that simple, but our odds of surviving this are still better together.
So, unhappy as it is, our fates still seem to be intertwined.
Of course you should have listened to me!
But you didn't. And now I have to deal with the consequences.
Overreacting'? After what you took from me?
How dare you talk to me after what you've done?
It's curious, I had a visit from our impish friend Raphael last night. He wanted to talk about my scars.
Or rather, he wanted to dangle the promise of talking about my scars in front of me - if we kill that monster of his.
Excellent! I knew you wouldn't baulk at a challenge.
And now all that's left to do is... well, find this damned thing and kill it.
You're talking about a vampire and a devil, darling. We're both rather good at sneaking about in the dark.
It's not a deal, strictly speaking - more of a gentleman's agreement. 'I scratch your back, you read mine.'
I hope you're not serious about helping that hellsbeast.
We made a deal with Raphael - his destruction for the secrets written on my back.
What if there is no other way? What if this is it?
I'm a pawn in some game, but I need to know what we're playing.
Cazador did something to me - I need to know what it was.
And the only way I'll know for sure is if that orthon dies.
All right, if you say so...
I see. So that's where we stand.
Very well, then. We'll roll the dice and let's see what fate decides.
This is important. Do not play games with me.
I've been thinking about the runes Cazador carved into my back.
That fragment of a devil's contract or whatever the hells it is.
I don't know much about Infernal, but I know anything written in devilscript is going to be bad news.
There's something not right about all this. There's more to that 'poem' than everyday sadism.
Maybe something worse than everyday sadism. I saw runes like that on the creatures we fought in the Hells. The message must be Infernal.
I'm afraid that through those runes - somehow - Cazador might still be able to dominate me.
Unless you've suddenly become an expert in mysterious runes, I don't think that will achieve much.
No, we need someone with a little more expertise. And I think I know who to ask.
Our devilish friend - Raphael. If anyone's going to know about infernal contracts, he will.
Well, you know what they say - better the devil you know.
I knew you'd see the pragmatic side!
Unfortunately, he comes and goes on his own schedule, so we'll just have to look out for any sulphurous odours or the sound of questionable poetry.
Meanwhile I think I'll spend some time studying the art of infernal negotiations.
Well, we won't know until we ask, now, will we?
My friend, I'd never dream of it.
Our devilish friend - Raphael. If anyone's going to know about Infernal text, he will.
Our devilish friend - Raphael. If anyone has the resources to find out what it says, surely he will.
Any excuse to get my shirt off, I see.
But no, I don't think another viewing will serve any purpose. I need someone with a little more expertise.
Find an expert, of course. And I already have one in mind.
Oh yes, we all got the same treatment.
If there are other parts to this contract, I'm sure they'll be carved into the others.
But I can't exactly stroll up and ask to look at their backs, can I? They're still under Cazador's clawed thumb.
No, I thought I might ask someone else.
Oh no! I wouldn't want to bother your... intimidating companion. I had someone else in mind.
I was thinking about someone a little more familiar, actually.
This dark land must be filled with the broken, the beaten, the desperate.
The perfect preying ground for a devil who offers a way out for those who sign on the dotted line.
I hope we end up seeing our friend Raphael down here somewhere.
Help me find him, and you'll find out.
You don't have to sign anything, just help me find him.
I think he'll stay the perfect gentleman. As long as we read the fine print.
Precisely. Exactly.
When I was taken to his House, I was caught off-guard. But now... Now I know what to ask for.
You will help me find him, won't you?
Perfect. I knew you would understand.
All in due time. But not now.
That's quite the achievement. But trust me. I know what I'm doing.
I'm sure he'll turn up at one point or another.
I can face anything now. Let's get back to the hunt.
Let's just go. I'm done.
So this is it. I'm home.
There's the same fading carpet, the same tasteless art...
Nothing's changed, but gods, everything feels different.
We have everything we need to open the ballroom door, so let's not waste time talking.
Cazador's hiding somewhere behind that door, and I'm going to find him.
Two centuries walking these halls and I've never once seen the ballroom door locked.
Cazador doesn't want anything going wrong tonight.
Cazador's skulking somewhere beneath us, in this 'defiled chapel' the others mentioned.
We just have to find the entrance. Then he'll be mine.
Cazador's nearby, I can feel it. He'll have some secret room or tunnel, I'm sure of it.
Hmm?
Keep your voice down.
Quietly. Anyone could be listening.
It does feel strange, breaking into your own home. Especially if murder's on your mind.
Then again, this is hardly the strangest thing we've done together.
Although it could be the most satisfying.
Well, the second most satisfying...
Oh no, it's much worse than that.
They're fanatics, here of their own free will and utterly devoted to Cazador.
Each one came to our door and begged to be given his 'eternal gift'. They're sure he'll turn them if they serve him well enough.
You'd almost feel sorry for the poor, deluded souls.
But they're idiots who brought this on themselves, so... don't.
He's Cazador's skeletal right hand - he kept us in line when 'master' didn't feel like torturing us himself.
If Cazador was going to trust anyone to lock the doors behind him, it'd be that rattling old carcass.
Godey kept us in kennels downstairs. The master ruled everywhere else, but they were his domain.
If my dear siblings were right, Cazador's hiding somewhere below the palace.
After so many years, I would have spotted any secret tunnels out here.
The only place that was off-limits to us was his study. If the entrance is anywhere, it'll be there - through the ballroom.
If Cazador's hiding anywhere, it'll be behind the huge, locked doors covered in secret writing.
Our old kennelmaster Godey will have a key, but the writing? I've no idea how to read that.
The signet ring should unlock the ballroom door, but only if we can read the inscription.
And I don't know about you, but it's pure gibberish to me.
We need to unlock the ballroom door, which we can't do without a key.
Our dear kennelmaster Godey will be lurking downstairs with one. I doubt he'll want to share, though.
Well, I was thinking first we find Cazador. And then we kill Cazador.
That's about it, really. We can workshop the details as we go.
Oh, I've never been less sure of anything. But if I don't face him now, I never will.
I'll spend the rest of my life running, watching the shadows, never feeling safe.
No, this has to happen. Here and now.
Also, there's the small matter of all that power I can steal from the bastard. So that'll be nice.
Then ask. Quickly.
Yes
Hmm
But they're idiots who brought this on themselves, so... don't
Godey kept us in kennels downstairs. The master ruled everywhere else, but they were his domain
That's about it, really. We can workshop the details as we go
The only place that was off-limits to us was his study. If the entrance is anywhere, it'll be there - through the ballroom
Our old kennelmaster Godey will have a key, but the writing? I've no idea how to read that
And I don't know about you, but it's pure gibberish to me
Also, there's the small matter of all that power I can steal from the bastard. So that'll be nice
Not now! Not when Cazador's finally mine.
Hurry, to his coffin! It's time to end this.
Cazador's healing in his coffin. This is the moment - he's mine.
This is all so grand. To think it was just sitting here, lurking under the floor.
It could be either, both, or something else entirely.
Whatever this place is, he kept it secret for a reason. And his secrets always had a sting to them.
Now we just need to see what lies at the heart of this place.
I don't know, it feels older than that. Who knows how old...
But Cazador will want a grand space for his Ascension. A venue like this feels perfect.
Of course not - it's not like he boasted about his secret lift.
But it does make sense. He'd want somewhere grand for his Ascension. This seems perfect.
Just keep your eyes open. We could find anything down here.
Well? You clearly want to say something.
I'm not sure, I've been weighing my options.
On the one hand, they're the key to my unlocking eternal power and freedom. On the other...
Well. It's my fault they're here.
Yes, it was Cazador's command, I had no choice. But...
It seems now I do.
And what am I owed? What about the injustices I've suffered - am I not entitled to anything?
All that matters now is killing Cazador. I've earned that, if nothing else.
We can deal with the prisoners when the time is right. After all, they're not going anywhere.
That will very much depend on what happens once I face Cazador.
But I have to find him before I can face him. So let's focus on that, shall we?
I'm sure I will. Whatever the hells that might be.
I... I don't know. I thought they were dead for so long.
I could feel guilty, happy in the knowledge there was nothing I could have done differently. I could never have saved them.
But now... now there's a choice to make.
That is a complicated question. I was so sure they were dead.
Alive'? No. But animated? Yes, I'm sure they are.
If Cazador turned the victims we brought him to spawn, he'll have done the same to the children. With glee, I imagine.
But let's not forget why we're here - Cazador needs to die. Everything else comes second.
I had no say in the matter - it was my master's command.
You're right, I am. How could I not, after coming face-to-face with the ghosts of my past?
Actually, ghosts would have been preferable over starving vampire spawn.
But you're right, this isn't the time. Cazador is our objective - nothing can distract me from that.
No, we can't. Not after seeing those wretches in the cells. If I flee now, he wins.
Next, we find Cazador.
And once we find him... well, let's hope fate is on our side.
Shh! He's close, I know it.
Not now - we can't afford distractions.
Quiet! Anyone could be lurking nearby.
And once we find him... well, let's hope fate is on our side
Darling, I was just thinking about you.
Remembering our time together, the things we've shared - and I don't just mean that lovely neck of yours.
I'm growing to like the whole package, honestly. And you clearly like me too, so...
I could feel it as I was getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement.
You enjoyed it, didn't you?
You don't have to say a thing - I already know how you feel. Because I feel it too.
So did I. More than words can say.
You deserve a reward. I am so very pleased with what you gave me.
We could take an evening to ourselves. Get away from camp - get some privacy.
I know somewhere quiet. Somewhere intimate. Somewhere we can... indulge in each other.
Wonderful. I just hope we don't have to wait too long before we can steal away.
But once we can, I promise you a night you'll never forget.
See you there, lover.
Thank goodness we're all such good, trusting friends, then.
On my honour, the only thing on my mind is depraved, carnal lust.
Oh you are no fun at all.
Oh, that's hardly the only reason. It's more of an excuse if anything.
Assuming you want this too, of course. But we both know you do.
And look how well it worked! I've never felt better, all thanks to you.
So let me repay you for your noble sacrifice.
Then let me make it up to you. You gave me a wonderful gift - it's only fair I return the favour.
What? Was it something I said?
Come now, don't be coy. Your body's already given you away.
Ha! Maybe there's more to you than I thought.
Deny your feelings all you like, it doesn't matter to me.
I've already tasted you, and that's all the carnal delight I need.
Assuming you want this too, of course. But we both know you do
On my honour, the only thing on my mind is depraved, carnal lust
Before anything else, I need to know where it's happening.
To the public, Cazador is an ordinary noble. A little reclusive perhaps, but just another of 'the great and the good' of Baldur's Gate.
He has a grand palace on the hills of the Gate, where he hosts the city's high society.
I don't know if he'd perform the ritual there - it feels too public, he'd risk exposure.
I know. Subtle, isn't it?
To where? For how long? If this worm shrivels, I'll be in his power from the second he lays eyes on me.
He has to die. While my body is still my own to command.
I hope so, because I am not striking another deal with Raphael. Who knows what he'd demand this time.
But if the citizens of Baldur's Gate don't know anything, my brothers and sisters might. Cazador is a master of secrets, but the other spawn must have seen something.
Mephistopheles is one of the Lords of the Nine Hells. Raphael is not going to let any ire be tracked back to him.
Perhaps Raphael even will gain from setting us on this course. Who can say?
All I know is I need to unravel the secrets around Cazador's ritual. And I can only do that in Baldur's Gate.
I know. Subtle, isn't it
You never asked me to take my shirt off.
I always thought they were a sign of my humiliation. I never realised there might be more to them.
But Raphael told us he can make the impossible come true. I have to try my luck.
I don't trust him. He doesn't trust me. We are using one another for our mutual benefit. You should try it some time.
Thank you. Honestly, though, I was just trying not to think about them, but there's a lead now.
I used to just be sickened, thinking it was his sadistic pleasure. But there's more. There was method to it.
The depravity of the act was a distraction. I have to get to the truth of it.
Well - if you must know...
I'm actually a princess of House Nightstar.
And I'm married to a tarrasque named Johnathan. Anything else you'd like to know?
Ha! Defeating a devil in his own home feels very, very good, actually.
The sooner we get out of this gith warren, the better.
We don't all blend in as well as you do. Although I imagine that'll change if we ever reach Baldur's Gate.
I have to admit, I am impressed with Gale and his new lantern.
Being willing to turn away from what he knew and bending the darkness to his will? Wonderful to see.
And of course the dead pixies were just a lovely touch.
I don't envy the choice that mind flayer gave you, but for what it's worth, I think you did the right thing.
Wyll gave up freedom to save his father? I will never understand people like that.
You gave up your freedom to save your father? I will never understand you, Ravengard.
So, are we saving this 'Nere' from suffocating or leaving him to die?
I'm fine with either, naturally. The last thing I want is to ruin these nails digging through rock.
Haha! That's - oh, you're serious.
Well of course we can leave him, it's the easiest thing in the world. We just have to keep on walking.
But if you insist on being a hero, I won't get in your way. Just don't expect me to help either.
Gods, really? Saving a drow I can understand, but saving gnomes?
I could not agree more. To hells with them all.
Just when you think your day can't get any stranger, you end up traipsing around an impossible-looking shadow dimension.
Honestly, just once could we end up somewhere normal?
A tavern maybe? Or a nice, friendly brothel? I'd take anything at this rate.
I've been in more unsettling places than this, but not many.
Defying Mystra, declaring that he'll rule the Karsite Weave - I didn't know Gale had it in him.
At last. Time to enjoy a little vengeance.
I don't see what Shadowheart got so upset about - it was not that nice of a temple.
Should I be surprised that the key to freeing your prince is a hammer?
Should I be surprised that the key to freeing this gith prince is a hammer?
Your people have such a talent for subtlety and elegance.
It's as subtle and elegant as everything the gith do.
Ah, we have a new look for a new you.
We have a new look for a new Shadowheart.
Nice as it is, you still don't have the best hair in the camp.
Nice as it is, she still doesn't have the best hair in the camp.
Jaheira has steel in her, I'll say that. It's not easy to walk away from immortality.
Most people would have held on to that scroll for as long as they could bear to. And probably a century or two longer than that.
I had another visit from that dream figure. I take it you did too? It claims that if we infiltrate the heart of the cult that's giving out these parasites, we'll find the answers we're looking for.
It gave me another gift, too. Just like it did the first time it appeared. Rather generous, if you ask me.
And while we're at it, we can see how many more of these little worms we can harvest.
And if that fails, then there's always killing them quietly.
On the one hand, you're right. On the other, don't be so wet behind the ears.
So, we can add one bald wall of muscle to our little group.
I'm sure he'll come in handy. Maybe as a doorstop.
I can't believe Mystra's demanding Gale sacrifice himself to destroy the Absolute.
It's just a waste of a perfectly good cult that we could be controlling.
And a waste of a perfectly good Gale, I suppose.
Ah, drink it in - that sweet, sweet chaos.
Not that I approve of goblins, of course - filthy little beasts - but I do like a good den of debauchery.
This place is miserable, even for the house of a god.
I really thought you and the gith might fight to the death over that artefact.
A pity, it would have made for a fine night's entertainment.
Careful not to inhale too much smoke, your lungs won't appreciate it.
Not a worry for those of us who don't breathe, of course.
Although maybe you're used to it? I imagine this feels just like home.
There's one more stone in our pockets, which means one step closer to glory.
Or however this sordid tale ends. I wouldn't want to presume.
This must be exciting, it's not every day you get to speak to your god-queen.
Well, this is exciting. It's not every day you get to speak to a god-queen.
Much less be bossed around by her.
Much less be bossed around by one.
I thought I knew what it was like to be a prisoner, but this place is something else entirely.
Your parents are at peace. And so're you, it seems.
Good riddance to the shapechanger. Couldn't have happened to a worse wretch.
It hurt, watching you bow to your mistress. I thought you were stronger than that.
It was sickening, watching Lae'zel bow to that monstrosity. I thought she was stronger.
Some just grow to love their chains, I suppose.
Some of us reach for freedom, while others just grow to love their chains, I suppose.
I know enough of it. I've lived enough of it. But if you won't hear me, that's on you.
So, if you don't want to discuss the truth, what do you want from me?
Fine. If you don't want to hear the truth, I can't force your ears open.
Oh, certainly. If you want to live in ignorance, I'm happy to let you die in it too.
This place brings back the worst memories. It's like being kidnapped all over again.
So, you're going to war with Vlaakith? Going to break your chains in Baldur's Gate?
So, Lae'zel's going to war with your queen? Going to break your chains in Baldur's Gate?
So, Lae'zel's going to war with Vlaakith? Going to break her chains in Baldur's Gate?
Good for you.
Good for her. And good for you.
Good for her.
I am enjoying the latest addition to our little group - Lae'zel is delightful.
In a very 'look at me twice and I'll dismember you' kind of way, of course.
So, we kill Gortash or Gale dies? It's not an easy call.
One the one hand, killing Gortash would be fun. On the other, Gale can be very annoying.
We probably should save the wizard, though. He does have his moments.
So, it was you who got us into this mess? All along, we were travelling with the creator of the Absolute...
I won't lie, I'm a little impressed.
If it wasn't for you, I'd still be stuck in Cazador's kennels. So, thank you. For being that evil bastard.
So one of our own was the leader of an entire cult?
So, the untouchable Karlach is untouchable no more.
I'd shake your hand, but you can still snap me in two, so... perhaps not.
I'd shake her hand, but she can still snap me in two, so... probably safest to skip it.
So, we have a shapechanger at our camp? Good luck finding her.
You could watch out for anyone acting strangely, but... well, you know the lunatics we camp with.
There's a time for talking and a time for killing. This, my friend, is the latter.
Killing that giant oaf was the right thing to do. Even if it meant losing the Harper.
I'm not surprised that the gith's insane device didn't remove our tadpoles. I'm just disappointed.
It's not enough we have a gallery of villains to look out for, but now we could be infiltrated by a shapechanger?
I can't even tell if any of you are acting strange because you've been replaced or because this group is full of weirdos.
Nightsong will be pleased to know Lorroakan isn't after her hide anymore.
Although she may be even more pleased to know who put that bounty on her head in the first place.
So, Gale's hedging his bets with Mystra. I can't say I blame him.
It feels like we're being watching - hunted, even - but there's nothing out there, only more darkness.
I much prefer it when I'm the one prowling in the shadows, about to strike.
Sorry - did you want something? Or just looking for a distraction?
Wyrm's Crossing - the 'Welcome' mat of Baldur's Gate.
This is it. I'm almost home.
I wasn't sure you'd want to talk, after Gortash and... well, everything.
I wish I could tell you dying isn't so bad, but my experience has been quite... specific. Sorry.
You don't have to be. Sometimes things are just terrible.
But if you say you're all right, I believe you.
So, what shall we talk about?
It does...
I was trying to think of something more profound to say, but no. It just 'kind of sucks.'
That being said, moping changes nothing. So, what's next?
As you command.
Congratulations, your grace. A position like that comes with a lot of wealth and luxury.
Well, Grand Duke Ravengard. A position like that comes with a lot of wealth and luxury.
If Wyll survives long enough to enjoy it.
If you survive long enough to enjoy it.
I suppose it was only a matter of time until Shar took vengeance.
I just hope what you got was worth all of this.
For the Lady of Loss, she does not like losing.
So, Mystra's requested a chat with you? Unusually polite for a god.
I do hope it goes well. We've pissed off enough gods already.
Nothing like a little camp drama to spice up the evening.
It's almost a pity things ended so amicably, seeing those two duke it out would be fun.
So, it's a quest to free your parents, is it?
So, it's a quest to free Shadowheart's parents, is it?
And here I was worried I'd be the only one with a difficult family reunion waiting in the city.
Well, this seems like a lovely little spot. The sense of impending doom aside.
This temple certainly is grand.
Well, it's a 'run down, bearing the weight of centuries' sort of grand. Which is my favourite kind, incidentally.
I think I'll enjoy travelling with Halsin.
Not for his wit or wisdom - he'll just make an excellent shield if we're attacked.
To think, he's had that orb within him this whole time and never told us.
Who'd keep a secret like that from his friends? You can't trust anyone these days.
I knew we were a strange band, but a fugitive from the Hells? Now that's someone worth knowing.
Not that I want to get on the wrong side of any devils, but this Karlach is a survivor.
Plus, I appreciate anyone who opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm.
It's quite a trick, coming back from the dead. If only we were all so lucky.
That drider's mad as a box of gremishkas.
Then again, you'd have to be mad to spend your days marching through this gloom.
Well, no tentacles yet. I suppose we can consider that a success.
Your bald friend puts on quite a show of brawn. Even if there's no brain worth mentioning.
Minsc puts on quite a show of brawn. Even if there's no brain worth mentioning.
I mean, I hate to judge the proverbial book, but that oaf may be all cover and no pages.
So, we've picked up a wizard who managed to get stuck in his own portal? Hardly a promising introduction.
Mystra has given you her blessing, I see. A reward for good behaviour.
What a waste - Gale could have had a taste of real power.
A pity, really - you could have tasted some real power. But what do I know? I'm sure Mystra's boon is lovely.
Instead he bowed to the will of his god and traded it for a sad little boon. Pathetic.
So, we owe our lack of tentacles to one of the very creatures that kidnapped us.
At least my lack of tentacles. I'm not sure what's next for you.
At least you showed it what you thought of its offer. Nicely done.
And now it's offering us power. If we're willing to 'evolve'.
Poor Wyll gave you the benefit of the doubt and it earned him a set of horns.
Not that they don't look flattering on him. Almost everything does.
Of course not, darling! You mustn't blame yourself.
And maybe this will help him relate to you a little better. You're both sporting horns now, after all.
They do! Honestly, that man...
So, we're travelling with the famed 'Blade of Frontiers'. I feel safer already.
Obviously I'm glad we didn't level the monastery with that sun cannon. But...
Come on, you can't say you weren't a little curious to see what would happen?
Really? Where's your sense of curiosity?
Some people just don't appreciate the wonders the world has to hold, I suppose.
Gods, lighten up. Enjoy a joke, it won't kill you.
Or... maybe it will? I honestly have no idea with you people.
Fair. Rude, but fair.
I knew it! There's no shame in being curious about power. It is exhilarating.
And who knows? Maybe we'll have better luck with our next weapon of incomprehensible destruction.
Now there's a bloody devil trailing after us? This gets better and better.
So, Shadowheart chose her family over her god.
I hope she doesn't come to regret it.
If the gith are looking for that artefact of yours, then we may have something valuable on our hands.
If your people are looking for that artefact, then we may have something valuable on our hands.
If the gith are looking for that artefact, then we may have something valuable on our hands.
And it's a powerful weapon to boot? Things are starting to look very interesting...
To think, Gale's had this devastating orb within himself the entire time, but only just mentioned it?
I thought we were going to see some real sparks fly between Wyll and Karlach.
Useful as the hammer would have been, I'm relieved we're not in the devil's debt.
Once his kind has you under their thumb, they won't ever let you go.
You really don't remember the last while? You don't remember killing anyone?
All your past, just wiped clean. I don't know if I'm horrified or jealous.
It seems ignorance truly is bliss. I don't know if I'm horrified or jealous.
No, they were your -... never mind. You made your choice.
So, what do you need, oh loyal follower of Shar?
So this is the Underdark? I've always heard stories, but never thought I'd end up slumming it down here.
Although it must appeal to anyone with an aversion to the sun, so I suppose it has its upsides.
Or it's... undersides? Because it's - you know what I mean.
So, this is the abode of our dear Absolute? It's about as cheerful as expected.
Good to see you're willing to do what it takes to get power. Even if it means defying the gods themselves.
Good to see Gale's willing to do what it takes to get power. Even if it means defying the gods themselves.
The stink of oil, the clank of gears - this place is revolting.
The Amulet of Bhaal. It's hardly a triumph of fashion, but it does have its uses.
So, Wyll did the right thing and it earned him a set of horns. Let that be a lesson to us all.
I do admire the décor here. It's more tasty than tasteful, but I'll take what I can get.
I had the strangest dream last night. There was a visitor promising me protection, and all sorts of delicious powers from the parasites in our heads.
Given our shared affliction, I suppose you had a similar dream...?
Excellent!
Now we can see what these tadpoles can do for us.
Exactly! Waste not, want not - even when it comes to mind flayer parasites.
Is there a reason you're always such an utter drip? Do you have some sort of condition? Honestly, it's like you hate good news.
Did you actually want something, or are you just here to spoil my fun?
No need to be shy, this is a good thing.
No need to hide it, this is a good thing.
You know, for all the sense of dread and horror seeping through this place, I really feel quite at home here.
So, the Blade of Frontiers is dead. Long live the Blade of Avernus.
Just stay focused on slaying the Infernal, will you? The undead have it hard enough already.
I just hope he stays focused on battling Infernal forces. The undead have it hard enough already.
So, I couldn't help but overhear that your god's commanded you to - well... explode.
You have been dealt a difficult hand, my friend. I'm sorry.
That being said - when you do explode, how far away should I be?
Oh, thank the gods. I was sure you were actually going to do it.
You're... you're not actually going to do it, are you?
I see. So... pretty far, then?
Still, let's hope it doesn't come to that!
That's the spirit! Chin up and all that.
Now, was there anything else you wanted?
You're right, I don't understand. You have a choice, but it sounds like you're actually considering this.
But you need time to think, so I'll leave you be - give you some space.
Maybe I should just - I'll give you some space.
As much space as I possibly can.
Yes, well... I'll leave you to your thoughts. Just - I'll give you space.
I'm sorry - me? Oh no, no I don't think so.
I mean, of course I'll support you. I'd just rather do it from a distance. Because of the... explosion.
There's a definite touch of the mythic to this place.
It seems the Blade of Frontiers' legend will only grow from here.
I don't know if Faerûn needs another hero, but you seem happy. I suppose that counts for something.
I don't know if Faerûn needed another hero, but Wyll seems happy. I suppose that counts for something.
I never saw myself as a banisher of shadows before.
I was always more of a 'lurker in', historically.
You know, for all the time I've spent lurking in the shadows, I've never ventured into the Underdark before.
Hardly a luxurious setting, but it definitely has its upsides for a vampire.
Gods, that was close. I could almost kiss the boards here, but - well that would be disgusting.
We're not done yet.
Come on, let's finish this.
I've known people who were hungry for power, but Gale takes it a bit too literally for my liking.
I wonder how he does it. Why he does it.
I'm sure all will be revealed in time, but I don't like it. A waste of perfectly good treasure.
I know he'll explode if he doesn't, but still. It hurts to see valuable treasure just slurped up.
I'm sorry, but what in the literal Hells was that?
Do you often burst into flames or was that a special occasion?
I can imagine.
Still, we all have our little quirks. I'm sure we'll come to appreciate them in time.
That will make for a very interesting evening, I'm sure.
But of course, I wouldn't want to pry.
We all have our little quirks, after all. I'm sure all will be revealed in good time.
I don't relish the idea of your devil visiting our camp - let alone offering us anything resembling a 'deal'.
I don't relish the idea of Mizora visiting our camp - let alone offering us anything resembling a 'deal'.
When the devils start approaching you, you know you're in deep.
So, this 'Stone Lord' is the legendary Minsc? And a newly-minted cultist, no less.
Are we sure we want to find him before Nine Fingers does? I doubt he'll be pleased to see us.
For what it's worth, I rather like your new look. It adds a sense of drama - a little more flair.
So, Minthara has one in the proverbial oven?
I'm amazed you're still in one piece; I thought she'd bite your head off when she was done with you.
I wonder if she bit the head off her mate after they'd done the deed.
There certainly is a strong ambience down here.
I don't know if it's the bats or the decaying... everything, but it's quite homey.
So, Lae'zel is a killer. Hardly surprising for your people.
So, the gith is a killer. Hardly surprising for their people.
Still, it's good to know she's more likely to attack you face on, rather than stabbing you in the back.
So, you decided to stay true to Vlaakith? To keep loving your chains.
So, you persuaded Lae'zel to stay true to your queen? To keep loving your chains.
So, you persuaded Lae'zel to stay true to Vlaakith? To keep loving her chains.
I hope it was the right call.
I don't like getting caught between the Guild and the Zhentarim. You always make enemies when you take sides in a struggle like that.
And in this case, they're enemies we might not see coming until it's too late.
The parasite must be playing with my ears, because I was sure that beardy tramp told you to find the Heart of the Absolute and then blow yourself up.
Tell me I misheard, Gale. Because how would that make sense? How would that even be possible?
So that's why your blood tasted so foul - this magic you're harbouring.
Well, what's next? Are you actually going through with this?
Must you? Does Gale's will not come into it?
Then find a way to avoid it.
Oh no, my friend. I have my own plans.
We're going to find to the Heart of the Absolute to help ourselves, not be sacrificed on the altar for some god.
I hope we can agree on that. Until then, I'll give you some space.
We all have our secrets, indeed.
Gods, I can't even take solace in the lie.
It is not the time to chat - move!
I know they're your people, but I still don't love walking into a den of killer gith warriors.
Honestly? I don't love walking into a den of killer gith warriors.
Especially not with the you-know-whats still wriggling in our heads.
I know you said there's a cure here - I just hope it's not 'decapitation'.
They probably think decapitation is a perfectly reasonable 'cure'.
The gith probably think decapitation is a perfectly reasonable 'cure'.
You gave up your father to have freedom? An understandable decision. Sacrifices must be made, after all.
Wyll gave up his father to have freedom? An understandable decision. Sacrifices must be made, after all.
Especially if his fall means your rise.
Especially if the old Duke's fall means his rise.
Your devil's a sly little wretch, I'll give her that.
Wyll's devil is a sly little wretch, I'll give her that.
Even a wet rag like Zevlor deserved a better death than that.
I know the look is meant to be very 'murder' heavy, but it's a bit much. Even for me.
So, Mystra's requested a chat with Gale? Unusually polite for a god.
You almost pity Orin, taking Minthara like that. Give her half a chance and she'll gut the shapeshifter like a fish.
What in the nine Hells is going on? I thought we had him!
Nothing to do but follow him and finish the job.
I've killed my fair share of people, but wiping out an entire building with a cannon powered by the sun?
Well. That will take some time to process.
So, Gale's agreed to be a good boy and hand the Crown over to Mystra?
Defying Mystra, declaring that you'll rule the Karsite Weave - Gale my boy, I didn't know you had it in you.
I'm just so proud.
I'm almost tempted to tell Shadowheart what she did. To see if I can jog her memory.
I doubt Shar would take kindly to anyone meddling in her little project, though.
Hedging your bets with Mystra, I see? I can't say I blame you.
Who'd want to hold a power like the Crown of Karsus in their hands, just to hand it to someone else?
I know what my decision would be. But we're all different, of course.
I can't believe Orpheus wants one of us to transform.
I did not go to the Hells and back because I like his company - if anyone has to make the sacrifice it should be him.
All I wanted was to get a worm out of my head - I didn't sign up for dimensional travel and murderous gith.
Present company excluded, of course. You can be murderous as you like.
I really thought you and Shadowheart might fight to the death over that artefact.
You almost pity Orin, taking Lae'zel like that. Give her half a chance and she'll rip out the shapeshifter's spine.
Just like that hulking bear to stomp off in a huff.
I swear, druids care more about the plants of this land than the people.
Present company excluded, I hope.
I hope you don't make a habit of betraying your travelling companions.
Not that I wouldn't understand - respect it even - but it does leave one a little nervous.
Of all the places you've dragged me, this might just be the most foul.
And that's saying something, given some of the things you've exposed me to.
So, we have the hammer. Now all we have to do is...
Actually I'm not really clear on what we have to do, but I assume we're smashing something.
Shadowheart's parents are at peace. And so's she, it seems.
No matter what Jaheira says, immortality is a difficult drug to kick.
She'll hold on to that scroll for as long as she can bear to. And perhaps a century or two longer than that.
We should tell Aylin that Lorroakan is hunting her. She has a right to know.
Also, she'll want to cave his skull in and, honestly, I would not mind seeing that.
Gods...
This is the first time in two hundred years I've seen these streets in the sunlight.
You can forget just how much colour there is in the world.
Hmm? Yes of course. Obviously.
Sorry - did you want something?
Hmm? Yes, of course we do. I was just...
Right, sorry - what's next?
Hmm? Oh - yes, your trademark wit.
Now, what do you want, exactly?
Inconceivable as it might be, I actually didn't ask you.
I want to be clear - letting Minthara tag along with us was your idea. So if you wake up with a dagger to your throat, that's on you.
Excuse me? I would never.
Not again, at any rate.
But fine, take her if you wish. Just know I'll be resting with one eye open.
I hope so, otherwise we may all be killed in our beds.
Excuse me - I'm sorry for looking out for our collective hides.
I don't care what he's offering - I wouldn't have been so quick to sign with the devil.
Then again, it's not my name on the page, so what should I care?
Still considering our options?
It seems to me like there's a clear path forward. Karlach just has to walk it.
So, we owe our continued survival to a rebel squid and a prisoner prince.
I almost preferred it when we were worried we might transform at any moment.
Well - hold on, I didn't say that. The parasites still have their advantages.
And who knows, they might even have some new tricks to reveal?
It is better than sprouting tentacles, I'll give you that.
I suppose that is a point.
And our cranial guests already came with some advantages - maybe there're more to uncover.
Still, I don't like being under anyone's thumb. The sooner we can turn the tables and start pulling their strings, the better.
So much for the cavalry riding to our rescue.
This is what we get for putting our faith in a network of spies, I suppose.
The parasite must be playing with my ears, because I was sure that beardy tramp told Gale to find the Heart of the Absolute and then blow himself up.
I'm sorry, but this is what happens when we trust your people: they strap you to a machine and try to kill you.
This is what happens when you trust the gith: they strap you to a machine and try to kill you.
At least there's no permanent damage done. Or not too much permanent damage? I suppose time will tell.
Gods, I never though I'd be so relieved to find a light in the darkness.
Or to see so many Harpers clanking about.
So, you stood up to the Dark Lady? I'm almost impressed.
So, Shadowheart stood up to the Dark Lady? I'm almost impressed.
I was sure I saw you with one of our more magical, and more valuable, items earlier. Any idea where it is now?
You're serious. Gods above...
I suppose we can spare the occasional trinket if it stops you from killing us all.
Just try not to consume anything too expensive or powerful. You may need magic, but I need coin.
Yes, but I'd rather not lose any more valuable artefacts, if it's all the same to you.
I don't care what you do with them - we all have our secrets - just don't empty my pack to feed whatever it is you have going on.
Really? Well, if you're sure...
So, we kill Gortash or Halsin dies? It's not an easy call.
One the one hand, killing Gortash would be fun. On the other, Halsin can be very annoying.
We probably should save the druid, though. He does have his uses.
Shadowheart. Shadow Heart...
I'm sure her parents meant well, but the name's a little ominous isn't it?
Unless she chose it herself. Which is even more worrying, honestly.
I really thought Shadowheart and Lae'zel might fight to the death over that artefact.
Credit where it's due: you are tenacious. And tougher than I expected.
Credit where it's due: Shadowheart is tenacious. And tougher than I expected.
Pain can break anyone, but you bore it well and got what you wanted.
Pain can break anyone, but she bore it well and got what she wanted.
Even if you've damned yourself to a lifetime of that same pain.
Even if she's damned herself to a lifetime of that same pain.
I'm still thinking about Karlach. About what she said.
Gods. There really is no justice in the world.
Won't be long now. They'll pay for what they did to me.
So, you've agreed to be a good boy and hand the Crown over to Mystra?
I can't say I would have made the same call, but each to their own.
So, you chose your family over your god.
I hope you don't come to regret it.
So, that's how the legend ends. The Blade of Frontiers, cast down to the Hells.
Hardly a fitting ending. But so few are.
I knew you were tough, but a killer?
I could tell Shadowheart was tough, but a killer?
I'm surprised, you have more steel than I thought.
I'm surprised, she has more steel than I thought.
You know, I never dreamed our noble Jaheira would be such a terrible, terrible mother.
It's nice to see heroes are as awful as the rest of us.
So, you finally saw the light and turned on your mistress.
So, Lae'zel's finally seen the light and turned on your mistress.
So, Lae'zel's finally seen the light and turned on her mistress.
It took a little time, but you got there.
It took a little time, but she got there.
Though it's not over yet. Masters rarely let their slaves go without a fight.
I hope you will. For all our sakes.
But that's a problem for the future. What are we doing now?
How could I not fight for such a noble cause?
Unless you're going to lose, in which case I would have to think about it.
Not yet, but it will become my concern very quickly if a pissed-off god-queen sends a legion of warriors after you.
Not that I mind you sticking a thumb in your slaver's eye, I just like to keep track of who wants us dead.
I expected Nightsong to be overjoyed after killing her 'fair-haired fool'.
Instead she just seemed... tired.
No... No, I don't think that's it.
She probably just needs some time for it to sink in. I'm sure she'll be elated soon.
Hardly, it's going to be the greatest moment of my life.
Oh, I felt wonderful!
The blood, the screaming - just thinking about it makes me smile.
Not what I'd expected. There was a sense of... emptiness.
Maybe it's just hard to see someone else suffer the same thing. It feels unfair - like justice denied.
Still, it's done. That's what matters.
So, Shar's chosen walks among us. How lucky we are.
Still, you've given us a shot at Ketheric. That's certainly worth a little killing.
Still, if this means we can take a shot at Ketheric, it may well be worth it.
If the shapechanger wants Gortash dead, then let's kill Gortash and get Yenna back.
Not that I care, it's just that children have a habit of disappearing in this city. Let's not let any more slip away.
I do admire how you got that lantern, you know.
Not just your craftsmanship, although the dead pixies are - 'mwah'.
But being willing to turn away from what you know. To turn away from the light and bend the darkness to your will.
I see you, Gale of Waterdeep. I see you.
You know, if that parasite isn't to your taste, I'd be happy to consume it in your stead.
I don't relish the thought, but if you're going to just leave it sitting in your pack - well, one of us should try it.
Oh I have my reservations, no question. First of all, it looks disgusting.
Second, there's a non-zero chance that it'll turn me into a purple, glistening monster.
But if it doesn't, who knows what kind of power we could unlock? And power is always worth a little risk.
Excellent! I'll have a rummage around and help myself in my own good time.
Thank you, your generosity is appreciated.
Ah, so that's how it is? A pity.
But if it doesn't, who knows what kind of power we could unlock? And power is always worth a little risk
So, you've indulged. Just helped yourself to a little more power, I see.
And there isn't a tentacle to be seen! Not a bad deal, I'd say.
My only complaint is you didn't want to share. I wouldn't mind indulging myself.
I admit, I wasn't keen to be the first to try it. Just in case there were any 'surprise' side effects.
Ah, that's how it is. Pity.
Not that I don't understand - I'd probably keep them for myself too. But do consider sharing next time.
Because if you continue to get between me and what I want, I will have to find a way through you.
Just something to think about.
I might just hold you to that.
But now that we know it's safe, I am all for experimenting.
I hope you're not here to ask about Cazador.
No, I don't. The past is dead, so why exhume it when we have a nice, bright future ahead of us?
And curious you'll remain. The past is dead, I'm not about to exhume it when there's a nice, bright future ahead of me.
Assuming we don't turn into mind flayers, of course. That might put a bit of a damper on things.
The point is, I'm looking forward. Focusing on what's important for our future.
Exactly! So, was there anything else?
Spite made me who I am. Now let sleeping dogs lie, lest you get bitten.
Oh please, you think I'm the only one with secrets? At least you know there's something I'm not telling you.
Trust me to do what's best for me - our fates are linked. I need you and you need me. It's that simple.
And right now what's best for me is some quiet. Until later.
Well? Ask.
I suppose you want to hear about Cazador.
My old master. Before the mind flayers took me from him. Before this strange, twisted freedom.
I don't want to say a damned thing, but that won't do anyone any good.
Not political power or military power - I mean power over people. The power to control them completely.
Not him, no. A gang of thugs attacked me, angry about a ruling that I'd handed down as magistrate.
A vampire's spawn is less than a slave. They're a puppet.
We have no choice but to obey our masters' commands. They speak and our bodies react - it's all part of the deal.
Sometimes he'd order us to submit to torture. Sometimes he'd have us torture ourselves. Whatever his weathervane mood settled on.
He had me go out into Baldur's Gate to fetch him the most beautiful souls I could find.
It was a fun little ritual of his - I'd bring them back and he'd ask if I wanted to dine with him. And if I said yes, he'd serve me a dead, putrid rat.
Of course if I said no, he'd have me flayed. Hard to say which was worse.
Thank you, but this isn't about sympathy. It's about knowing what we might be up against.
The mind flayers aren't the only monsters out there. They're not even the only ones hunting us.
All I'm asking is that you keep your eyes open. And watch out for anything lurking in the shadows.
What more could I ask? Now, is that all?
If you think they'll take me and spare you, you haven't been listening.
But at least we know where we all stand.
The mind flayers aren't the only monsters out there. And they might not be the only ones hunting us.
I will, but I won't take it for granted.
My point is simple...
Oh? And what might that be?
Oh? Then what do you want?
Now that you know what I am, I should tell you that Cazador was more than just a slaver.
Nothing big or terrible, just a small little detail about me that hasn't come up naturally.
It's just that I happen to be a - what's the best way to put this?
A vampire?
Right. Well. Glad we got that out of the way.
So... was there anything else?
And by rights I should be cinders blowing in the wind, but something's protecting me.
The same something that's kept us from turning into mind flayers, no doubt.
But that's neither here nor there. What matters is everything's out in the open now. Because we trust each other.
Exactly! I knew I could rely on you. Just like you can rely on me.
Hmm. Well, I suppose I can't fault you there.
Trust I don't want to be torn apart and reborn a mind flayer, then. Because this arrangement is my best chance to avoid that.
Then that will do.
Oh come on, don't be like that.
Did our night together mean nothing to you?
And if nothing else, think of what's ahead. We need each other if we're going to survive this.
I shall be the very model of virtue, cross my heart and hope to - ...uh.
I'll be good. I promise.
Fine, I'll go. But do me one favour: remember this moment.
And later, when that worm is bursting out of your face and you're trying to scream through your tentacles, remember that you chose this.
Things haven't really changed - I'm still the same sweet, loveable rogue. My smile is just a little... sharper.
Well, we've made it this far without anyone sinking their teeth into anyone else.
The occasional night of passion aside.
But you can trust me. Of course you can - we're a team!
You know, I've been thinking. And I think there's something I should tell you.
Hurry, I've got one of those brain things cornered.
There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others.
There, can you see it?
Don't we? I saw you on the ship - free, scuttling about.
You're in league with them, aren't you? Those tentacled - argh.
I just need information. I saw you scuttling about on the ship.
You can try, but first you'll tell me what you know.
I saw you on the ship. You're in league with them, aren't you? Those tentacled - argh.
Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.
And you - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.
You flirt. But I have other business.
Promises, promises. But I have other business, I'm afraid.
And I'll eat your heart, fire girl.
Answer a few little questions and we won't have to find out.
And your friend with me? Hardly.
Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod.
Splendid.
And now you're going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.
Don't lie to me! I - agh.
Don't play dumb, you little - agh!
What was that? What's going on?
You're not one of them. They took you, just the same as me.
And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.
Ah, a kindred spirit.
Indeed we are. Please, allow me to introduce myself.
I'm out of wine and flowers, so I hope an introduction will suffice.
My name's Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when those beasts snatched me.
Is that so? We clearly move in different circles.
A pleasure.
So do you know anything about these worms?
My my, you've been busy.
So, did you learn anything about these worms while wandering the ship?
The strong and silent type? All right.
Please tell me you at least know something about these worms.
Turn us into - ha. Hahaha!
Of course it'll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?
Although it hasn't happened yet. If we can find an expert - someone that can control these things - there might still be time.
Forgive me, but are you really in a position to invite people along?
But if the leader of your little band wants to talk, I'd be happy to hear it.
Tempting, but your party seems a little crowded right now. I like to have my space.
I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't a bad idea. Safety in numbers, after all.
And I hate to turn down an invitation. All right, maybe I'll see you there.
Good luck.
You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea.
And anyone that can crash a mind flayer ship and walk away seems like a good person to know.
All right, I accept. Lead on.
And you seem like a useful person to know.
Wait, that's it? 'You're doomed, sorry', and then off to the next adventure?
These worms are doing something - I can feel it. What are you going to do about it?
I need to find out more before I let anyone root around in my skull. I'll find an expert.
Good luck, I suppose. Here's hoping we're still wearing the same skins when we next meet.
Of course. I'll make my own way.
Well, maybe I'll see you again. Still wearing the same skin, I hope.
Funny.
No, of that much we can be certain.
I suppose it's not exactly common knowledge.
These worms are already affecting me. I can feel it. Now what to do about it...
Well, getting out of here, for a start.
Then finding anyone who might know about these worms. I need an expert. Someone who knows how to control these things...
Well yes, of course. But first things first.
And you. If we meet again, I hope we're still wearing the right skins.
No words of wisdom before you go?
How about I keep the knife and you tell me what you know anyway?
I saw into your mind. They took you, just the same as me.
A fine effort, but I've seen it all. I was walking this land while your ancestors were learning to crawl.
Now, tell me what just happened! What was that?
Yes. Yes, that has to be it.
Stupid. I saw into your head, you know.
It sounds like you saw a glimpse of my past. And I saw yours.
You're not one of them. They took you, same as they took me.
I'm half tempted to spill your guts all over the dirt anyway, but for now - apologies.
Ah! Damn it!
I'm not here for games, you little - agh!
You wriggling little - agh.
Argh! You son of a -
Argh! You wretched little -
The worm, of course. That explains things. Somewhat.
It's those tentacled monsters. Whatever they did to us caused that link.
It's those tentacled monsters. Whatever they did - whatever they put in us - just created a connection.
I'm not an idiot. It has to be those tentacled monsters. Something they did...
They took you too. I saw it during... whatever just happened.
I was so hoping for a kind soul. Well, not to worry.
I saw you on the ship, strutting about while I was trapped in that pod.
What did you and those tentacled freaks do to me?
I'm not an idiot. I saw - argh.
You'll talk. I can - argh.
You arrogant little - argh.
Shh, not a word. Let's try to keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece, hmm?
All right, we'll do this the old-fashioned way.
Well yes, of course. But first things first
First you kill me, then you bring me back? You make quite the first impression.
How about we try words instead of blades? It's safer for everyone.
You again? I hope we won't repeat the previous unpleasantness.
I - I died. They killed me!
At least someone had the good grace to bring me back. I suppose that merits an introduction.
Well hello. It's nice to see some people are willing to talk, rather than attacking you on sight.
It seems we were both passengers on that damned ship. I suppose that merits an introduction, if nothing else.
My name's Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate when they snatched me and put that thing in my head.
Hello again. Still alive, I see.
First you kill me, then you bring me back? What do you want, exactly?
They - they killed me! At least you had the good grace to bring me back.
The orthon is nothing. I'll have my satisfaction when Raphael makes good on his word.
In an old pair of boots? In an abandoned outhouse? In my own bedroll?
The devil turns up where it pleases him. But we're bound to run into him soon.
Hmm. Hrmmm.
Thank you for helping me. It was very kind.
I'm glad you had your fun, then. I am here to provide an endless array of delights.
You went after Cazador without me? And why in all the Hells would you do that?
If you wanted to help, you should have asked me. This is too important for you to handle without me.
But what's done is done. And if he's expecting you to bring me in, maybe we can turn this to our advantage.
Especially if you've already cleared a path through the security he'd put in place.
Well, that does make things easier.
He won't throw the doors open for us, he's no fool, but there may be fewer obstacles in our path if he's expecting us.
Because why would Cazador welcome you into his inner sanctum if his lackeys can kill you and deliver me to him?
It's simply more efficient than killing you himself.
Our next step is to get me to him.
All you have to do is lead me to Cazador. I can handle him once we get there.
You can't be serious. You want me to sit by the fire, twiddling my thumbs, when I could be winning my freedom?
Even if I agreed to, I can hardly make it to our camp from here. At least for now, you're stuck with me.
This is my fight. Don't you understand? I need to do this.
Thank you. I won't forget this.
Let's do this. Let's go kill the bastard.
It's not an issue of 'can', it's an issue of 'must'.
I have to face him or I'll never be free.
All right. I suppose you've earned a little trust. But only a little.
I'll wait. For now.
I can join you tomorrow? I hardly want to sit in this camp when I could be out there, getting justice.
You have a full roster already though. You'll need to leave someone behind.
You can't mean that. You want me to sit by the fire while you kill Cazador?
This is my fight, don't you understand? It's not enough that he dies - I need to kill him.
Well of course it's a trap! But now we know it's a trap, and that's half the battle.
Not literally, of course. The actual battle will be long and intense. But at least we have some idea of what we're walking into.
You absolutely did not. But sometimes fortune shines on us all the same.
Very funny. If you're telling me this now, I assume it wasn't enough.
But maybe this isn't so bad. Perhaps it could even work to our advantage.
You look rabid, pained, sick.
You are spasming and twitching... You poor thing.
Hmmm... So far my tadpole and I have been nothing but best friends. Something else is happening to you, isn't it?
You have bouts of swooning and swaying, and your jaw is grinding like you're poised to chew off your tongue.
Do take care of yourself.
The norm is to keep dirty thoughts like that to ourselves. But do carry on.
It seems you have been dealt a vile hand... I say: play it. Play it for all it's worth.
Nobody should deny themselves of their true nature.
What did you think I was going to say? 'Oh, come here, I'll kiss you better'?
Bhaal himself has sentenced you to an eternity of madness, to be consumed by your Urge.
You'll never be free, will you? He is going to take over...
I've had periods where I was so hungry, I was all but robbed of speech and reason.
If you become as I fear... feral, scrabbling, all but a carrion-creature... I don't think I'll be able to look at you. It will remind me too much of my worst self.
If that is to be your fate, I will enjoy our time together while it lasts. But soon enough we'll have to say our goodbyes.
In a thousand years, when I've all but forgotten how to love yet again, you'll flit back into my heart, and I'll weep wondering what happened to my mad love.
Good morning! Thank you for not killing me the other night.
Are you all right now, or is today a 'I will wed you with a delicate veil of blood blooming over your white curls' kind of day?
I'm also worried about me, but I seem to somehow be worried about you more.
You give me something to care for, and that's worth the peril.
Why not? If I can walk in the sun, you can become all sunshine and roses. I'm sure of it.
Excellent. You will let me know the next time you need to be tied up, won't you?
Just as the lick of poison is removed from my words of love, yours become a sentence of death. A tragic pair, eh?
At least the smut-peddlers of Sharess' Caress will have a field day writing erotic verse about us when we're both dead.
Well done again on besting Bhaal and all that. It was very twee.
Especially the part where that poor excuse for a skeleton waved his magic wand and made it all better.
Yes, you were so very scary.
I knew you had that sweet heart all along. I was alarmed by you sometimes, scandalised even, but somehow by your side, I still only ever saw you.
I have the utmost confidence you would do the same for me.
Now excuse me while I go and regurgitate the sap rankling in my throat.
Dying and being reborn is never pleasant.
The beast you turn into... as charming as it is...
Just make sure those claws don't come anywhere near me.
Erm, yes. It does smell the part.
Oh don't bother, not on my account, anyway. Let it roam free. You make quite the pretty pitfiend.
Oh my. Horrifying.
The Urges are calling on you again, aren't they? I haven't seen you sleep through the night once in the past days.
Well, it certainly sheds some light on the sleepless night you spent tied up, trying to slit my throat. Bloody hells, a Bhaalspawn.
I knew you had some nasty habits, but I didn't want to pry overmuch. But, bloody hells, a Bhaalspawn?
Probably more Baldurian parents scare their children with stories of your kind than mine.
I thought your kind was extinct. Goes to show, you should always check your facts.
So... how are you feeling? Keen to reconnect with your family? Or ready to throw yourself in an oubliette?
You know, I didn't realise you and I were so alike.
I - I felt paralysed to do anything about Cazador for so many decades.
I gave up on myself. I gave up on any hope of escape after a few lashes.
Bhaal controls you in much the same way.
I don't know how you can beat him, but I do know this: you must try.
The half-life of a mind-addled slave is worse than death - don't become his. I wouldn't live another century as one for all the moonstones in Evereska.
You know, though I don't look a day over a hundred, I was alive in Baldur's Gate when the Bhaalspawn first arose.
I was barely aware of it - locked in the kennels as a young spawn.
Rather thrilling I get to watch the bloodshed first hand. I felt very unfashionable, missing out last time.
Oh, gods, we're going to get into 'Father' this, 'progeny' that all day and night, aren't we?
Ugh. I'm not listening to this. You can worship your Father's emissions in your own head.
Just so you know, I don't judge you for what happened to that bard, Alfira.
But the look of guilt on your face was priceless.
I don't care, really. But you could have been more subtle about it.
It seems the Father issues are only just beginning, eh?
The choice is made. You'll never stop killing.
You're going to sit nicely in my lap - perhaps naked - as I give orders to our nocturnal horde from my palace throne.
Bhaal's army will be an unsurpassable dowry. I cannot wait for you to claim it.
Not if I get there first. The game is on, darling.
I lived through the downfall of Sarevok. I'll believe in the rise of Bhaal when I see it.
If the only way to control his possession is to bow to it, I suppose that is how it must be.
Tut tut. We're all friends here, aren't we?
Ssh, or I'll rush off and tell your Father you've been fibbing. Did he spank you growing up, or go straight for the cat-o'-nine?
Servitude or death. You didn't have a choice.
Did we really have to kill the Moonmaiden's servant?
I won't weep for her, but we could have used her as leverage instead. Sometimes we need to think with our heads before our knives, dear.
Watching you make decisions is rather like watching a tarrasque mating ritual. One simply assumes villages will be destroyed in the process.
You'll have to go quite a bit further to surprise me.
You are so beautiful... And you will be beautiful forever. Thank you for trusting me.
You were drained dry, and at the height of your delirium, I granted youone drop of my own blood.
Terrifying and brilliant. I knew you'd take it in your stride.
You are stronger now. Better. You will thank me one day, I am sure.
Things will be a touch different for you than they were for me when I was a spawn.
I'm imbibed with unfathomable new talents. I am fairly certain I can extend Mephistopheles' blessings unto you.
You need not fear anything.
You will be stronger, swifter, sharper, but you won't be different. You were already perfect before. It's hard to improve.
As for me, well...
You probably expect me to turn into a sea of mist, run wrongside-up on roofs, and to call on legions of wolves in battle.
I don't intend to die, if you don't. I truly believe we can best the brain, united like this.
Exactly what symptoms of vampirism are going to manifest in you... well, we'll have to see what hand the tadpole has in suppressing them, when we wrangle it under our command.
*Sigh.* There's no use in us fighting any longer, is there?
You are a person of rare talent. You aided greatly in my conquest, even if you did not end up a part of it.
And if we were beholden to one another? Well, how is that too different to being enslaved? It is for the best.
The man of your dreams, the hope of him, is your own worst enemy.
Of course I understand love. All too well.
I was trying, with you, you know. In the only way I can try.
The gravest crimes committed in this world are committed for love. A hunger crueller than bloodlust.
I know how to play with it, and can't resist playing the hand I know. I would have ruined your love, used your trust until you were nothing.
So, for what it's worth. In the end I respect you for making the choice you did. I never thought you had it in you.
I hope if not partners, we may be partners in crime yet.
I think this has all worked out for the best, hasn't it?
Not a skill that has cropped up in my newly-found repertoire. I probably need to read some tome to figure out how.
At least until the brain is defeated, you have my word I'll stand by you. We share a common cause. There will be no more bites in the night.
So it shall be. Never again.
But I will ensure our little mission to defeat the brain succeeds. You can count on me for that.
It feels ridiculous to still be thinking about Cazador. He's gone, I'm here - I won.
But I still keep reliving everything that happened. Playing it over and over in my mind.
This is it. The hopeless dream dreamt by all of my kind.
I am the greatest vampire to ever walk this land. Even the Pale Knight would have knelt before me.
Everything has changed...
I felt so very little for so long... My edges dulled over the numb years rotting in the boudoir and kennels.
Now, I can hear it at last. See it at last. How all the lowly creatures of this plane are begging to serve. How to call upon them.
Scurrying footpads in their safe-houses, rats below our feet in their filthy holes, the crows in the night above... They will obey.
In you, too, I can tell... your heartbeat races... you hold your breath while I speak. You await my command.
The world will stir in fear.
Everything will be ours. Everything.
I already hear the world whispering in sweet surrender.
And I feel alive.
The spawn? It won't take long to get a new army. I'll make new ones soon.
You've been very brave, haven't you? You've done so much for me...
Our lives will never be the same again.
This is but the beginning.
Oh, I wouldn't be so sure. The very composition of my blood has been altered...
Ssh. Hush. Feel what is in the air.
Never again. I will not think about him. I don't want to even say his name.
That will all happen in due time. But for now, patience is required. I hear the whispers of the night, but I can't yet speak its language.
It's going to take a while to become acquainted with my new self.
Have I? It's possible. I think my instincts have become so quick that the world around me can't catch up.
Everything is moving at a grinding pace. I feel like I will live thousands of hours every day.
Everything lies ahead. I can see my path to a waking dream.
From the crimson palace, I will govern day and night. Create a city of spawn who bow before me, cast a fog over the world for my children.
I wish we could retreat into our palace already, and spend a decade in each other's arms.
But first we must manage the trifling matter of the brain. Perhaps it will listen to us. Perhaps it, too, will serve.
We shall see.
Love, look at what's in front of your very eyes. We could have everything.
Baldur's Gate is a city of opportunity like no other, and I don't intend to let one like this pass us by.
Of course, so do I. Luxury, sin, all the Baldurian comforts I'm finally free to enjoy.
I'm so lucky I crash-landed next to such an intelligent creature as you. We make a fine team, don't we?
Precisely. I'm not ashamed, dear. I won. We won.
Vengeance has been reaped upon Cazador, but not the world that made him. Not the world that makes people like him.
Shut up. You don't know what it was like. You never will.
Death was better for them. Death is better for many. I will stand by it.
Mephistopheles has made a new monster, not bound a creature to his will. The Rite was honoured, the sacrifice is over.
As you live with his gift, for better or worse, now so do I.
Just so you know, I have everything I ever wanted.
You'll be lonelier than I.
Very soon I will discover how to call my legions of wolves, become a sea of mist, run wrongside-up on roofs. Everything vampires do best.
You could have, too. What a waste.
The language of the night needs learning. All in due time. It won't be long, hear me. It won't be long.
I can take anything I want. I should have made you a spawn just to teach you that.
I - I was pathetic then. What do you mean? Why would you say that?
You will regret leaving me. More than anything you live to regret.
You refused riches beyond belief. The world would have knelt before us united.
So much for the better. My instincts are already so quick, the world seems slow around me.
I have turned away my former self. And all my former attachments, now, too.
That's it. He's gone.
After all these years - these centuries - it's really over.
I'm not sure. I feel a little numb.
What I've lost, what I've gained - it's all so much.
And gods, all those spawn, free in the Underdark.
I need some time, I think. Just to let it all sink in.
Let's just go. This place reeks of death and I want to feel alive again.
And gods, all those spawn, dead in their cells.
I'm glad you think so, because I'm not so sure. I just feel numb.
No. Well... maybe a little, but I'm not sure.
It's strange, knowing I'll never hear Cazador's voice again. Knowing it'll never command me to bow against my will.
I'm free from him. Forever.
Invigorating? Terrifying? All of the above? I'm still trying to understand it, really.
I came so close to losing everything back there. To losing myself.
Perhaps. It would have been terrible fun.
But then again, I could feel something slipping away. I came so close to losing myself - losing everything I'd learned since meeting you.
You're not wrong. Cazador left his mark on me in more ways than one - for a moment, I wanted to be just like him.
We could have tried. We could have given them the same chance I had.
I was able to go out into the world and make better choices. To go against my nature and become more than a blood-sucking monster. Maybe they would have done the same.
Or maybe not - but did we have the right to take that choice away from them?
Probably, yes. Destroying them wasn't a good solution, but maybe it was the least bad.
I suppose that's the less convenient side of freedom - having to live with the choices you made.
Back at the ritual, all I could see was the power on offer and the safety it promised. I was so blinded by it. Just as Cazador was.
But you saw something in me - someone else I could be. Someone who could break the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago.
You saved me back there. I may not have appreciated it at the time, but I do now. Thank you.
You did more than that. You believed in me - believed I was enough just the way I am.
When I look at my future, anything and everything feels possible now.
And nice as it would have been to share this with a partner, I'm glad I get to share it with a friend.
You saved me from myself and let me walk a new path where I can be free. Truly, honestly free.
This is a gift, you know. Thank you - I won't forget it.
And I get to share it with you, as a partner. An equal.
So am I. Fun as all that power would have been... this feels more 'me'.
Neither was I. Not until I sank the dagger into Cazador's chest and the light went out of his eyes.
I am - well, not 'happy' with how things turned out. But this does feel right.
We could have tried. We could have given them the same chance I was given.
Then again, how many lives would that have cost? Even in the Underdark, they would have been dangerous.
I don't know, maybe there just weren't any good options. I only hope we picked the least bad one.
No, it can't. And I can't say I'm unhappy about it either.
I only hope my siblings are up to the challenge. The Underdark is not a forgiving place.
You could have said the same about me when we first met. People can change. But perhaps you're right.
I have to hope so. And if not, at least there's only so much damage they can do in the Underdark.
But that first rush of freedom can be intoxicating - I didn't always make the best decisions when I first tasted it. They'll need guidance.
No, much as I'd like to become a lord ruling over the Underdark's vampire spawn, we have unfinished business with the mind flayers.
After that - who knows? Everything that happened to those spawn is my fault in a way...
I hope so, because there'll be consequences if they can't. The Underdark is not a forgiving place.
They... might? But there'll be consequences if they do - the Underdark is not a forgiving place.
I only hope my siblings are up to the challenge. The Underdark is not a forgiving place
And what makes you think I have anything to say to you?
I tried to give you a gift and you rejected me. Not just you - your whole body!
Oh when has the world ever given a damn about 'fair'?
I thought you were better than this, you know. That you might make a worthy consort. But I was wrong.
You're defective. Broken. Doomed.
We'll see this mind flayer business through, but once that's done, we're done.
There she is - there's the gutsy devil I fell for.
How disappointing that this is what's become of her.
Pathetic.
No, I'm better than he ever was.
I've marched forward into my beautiful new future. It's a pity you couldn't keep up.
Good. Then we're done here.
I handled it perfectly! It's you and your damn engine that ruined it.
That's all you have to say? After everything I've done for you.
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I can just walk into homes now?
This gets better and better.
Are you working against me, or are you just simple?
If we don't start seeing eye-to-navel, I'll find new travelling companions.
If we're not seeing eye-to-snout soon, I'll be forced to find new companions.
We can start seeing eye-to-eye, or I can find new companions.
That is it! I've dragged your sorry carcass far enough.
Whatever we might have had, it's over.
And to think I actually cared about you. Ridiculous.
I'll solve this damn thing myself. You can rot.
You are on some very thin ice, darling.
Figure out whose side you're on, or I'll decide for you.
No, what have you done? You ruined everything!
And? How have our friends fared without us?
I'm glad. It would be so easy to go through everything we did and come out the other side bitter and twisted.
But they deserve happiness. We all do. And I will forever be grateful to have found it with you.
I do feel a little bad keeping you all to myself. After all, I get to see you every night.
Go on, go and mingle - enjoy your time with the others. Bless them with your presence.
I'll be here when you're ready. I'll always be here, my love.
Tempting, but you make a better ambassador for us than I do. I'll keep skulking here - I do it well, after all.
A pity, to have gone through all that and still not found happiness.
I suppose going through the kind of journey we did will leave its mark. And not everyone can be as lucky as we've been.
I would not want it any other way.
Go on, talk to the others. We have forever, after all.
Hello, darling.
I wasn't sure our withered old friend could live up to his promise, but here we are.
And look at you! Straight from the Hells, still reeking of brimstone. I take it you've been having fun?
Understandable, but try to resist the urge. I don't want to know what your clothes have been through since we last met.
Although I do like the style. 'Tortured armour' never does go out of fashion.
Alas, no. I haven't dared to risk it while Cazador still lives.
Cheeky. I've been very well behaved, thank you.
Mostly well-behaved. I did have a little unfinished business.
Or as well behaved as one can be while tearing through the Hells with Karlach.
Oh, you know, ups and downs.
I haven't seen the sun since the brain fell, I'm reduced to eating vermin once more, and I can't walk the streets lest Cazador finds me...
You know, when I say it out loud, there have been decidedly more downs than ups. Almost exclusively downs, actually.
Well, you've been busy, haven't you? Away having new adventures, living your new life.
Although if you wanted to help now, I certainly wouldn't say no.
You're more than capable of facing him. And killing him, one hopes.
Thank you. I can't tell you how much this means.
But killing vampires is a decidedly day-time activity. For now, we can simply enjoy the night.
Well of course not, darling! We've all seen what you can do against a giant, floating brain - a vampire will be a walk in the graveyard after that.
Of course, after you've saved an entire city, saving one more person is probably below you.
Not that it bothers me, of course. I've always been alone - I don't see why that would change now.
Alas, no. Since we lost our tadpoles, I'm just another vampire spawn.
If he finds me, he only has to say the word and I'm his puppet again. I can't face him.
You, on the other hand, are perfectly suited to facing him! And killing him, one hopes.
You could at least offer to help!
You're more than capable of facing him - now more than ever. Killing him would be easy.
Well, I had some unfinished business that I needed to take care of.
Exactly what I feared. Without the protection of our little friends I was just an ordinary spawn again, burning in the sun. I fled the dock and found refuge in the shadows until night fell.
Part of me was relieved you left so quickly after the battle. I felt... ashamed. Like I'd lost everything, just as you claimed your victory. I didn't want you to see me like that.
I'm sorry I didn't seek you out that night. I felt... ashamed. Like I'd lost everything, just as you claimed your victory. I didn't want you to see me like that.
And with Cazador still out there, I could hardly show my face. So I retreated to the sewers to hide, bide my time, and enjoy all the rats one can eat.
But time lent perspective. It wasn't your victory, it was ours. And for all I'd lost, I had gained so much more. I had freedom, strength - a whole new life. And it was time to live it.
I've been seeing the world. Rediscovering what's out there after so many years under Cazador's thumb.
It turns out, it's every bit as dangerous travelling alone as it was travelling with you. I've killed more beasts and bandits than I can count.
You know, it turns out I'm rather good at being a hero.
Yes, but you say all sorts of things. Honestly, I don't even listen half the time.
It has made for a nice change, though - inspiring hope in people instead of terror.
Well... I do try to inspire a little terror. I'm still me, after all.
Ha! Hardly. 'Good' people don't spend as much time lurking in the dark as I do.
You know it's funny, at first I thought I was trapped by the shadows - cursed to live in them forever.
But in time, I realised that darkness is as much a part of me as my fangs. This is only a curse as long as I refuse to embrace the shadows. So I decided I would.
I decided not to be defined by the choices other people made - by what other people did to me. My past may be done, but my present - my future - they're mine.
No, this is all me, I swear.
Don't get me wrong, I was a mess at first. Every day I yearned for the sun and mourned my curse to live in the shadows.
Let's not get carried away, darling. I'm still me.
Perhaps more 'me' than I've ever been.
You do know me oh so well, don't you?
But yes, there's nothing wrong with being rewarded for good work. And when it comes to killing, I do very good work.
I've been exploring the world, looking for anything that will let me walk in the sun again.
No joy yet, but I've killed plenty of monsters on the way.
Cazador was still out there, after all. But with a little help from my new monster hunter friends, finding and destroying him barely took any effort at all.
Cazador was still out there, after all. But with a little help from some friends, finding and destroying him barely took any effort at all.
Cazador was still out there, after all. But with a little help from my darling love, finding and destroying him barely took any effort at all.
On my part, at least. They did have to tear out his tongue before I could approach safely, but we got there in the end. And what a glorious end it was.
Karlach and I have been exploring the Hells together, finding each and every infernal beast that wants to kill us.
It's not exactly a 'good' time, but I can kill whatever I want and never have to worry about the sun, so... it could be worse?
It has been an experience. A difficult experience.
But if I could go back and make the same choices again... I think I'd still be elbow-deep in cambion guts.
Some day I'll return to this plane for good, but right now I am exactly where I should be.
Likewise, if you'd believe it.
Perhaps, but we're trying not to get our hopes up.
We found some blueprints and a map to Zariel's private forge, so if we can find a smith, and get the materials, and it's not a trap - there's a chance.
But however it turns out, this isn't the last Faerûn has seen of us. Sooner or later, we will be back.
Without Karlach? No, this world just wouldn't be as fun.
Besides, she needs me. Who else will stab one cambion while she decapitates four?
I've been leading. For the first time - maybe ever - I've been thinking about people other than myself.
There are thousands of vampire spawn in the Underdark - lost souls I lured into the shadows. The least I could do was give them a place they'd be safe.
So I've been building a haven down there. It's relatively small for now, but growing every day as more and more spawn find us.
Well of course it is, darling. That's what makes it fun.
We found some ruins in the darkness and made them our own - rebuilt walls, added touches of comfort.
It's no palace, but maybe someday it will be.
Oh, didn't you hear? It burned.
Every sin-stained furnishing, every last trace of Cazador - it all burned.
And when the structure finally gave way, it collapsed into the wretched chapel below. Every record of his infernal ritual is gone - we'll never see its like again.
Rather easily, actually. It turns out there are more than enough things willing to attack you in the Underdark.
And if they find themselves on the wrong end of someone's fangs, that's on them.
I did at first, but then I realised - these shadows, this darkness - it's all part of me.
I spent too long defined by what other people did to me. The choices other people made for me - but that's over now.
This is who I am. In all my glory, for better and for worse.
That being said, I haven't completely given up on returning to the sun. If the opportunity presented itself - well, I wouldn't say no...
But until then, I am happy.
And to you.
We have had quite the journey, you and I.
From the moment I first threatened you, I knew you were someone special. Someone to take on the world with.
I will miss our time together. But then again, maybe this isn't goodbye so much as it's...
See you later, darling.
Then so be it. I've been through Hells metaphorical and literal, and this is what I am. I will not apologise.
They're in hands, at least. I wouldn't make a call on 'good' just yet.
Oh no, people can be quite meek after seeing you murder their former master.
And if they do step out of line, it just takes one or two brutal examples to remind everyone else of their place.
I'm not a tyrant, I do care for their well-being, I just can't afford to show weakness.
Surprisingly well, actually!
Alas, I have had to get my hands dirty.
I've taken a turn as an adventurer and hero.
It turns out no one actually cares about murder, as long as you murder the right people. And apparently I'm rather good at it.
Yes, no, of course - I'm very busy too.
Go and mingle. I'll be here, darling, living my best life.
Yes, the right person can make just about anything bearable. And it seems like you found exactly the right person.
I'd expect nothing less from someone of your talents.
No, the Hells are not known for their welcoming ambience. Although if anyone can overcome them, I know you can.
You always brought a whiff of madness to the battlefield. I do miss it.
At least I assume it's you in there. It is a little hard to tell.
How have you been since... everything?
Well, that's barely ominous at all.
And I'm sure we're all safer for it... Probably.
I am glad, genuinely. Few would make the sacrifice you did.
I - I think of you too. I wish things could have gone differently, but...
Well, no use dwelling on it, is there?
Well of course you have, darling. It is not easy to replace someone like this.
No, I imagine not.
I am sorry, I wish things had worked out differently for you, but...
I would ask if things have been going well, but you seem to be a literal god, so... I'm guessing 'yes'?
What's it like? All that power at your fingertips? All those prayers to answer?
There was a time when I would have done anything to have what you have. But now? I think I would have felt more chained than charmed.
Don't get me wrong, I am happy for you. It's just that I'm happy for myself too.
Yes, I suppose you're above the baser pleasures of life now. A pity: they're often the most fun.
Oh no, I've seen what too much ambition can lead to. I'm quite all right as I am, thank you.
Not that I'm immune to the charms of your domain. But all things in moderation.
And here you are, in all your robes and finery.
So, who am I looking at? Gale the teacher? Gale the hero? Gale the lover?
But of course! You'll have to forgive me, I forgot to bring a shiny apple.
But it is good to see you looking so comfortable in your own skin.
After everything we've been through, everything we've seen, now you decide to be modest?
But you always were full of surprises, weren't you?
Ha! After everything we went through? You earned those and so much more.
Oh, I haven't forgotten. I have vivid memories of our time together.
Of course you have, darling. For mortals and gods alike.
Or here I am. I'm not sure about you.
But of course, I imagine traversing a cosmic war zone is no easy thing.
It's good to see you too. Corporeal or not.
Nothing quite so carnal, I'm afraid. I'm mostly just pleased to see you alive.
You know, I was concerned you'd land yourself in trouble without me to look after you. But I see you're doing just fine as you are.
Flying across the cosmos on the backs of dragons, waging war on your mad queen - I couldn't be more proud.
And look at you - still on our humble plane. You've practically gone native.
It's as fine a reason as any. And better than quite a few.
It's more than we deserve, I assure you.
Exploring this strange world, finding your place in it, dismembering the odd assassin - I couldn't be more proud.
Oh, I don't doubt it. But you wouldn't want it any other way.
And I hear you're doing well. Leading your church, bringing the good word of loss to all that need it - you've been busy. I was worried you might not make it tonight.
And worried that in your devotion, you might have handed your feelings over to Shar... Worried you'd forgotten us.
I'm glad there are some limits. You can give up a lot, but lose everything and you lose yourself entirely.
And that would be a shame, because I've rather enjoyed our time together.
Well, no, not 'enjoyed' exactly. But you did grow on me over time. Like a night orchid.
Or a fungus.
Granted, it was a little... tense at the beginning. But once we got past the threats and the many secrets, you did grow on me. Like a night orchid.
I am very glad to hear it. After all, I rather enjoyed our time together.
A pity, I rather enjoyed our time together. Treasured it, even.
And we are flourishing, by the looks of it. I've never seen you look this comfortable in your own skin.
I can imagine. That sense of family, of connection - it can work near-literal miracles.
And where better to celebrate how far you've come? An old haunt with old friends.
Well, look at you. You've come a long way from the scowling little Sharran I pulled a knife on.
Really? I suppose that's good to hear, after what we went through.
I am flattered you noticed! I have been doing rather well, actually. All things considered.
We've all faced challenges, I'm sure. Your loss of faith, my loss of... the sun.
But the important thing is we survived. And for as long as we survive, we can thrive.
You're looking well. It seems Grand Duking suits you.
Oh, you get used to them quickly enough. At this point you'd look strange without them.
Besides, people care more about the good you've done than how you need your hats tailored.
And you have done an awful lot of good, Wyll. During our time together and every day since then.
Yes, I've seen it. The city pulling together, under their new Grand Duke's leadership. You've been busy.
You're being modest, I see how you've rallied this city behind you - what you've done to restore its glory.
So it would seem - the city is flourishing. The good you've done is to be celebrated.
Wyll, Wyll, Wyll. Have you learned nothing? That's a problem for tomorrow.
Tonight, we are here, together, celebrating the good we've done.
And you're straight from the Hells, if that whiff of brimstone can be trusted. How fares the Blade of Avernus?
I don't doubt it. After the things you've done, there isn't an archdevil out there who isn't watching their back.
That's a good war to fight, though a difficult one to win. There's always more evil out there, my friend.
But let's not dwell on gloom - we've had enough of that already. Tonight is about celebrating past victories and toasting future triumphs.
Yes, once someone like that gets their claws into you, there's only one sure way to get them out again. And it isn't pretty.
Though I admit, I'm surprised the Blade of Frontiers has the time to come mingle with us. If the stories are true, you've been saving lives and doing good all across the land.
So modest after achieving so much? What's the point in being a hero if you just brush off the praise?
Revel in it, Wyll. Let it wash over you - carry you away, even. It's a lot more fun.
Ha! No, I think anyone sporting your horns should know not to judge a person's form before their character.
Ha! No, I've seen your journey. You're not one to judge on form over character. Not anymore at least.
And I must say, for someone who had to face down a dark god, you seem to be doing remarkably well.
What have you been up to? No... relapses, I hope?
I am pleased to hear it. For all our sakes.
Not that I was worried, of course - I knew you'd have this under control.
But I am glad to see you doing well. I'm glad to see us all doing well, in fact. Things turned out rather nicely in the end.
Of course! A very sensible step. The last thing we wanted was another surprise.
Well, I am glad it's been going well.
And you're looking more delicious than ever, if you don't mind me saying.
Whatever you've been doing with your time, it's clearly worked wonders.
Love is a powerful tonic.
I do wonder what could have been between us, sometimes, but... well, that's dead and buried.
You've become a traveller and a vagabond? A soul after my own heart.
But I'm glad to see the world has treated you well - you've earned it. We both have, in fact.
And where better to celebrate our good fortune? An old haunt with old friends.
Ah, so it's the healthy glow you get from being a good person? That explains my pallor.
And fate let you get away with that? Not one improbable adventure landed on your doorstep? I'm impressed.
Of course! I'd be disappointed with anything less - you always brought a wonderful sense of fun to the world.
Well of course not, darling! We've all seen what you can do against a giant, floating brain - a vampire will be a walk in the graveyard after that
But however it turns out, this isn't the last Faerûn has seen of us. Sooner or later, we will be back
Don't tell me you want to get back to the fight already? Relax, my love - enjoy yourself.
Well, look who decided to turn up.
After everything, this feels nice - a chance to take a breath... Metaphorically speaking.
Gods, this is nice. Fresh air, no hordes of demons trying to kill us - this plane does have its benefits.
So, how are you doing? Your engine isn't giving you any trouble?
I'm glad you're having a good time, my love. It's a night to be savoured.
I know, you start to forget what peace feels like. Best savour this time while we can.
I doubt tomorrow is on the cards, alas. But we can still enjoy tonight.
How have our friends fared without us? Falling apart, I assume?
By the gods, this evening can't end soon enough.
And? Enjoying our little break from the Hells?
Savour it while you can, my love. Tomorrow the fun begins again.
Really? We get to kill as much as we like, and consequences be damned.
An understandable urge. This place is dull by comparison, but...
I admit, I do miss the luxuries of this plane. What I wouldn't give for a silk bed...
But don't fear, we'll have that engine of yours fixed before you know it. And then we can return in all our glory.
And? How have our dear friends been without us to guide and protect them?
Really? Are you sure? I was certain they'd be half-dead and begging us to take them back.
Well, miracles never cease.
Still, it is good to see them. And good for them to see us, side by side, flourishing.
We do turn every head the moment we walk into a room. And rightly so.
And I am blessed to share it with you, my love.
I may have power, but it would be nothing without you. You complete me.
And together, we are unstoppable. So Heavens help the fool that tries to get in our way.
No, I can see more than enough from here.
No, everything I want is standing right here.
But you should go - mingle, chat, laugh. Have fun, my love.
And if our friends drop any interesting secrets, bring them right back to me.
Until then, I'll be here. But don't fret, I will be watching. I am always watching.
I almost wish they would. It's been some time since we've seen a real challenge.
Of course, my darling. Look at us!
We share a palace, share power, live lives eternal in each other's arms. What more could anyone want?
Gods, not this again.
I give you wealth, power, pleasure - every decadence that can be afforded to a person? But you'd rather - what - sleep in the dirt again?
You are my consort, and I will see you living the very best life. Even if you don't appreciate it.
Why don't you go and mingle? Have fun with your so-called friends. I'll be here when you're done.
Already done.
Really? I'm amazed they're doing as well as that - I was sure every one would be half-dead in the muck.
Well of course they do! They were never anything without us leading them.
I'm amazed they've even survived this long, honestly.
Yes, well, that's to be expected. They never were anything without us.
Well, look who it is!
So how are you enjoying the Hells, my dear? I assume they're darling as ever?
Ha! Oh bless you, but no. I am living a life better than most can dream of - I'm not trading these silks for scorched rags.
Yes, if anyone can laugh in the face of damnation, she certainly can. You are lucky to have her.
Oh, don't spoil the mood. We're here to have a good time, after all - reminiscing with old friends.
The feeling is extremely mutual, my dear. This plane is so very dull without you.
At least I assume it's you in there. You squids all look basically the same.
So tell me, what have you been doing since this travesty?
Of course not. I'm sure you only want what's best for Baldur's Gate, after all.
Just as I do.
A purely selfless act, I'm sure. After all, you only want what's best for Baldur's Gate.
Really? Really? Gods, people will accept anything...
Oh, that is so sweet.
I hope you're not expecting me to say it back, because... well.
No, I imagine not. What with your face and all...
But, you did save the city. That has to count for... something?
So, you really did it - you became a god. It almost makes my ascension look trivial.
You must love it - all that power at your fingertips? All those followers, worshipping you?
You can't be serious. You miss being weak? Falling ill? Ageing?
We can be honest with each other, Gale - one immortal being to another: this is great.
A god after my own heart, but I am more than happy with my ambitions. And I'm sure they will only grow.
I am a little surprised you came, I thought this plane would bore a god. All these petty mortals and their mayfly lives.
But I suppose we should be grateful you blessed us with your presence. Praise be.
Of course! I've tried to taste everything this world has to offer.
Well, not this world, exactly, but a world.
Can't you tell? Karlach and I have been traversing the Hells.
I do miss the luxuries this plane has to offer, but I must say - Avernus is second to none when it comes to bloodshed.
I can slaughter legions of beasts down there and there's always another one just over the horizon.
It has been an experience. And a rather wonderful one at that.
Awful? It's wonderful! We can kill as much as we like and damn the consequences.
It will grow tiresome eventually, but I hope we can find something to fix darling Karlach's engine before then.
You wound me. A little bloodlust doth not a psychopath make.
You should know that better than anyone.
Anyway, I imagine the killing will grow tiresome in time. Hopefully then we can return to Faerûn and start building a base of power through fear and manipulation.
It has been a joy! I've been rediscovering what it means to be alive - more or less.
I've been out seeing the world, visiting cities charming dignitaries, and making friends up and down the Sword Coast.
I'm spinning my web. Power grows slowly, but I have nothing but time now.
Rather wonderfully, actually. I have been making all sorts of new friends.
They're the kinds of friends that would see me burn the first chance they get, but that's all in the nature of the game, isn't it?
But the important thing is I am doing wonderfully. Finally having a life that's worth living.
And who knows what's next? There is an entire world out there, ready for the taking.
Perhaps the next time we meet, we'll have grander conquests to toast.
You see, this is why I always liked you. You can see the big picture - what needs to be done.
I did miss you, you know. There is a sense of loneliness that comes with power.
We did share a wonderful adventure, you and I. A pity to see it end, in some ways.
But we have great new lives stretching out before us. And great new adventures to go on.
I will never forget the time we spent together, though. And I know you'll never forget me.
Until next time, darling.
Ha! Oh they are welcome to try. I could use a new trophy for my wall.
I did miss you, you know. You always had such unique ideas about the world.
I appreciate your candour. Even if you couldn't be more wrong.
You know, I did miss you - you were never afraid to stand up to me. Now almost everyone is.
Try to wound me all you like, but I'm so much better than he ever was.
I achieved what he only dreamed about. And now my ambitions can take me anywhere I want.
Oh my boy, don't be like that - the Gate is more than big enough for us both.
Anyway, it's not like Baldur's Gate is the only city in Faerûn. I have plenty of options.
Oh I wouldn't say 'ruler', any old fool can sit on a throne. I would be more of a... puppet master?
For all my freedom to walk in the sun, it's still much more fun to pull the strings of power from the shadows.
Not that everyone's on board, of course. Our friend Wyll is a stubbornly capable Grand Duke. It's been difficult to get much past him, although I will keep trying.
Cazador's mansion has become my palace and played host to every kind of banquet, soiree, and masquerade imaginable.
And of course has seen its fair share of hedonism, clandestine deals, and the occasional disappearance. Whatever it takes to build up my influence over those who matter.
If you'd rather waste your time with them, you're entirely welcome to.
But not to worry, I'm sure our paths will cross again.
It's an honour, standing before the most famous wizard in the lands.
You could have been a god, but I suppose 'wizard' will do.
You finally found a place where you could talk all day and everyone had to listen to you? You must be elated.
No, power isn't everything. But it is an awful lot of fun.
Don't get me wrong, darling, you are quite the wizard. Even Elminster's in your shadow now.
I admit, I did expect you to be a little bitter about missing out on godhood. But instead you look... happy. And you wear it well.
But look on the bright side - your life is yours to live. You're not bound to answer prayers or appear in visions or - whatever else gods do.
You may be mortal, but you look... well, happy. And you wear it rather well.
Of course I did - look at me! I have it all - power, riches, influence. What more could I want?
Or... projected? Honestly, if I'd known this was an option, I would have stayed at home too.
Oh yes, the war! Forgive me, it slipped my mind entirely.
It's good to see you too. A pity we can't share a drink, it's been too long, darling.
I have been rather busy, you see. I'm now a man of power and influence - it doesn't leave much time for indulging in treats like this.
Well... Maybe a little. But I'm not complaining - anything that means I get to see my old friends again.
I wasn't sure you'd want to stay on our humble plane. You haven't gone native, have you?
Oh, been indulging your appetite, have you? So have I, as it happens.
You should visit some time. Now that I'm a man of influence, I'm sure we could satisfy any cravings you had.
Esteemed company included, I'm sure. I am a man of influence now, after all.
Lae'zel, was that... a joke? Do you need to lie down?
If you need a place to recuperate, you're more than welcome to visit my palace. It is rather decadent, you know.
The matriarch of the Sharran temple herself! I'm honoured, your Lossness.
I am a little surprised, I wasn't sure you'd come walk among us who have so much.
That doesn't sound especially Sharran of you. But what do I know - I never had much time for gods.
Even if we knew them when they were mere mortals, Gale...
But this is not the night to split hairs. It's a night to celebrate our past and toast our future.
Well of course you did, my sweet. Who wouldn't miss such esteemed company?
You wound me - I thought we had something. Two kindred spirits with shared interests in darkness and grief.
That time locked away in your temple has done you no favours, darling. I've been out in the world, living, and look at me now!
Shar's greatest apostate. Although you seem to be doing rather well without 'the Lady'.
Oh yes? Good for you. I'm sure it's been very emotional and... good.
It's just not especially interesting, that's all. I was really hoping for some sex or violence. You know: something fun.
Yes, that's the spirit! Claiming your place in the world - not letting anyone stand in your way. We're two of a kind, really.
Oh my sweet, so good of you to notice.
I've been living, you see. Sampling every titillation and vice this world has to offer. And it offers a lot.
The Grand Duke himself! Come to walk amongst the plebs?
You're a man of power now, Wyll. However you introduce yourself, you will always be the Grand Duke.
People like us cannot just put on and cast aside the trappings of power. We're special, you and I.
Well, yes, I suppose I am rather special. I've become a man of some influence since we last spent any quality time together.
Well no, I have had a busy schedule. I've been mixing with Baldur's Gate highest society, after all. Making connections, gaining influence - finding my place in this beautiful city of yours.
The Blade of Avernus, fresh from the Hells. And how are you enjoying your infernal crusade?
Alas, not every deal with a devil works out as well as it did for me.
Oh, that is excellent! I had hoped you would cause a little chaos down there. And some carnage to boot by the sounds of it.
Well, it sounds very enjoyable to me, so I trust you're having a darling time.
Well, I shall be sure to let you know if I spot any.
Thankfully we're just two good friends, reminiscing and enjoying life.
The Blade of Frontiers, famed for protecting the weak and slaying monsters. I hope you don't think either will be necessary tonight.
Please, when have I ever behaved?
Ha! Oh no, my boy. I haven't felt weak in a long, long time.
The feeling is very mutual. Even if I was laughing behind your back.
But I am glad you came - and I genuinely mean that. An evening like this would not be the same without you.
My murderous little friend! What have you been up to? Fallen back into old habits?
Well, that's a relief. I didn't want to ruin a perfectly good evening by having to kill you.
Never mind a perfectly good set of clothes. This cloth stains at the slightest drop of blood. It's awful.
Ah, a sensible pastime indeed. You must tell me all about it sometime. I'm sure I'd find it fascinating.
Ah, a mutual interest! You must tell me all about it sometime - if only to make sure our plans don't clash.
My first and oldest friend. The last six months have been kind to you.
A blessing, no less? Well isn't that just darling?
A pity that you let the real blessing slip through your fingers, of course. Though we all make mistakes.
Gods, really? Well, if that's what tickles you, I suppose.
But I am glad to see you're living life to the fullest. We deserve nothing less, you and I.
A soul after my own heart! Assuming you have any soul left, of course.
Ah, travelling far and wide, seeing all this world has to offer. A fine life indeed.
I admit, since my ascension it's been a charmed existence. Everything I ever wanted is right at my fingertips.
We've already had one heart-to-heart - best to leave it at that, don't you think? I'm not sure I can manage another bout of sentimentality.
I'm flattered by the attention, darling, but don't you want to check in with some of our erstwhile companions? I'm sure they've missed you.
You're not done already, surely?
You can't want to go already. Enjoy tonight, celebrate with our sweet friends.
And when you're done, we can get back to enjoying forever together.
We have eternity for chit-chat, my love - the others only get you for tonight. I can't keep you all to myself.
It feels so good. Freedom - true freedom. Finally.
I can feel my strength growing. Every day that passes, I gain new abilities.
And you've changed too, of course. A... different aesthetic, but with such power.
A shame. I was looking forward to having you as my consort. But we can still be powerful allies.
Yes. We will be powerful allies.
Haha! Oh darling, please. I can't have something like this as my lover. The mechanics alone...
No, a simple alliance is far more useful to us both.
I can build up my power here in the light, while you lurk below in the shadows.
Oh, don't be like that. You can't have thought we'd stay together.
It would never work, sweetie. Not when I look like this and you... well, you're monstrous.
And it's such a pity, because you were beautiful. You would have looked magnificent ruling by my side.
But just because you're a monster, it doesn't mean we don't have a glorious future ahead of us.
So come on, darling. Let's show this world what monsters can do.
Exactly my thought! Together, we can rule this city, and the cattle won't even realise it's happening.
I'm offering you a chance to be useful - to be more than the monster you've become. I thought you'd be grateful.
But if you won't accept my kindness, that's on your slimy head.
It is a shame, though. You were something special.
I'll never forget the person you used to be - the beauty I bedded, the warrior I fought beside, the hero that saved this city.
The people may not appreciate you now that you're a grotesque freak, but I do.
After all, you helped me attain perfection. I owe all of this to you, so... thank you.
Now get the hells out of my city.
Excuse me? What plans? Lurking in the sewers, feasting on rat brains?
But fine - if you want to make your own future, have at it. And if you crash and burn, that's on your slimy head.
Excuse me? These are the only games worth playing.
But fine. You don't need my friendship and I don't need you sliming around my palace.
Really? And what does your path include? Lurking in the sewers, feasting on rat brains?
A pity you won't be here to see it.
My love, stuck with this ticking time bomb in your chest. It's nothing short of a tragedy.
How are you feeling?
It's too soon - we need more time together. You need to live your life, damn it.
So return to the Hells and do it - live.
After all, Raphael's gone to wage war against Zariel. She'll be too busy fighting him to come after you.
I'd - I'd even come with you. We can cut our way through the Hells together.
Oh, I've heard. But isn't that part of the fun? Bringing chaos to a whole new realm?
Not to mention, I am the Vampire Ascendant. Where else could I find a worthy challenge?
Why not? Life wouldn't taste half as sweet without you by my side.
Very well, then. Die if you want to, I will carry on regardless.
I will miss you, though. Since the moment we met, you have been spectacular.
I will see you again, my love. I'm not sure how, but if I know anything, it's that death isn't always the end.
Who knows - perhaps we've only just begun.
Karlach? I asked how are -... No. Not your engine.
You know, now that our enemies have fallen, I might be the most powerful person in the world.
And as you're my consort, that makes us the most powerful people in the world.
And that makes us the most powerful couple in the world.
And neither would I. Together, we can do anything.
The world is ours for the taking. So, what would you like?
Then you shall. We'll travel the lands together, tasting everything Faerûn has to offer.
Perhaps we'll find somewhere we'd like to stay for a century or two - perhaps not.
My sweet, I thought you'd never ask.
Of course, you will be a spawn before you can become a true vampire, but that's a small detail.
Then we'll do it tonight. And come the morning, we will be together forever.
We have a beautiful, bloody future to look forward to, my love. I can't be sure what it holds for us, but I know one thing.
This is going to be fun.
This isn't what you want yet. I'm sure you'll come around in your own good time.
But until the moment's right, we can still be together. We can still taste all the delights of this world.
Oh, darling. I love the way you think.
We will need to be careful, of course. There are still powerful forces in the city.
Not least of whom is our friend, the new Grand Duke.
Just when I thought I couldn't love you any more.
Hahaha! Don't be stupid, darling. You're mine, remember?
The tadpole is gone, which means your future is mine to decide.
How lucky you are that I chose you as my consort. Chose you to help me take Baldur's Gate, then sit by my side as I rule it.
There's no backing out now - we'll be together forever. I can promise you that.
Excuse me? You want to leave - now? At my moment of triumph? Have you lost your mind?!
You stupid, ungrateful, little- Fine. Fine! To hells with you, I'll take Baldur's Gate myself.
I don't need you - I don't need anyone. I already have everything I want.
As for you... I wish you well. I'm sure you'll land on your feet.
Perhaps we'll even meet again someday. The future is yet to be written, after all.
My love. You always know the right thing to say.
True, she could be a threat.
True, he has a lot of power at his fingertips. He could be a threat.
True, if he ever branches out from fighting the Infernal, he'd be a formidable threat.
The Absolute may be gone, but others will rise against us. Maybe even our old allies.
We may need a purge or two. Just to secure our position.
Well of course I don't want to. But if they get in my way...
Let's hope they have more sense than that.
Anyway, taking power in this city will need to be a subtle process. We wouldn't want to spook the cattle, after all.
We can start slowly - quietly charming and manipulating key figures, building up our network of puppets.
Before long we'll have our hands on every string in this city, and they will dance however we tell them to.
It is indeed. We can travel the lands together, tasting everything Faerûn has to offer.
Why not? Life wouldn't taste half as sweet without you by my side
My darling, of course! I want nothing more.
Hello darling.
I was just thinking about freedom.
How I'm free of Cazador. How I have a whole new life stretching out in front of me, and you're-...
How neither one of us is free. How Cazador's still out there, and you're-...
Well, what are you? Is the person I loved still in there?
I'm glad. Although I'm not sure what the expectations are around... us?
Do you still want to be together?
As much as I want to, I'm not sure if I can.
I don't know, it is a big change. And as much as I care for you... I don't know.
Maybe it's better if we're friends for now? You're precious to me and I don't want to lose you, but this is a lot.
Perhaps we'll adjust, perhaps we won't, but you mean too much for me to walk away.
So would I. And I hope we can find some place for love in our new - whatever this is.
But even if we can't, I'll never forget the person you were. I'll never forget what you did for this world.
A pity, because we were rather excellent together. A love for the ages...
I'll never forget you. I'll never forget what you did for this world.
And what you did for me.
Thank you, my love. Thank you.
No, I think you're right. It's probably best to leave things here.
I see. And how does this newly-evolved version of you feel about me?
Well. That's that, then.
How I'm free of Cazador. How I have a whole new life stretching out in front of me, and you... you won't be able to join me, will you?
It isn't fair. Not after everything we've been through.
Maybe, but life is what you make it. And I want to make mine with you.
You can't want to die like this, Karlach. Not when you could still go back to the Hells. Not when you could still live.
And if we did it together - if I came with you - who knows what we'd achieve?
I mean it, this is what I want. And it's the smart move.
Think about it: in the Hells I never have to fear the sun, I can kill anyone I want, and I'll be with you.
Don't threaten me with a good time, darling.
This would be different, Karlach. Together, we can face anything - no matter what Avernus throws at us.
And Zariel will be far too busy with Raphael to worry about scouring the plane for you.
Plus, Cazador could search for a thousand years and never find me there.
So, Karlach... What do you say?
Then what are we waiting for, darling?
Let's raze the Hells.
All right. If that's what you want.
But you won't get rid of me so easily, my love. Death isn't always the end of life - that much I know for certain.
And I intend to. I can go anywhere, do anything, indulge in whatever hedonism or carnage I like. Once I stay out of the sun.
So I was thinking; where can I go that is devoid of sunlight, filled with violence, and has the one person I want to spend all my time with?
I see what's happening, Karlach. The end is coming. But it doesn't have to look like this.
How neither one of us is free. How Cazador's still out there - how you're... you're coming to the end, aren't you?
How I'm free of the parasite - free of Cazador. How I'll never be in someone's power again.
We've dealt with the parasite. And you dealt with Cazador. I'll never be in someone's power again.
And all it cost was my life in the sun. Now I belong to the shadows.
So. What happens next?
We are rather good together, aren't we? I never saw myself as a hero, but fighting alongside you has been special.
Maybe we could make a difference out there. Although, I do need to ask...
True, the spawn will need someone to lead them. Otherwise they'll just be a murderous, blood-sucking horde.
Although, I couldn't help but notice you said 'we' should find them.
You - do you think it's possible? I suppose there is a chance.
And if there's a chance, no matter how small, I'm going to take it.
And it would mean setting off on another adventure together.
Is that what you want? Is this what you want?
That does sound tediously boring. Although, if it's with you... maybe?
And I'm sure trouble would find us sooner or later. It always seems to.
I just need to be sure - is this what you want? I mean... this.
I might be free of the parasite, but Cazador's still out there. Without the tadpole's protection, he just has to find me to claim me.
It might be days or years, but he'll come for me eventually. He's inevitable.
True, if we can kill a Netherbrain, we can kill anything.
It's more of a gamble without the tadpoles, but maybe you're right. The best defence is a timely murder...
True, it's a vast world out there; there are plenty of places to hide.
Are you sure you want to do this, though? I mean... this?
I would understand if you wanted to go your own way.
Good, because selfless as I am, I really did not want to let you go.
It certainly is when you're around.
We are rather excellent together, you know. And united, there is nothing we can't do.
I can't say what the future holds for us, but I know we'll be facing it together.
And we're going to have a lot of fun.
You - what? I didn't think you'd actually agree!
How dare you! After all I've done for you - after everything I've sacrificed!
But fine. If that's what you want, so be it.
There are thousands of vampire spawn in the Underdark, just waiting for a leader. I'll find them.
I wish you well out there. Just don't come knocking on my door - I'll have a lot of hungry mouths to feed.
I can make my own way in the world. There's enough of it out there.
And now I can see it all. At night, obviously.
It is a pity, we were rather good together. I'll never forget it.
Goodbye, darling. And good luck.
I'll find some nice, dark place where neither you nor Cazador will ever bother me again.
I suppose you're right. We've been through enough.
You - what? Now? After all this?!
I hoped you would come.
I have missed you. And now you're all mine, and I'm all yours. Until morning at least.
Let's see where the night takes us.
Here's my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. You will come to my bed tonight, won't you?
I'm amazed you managed to keep your mind clear enough to fight, I've been thinking about our last night together ceaselessly.
I'll be in quite a spot of mortal peril if you let me keep distracting myself dreaming instead of doing.
We can't have that, can we? It would be very dangerous.
Oh, I certainly can, it would be my pleasure.
Ah, you need a bit of enticing, let me see.
How about this one:
All these accolades from the Tieflings are nothing compared to the sound of my name, cried from your lips.
Every time I heard the Tieflings cry, I remembered how you sounded crying for me.
Hmm, let me give it another go:
Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation - it's as if the Gods made you just to ruin me.
I can go on all night with the flattery, but is that really all you want?
Well, they worked on you last time, didn't they?
How about if I said these little words... Everyone's favourite...
I love you.
Ah ha, but a rather beautiful lie, nonetheless.
Well, it can be true, if only for tonight.
Now, as much as I relish standing around and saying all my favourite lines at you, I'd much rather we got to experience each others' full portfolio of talents once again.
I'll be waiting.
Oh I don't know. It might be worth it.
I am, it's hard not to with you.
Not half as sweet as when I tasted you.
When I'm with you, I feel practically alive, yet I crave only to die again with you.
By all means, do something less exceptional, and think of me while you're doing it.
If you don't remember how much you enjoyed it last time, I would like to try again, until you can think of nothing else.
I look forward to the day. Meanwhile, my hunger for you will only deepen.
Well, well, excuse me while I die of a broken heart.
In all honesty, it is a shame. That time was special to me. I've gotten on my back ten thousand times or more, and forgotten half of them.
But you... you I'll remember. Have a fine evening, dear.
Don't you love the silence after a massacre? It's just so pure.
Certainly better than pillow talk with your drow lover, hmm?
If you're here to beg forgiveness, save your breath. My cup and I are perfectly happy together.
Well hello. Welcome to my humble party.
What's your poison? Red? White?
I'm afraid it's warm, but needs must.
Ah, a good, full-bodied choice.
You're a conquering hero and you want to drink foaming piss?
Not that I'm judging, of course.
So, what are we drinking to? Other than a pile of corpses.
To victory!
To surviving!
Cheers.
Oh don't be so sour - it's a party.
You did what you had to. Don't be ashamed that you did it well.
And I wish I was drinking out of the skulls of everyone who's ever wronged me. Life is tough.
Although that's not to say we can't have a little fun.
And I wish I was drinking out of Cazador's skull. Life is tough.
Try it. You might have fun.
To fun!
Mmm. Delicious.
So, I see Lae'zel's marked you as her territory.
I just hope she leaves you in one piece. We can't take a tenday for you to recover from whatever her idea of 'fun' is.
So, I see you and Shadowheart have a connection. It looks very sweet.
Not what I'd call 'fun', or 'interesting', but sweet.
Good for you. As for me, I'm going to drink until I'm sure I won't hear you grunting in the bushes.
Ha! No, it so rarely is. But it might be fun.
Ha! No, my love, I'm not jealous of the beating our gith friend will give you.
As for me, I'm going to drink until I know I won't hear you grunting in the bushes.
Here's to you!
Ha! No, my love, you and Shadowheart can hold hands all you want. It means nothing to me.
Ha! No, my love, I'm not jealous of the drow. You have all the fun you want - if you survive the night.
So, I see you and the drow have been making eyes at each other.
She does seem like a fun romp. As long as she doesn't bite your head off halfway through the act.
So, has anyone in the camp caught your eye?
There's no better way to unwind after a long day of killing.
Really? Her?
I'm sure she is. If you can trust her not to bite your head off once you've done the deed.
Ha! You're braver than I thought.
Whatever makes you happy, I suppose. As long as you don't come scratching at my door.
By the hells. Sex, my dear! Or whatever you can manage given your... situation.
By the hells. Sex, my dear. A night of passion.
Oh, a little talking, a little drinking, and - once everyone else is asleep - we get to know each other.
I can replace those brutal fantasies of yours with desires you'll find much harder to push away.
Does Lae'zel know that? I saw how she looked at you earlier.
I'd hate to get between the gith and her trophy. No, I think we'll end this evening as friends.
Does Shadowheart know that? I saw how she looked at you earlier.
I don't know what her idea of a good time is, but it seems to involve you. I'd hate to intrude.
Does the drow know that? I saw how she looked at you earlier.
Be careful with that one. Her idea of a good time probably involves biting your head off halfway through the act.
Although I'm sure you'd know better than I would.
Really? I thought you had other company planned this evening, and I'd hate to intrude.
Watch maybe, but not intrude.
Well, I'd hate to get in the way of a well-laid plan. So to speak.
Let's wait until things quieten down a bit. Once the others are asleep, we'll find each other.
Indeed you will, my love. Indeed you will.
Never listen to your second thoughts! They always spoil the fun.
But fine. If you're determined to ruin your evening, I won't stop you.
I'm flattered, but I think not. It's not you, you understand, it's me.
I have standards.
Nothing? How can you be so cruel?
Come on. There's a spark here. I know you've felt it too, darling.
I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone with taste.
But have it your way. I'm happy to entertain myself.
You are an insolent little pup, aren't you?
Please.
You insolent little-
Fine. Enjoy your night with whatever goblin will have you.
Cheeky little pup. I'll see you later.
Suit yourself. I've more than enough company.
Ha! All right, to a mountain of corpses!
Your funeral.
I'll give you red.
What's your poison? I have - ah.
I'm afraid I'm all out. This party is more humble than I'd like.
Although you're doing well enough on your own. I see Lae'zel's marked you as her territory.
Although you're doing well enough on your own. I see you and Shadowheart have a connection. It looks very sweet.
Although you're doing well enough on your own. I saw how the drow looked at you.
So, given that we are fresh out of alcohol for you, what shall we get up to?
There's no better way to unwind after a long day of killing
I can replace those brutal fantasies of yours with desires you'll find much harder to push away
Well hello. What's on your mind?
Are you now? Well, lucky her.
Well, you have fun. I'm more than happy with my cup anyway.
A bed and so much more.
Please, don't count me out just because of your condition. I'm always up for a challenge.
Not quite yet, love. Let's wait until they're asleep.
Do you mind? I have a bottle to finish.
How about some rest? It's been quite an evening.
Oh don't come crawling back. It's just embarrassing.
I saw you getting a lecture from our magical friend.
I have to say, I thought you'd look worse, but no. Not a tentacle to be seen.
It's unexpected, but we shan't complain.
I'm not taking anything for granted, of course. First sign of change and I'll have to stop that pretty little heart of yours.
Naturally. But I was thinking: what if it doesn't?
Yet'.
Of course, first sign of change and I'll have to stop that pretty little heart of yours.
I am open to suggestions. Knives, poison, strangulation - whatever you'd prefer.
Well, that's a little dramatic, don't you think?
Well now you're just being close-minded. There are some lovely ways to go.
I've watched urchins freeze to death on the street. It looks peaceful - just like falling asleep.
Come on, humour me. If you had to choose...
Then I suppose we'll just see what happens.
Don't worry, darling. I like you. I'm sure I'll make the right choice.
Oh, I see how it is.
Fine, but if they botch it - don't come bleeding to me.
A classic! One good thrust to the heart and you're gone.
We need a good blade, of course. Don't want to waste time hacking and prodding with a dinner knife...
A fine choice! I can think of some nightshades that are deliciously fatal.
If they're mixed well, you'll just close your eyes and drift away. And if they're not...
Well, I'm getting ahead of myself. This is all a worst case scenario, obviously.
If the last day has taught me anything, it's that the impossible is more likely than you think.
Now, let's get some rest? The sooner we start tomorrow, the better our chances of keeping this hypothetical.
Ha! Oh, my boy. I'd like to see you try.
Ha! Oh, my dear. I'd like to see you try.
See you in the morning. Sweet dreams, darling.
Don't be so pig-headed, I'm being practical.
How much damage will you cause if you transform? How much blood can you bear to have on your hands?
So can I.
I like you. Rest assured, whatever happens, I'll make the right choice.
Sweet dreams, darling.
Ha! I do like you, you know. You've got fire.
Whatever happens, I'll make the right choice.
I don't think poison is for me. Nor stabbing, come to think of it.
I've always felt decapitation was a fine choice. One good swing and then - nothing.
But we were talking about you. What'll it be?
A fine choice. Now, to use sword or axe? Or a saw? Hmm.
Indeed you could. We're all doing surprisingly well, given the circumstances.
Sounds like you've been learning all about your gruesome future.
So. Not a tentacle to be seen.
I saw our gith friend inspecting you.
Bit of a grim mood tonight. Sounds like the others don't relish the thought of sprouting tentacles.
Understandable. Can't say I'm a fan either. It's just hard to join in when all of this feels so new.
Your magician seems dour tonight. Must not relish the idea of sprouting tentacles.
Do you mind? I'm brooding.
Your gith friend seems on edge. Mustn't relish the thought of sprouting tentacles.
Shadowheart seems jumpy. Must not relish the thought of sprouting tentacles.
So, we're resting here? Turning in for the night?
I suppose. I'm not sure what I expected, really. This is all a little new.
It's all a little new to me, I admit.
No, I'm more than happy to put my feet up. I'm just not used to this.
The night normally means bustling streets, bursting taverns.
Curling up in the dirt and resting is... a little novel.
I'm in no place to rest yet. Today has been a lot.
I'll be awake awhile yet. Today has been a lot.
I need some time to think things through. To process this.
You sleep. I'll keep watch.
You rest. I'll keep watch.
The pleasure is all mine. Sweet dreams.
Suit yourself. Sweet dreams.
You know, if you want to spend time with me you only have to say so.
But suit yourself. I'm sure we'll drift off at some point.
Ah, no - tea isn't really my drink.
I'll be awake awhile anyway. I need some time to think things through. To process this.
Good morning. How do you feel?
It'll pass. Just be glad I'm not a 'true' vampire.
Be grateful I'm not a 'true' vampire, then.
A bite from them and you might wake up as a vampire spawn, like my good self. All of a vampire's hunger, but few of their powers.
A pity. Just be grateful I'm not a 'true' vampire.
Morning. I hope last night's little unpleasantness hasn't left a bad taste in your-
Well. I hope there are no bad feelings.
Indeed it could. These are very helpful in a fight.
Of course, I can't summon wolves or turn to mist like a 'true' vampire. Being a spawn has its drawbacks.
Oh, I have no idea. By rights I should be cinders in this light. But someone - or something - is keeping me alive.
And you're lucky I'm not a 'true' vampire. Last night could have gone very differently if I'd magically summoned a pack of wolves.
Alas, I'm just a spawn. All of the hunger, few of the powers.
Oh no, I should be cinders in this light. I hadn't seen the sun for two hundred years before we crashed here.
Oh, I've no idea. For two hundred years, the sun would have turned me to cinders. Until the crash, when I woke up bathed in its light.
Perhaps I am. For two hundred years, the sun would have turned me to cinders. Now I stand here like it's nothing.
Someone - or something - wants me alive. They've changed the rules.
Standing in the sun, wading through a river, wandering into homes without an invitation - they're all perfectly mundane activities now.
As for my other quirks - well, we can figure those out in time.
That's my theory, but who knows?
Oh you're such a sweetheart.
I'm just glad you're being sensible about this. I was worried you might wake up and grab your torch and pitchfork.
But now that the air's clear, we should probably get moving. There's a long day ahead of us.
I'm just glad you're being sensible about these revelations. I was worried people might turn up with torches and pitchforks.
Although there's still time.
He's not wrong. We're bound together, no matter what comes.
They're not wrong. We're bound together, no matter what comes.
Quite the opposite. I'm here in the spirit of openness and honesty, to work together as a team.
I wouldn't recommend it. I won't get you, but the mind flayers might.
There now. We're all friends again.
Shall we go? There's a long day ahead of us.
No more surprises. You have my word.
I wouldn't say that. Even the most powerful vampires in history couldn't survive in the sun, but it seems I can.
She's not wrong. We're bound together, no matter what comes.
You know, I never pictured myself as a hero.
Never thought I'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that I'm here...
I hate it. This is awful.
We killed some goblins to save some tieflings. The tally of lives didn't change much.
But what do I get for all my hard work? A pat on the head and vinegar for wine.
By all means, go and enjoy yourself.
I'll be here, waiting for the sunrise.
I'm just looking for a little more excitement. A little more fun.
By the hells. Sex. Passion. Fun.
It's easy for some. I see Lae'zel's marked you as her territory.
I'm sure it'll be adequate.
Serious or not, it's something.
Ha! No, my love, you and Shadowheart can get up to whatever you want. It means nothing to me.
Ha! No, my love, I'm not jealous of the walking encyclopaedia.
Ha! No, my love, I'm not jealous of the tiefling.
But you go ahead. Have fun.
Ha! No. If he had an incubus instead of that cambion? That might be a different story.
Ha! No, I've seen enough blades in my time.
It's easy for some. You and Shadowheart seem to have a connection. It looks very sweet.
Not what I'd call 'passionate', or 'interesting', but sweet.
It's easy for some, of course. You and Gale seem to be getting on very well.
I wonder if he uses magic in the bedroom? That could go very well or very badly.
It's easy for some, of course. You and Wyll seem to be getting on very well.
Are you looking forward to seeing his 'Blade of Frontiers'? I hope it's more greatsword than dagger.
It's easy for some, of course. You and Karlach seem to be getting on very well.
It's none of my business, of course. I wouldn't want to intrude.
Watch, maybe, but never intrude.
Not with you, just to be clear.
I mean, can you imagine? Urgh. No.
Anyway, don't let me keep you. I'm sure you have someone else to sniff around.
Nothing so dramatic. Just you and me and - well, maybe a little death? Figuratively speaking.
Not at all! I was hoping for companionship and - well, maybe a little death. Figuratively speaking.
Do you think Lae'zel would approve? I saw how she looked at you earlier.
Do you think Shadowheart would approve? I saw how she looked at you earlier.
Do you think Gale would approve? I saw how he looked at you earlier.
Do you think Karlach would approve? I saw how she looked at you earlier.
Do you think Wyll would approve? I saw how he looked at you earlier.
No, I wouldn't want to get in the middle of whatever that is. We'll end tonight as friends.
Well, that'd certainly spice up this evening.
Let's wait until things quieten down. Once the others are asleep, we'll find each other.
All right, but don't take too long. You're not the only tasty morsel around here.
Never listen to your second thoughts. They always spoil the fun.
Don't be so sour. I like a good time as much as anyone.
You know, we could always make our own entertainment, darling. Get a little closer, so to speak.
And here I mistook you for someone with taste. A pity.
Fine. Enjoy your night with whatever beast will have you.
Will you now? Don't take too long. You're not the only tasty morsel here.
Cheeky. I'll see you then.
That's a 'no' to fun, then?
See what I mean? Awful.
All I want is a little fun. Is that so much to ask?
Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, hunters on my trail, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.
That means I have to survive tonight. And this party.
Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.
True. That was fun.
Still, I would've liked more for my trouble than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.
I hope you're not here to beg. It's so unbecoming.
Funny, but unbecoming.
You're eager, aren't you? But we need to wait a little longer.
Once everyone's in their bedrolls, we'll slip out of ours and find each other.
Do you mind? I'm very busy.
Are you now? Well, lucky him.
Thank you so much for telling me. Now please do piss off.
Having fun yet?
If you're looking for another shot, I'm afraid you've missed it.
Do you mind? I was rather enjoying my view of the ceiling.
It's something of a novelty. I'm usually quite busy at night, but now I'm just lying here and thinking.
I'll forgive you. I'm mostly just thinking anyway.
It's quite a sight.
The stars, I mean. I could take or leave your chin.
I am. I've been thinking.
No, just thinking.
Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring, when we find the druid.
Will he know how to bring the worm under control? Will this little adventure of ours be over?
Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring, when we meet this goblin priestess.
Will she know how to bring the worm under control? Will this little adventure of ours be over?
Good! I don't want you to run off just yet.
A pity. A great pity.
You're quite the ally, after all. Traversing Avernus. Surviving the crash. Surviving everything that's followed...
Ha! Why not?
You've been to the Hells and back. Survived the crash. Survived everything that's followed.
I'm not normally impressed by people of your stature, but you're stronger than I gave you credit for.
I'm not easily impressed by people, but you're stronger than I gave you credit for.
You have your charms... more than you think.
Oh, you're no fun.
Aren't you just...
Yes, we're more similar than I thought...
Hmm? Oh, I was leagues away. I just need to...
...get some air. Clear my head.
I'll see you later, I'm sure. Sleep tight.
Was I? I just...
...I just need to get some air. Clear my head.
Heavens forbid. I've learned my lesson. I just...
Sleep tight. I'll see you later, I'm sure.
A delicious thought, but...
The right moment...
...I'm sorry, I - I need to clear my head.
Hmm? Yes! Of course, me too.
I think I'll just - just clear my head.
Of course. Terribly sorry.
I was just going anyway. I need to clear my head.
I'm sure I'll see you when I get back. Sleep tight.
Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring, when we arrive at this gith crèche.
Will we find out how to bring the worm under control? Will this little adventure of ours be over?
Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring, when we get to this hag's teahouse.
Reflecting on what tomorrow might bring.
I can see the stars from Baldur's Gate, of course, but not with such clarity. It got me thinking.
You know, I've been thinking.
Focus on the pain in your back - try to understand what he's carving.
Push the pain away, try to banish the memory.
Do not resist. Let your mind wander as it will.
We delivered the devil. Now I want what I'm owed - we had a deal.
Even if I wanted to walk away from all of this, I can't. Cazador won't let me.
I'd appreciate a little less enthusiasm when it comes to Cazador and his horrors.
Hmm...
I was... contemplating. It's a lot to take in.
What do you think I should do?
The end of my life among them. Just when I was starting to enjoy it.
How long do you think I can run? He has eternity to find me.
He'll never leave me alone. I didn't think he would when I was just one more wretched toy for him to play with.
But if I'm the key to this power he craves, he'll hunt me to the ends of Faerûn.
I hate how right you are.
I knew he wouldn't leave me alone even when I was just another wretched toy for him to play with.
The idea definitely has appeal.
I could get rid of the worm in my head and still walk in the sun. I'd finally be free of the hunger.
And if I'm the key to this deal of Cazador's, perhaps I can turn this to my advantage...
I need to take the fight to him.
And I need you to help me.
Once we deal with the tadpole, I'll be back to my nocturnal self. When you're being hunted by vampires, the dark is the worst place to hide.
I need to deal with Cazador while I still have any kind of advantage over him.
If you won't risk taking him on for my sake, think of the innocent souls he'll sacrifice in this ritual.
Do you think it's so simple?
It's a lot to take in.
A line with a fork and one - two - three dots?
Bloody Infernal - how is anyone meant to read this garbage?
I am perfectly capable, thank you. This isn't your concern.
Well find something else to gawp at. I'm busy and I don't need your help.
What? I - well, maybe you could have a look.
And? What can you see?
And? What does it say?
An infernal pact? But not even the whole text?
What was that bastard up to?
More dangerous than you thought, perhaps. I've never had any doubt.
But if Cazador drew up a contract with someone in the Hells, then we need details from Raphael. There must be immense power on the line.
But if this is part of a contract, it must be powerful. Or valuable. Or both.
It matters! It's carved into my back - whatever this is, it's part of me.
No wonder he wants me back. What have I run off with...
What have I run off with...
Infernal? Are you sure? Can you show me?
What in the hells...
What did he do to me?
I have absolutely no idea. But it's no poem.
No! No, let's keep this between ourselves. At least until we know what it means.
Two centuries carrying this, and I can finally see it.
None at all...
It doesn't look like a poem. It doesn't look like anything I recognise.
I'm sure he can. A shame it took a deal with a devil to unravel this.
Still, I've made my bed with Raphael. We'll know soon enough.
Thank you. It never really occurred to me to ask for help, and - well...
I suppose 'thank you' covered it, really. But I do mean it. I'm grateful - for all of this.
When Cazador first carved this on me, I didn't fight back. I couldn't. I just knelt there as it happened to me.
But now that I'm free of him, now that I have a choice, I will do whatever it takes to fight. I'll pay any price to undo what he did to me.
Thank you, by the way. This may not be your fight exactly, but you're willing to help. That means a lot.
No. I could have missed it, of course, but I doubt it.
Cazador was only figuratively hellish - there were never any devils hanging about the crypt.
Whatever he's left carved in my flesh, it's a mystery to me.
Thank you, by the way. This is... well, it's something.
Will we? How... sweet.
Given the subject matter, I probably won't.
Hells forbid.
I'm sure, but what will it say?
I wasn't his only spawn. And he tortured us all - I imagine each of us are carrying a piece of this infernal contract.
But what could a devil have offered Cazador? He had wealth, power, control - what more could you want?
Perplexed. This was a surprise, and Cazador's surprises are never good.
Then again, even he couldn't know I'd be kidnapped. Whatever he planned, it's gone wrong. Which gives us an advantage.
If it's a poem at all...
It's not a poem? That can't be good.
What are these symbols? There must be something you can tell me about them?
Why would he write a poem in Infernal? Why would he write anything in Infernal?
It's a surprise. And Cazador's surprises are never good.
Useless. Why do I even bother with you?
At least I still have the devil. He'll deliver, even if it's at a price.
I thought you could help me, but no - I'll have to make my own way. As usual.
Tell me what it says!
You sweetheart. But while you're here, maybe there's something else you could look at?
Ah! What are you doing?
Wait - I'm sorry. You caught me by surprise, that's all.
I've been tracing the scars on my back with my fingers, trying to read them by touch, but I can't. They may as well be written in Rashemi.
Good. This is personal and we're travelling companions, not friends.
I - well, if you must know, I've been trying to make out the scars on my back.
I can't see them, so I've been trying to feel my way about, but they may as well be written in Rashemi.
I was minding my own business. If only everyone was so considerate.
Listen, we travel together, but we're not friends. I'm not about to share anything with someone I can't trust.
It's - ah, well...
...I have no idea. I've been trying to trace the words, but they may as well be written in Rashemi.
I - this isn't your problem, you know.
No! Wait - here.
All right then.
...That had better be a joke.
I can't read it with a mirror and it seems I can't read it with my hands either.
So... I was wondering if maybe - perhaps - you might be able to...
Can you read what's on my damned back? Please.
It's a sonnet about minding your own damn business.
I - I suppose it couldn't hurt.
It's my back. My skin. My business.
I don't need help. And certainly not from you.
Now, if you don't mind - piss off.
Peace at last.
Oh, it's you. Well, I'm glad you like them.
A gift from Cazador, written in flesh. I think it says 'mind your own damn business'.
A gift from Cazador, written in flesh. Apparently it's a poem, but I've never read it.
Ah! There you are. I admit, I got curious.
Ah! It's you.
I admit, I was curious, but it's hardly your concern. I'm happy to do this alone.
I - F - or is it an E? Is it even a letter?
What damned language is this?
Ah! What the hells are you - wait, did you say Infernal?
I don't know. Not that.
But you can read it? You can tell me what it says?
Never mind. It's not your concern.
Yes, but you can read it? You can tell me what it says?
Of course not. Why would I expect anything else?
Still, you're not the only person in the world that can read Infernal. I'll do this on my own. As I always do.
Very true. This is nothing to concern yourself with.
Did you not get enough of an eyeful back with Raphael?
Although you can read Infernal...
Although I've been able to make out exactly none of this on my own...
I thought maybe if I could read them myself, we wouldn't have to play whatever game that devil's concocting, but it's no use.
I do hate that he just... revealed everything to you, by the way. I would have liked to tell you in my own time.
Approximately... zero words? Thereabouts.
In my own time.
I'm not one to drop my guard and trust the first person who flounces up to me after we crash out of the sky.
I'll know soon enough. The devil will deliver, once the price is right.
I've been wearing these scars for so many years, I started to feel around back there. Try to figure out what poem Cazador cut into me.
I couldn't make out much the first time I tried, but I recognised that jagged Hells-script. Hence, approaching Raphael.
There you are! My friend.
Are you now? Don't make promises you can't keep, darling.
Thankfully I've had my needs met this evening. I found a bear.
He took a little of my blood, I took all of his.
I mean - I think it was a bear? Big head, four legs, hair that gets stuck in your teeth.
Whatever it was, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
So's any meal worth having.
It's nothing compared to - well, other things I could be dining on. But significantly better than the rats and bugs Cazador served me.
You're comparing plonk to vintage wine. You can make merry with either, but they are not the same.
But Cazador fed me rats and bugs. And when you're used to drinking from a sewer, even plonk is a marked improvement.
You think I'd kill you, just like that? Darling, I would never!
I still need you.
Anyway, the bear will sustain me. And it's a marked improvement over the rats and flies Cazador would feed me.
It was exactly as appetising as you'd think.
Not at all! Blood is life essence. And some creatures have so much more life than others.
Cazador gave me just enough to keep me - well, 'alive', for lack of a better word. But never more than that.
Still, that was the past. I'll never have to grovel for him again.
Exactly! I can be better than him. Stronger. More powerful. More -
- oh, you meant 'be kinder'? Pet bunnies, that sort of thing?
I've no objection to being nice, of course. Once I have the power to bend others to my will.
I don't intend to grovel before anyone!
The mind flayers gave us power, but left us to our own devices. Whatever they had planned for us, they failed.
And now I'm left with this gift: the strength to take my own freedom. I'm not afraid to use it, and you shouldn't be either.
Well - look at us. We've never been more powerful.
And being able to walk in the sunlight opens a lot of doors for me. Maybe some coffins too.
No, these tadpoles are a gift I intend to use to the fullest. You should do the same.
I existed, that was enough for him. He revelled in having power over me.
Because those with power can do whatever the hell they want.
Well... yes.
You can't look at the world and tell me I'm wrong.
Is it? What good is freedom if I'm always watching the shadows?
No, I'll be safe when I'm powerful enough to grind Cazador into the dust. Powerful enough to do whatever the hell I want.
They're doing a piss poor job, then.
The strong had two centuries to pluck me from torture, but no one came. No, it was the mind flayers that rescued me.
They gave me a gift: the strength to take my own freedom. I'm embracing this power - you should too.
Oh I hope so. A little corruption sounds fun.
I spent centuries as the victim of a corrupt man. It was the mind flayers that plucked me away from that.
Let them. Heroes are half the damn problem. Fools that believe in right and wrong - good and evil.
Heroes didn't save me from Cazador: mind flayers did.
Indeed they are. Now that I can walk in the sun - well, that opens all manner of doors.
It could open some coffins too.
Oh, that. A scratch. I ran afoul of a bear.
I have drunk. Not alcohol, of course. A bear.
Whatever it was, I thoroughly enjoyed it
Come on, come on. What are you hiding?
Can you summon the dead? Bring them back? Can you - ugh, can you shut up and let me read?
What? No - not you.
I was just perusing this little find and - WILL YOU SHUT UP?!
Forgive me. This book reads you more than you read it.
I mean it plays with your mind. There are secrets here, but the book has spirits. They fight you every step of the way.
No, there's something in here. But the voices - the spirits in the book won't let me see it.
I almost reached the end before they drove me out. And drove me all but mad.
I got deep into the pages of this book before they drove me out. And almost drove me mad.
Now every time I open it, the voices surge back into my mind. I can't reason with them - they exist to protect that book.
No! He's not eating this one. It's too valuable.
No! You're not eating this one. It's too valuable.
Generous, but I'd prefer to keep it. It may be rather valuable.
I don't know. That's the point - they're secret.
Maybe. Maybe not. It's hard to know what's lurking in here.
Someone went through a lot of trouble to protect this tome. It has to be something more than a book of cantrips.
Still, I doubt this will help us with our parasites. Maybe it's better to put it aside for now.
Indeed. As long as the spirits remember their mission, the book is a lost cause.
And I should rest. This has all been a lot.
As long as those spirits remember their mission, I doubt it. Keeping the book safe is all they know.
But still, we live in hope. Figuratively speaking.
It's a book of necromancy, full of secrets about controlling the dead, returning the dead to life, and who knows what else.
Whatever's in here, it might give me an edge over Cazador. Or free me from him entirely.
Although I can't make any progress as long as those spirits remember their mission. It seems to be all they know.
Still. If nothing else, maybe I can beat Cazador to death with it.
Whatever's in here, it might give me an edge over my old master Cazador. Or free me from him entirely.
Trust me, the spirits won't be any kinder to you. As long as they remember their duty to protect this book, no one's getting in.
Anyway, I'd rather keep it where I can see it. Its time will come, I'm sure.
No! There's something in here - I know it.
I wouldn't be trying to reason with them if 'murder' was an option, would I?
They're too strong for that. They must be hiding something good.
Perhaps. But would that damage the tome itself?
I can't risk it. There's something valuable in here.
Thank you, very helpful. But I can't risk it. There's something valuable in here.
I only read one page before their maddening whispers drove me away.
I barely opened it when they started whispering from the shadows.
I can't. I feel a connection with it, but the spirits within fight me at every step.
What? No. I - I'm fine.
No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe Wyll...
No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe Shadowheart...
No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe the gith...
No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe Gale...
I can't. I won't. Now - stop!
Let. Me. Go! Ah... Hello.
A unique read, certainly. A tome of necromancy, guarded by spirits.
I'm not sure. A dance with death, maybe.
This is a powerful book of necromancy, but it's guarded by spirits.
Of course I'm not. It's just - it gets to you.
No, I won't kill them! Well, maybe the tiefling...
No - stop it - I won't kill them!
Just tell me what I need to know. Tell me your secrets.
You know, I was just thinking about you. Remembering our little encounter in the night.
The very same. It obviously put me off your neck, but now I can't help but wonder how the others taste.
You can rest easy, I don't intend a repeat performance. Although I do wonder how the others might taste.
Not that anyone's volunteered, it's just an idle fancy.
No, that's the thing. I can't quite figure them out.
We still need them. That doesn't stop me from wondering, of course.
And I am very grateful. It did get me thinking about the others, though. How they might taste.
There you are, I was just thinking about you. And that delicious moment we shared the other night.
The very same. I've had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told? You were my first.
Pity, you're tastier than you know. And you were my first.
Yes, I'm still rather tender, now that you mention it.
I admit, I may have been a little eager. But can you blame me? You were my first.
And I am deeply sorry. I was overeager - but can you blame me? You were my first.
In all these years, I've only ever fed on beasts. Drinking the blood of thinking creatures is a different thing entirely.
You were delectable. And now I just can't help but wonder how the others taste.
Alas. It doesn't hurt to ponder the question, though.
You're a sweetheart, but you don't need to worry - I'm just thinking out loud.
Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around. I'm a man of tremendous appetites.
I don't think they'd volunteer, of course, but it doesn't make me any less curious.
I'm all too familiar with Gale's blood, unfortunately. I can't recommend it.
Take Gale, for example. He strikes me as someone whose blood is rich, refined like a well-aged brandy.
But Karlach? A tiefling seasoned by hellsfire? What could she possibly taste like?
Take Wyll, for example. A man of the people, very palatable, like a sweet cider.
Take Shadowheart, for example. She strikes me as having a heavy, enigmatic flavour - vintage port on two legs.
Take Karlach, for example, her blood aged in the Hells. She's potent, like a fiery whiskey.
But the gith? What in the hells would she taste like?
Yes, heavens forbid we'd have an interesting conversation.
Still, I am intrigued by the possibilities...
Absolutely. A mere thought experiment.
Relax, we're just talking.
So - in the spirit of theoretical questions - if you had to take a bite from one of them, who would it be?
I do appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's try to restrain ourselves a little.
Oh no, don't be disgusting.
I just mean a sip of their blood. No mastication required.
What? I was only making conversation!
Honestly, you have no sense of fun.
Ah, a refined palate! I can't disagree.
Although the more I think on it, the hungrier I get. I'd better go find something I can actually get my teeth into.
There's nothing that tasty lurking out in the woods, but I'll make do. Sweet dreams.
Nothing out there will taste as good as the alternatives, but I'll make do. Sweet dreams.
Don't tempt me, darling.
Mmm, a meal that would put up a fight. An adventurous choice.
A fine choice. She is enticing.
Interesting. I always thought he'd taste a little too sweet.
A brave choice.
Oh, I'm flattered. Who knew you had such taste?
Unfortunately, all this talk is getting me hungry. I'd better find something I can actually sink my teeth into.
No one's getting killed, I swear. We're just two friends talking.
But Shadowheart? I have no idea. How do you think our little enigma would taste?
Ohh, that sounds very appealing. I'm almost convinced.
And Wyll? Well, I'm not quite sure. How do you think he'd taste?
Spoil sport.
I'm not going to bite any of them. They don't seem as accommodating as you were.
I appreciate your restraint. It would have spoiled the mood - you were my first, after all.
Looking at something?
The only benefit to a mirror when you have my condition.
It doesn't quite make up for the lack of a reflection, mind you.
I'm looking too, but not seeing very much.
Another quirk of my affliction.
Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it.
It's an indulgence, I'll grant you, but a weakness? A well-presented face can open a lot of doors.
Not that I've seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and its eyes turned red.
To you, maybe. To me it's just another thing Cazador took.
I've never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.
I... I don't know. I can't remember.
My face is just some dark shape in my past. Another thing I've lost.
And what do you see, exactly?
I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see.
Funny. And what do you see, exactly?
Oh. Go on...
Very good. Now just tell me I'm beautiful and we can call it a day.
This is meant to be flattery, not poetry. Just tell me I'm beautiful and we can call it a day.
Observant.
Mirrors aren't much use, but being reflected in someone else's eyes?
Well, I could do worse.
How dare you! I thought we had something special.
Still. You're nice too.
I'd better get some beauty sleep. It seems I need it if I'm to catch up with the competition.
Hardly. There's also gold, sex, revenge - quite the list, really.
But failing any of those, I will always settle for shallow praise.
My - what? But I don't...
...Excuse me.
Gods above. Would it kill you to dispense a compliment?
Excuse me? I'm an eternally young vampire, not your doting grandmother.
You can do better. What else?
...Right. I, um...
Let's leave it there, shall we? It's been a long day and I've had all the compliments I can take.
Oh pardon, I didn't want to inconvenience you with my age-old curse.
Have a good night.
Ageing? What do you mean 'ageing'?
I'm a vampire - forever young.
What are you talking about? My skin isn't... is it?
Really? Anything in particular?
Is it? What do you see when you look at me?
Suit yourself.
I can still taste that vile drow in my throat.
I don't know what I am.
Throwing your body at someone becomes second nature. And I just did it again.
Yes it was.
It's all right. I didn't expect myself to feel anything.
I forced myself to bite her.
I'm so used to my body being used as a tool to get what someone else wants. But I'm free now. It shouldn't be like that.
So you say.
I've seduced people who repulsed me more times than I can count.
It should've just been another moment of disgust for greater reward.
And you pushed me.
Huh. We shouldn't be involved with each other any more. I'll sleep alone.
What a novel idea!
I didn't think twice when the moment came, but now I can't get it off my mind.
Really? After something like that, you think that's what I'm looking for?
I was just defiled by that creature, and you let it happen. You made it happen!
For you maybe.
I want to thank you.
For what you said while I was in front of that vile drow.
I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my Master. What I wanted, how I felt about what I was doing, it never mattered.
You could have asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn't. And I'm grateful.
It's a novel concept, I admit. And a little intimidating.
It would have been so easy to bite her. To just go along with what I was being told to do.
A moment of disgust to force myself through. And then I could have carried on, just like before.
The entire reason for my existence was to seduce anything with a pulse.
And every instinct I have tells me that nothing's changed. That I'm still just a means to an end.
You made me see I never stopped thinking like I was still his slave, even in freedom.
But I'm more than that. More than a thing to be used.
You... you are full of surprises, aren't you?
Honestly, I have no idea what we're doing. Or what comes next.
But I know that this? This is nice.
Hah! Why that almost sounds like a challenge.
I... don't know. It's been so long since I've had to decide what I wanted.
I- I would like that.
I've held more people than I can count. An infinite parade of lovers.
But a friend? I can't think of a single one.
Until you.
It's a shame, but I don't want to risk treating you like you were one of his victims.
Yes. I suppose there's not much point in me if I won't have sex. My only talent, I'm fully aware.
Perhaps it's better if we don't continue with whatever this was. Perhaps we'll both be better for it.
I tried to pick beautiful people where I could, but there were so many over the years. After a while you stop caring.
It's easy to judge a situation when you're not in it.
Of course, I needed protection.
People don't trust vampires - perhaps understandably - so I needed to get someone on my side. And seducing you was easy, frankly.
So imagine how stupid I felt when I started to genuinely feel something for you.
Trust me, I was not happy about it. You were a complication I didn't see coming. And yet...
Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm as surprised as you are.
It's just... it would have been so easy to bite her. To just go along with what I was being told to do.
It's been so long since I've had to make these decisions for myself. I won't lie, it's a daunting prospect.
I- I'm not sure if I should.
I don't think I want you to think of me in terms of sex.
I don't know if I want anyone to.
As a person? Would that be so much to ask?
Of course I am - look at you!
You're a vision. And you're so much more than that.
...I don't know what to think. I don't know what I want.
I suppose it has felt different with you...
I suppose... If this is what you want, then I shall provide.
Sigh.
It's almost funny.
This is all a game to you, isn't it?
No matter what I say, it doesn't matter. Not if you get what you want.
Well, you got what you wanted. An apology doesn't mean much at this point.
Of course I did, I know that dance better than anyone. But I always felt nothing.
Not last night, though. Last night I felt miserable, and it was a revelation.
For as long as I can remember, I've been used by others. Controlled and puppeted for someone else's pleasure. But not anymore.
Whatever we had - whatever this was - it's over.
I didn't know how to say no.
But I do now.
It's a game I'm tired of playing. Being used.
I thought I could bear sleeping with you, to try and get you on my side.
Now I couldn't stand to do it again.
Unfortunate, because you're going to hear it.
You stood up for me earlier, when that wretched drow was insisting I bite her. I appreciated it, that's all.
Excuse me? This might be the first honest thing I've ever told you and you're 'not interested'?
It seems I was wrong about you. About us.
...I don't know what to think. I don't know what I want
Do you have a moment? I think we need to talk.
Something like that. Except... not that at all.
Oh yes, I'm fine. I just-... feel awful.
Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan - seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you'd never turn on me.
It was easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it.
And all I had to do was not fall for you... Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.
You -... you're incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.
I just don't know what 'real' looks like. Not after two hundred years playing the rake.
Of course they did - that's the problem! Or part of it.
Being close to someone - any kind intimacy - was something I performed to lure people back for him.
Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels... tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing.
I don't know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I'd like to.
Of course I was attracted to you. Look at you, for goodness' sake!
I - yes, all right. I can understand.
Oh it's nothing terrible, it's just-... well, maybe it is a little terrible.
A quiet evening, for once. Perfect for two people who'd like to take some time to themselves, if you catch my meaning.
And I do mean sex, to be clear. We've been waiting long enough.
Let's find our own little piece of nowhere. Somewhere we can lose ourselves and forget all this madness.
There's a secluded place nearby that should do nicely. Wait until the others are asleep, then come and find me there.
Indeed you will, my love. I can't wait.
Excuse me? After everything you said before?
All right, but it's very much your loss.
Of course, only if you want to.
But trust me - you do want to.
But trust me - you do want to
I can't believe you let me do that. Killing all those people.
A pleasant surprise.
You sweet, sweet thing. I want what's best for you too, of course.
Of course, whatever you need to tell yourself, darling.
But make no mistake, I will forever remember what you did for me today.
And one wicked turn deserves another.
So, tell me what you desire. What can I do for my dearest pet?
Oh don't be such a humourless little wretch - it's nothing but a joke.
Life's a joke, dear, but now we're the ones laughing.
Truly? And what was I supposed to learn from this?
Who's to say I don't? I'm willing to share all of this with you. What's that if not love?
Of course if that's not enough - if you need something more - perhaps this isn't for you?
Don't you ever compare me to him! Never!
How dare you stand there and judge me. As you know the first thing.
Please, everything is about power. Sex, relationships, violence - they're all just different forms of control.
And now you think you can stand there and tell me how to feel? Because - what? Because you care?
Your hands are bloody as mine, darling. Why would you go along with any of this just to pretend you're innocent now?
Oh my sweet, there are no vampires like me. And there never will be again.
But if you want the gift of eternity, I can certainly offer you that. One little bite is all it would take.
It would mean your salvation. Your eternity, despite that thing inside you.
You want to live forever, don't you? To be mine, forever?
That's what you want, isn't it? To be mine? Forever?
Karlach, my love. I'm the Vampire Ascendant - there's nothing I can't do.
You wouldn't just be some spawn - you're far more than that to me.
My dark consort. My right hand. My most beloved spawn.
Then it's everything you shall recieve.
I will miss that all-consuming heat of yours, mind.
I will miss the heat from those scales, though.
I will miss this warm flesh, mind you.
And you will! All in good time.
But we mustn't rush these things. You may need time to adjust.
Oh don't be like that, I'd never want to control you. I love you.
Oh that was completely different, I'd never hurt you. I love you.
That's what you've been waiting to hear, isn't it? That's what you want?
We could be together for eternity, ruling this world side by side. We could have it all.
I knew you'd come around.
Are you ready, my darling?
You haven't seen my power, darling. You don't know the things I can do.
I am indomitable, Karlach. Nothing can stop me - least of all your hot-blooded self.
I have been waiting so long for you.
Come, give yourself to me.
Shall we have one last night together before you join me in immortality? One for the road, so to speak.
Impatient are we? Well who am I to deny you?
Not having second thoughts, are we?
Then come with me, my love, and live your final night.
On your knees, darling.
Hush love, it's all right. You don't have to worry.
Forget about your engine. Forget about control. I'll take care of everything.
Bad girl.
Bad boy.
Tut tut. Very bad.
You're missing the chance of a lifetime. You will never have another like me.
It won't take me until the end of time to find another like you.
Tonight, I shall drink every drop of your blood.
Own your body, kill your mind.
It will only hurt a bit, the pleasure will be far greater than the pain.
Gods - NO! ARGH!
How dare you! How could you? I was trying to help you, but you're beyond help.
Get away from me - get out of my sight!
You have given me everything. Thank you.
Argh! How DARE you!
To hells with you, I'm done. I hope you rot.
It seems I misjudged you. I thought we might have a future together - even an eternity - but perhaps you're not worthy.
So. What's it to be, darling? Is this it?
Of course we can. You're the one that I want - the one that I love.
And you could be so much more, if you want it. One little bite and you could be mine forever.
A pity, then. We could have had something truly special.
I won't forget what you've done for me. I won't leave you to fight this alone.
You came so far, only to slip now. Such a pity.
There you are. The real you shows himself at last.
There you are. The real you shows herself at last.
There you are. The real you shows themselves at last.
We are bound until the end, you and I. But there will be an end.
Until then, you can enjoy my company. You can benefit from my power. But you will not be in my heart.
Good luck with the brain, darling.
Without me, you'll need it.
I already have everything. Except you by my side.
Are you ready to join me? To accept this immortal gift?
What's not to want? We could be together for all time.
What do you mean? Think of the things I can offer you! You're not going to say no to that, surely?
But if you want the gift of eternity, I can give you that. One more bite is all it would take.
You've earned it.
But don't you want more - don't you want eternity? One more bite is all it would take?
Well, what's done is done. And there's simply no point in dwelling on the past, is there?
No, you have given me a glorious new future.
Indeed you do. I am so very, very powerful - all thanks to you.
I am indomitable, Karlach. Nothing can stop me - least of all your hot-blooded self
Tut tut. Very bad
What do you mean? Think of the things I can offer you! You're not going to say no to that, surely
I should probably start getting used to the shadows again. Who knows how long I have left in the sun?
Maybe, but even if I could control it, it's a dangerous game.
I'd spend every day waiting for something to go wrong. For the tadpole to find some new trick, reassert itself, and make me a slave again.
I know. That doesn't mean it stings any less.
No, I made the right choice. Although I do regret the options I had.
I'm glad I still have the power to surprise you. Even if it's the only power I have left.
Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom.
I think I do.
Assuming we survive, of course. Because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.
I'll have to. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.
There's... something I'd like to show you, if that's all right? Something out in the city.
This way. It's not far.
Nearly two hundred years and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there.
I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt.
Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting.
From that day on I was his. Until today.
Maybe, but he did take it. There's almost nothing left of the person I was. Just a name on a rock.
Exhilarating. Terrifying. Exhausting.
For nearly two centuries I stalked the streets like a ghost while the person I was lay here, dead and buried.
Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.
I feel the same.
You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do.
I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don't want to lose that.
Well. I should probably fix this.
I've been dead in the ground for long enough. It's time to try living again.
With everything that life has to offer.
And here I thought I was the dangerous one. But I'm not so frightening after all, am I?
That's... interesting. I might even say I like it. And as for you and me, well, I'm willing to wait.
A great deal. But nothing I can act on without burning to a crisp. But I'm willing to wait.
If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded.
You know, I didn't care for you when we first met.
But I do now. Being with you is about more than lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance.
I love you. I love this. And I want it all.
We don't have to rush into anything tonight.
We might not have forever, but we do have all the time we need.
Unless we die horribly tomorrow. Which is always a strong possibility.
Come on, let's get back to the camp. Who knows how long before the others go feral without us there to guide them?
Come on, let's get back to the camp. If a night of passion isn't on the cards, a night of rest would be very, very welcome.
I guess that depends on what your idea of 'a little fun' is.
Of course. That... that would mean a lot.
Cute.
That's the question, isn't it?
I will endeavour to please.
If it has, it might be for the best.
You... I want you.
Oh, I hadn't forgotten. But with you here, I am... dare I say 'optimistic' about our chances?
It doesn't wipe away the stain he left on the world, though.
Perhaps, but some things are classics for a reason.
The enthusiasm is appreciated, but hopefully not.
You couldn't wait ten seconds before being an absolute freak?
Something I haven't shown anyone else.
I'll try to restrain myself if you do. Shall we?
Less giving up, more reassessing what I want. What I really want.
I thought things would feel different when he was gone. That I'd be revelling in my freedom.
Instead I just feel... blank? I suppose not wielding the blade myself makes a difference. It's all a little anti-climactic.
Cazador took up so much room in my life - my memories of him, my need for revenge. Now there's just a blank space where he used to be.
Assuming I have a life to build. It's a little hard to plan anything knowing there's still a tadpole burrowing its way through your brain.
Perhaps. But it'd be worse again to pretend it never happened.
Of course now that I'm free from one threat, we'll have to face the other: the tadpoles that let me walk in the light.
Controlling them may still be an option, but it's a dangerous game.
I'd live with the risk of something going wrong. Of the tadpole finding some new trick, reasserting itself, and making me a slave again.
No, I don't expect you to be. You did what you thought was right. Even if you were objectively wrong.
The only reason I can still walk in the day, you mean? Yes, we will have to do something about them.
I do hope you'll be comfortable in our little camp.
Would you like a tour? We can start with my tent, if you like.
Very well. There's no accounting for taste.
I feel safer already, having a bard around the camp.
Not at all! I just wonder, which is better at felling a goblin - a ballad or a jig?
Your expertise is noted.
Come on, get up.
I have to do everything.
All right, I'm coming.
Coming, coming.
What a mess.
Me to the rescue...
Where would you be without me?
A friend in need.
This should help.
Someone needs a little help.
A little boost.
Just a moment.
Let's do it.
To the death!
Yes!
Delicious.
Sounds like fun.
Let's play.
Come on then.
You're mine.
Spill some blood.
Break them.
No escape.
With pleasure.
Make it hurt.
Feel their anguish.
Mutilate them.
Stop lying about.
Mistook you for a corpse.
If I must.
Why? They'll only fall again.
I'm carrying these people.
Can't we leave them there?
The crows will be disappointed.
Get up.
Useless.
A waste of flesh.
Get up. Move!
The dirt nap comes later.
Of course you need saving.
Don't die yet.
Try to keep fighting.
You're bleeding. Again.
Oh for Gods' sake.
I won't always save you.
Do I have to do everything?
Of course you need help.
An anchor around my neck.
How have you survived this long?
All right.
Just be quick.
Keep it quick.
Be brief.
Here we go.
Hello chum.
A little small talk.
To the death.
Time for some fun.
About time.
Delightful.
Happy days.
Finally.
At last.
Let's dance.
Time to die.
Let's have some fun.
Time to kill.
This feels good.
Let's turn someone inside out.
Shall we cut and run?
I've missed this.
Shall we dance?
The dance macabre.
Who's next?
Go for the throat.
I feel alive.
Can you feel death's cold grip?
There's blood in the air.
Let's spill some blood.
I'm ready.
Let's have some carnage.
Hungry for the slaughter.
Time for a cull.
Outmanoeuvre them.
On the way.
Keep them guessing.
This will do nicely.
Moving.
With finesse.
Quickly!
Let's move.
Be quick.
On my way.
Don't linger.
Step quick.
This way.
Over here.
Yes, here.
Time to move.
A better position.
Let's have a rummage.
A little chicanery.
Some mild larceny.
Don't look now...
What can we rescue?
The softest touch.
Let's cut a purse.
A very pinchable pocket.
They'll feel this.
Give me an edge.
Add a little bite.
Elemental, my dear.
An extra bite.
Infuse it.
Salvation is here.
Your saviour is here.
I've got you.
Need a hand?
It's not your day, is it?
Tripped, did you?
Let's clean this up.
Bad place for a nap.
Neither the time nor the place.
Typical.
Not the time!
Hardly a good time.
Get up, damn it!
Up, damn it!
On your feet.
Up. Now!
I swear...
You'd be dead without me.
Get back in the fight.
You can die later.
Die on your own time.
Get up!
Up. Hurry!
You're wasting my time.
Get up and kill something!
Let's try to survive, hmm?
Let's see here.
Very well then.
Interesting.
What have we here?
Let's see.
How about this?
Oh hello.
Hello lover.
Pity we're just talking.
Time for a word.
Lend me your ear.
A little tête-à -tête.
Some repartee.
Just a talk, then.
A quiet little word.
Let's gossip.
Lucky I'm here.
Here you go.
Better safe than stiff.
Time to go.
And now we go.
Like candy from a gnome.
Back to the fight.
A quick profit.
Stay in the fight.
A helping hand.
You are not dying.
It's not your time.
Let's not die yet.
Stay with me.
Hold on, I'm coming.
Not your best moment.
Hardly the place.
Be there in a moment.
Help is here.
We need you alive.
Hardly the time, dear.
Really, darling?
Let's get you free.
Let's get you moving.
People need killing, darling.
Don't worry, I've got you.
It's all right, I'm here.
Just a moment...
Death doesn't become you.
Don't worry, I'm here.
Stay strong, darling.
You're not going down.
A little pick-me-up.
Healing touch.
Of course they fell.
Naturally they fell.
You can die on your own time.
You're not dead yet.
Rest when you're dead.
Does this look like camp to you?
You're useless dead.
Let's try this.
Let's not dally.
Quick and easy.
Quickly.
A little spice.
Devious.
A nice touch.
Something extra.
A sticky situation.
I'm coming.
Tsk tsk. Really, darling?
You look good helpless.
Maybe they like being restrained?
You'll be free soon.
Oh I shouldn't laugh.
In a spot of bother, hmm?
I'm trying to focus on murder.
*Humming.*
I shot a svirfneblin in Menzoberranzan just to watch him die.
I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.
Oh no, is someone stuck?
Is someone stuck?
You're a danger to yourself.
I could just leave them...
I'll help. This time.
Can't they wriggle free?
So helpless...
Oh no.
Damned fool.
Give me patience.
Oh no, they're stuck.
On your feet!
Move, damn it!
You die when I let you.
Up!
Get into the fight!
Useless!
You're wasting time.
Can't you do anything?
You useless little...
Just try to survive.
Are you even trying?
Dying, are you? Typical.
Stop whining.
Remember who saved you.
Just like old times.
Into the shadows.
Leave no trace.
On the hunt.
Now they see me...
Time for a new approach.
They won't know what bit them.
The subtle approach.
We'll do it my way.
Let's have a little fun.
Ready or not...
Let's find some prey.
A quick rummage.
What's in here?
Let's hope for gold.
I wonder...
Don't mind if I do.
I'll just help myself.
Yes, please.
Certainly.
Stop bleeding - it's distracting.
We'll fix what we can.
Try not to die.
You're leaking.
You owe me.
Let's be quick.
Crack it open.
Make it quick.
Picking under pressure.
Not the best timing.
While they're distracted.
Let's crack it open.
Oh for a skeleton key.
A crooked touch.
Easy.
Should be easy.
Hardly a challenge.
Simple.
Let's fix you up.
No more wasted blood.
We need you strong.
Let's play doctor.
We'll patch you up.
Go.
There.
Quick step.
Yes, let's.
Step lightly.
Tread carefully.
Tread lightly.
Over here...
Shall we?
Over there.
Watch your back.
Watch the shadows.
One step at a time.
Subtle steps.
Try not to waste it.
Let's waste a spell - why not?
Just try not to die.
How did you last so long without me?
Do not waste this.
Someone needs help, I see.
Yes, all right.
A little help.
All right, here.
Don't waste this.
You clearly need some help.
Waste of a spell.
Just don't bleed on me.
I should let it fester.
Do I have to touch them?
What's this?
It's mine now.
Well hello.
A little souvenir.
Let's have it.
Into my pocket...
Now? Really?
Let's get it over with.
Must we?
Ugh.
All right. Fine.
Sure. Why not?
My daily penance.
Don't get too close.
I'll try to use small words.
Remember: speak slowly.
Try not to confuse them.
Just avoid big words.
I've seen rocks with more charm.
Naturally.
Ugh. Fine.
From the shadows.
They won't see me coming.
Won't know what bit 'em.
Surprise.
Slowly...
Nice and easy...
Yes...
Let's give someone a surprise.
Let's chat.
Let's talk.
There they are.
Time for a chat.
Time to talk.
They can't even die efficiently.
Of course they need help.
What did I do to deserve this?
Why am I not surprised?
Yes yes, I'll save you.
Must I?
Yes, I'll free you.
I'll get you loose.
You're too pretty to die.
Let's get you up, dear.
Enough lying about.
Hardly the place, darling.
Up you get.
There's life in you yet.
I forbid you from dying.
Come on, get up!
The cavalry is here.
Something different.
Magnificent.
This should work.
We'll try this.
A fine choice.
Give me strength.
Of course they're trapped.
Let's keep to the shadows.
On tippy toes.
Time for discretion.
Neither seen nor heard.
Like a wraith.
Be very, very quiet.
Let's prowl.
Don't just stand there - get me up!
Help me!
What are you staring at?
This doesn't feel right.
This is all your fault.
Come on. Don't let them see you bleed.
You can do this. Get up - get up!
Nice and easy.
Step carefully.
Move unseen.
The element of surprise.
Gently...
Stay low.
Not a sound.
Stepping softly.
Silent as the grave.
Quietly...
There's always something.
A poor investment.
Don't bleed on me.
Let's not waste any blood.
Let's lay on hands.
No, no - that won't do.
The kiss of life.
Stay strong!
Do not let me down.
I swear, if you just die...
Fine, here!
Just try to survive, will you?
All right, I'm coming!
Fine, I'll free you.
Let's get you loose.
Oh for goodness' sake.
Because I've nothing better to do.
Typical!
Good morning, beautiful.
Come on, wake up.
You're too cute to die.
Time to wake up.
Wakey wakey.
Did I say you could die?
Come on, up you get.
There are cozier beds, you know.
What is it?
Mmm?
Quiet...
Really? Now?
Now?
Now what...
If this isn't important...
I was trying to concentrate.
Time for a little death?
Keep your blade close.
Hello you.
Ready.
Quietly now...
I'm just waiting.
Something smells tasty.
Bamboozle them.
They won't expect this.
Won't see this coming.
Do the unexpected.
Hurry...
Let's not waste any more blood, hmm?
Shhh, it's all right.
Up! We need you.
Help is at hand.
Not a good time to lie about.
Get back to killing.
You're not dying today.
I'm not killing them all myself.
There's still killing to do.
You're not a corpse yet.
My patience is running thin.
Of course you're stuck.
Help the idiot.
Worse than useless.
Some don't deserve saving.
I should just leave you.
Keep a blade close.
Trust no one.
What now?
Someone there?
Hello again.
Was the sun always that bright?
Let's see what the day brings.
What a day.
Everything looks new.
Things feel... different.
Keep your distance, darling.
I could get used to this.
How delicious.
Careful. I bite.
Don't touch me.
Let's keep you safe.
No need to thank me.
Here, darling.
Let's be safe.
Just in case.
A fine opportunity.
Quick and quiet.
Cut a purse, then a throat.
Ha! Oh I shouldn't laugh.
Relax, I've got you.
Come on, let's move.
I'll free you.
Your hero is coming.
All right, all right.
Let's get you up.
Come on, move.
Easy, I'm here.
A little chit-chat.
Ah, my friend.
A partner in crime.
Hello there.
What will they say?
My confidant.
That's enough wasted blood.
Let's fix what we can.
Healing. How novel.
Hold still.
Shhh. Just think sneaky thoughts.
Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.
Be very, very quiet - I'm hunting idiots.
I've got a brand new torture chamber, so come and play with me.
Let's grab what we can.
A peek won't hurt.
Just take a peek.
I'll be right back.
While they're busy.
Why do beautiful people taste better? It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.
Ugh. Strahd wouldn't put up with this shit.
More like Drizzt Don't'Urden - no. No that's not funny.
Villains! Dissemble no more, I admit the deed! Tear up the floor - here, here! It is the beating of his hideous hea- oh, no, that's his brain. Where did I leave that heart?
What fun.
Quietly.
With ease.
Easy, I've got you.
Get moving!
Let's go - there's killing to do.
Come on, people need killing.
Not the best.
We need your blade.
Let's go already.
Naughty naughty.
A light touch.
Just to be safe.
Let's grab it.
That's mine.
A fine souvenir.
Let's have that.
It's mine.
I'll take that.
You're wasting blood.
Let's fix that.
Stop bleeding!
Fine, I'll save you.
Someone needs help.
What have you done now?
Not that I'll get any thanks...
Yes, fine.
Your hero is here.
Yes, yes, I'm coming.
What a generous pocket.
Almost too easy.
Sucker.
Bless the oblivious.
Not even a challenge.
You're coming with me.
Do I have to?
Let's keep you cute.
For you, darling.
Who cares about some pig? It's dead - let's go.
Urgh, your blood tastes like bile! What is wrong with you?
Agh! It's hot - gods - it's burning!
The dormitory. This is where the spawn were kept when we were getting neither the carrot nor the stick.
I won't let you do this. I won't let you win.
What in the Hells - I never knew any of this was here.
I can sneak in here. Security shouldn't be too tight, a few charmed innocents, maybe.
And this is the kennel - a wretched little cell Cazador would lock us in when he was displeased.
Behold, one of Cazador's cheapest tricks: an illusionary wall.
And behind it is the kennel - a fetid little cell he'd throw us into when displeased.
Hah! Oh that was very, very satisfying. Who better to test these new powers on?
And who better to be standing by my side than you, who helped me get them?
You're going to suffer for everything you did to me.
What in the hells is happening here?
I entertained our 'guests' here until Cazador appeared and took them away, but I never saw anything like this.
Whatever happened to that girl, it wasn't good.
Ah, the bedrooms. Never once slept in.
This is where I took our 'guests'. I'd entertain them here, until Cazador appeared and... took them away.
No one ever died here, though. Something strange happened to that girl.
I should take a tour. Just to see what the rest are up to.
Just the same old chatter. Does no one here get drunk and spill secrets?
Not one juicy secret to be heard. Such a pity.
Perhaps I should stretch my wings again. Who knows what people are gossiping about.
This seems pretty red. But... urgh - no. Not even close.
Withers certainly knows his wine. Or resurrected an excellent sommelier.
Withers can pluck wine from all over the world, but is there one bottle of fresh blood?
Urgh, rank. I'd take 'rat' over this any day.
Oh, I simply must have this one. It's practically sanguine.
Mmm, divine! I wonder if I could get this for my own cellar.
Hmm. Well, they can't all be winners.
Hello again, beautiful.
I will never get tired of seeing that face.
My children! What a beautiful sight.
She rushed off this morning. Probably some infernal business.
I wouldn't worry. We're better off without her.
Oh, she probably wandered off to kill something adorable.
She rushed off this morning. Wouldn't say why.
Rushed off this morning. He probably remembered an overdue book.
He left. Didn't say why.
I wouldn't worry. We're better off without him.
First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures.
Bite down, careful not to disturb them.
Stop and pull away.
Keep drinking.
Urgh!
You taste like bile! What the hell is wrong with you?
I'm sorry - I didn't want to hurt you!
Tell him everything - the dream, Cazador's orders - all of it.
Tell her everything - the dream, Cazador's orders - all of it.
It won't happen again. You have my word.
It's just a test - I wasn't trying to kill you!
Relax, this is just a bad dream.
Change your mind. You can feed on an animal instead.
No, not them. Leave and find an animal to feed on.
...Shit.
No no - it's not what it looks like, I swear!
I wasn't going to hurt you! I just needed - well, blood.
It's not what you think - I'm not some monster!
I feed on animals! Boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get.
I'm just too slow right now. Too weak.
If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.
At best, I was sure you'd say no. More likely, you'd ram a stake through my ribs.
No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me.
Thank you. Do you think you could trust me just a little further?
I only need a taste, I swear.
Really? I - of course. Not one drop more.
Ah. Of course. I shall be gentle as a babe.
Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?
Mhh? Oh, of course.
That - that was amazing.
Ah! That - that was amazing.
My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel... happy!
Don't be so dramatic. This is just a little transaction between friends.
Ah! Of course.
I was just swept up in the moment.
But it worked. I feel good. Strong. Happy!
But I didn't. And that's what matters.
And look what you've gained. Together, we can take on the world.
You'd toss me aside over this?
It won't happen again, you have my word.
Shouldn't take long. So many people need killing.
Now, if you'll excuse me, you're invigorating, but I need something more filling.
This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it.
You -
Ah! You wretch!
Wretch!
Urgh! Gods! Another drop and I would've burnt a hole from lips to navel. I thought we had that fire under control?
No. Thank you.
Gods! I'd nearly forgotten. I'm so hungry I would've bitten into anything.
Gods! I'd forgotten about your little affliction. Hunger does cloud your senses.
Really? Well, let's see, shall we?
Urgh! You taste like bile. What in the hells is wrong with you?
Clearly.
Well, you're full of surprises.
Safe to say this will never happen again.
No. No, of course, silly of me to even ask.
I'll go and find something on four legs to eat, I suppose.
See you in the morning.
Because we don't have a choice! Not if we're going to save ourselves from these worms.
I need you alive. You need me strong.
Please. Only be a taste, I swear. I'll be well, you'll be fine, and everything can go back to normal.
I - what's this? What's happening?
I - yes. Yes, I ate whatever disgusting vermin my master picked. So you can see why I'm slow to trust you.
But I do trust you. And you can trust me.
This is not the time to start invading each other's minds.
I've never killed anyone! Well, not for food.
I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get.
But it's not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so weak.
Hello? Anyone there?
Master? I was just coming to see you!
Hello? Show yourself!
Absolutely. It's just that I was kidnapped by a tentacle-faced -
Where are you? Show yourself!
Not anymore. I'm free now.
Please, you have to forgive me.
No. Please. Not again!
Try to sneak away.
Finally. Time to see the one controlling these parasites.
Maybe they can be controlled just as easily.
Magic that drains life? Oh dear, someone's out of luck.
Hey! I need some help.
Please? Please come and help me?
Hello? Over here!
You there! Come here - I need help.
Care to share any of Minthara's weaknesses? Or would it take too long to go through them all?
You want to just team up with some blood-stained killer? Because I'm fine with that.
She's almost as scary as you, Lae'zel. So naturally she gets my vote.
Maybe it's just me, but I don't trust someone who worships the god of tyranny to share his power.
|What in the Hells are you planning to do?|
|This is nicely barbaric and vulgar.|
Well? Go on, then - it's rude to keep a goddess waiting.
So... we're just going to stand here and let it kill her? Is that the plan?
Now, now, children - let's not lose our heads. Figuratively or literally.
This is your target? I was expecting a little more from a devil.
Well, that's... not great?
Six months until he's free? You little rat.
Hells. They've taken the Blade to his final frontier.
An astral projection? Clever girl, she's not taking any chances. We shouldn't either.
Heavens forbid. We're all entitled to our secrets.
You're not going to eviscerate him? I was hoping for a show.
Don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the show.
Oh my. This is going to be a fun journey.
What is it? What do you see?
You never know, a walking bomb could come in handy some day. I say he stays.
You'd have us debate? That Netherese jack-in-the-box should be a blip on the horizon by now!
Hells, you actually did it. I'm... happy for you? I think.
You did it. You saw the price of freedom and decided to pay it. I - ... I'm proud of you. Well done.
Yes - all right - that's more than enough comfort and support, thank you.
Just full of surprises, aren't you?
Gods, what now? Do you have a tax collector on your tail?
You think the city will welcome you as grand duke? Horns and all?
People are fickle beasts. What makes you think they'll welcome you as their protector?
The Blade of Avernus!
The Blade of Frontiers!
Grand Duke Ravengard!
Power and prestige? Hail the Grand Duke indeed.
Do they? Well, there must be something to it, then.
Please do - I would love to have you for supper.
I'm so pleased your mind survived the transformation intact. As for the rest of you... well, your mind survived and that's what matters.
You are indomitable, aren't you? I'm so happy for you, Karlach.
So, 'the Blade of Frontiers'? You didn't want to trade it for a flashier name?
Grand Duke Wyll Ravengard. Tell me, should I genuflect or merely bow?
I'll pass on the ale, but the company sounds delightful.
Immortality is only as good as the life you're living. An eternity of luxury sounds a lot better than an eternity of struggle.
Not just a grand duke - Ravengard has more power and influence than anyone.
You're Ravengard's pup? The Ravengard? Well, that is something...
My, my. She really has you by the unmentionables, doesn't she?
Purple, darling. It's the purple seam.
K'ha'ssji'trach'ash. The blighter is called K'ha'ssji'trach'ash.
Wrong, I'm afraid. Bottom right.
Bravo! I didn't think you had it in you.
Just be grateful that my ears can't bleed.
I'm all for thieving, but let's not be hasty. Steal this and the devil will notice.
I heard that moan. It's the incubus, isn't it? Enjoying your body?
Just as I get free from bondage, you fall into it. It'd be funny if it was anyone but you, my love.
I know what it's like to lose control over your own body. It's a wretched thing.
True, infernal creatures can be fickle. Let's hope he gets bored.
I can't imagine getting bored of all that myself, but you never know.
I know what's done is done - you made your vow. But I'm sorry all the same.
I thought the same, once. It didn't last.
That's not the point - you shouldn't have to 'put up with it'.
Care' is a strong word.
It's just a little friendly advice: don't underestimate how this curse will get to your head, in time.
Gods, though I've become untouchable, my precious treasure has been violated still.
Darling, what are you doing? This isn't safe - you can't trust him!
Of course they built an indestructible super-Watcher. Why wouldn't they?
I really hoped we could avoid being pawns for a dark god, but here we are, I suppose.
I'm with you, my dear. Wherever this leads.
I really hope you know what you're doing.
He's right, you're no monster. You've saved me more times than I can count.
You get to start over. To be the person you want to be - not what someone else made you to be.
Time to pay Gortash another visit. I'm sure he'll want to know all about this.
Only one left to slaughter now. It's quite the habit we're building.
Then perhaps we should drop by and surprise Raphael? It'd make a nice change.
There's so many of them. Who the hells are these people?
The elder brain turned her into a meat puppet. What the hells else can it do...
Aww, look who's all grown up.
But you're my leaking blood-bag.
Oh dear. I assure you it's not.
Mother may I. I'm positively starved.
You have no idea...
I'd imagine so - there's no way he'd leave someone as appetising as you alone.
I'm sure that's what he's doing...
Quick to hand someone over, aren't you?
We're all very impressed by your loyalty, but have we considered not aggravating the incredibly powerful archmage?
I do admire your directness, though. Quick and to the point.
Let's get out of here. I've had more than my fill of this place.
Well then, shall we see what this brave new world looks like?
This must be the way up to Cazador's palace? Surely?
Florrick's going to be hung?... Hanged?... Either way, it doesn't sound good.
No! What have you done?!
Oh, look at this place! Gale would be salivating.
I'd be a fool to face Cazador alone. Who knows what tricks he has up those moth-ridden sleeves?
Perhaps I should have kept Cazador's skull. Pity.
Velioth'? Cazador never spoke about his former master.
Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, given how things ended.
A spawn rises up to kill their master - a tale as old as time, it seems.
Suddenly not having any spawn of my own sounds wonderful.
He stole everything, even his precious rules.
Look at you. An 'Avatar of Slaughter', indeed.
I'll never do what he tells me again - I'd rather die.
He has no power over me anymore.
You have become your own master. Deny him.
Feign obedience and acceptance while you seek a means to fight back.
Focus your mind to construct a mental fortress, and shelter within it.
I'll do whatever Cazador wants - just let me go.
This damsel may be middle-aged, but let's get him out of distress.
Well, obviously I'm on my way down now. So if you could just point us in the right direction...
Speak, damn it! What's going on?
Cazador gave the key to Godey? And where is the sadistic old sack of bones?
So, he was keeping notes on me. That would have terrified me, once.
There are inscriptions like this all over the palace. Cazador strictly forbade us from learning the language.
There's writing like this all over the palace - some old, probably dead language of Cazador's. We were strictly forbidden from learning it.
Oh Gods, it can't be...
Ah. Ah-hah... yes, now that you mention it, I may have done... that.
Don't look at me like that - Cazador's orders.
Quite the deviation from my usual routine, of course. Capture, not lure. I didn't bring them in with sweetrolls or anything.
I really forgot about them, felt nothing the moment I handed them over to him.
What are you doing? They're going to tear me to shreds... They'd never forgive me for what I've done.
I was in the prime of my life when I was turned.
Everything was taken from me, too.
Of course I deserve it, but the countless others they'd feed from...
I just... I never want to see these little scraps of misery again. The world doesn't need to know my shame.
Maybe I am. Maybe that's what I have to do.
Might I recommend acquiring a taste for rats? They won't sate your appetite, but they help with the hunger.
I couldn't have put it less delicately if I'd tried.
Thirsty little brats, aren't they?
I suppose there's a good chance they will.
What use is it, though? They're lost, ravenous, feral. They'd attack any mortal on sight.
All these people were ruined because of me.
Well that could have gone better.
I don't know what you mean. I've never seen these children in my life.
How chivalrous of you. As if I need defending from these children.
All these people were ruined because of me
Thousands of names. This couldn't be part of the ritual... could it?
I brought him so many people. So many wasted lives.
A list of each and every soul I owe my power to. Thank you, one and all.
He recorded thousands of names. Were they his victims or something else entirely?
Factions, nobles, politicians - he had information on everyone. If he'd ascended, the city would have been his in a tenday.
Details of who pulls every string in Baldur's Gate. Just what a powerful vampire needs to make this city his puppet.
Thank you, my dearly-departed master. I'll put it to good use.
Guilds, nobles, politicians - if he controlled even a fraction of these, the city could be his and no one would ever know.
This is the grand sacrifice demanded by Bhaal? This?
Nor have I. No matter how hard I try.
I appreciate the thought, but I'm not the person I was the last time we met. And if she can unlock the kind of power she's promising...
Well, hearing her out won't kill us.
Just as long as she knows who belongs to who this time.
Just a look. And if we don't like what we see, we can always kill her later.
Don't worry - if anything happens, I'll protect you.
Well, death never stopped me before. I don't know why it should now.
I appreciate the thought, truly, but if this is something you want to look into...
Oh she doesn't bother me that much. If anything, I pity her.
Don't worry, I can tolerate her.
I would like to see her dead in a ditch, but I can tolerate this.
Now you're happy to leave if I'm uncomfortable? How novel.
I'm fine. Let's just get this over with.
I'll be all right. Let's just get this over with.
No, give yourself some credit. You mostly ruined it all by yourself.
And I will keep refusing until the end of time. I'm done bowing to the whims of others.
Naturally, I always ask first. I'm civilised, unlike you.
She said 'no'. You should learn the meaning of the word.
He said 'no'. You should learn the meaning of the word.
They said 'no'. You should learn the meaning of the word.
If that's her 'formula' I can smell, it's even fouler than her blood. Gods below...
Say no - the only thing she's offering is pain and I don't want to see you hurt.
Do not trust anything this woman says. And certainly don't drink anything she offers you.
What are you doing? That had better go down the drain and not down your gullet.
I trust you haven't forgotten what happened when I drank something she offered? This 'formula' won't be any kinder to you.
Sure, fine - whatever we have to say to escape this woman.
Reeducation' sounds an awful lot like enslavement to me.
That's the Minsc Jaheira's been searching for? Good gods...
First they take Jaheira's friend and then they take her face? Oh she's going to hate that.
What in the hells? I never knew this was here. This was always Cazador's private quarters - only he ever came in here.
Well, him and the unfortunate souls we brought to feed him.
Well that's suspiciously welcoming.
How romantic.
You're new. Cazador never kept guard dogs before.
Excuse me? I will not be ordered around my own house by some blow-in mutt!
Arabella?
Oh good, puns. Because clowns aren't enough of a horror already.
What? No. Don't you dare. This isn't funny.
Of course, what fun! I'm going to fucking kill you.
Yay. Woo.
It's to be expected - some families just don't get along.
Call me cynical, but I'm not sure we can trust the god of tyranny's Chosen to happily share power.
A shapeshifter? It could be anyone.
I mean - it's not me, but it could be anyone else.
I know that look: the 'I'm about to do something incredibly stupid' look. There are enough of them to turn us into paste, so maybe don't? Just this once.
You're bluffing, right? Because those contraptions could turn us to paste.
An ally could be useful, at least for now. And when he's no longer useful - well, we can dispose of him then.
When he says 'punished' do you think he means 'locked up' or 'brutally murdered'?
So, the real man is still in there somewhere.
Sure, we cheated to get here, but you could argue that makes our victory more legitimate.
Oh my love, how could I say no?
Excuse me? I've been happy, thank you very much.
I'm not right now, but whose fault is that?
Guilty as charged. Sometimes literally...
Oh you're very sweet. I wouldn't say no to some gory vengeance personally, but that was an adorable answer.
You're not wrong, but do we need to tell every stranger we meet our business?
You're very funny, did I ever mention that?
Ha! Well, when you look this good...
Well... You were right every time. I almost wish you hadn't been, but you do know me...
I have to say, you know me better than I thought. I'll have to be more mysterious in future.
Well, that was a disaster. Can we call time on this farce? Please?
Really? I mean, yes, but - really? You'd tell whatever stranger just walked up and asked?
Oh I like that answer. Yes, let's go with that.
Oh yes. Yes please.
Urgh, really? Of all the things you could think of - that?
It's a grimace, sweetie. Not off to a great start.
Oh I'm the one you love? Well my dear, how could I say no?
A sweet gesture, but all... this? It's not really for me.
Wait, I'm the one you love? Oh no - oh that's so sad.
But no, there's absolutely no way this is happening.
I found so many victims for Cazador here. They're the kind of people no one would ever miss.
A moment of respite, perhaps.
Karlach? Oh - what is wrong?
Mercy? Please - justice should be a harsh lesson. All the better to deter the next vagabond.
I'd like to try doing things like this again, now I'm free to find my own desires.
And don't worry, I'll dart out if I don't enjoy it faster than I used to run from the sun.
Consider yourself invited! Combined, we've had five hundred years to hone our talents - let's put them to bad use.
What? Really? What could they possibly offer you that I can't do better?
You have a type, don't you? Elven prostitutes? Again? It's rather embarrassing, dear.
Enjoy yourself, of course, but I dearly hope you aren't only having sex because we haven't in a while.
Ahem. Sorry, pet, I'm not quite comfortable with doing this again yet.
Eugh, don't be so nice to me! It makes me want to be nice back.
What a world. I never dreamed I'd be on the paying end in a brothel.
But, our leader here has made the dire mistake of failing to sleep with me so far, and it's a mistake I have been aching to correct.
So eager! You're delicious.
Good, that'll make 'getting lost' even easier. Honestly, kids these days.
All right sweethearts. You dare to dance with a professional, you'll get your desire.
You're looking at me rather curiously. Speak up, tell us what you want to do.
I wish... to drink. And to be drunk.
Me too.
My fair consort, I can't wait to dine upon this four-course meal with you.
Just a figure of speech. I promise not to bite down to the bone.
You haven't earned the right to stare at me like that.
I can't help myself - you look so delicious.
None as beautiful as me.
I hope you like a kiss with teeth, druid.
This is nice. A little tame compared to one of my parties, but it has a quaint charm.
How lovely to see the others doing well. As long as they're not doing too well, of course.
At least it's quiet here. It's good to feel safe again.
I hope the others in the Underdark are behaving themselves without me.
If I get back and they've killed another gnome, I swear - someone's getting impaled.
I have missed this place. And these people.
Well... some of these people.
Why is the night air always sweeter? It's such a rich perfume.
So this is what freedom feels like. Gods, I've missed it.
Gods, this is a nice break from the Hells, though.
I wasn't sold at first, but the forest is rather good for a get-together.
You could scream bloody murder out here and no one would ever know.
It may just be rocks, grass, and dirt, but there is something about this spot. Some magic in the air.
Gah! Who was- No. No, it's all in your head.
Eh! Bloody stupid... something.
Ah! Oh come on…
Ah! Was that-... No. Probably just my mind playing tricks.
So, you made it? Now it really is a party.
Do my eyes deceive me? The gang really is all here.
Let's not be hasty about this. I think this warrants a more private discussion, away from that silver-tentacled illithid.
You're joking. Please tell me you're joking.
My dark forces are at your command today. We have a common goal.
|He did the right thing/he shouldn't have done it - whatever this companion would say about Gale blowing himself up.|
|Poor/brave/selfless/whatever this companion would say about Gale. We owe him a debt we'll never be able to repay.|
|May her flame burn forever bright, wherever she is.|
|A shame to have lost the princebut better to die a hero than live a monster|
|It's good to see you, old friend + additional nodes if needed for reactivity to the mindmeld of what the player mind flayer has been up to.|
|It's been a while... how have you been?|
|Wait is that Tav?|
|Mindflayer!|
|She really is the truest embodiment of her people's spirit.|
|I wonder where she is now?|
|I wonder what the Emperor's been up to?|
|At least he got what he deserved (had his head exploded by the brain OR been killed by us directly.|
|A travesty to have lost such a noble fighter|
|She was a hell of a fighter - she'll be fine.|
|She did good. Real good. It's not fair that she can't be here to reap the rewards, to live her life.|
|How dare you speak ill of him! We owe him our lives.|
Sweet hells! Well, that's what you get.
No - what are you doing? Fight, damn you!
We have to stop it - it's now or never!
Now that I can enjoy the sun without needing their parasite, the mind flayers serve no further purpose.
It's time to exterminate them. To cleanse my city of their filth.
It can be ours, my love. The whole world - we only have to take it.
I know what you're thinking. So let's do it. Let's seize the whole damn world and be reviled together.
We could do it, you know. We could rule the world.
What in all the sweet hells are you doing?!
All right, it's time. Let's end this.
Shut it out. It's on the precipice - push it over.
Gale? You have a look. I'm not sure I care for it.
Well I care for that even less. Let's make sure we prevail, then.
I... I don't know what to say. Thank you.
That's it! We have to use the Netherstones on the Crown - it's the only hope we have.
I know you - I saw you in my dreams.
Well that's just disgusting.
I suppose we'd better honour Gale - perhaps there's a library somewhere that has a bar and a room full of virgins.
I suppose we'd better honour Gale, - perhaps there's a library somewhere that has a bar...
How wonderful, but do try not to limit yourself. You've just saved the world, now is not the time to become boring.
Just remember who your friends are, will you? In case you start to become... well, you know, hungry.
By all means, go and live however you wish. As long as we don't get in each other's way, I'm sure all will be well.
At this point, you've earned it. Just don't start any grand designs, and I'm sure we'll all stay friends.
It's not so bad in the dark. Only about half of the Baldurian sewers are active.
You are braver than I could ever dream to be. I hope we will meet again, on a cloudy night.
The Underdark? You poor thing. I have a palace, you can sleep on one of a hundred couches until you're on your feet.
The Underdark? Now that's a thought. Just not to the Drow - they don't treat pretty boys too kindly. Or any boys at all, really.
The Underdark is a popular option. Just try to avoid the vampire spawn - I can't promise they'll be as friendly as yours truly.
Yes! We should see if the Elfsong's still standing. It's been so long since I've had a fine wine. And we have more than earned it.
Yes! We should see if the Elfsong's still standing. I won't imbibe, but I'll be happy to be away from here, and in your company.
I honestly don't mind what we do, once we get - ow!
What the - oh gods. Oh no.
Well... it was nice while it lasted.
Argh! I'm sorry, I - I have to go!
Although I suppose there is a lot to do here - power to consolidate, a palace to claim. It will take time.
But first, you and I are going to find the most hedonistic establishment in this city, and we are going to have a night that will go down in legend.
After everything, I think I've earned it.
Walk safely into the dark. You were truly tentacular.
I hope the nights and shadows treat you well. You're an odd friend. But, I suppose, a friend still.
You're joking. After everything we've been through, you expect me to do manual labour?
After everything, that's your suggestion? Aren't you tired? I'm tired.
Why stop at Amn? There's a whole world out there - we just have to take it.
It would be good to travel. It's been so long, kidnappings aside.
True, we have served our respective purposes. We're free to go wherever we wish.
Oh, you can't mean that. After all this?
|The Netherbrain is trying to get to us. Hold yourself together!|
Yes, put the poor beast out of its misery.
He gave up everything to save us, Lae'zel. Is this really the best you can offer him?
Lae'zel, darling - there never was one so delicious as you. Until we meet again.
Well, that was a kindness. Can you imagine living like that? Urgh.
He really did give everything for his people - and for us. I hope he finally knows peace.
I'm glad your prince is taking his fate so well. I'd be devastated if I was that ugly.
I'm glad the gith prince is taking his fate so well. I'd be devastated if I was that ugly.
He seems to be taking his new, monstrous form pretty well. Maybe he is worthy to be your prince.
He seems to be taking his new, monstrous form pretty well. Maybe he is worthy to be the gith's prince.
He helped to kill a Netherbrain, only to be slain by one of his own... extraordinary.
He helped to kill a Netherbrain only to be slain by one of his own - a little unnecessary, don't you think?
Although credit where it's due - you were a worthy ally up there. If not for you, that brain may have bested us.
And credit where credit's due - you saved us. You saved this whole city.
It was. Thank you.
Although - well, better you than me.
I'm glad you see it too. Baldur's Gate will never forget what you did - what we did.
Do I? Well I'm sure we can work something out.
For once I will happily admit it - I do. I owe you everything.
Indeed you did - I'll make sure the plebs of this city know who they should thank for their continued existence.
Baldur's Gate will never forget it. And neither will I.
Really? Good gods.
Good! You should always be comfortable in your own skin. Even if that skin is new and... glistening.
Behold my tears.
Apologies. I just got swept up in - well - surviving.
I would say no offence meant, but... well. Look at you.
Oh, eh - sorry. I didn't mean to... well, you know.
Karlach, no - fight it. You're stronger than this, my friend.
Karlach... I... I love you. You taught me the impossible. In all my immortality, I'll never forget you.
What do you think you're doing?
What are you doing?! Stop it!
Perhaps she's retired to camp? She has had a long day.
She must be at camp. I think she was getting a little too hot under the collar.
Hold on - we're a body short. Where's Karlach?
And here I was worried I'd become some grotesque, deformed beast.
And I didn't even have to turn into a mind flayer to do it!
And we didn't even have to turn into mind flayers to do it!
We're free of that stupid parasite. And I'm free to enjoy all the power Cazador left me.
And I'm still standing in the sun. This is incredible! Maybe whatever it changed in me was permanent?
Ha! Victory! Our enemies are dust at our feet.
I - I can't feel the tadpole. It's gone - we're free!
No, stop you fool!
Lae'zel, don't - Stop!
Well that's a pleasant sight. Here's hoping they stay in their own plane.
Speaking of the Astral Plane - aren't you going to join them, Lae'zel?
Now there's a sight to see. Not that I'll miss them.
Now there's a sight to see. Not that I'll miss them... No offence.
Speaking of githyanki, will you be joining them, Lae'zel?
Dead or alive, the Absolute will claim you!
And that's the full set - everything we need to face this brain.
Strange... I miss him. More than I thought I would.
Of course, it did cost us a wizard. But - well, it was his choice.
Of course, it did cost us a wizard. Poor Gale.
The tadpole - I can't feel it anymore. And here I was worried I'd become some grotesque, deformed beast.
The tadpole - I can't feel it anymore. Thanks to that bomb of his, I'm not going to turn into a mind flayer!
The tadpole - I can't feel it anymore. Thanks to that bomb of his, we're not going to turn into mind flayers!
The wizard did it... he really did it. He blew up the brain.
Such ambition - you make me look positively humble.
I can't fault your ambition. I don't know if I'd pick a fight with Mystra myself, but more power to you.
A little demeaning to go running to your god after everything we've achieved, but if that's what it takes to survive...
Of course, your other condition. But if anything can convince your god to do what's right, the Crown can.
Although it seems not everyone is in the mood to celebrate. What's happening in that head of yours, Gale?
Now, Gale, you're looking decidedly 'thinky'. I hope you're not about to spoil this excellent, excellent plan.
Well, that's enough world-saving for one day. If any other existential threats appear, someone else can handle it - we are finding a tavern and celebrating.
Well, if that's everything - and I sincerely hope it is - we should find a tavern and celebrate. We've certainly earned it.
Really? Just like that? All right, but if she reaches for that lute, it's firewood.
As long as she doesn't start serenading me. I've had enough of bad poets singing of my looks.
I'd be careful, little waif, we don't all play nicely.
Oh marvellous, you've already met.
Gods, let her stay if she shuts the hells up.
And? What do you have to say for yourself?
Well of course I would have! Sweet hells, it's not every day you can do a horizontal dance with a devil.
Well of course it meant nothing! She's a devil, she's hardly going to fall in love.
It was a mistake. You didn't invite me!
Were you actually worried I was angry? Oh you sweet little thing - I'm not going to abandon a feast just because someone else had a nibble.
Well of course I'm jealous! It's not every day you can do a horizontal dance with a devil.
So, what was it like? Tell me everything.
Afterwards you felt empty? Alone? Ashamed?
It happens, my dear. Best not to dwell on it. Not if you can move on to the next conquest.
If you want 'healthy' advice, go talk to a druid. I'm just telling you what works.
Well... 'works' might be putting it a little strong, but... makes it feel less terrible, at least.
Well... no, not particularly. But it's better than facing up to it, at least.
That's the spirit, just keep moving forward. And hope the past never catches up to you.
So do I, I've never tried my hand at seducing a devil.
Just remember to fetch me next time. I'd hate to think you were holding out on me.
It does sound divine. You'll have to catch me up on all the gory details later.
Well. I hope I'm not interrupting.
It sounds like death would be a mercy. Let's deliver it.
Some day that soft heart of yours is going to be torn out of your chest.
Finally, we're catching up on our puppet master. And the hunt ends at Moonrise Towers.
Well. I hope your romp was worth it.
What a party. We should do this again.
There you are. I've been waiting.
Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you.
Waiting to have you.
Don't I? You're here. And I don't think you want to talk.
I think you want to be known. To be tasted.
What do any of us want? Pleasure.
Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy.
That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me?
I thought so.
Then let's have some fun.
Believe it or not, I did. You're certainly... different.
But we should probably get back before we're missed. People might talk.
You sleep light. I thought you'd be exhausted.
How dare you - I'm a consummate lover.
I was holding back, if anything. Worried that I might... lose control.
Delicious as you were, I didn't want to go too far.
Now, shall we head back? We should try to get some rest before the sun comes up.
My past isn't exactly a happy story.
I told you that I was a magistrate in Baldur's Gate, but that's only part of it.
The mind flayers weren't my first kidnapping. A long time ago, I crossed Cazador - a powerful man in Baldur's Gate.
He captured me. Kept me for years as his slave.
Yes. It's a poem. My old master considered himself quite the artist.
It was.
Cazador said the scars were his gift. A poem to carry with me.
That was my second kidnapping, when the mind flayers snatched me up.
Not a great improvement, but at least they didn't mutilate me.
It's a poem. A gift from Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas.
It's a poem. A gift from my old master, Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas.
He composed and carved that one over the course of a night. He made a lot of revisions as he went.
Yes. What of it?
Infernal? I... Who knows? The bastard was insane.
Anyway, let's back to camp and our bedrolls. We should try to get some rest tonight.
I don't know, it's not like I can look in a mirror and see.
You've seen enough already.
And if I can't see it, you certainly can't.
Well I can't just check in a mirror, can I?
It doesn't matter anyway. Whatever the bastard wrote, it won't change anything he did to me.
Infernal? I - no. It doesn't matter what it says.
No! I'm not.
Whatever the bastard wrote, it won't change what he did to me.
Now let's get back to camp and our bedrolls. We should try to get some rest tonight.
Finally. I was starting to wonder if immolation would have been easier than talking.
Finally. I'm just glad your performance earlier was better than your pillow talk.
I don't know. I never asked for a reading and it's not like I can just peek in a mirror to see.
And don't feel the need to brag to the others about our little tryst.
I'd hate for anyone to think they can bed me and just talk the night away.
Given the noise you made earlier, I'm sure they already know.
I was holding back a little, it's true. I didn't want to lose control.
Tempting, but this might not be the time or the place.
My thoughts exactly. It's been a fun night so far, but I can feel my bedroll calling.
But we should move. We've got a big day ahead of us, and I can't spend it all chatting to you.
You sleep light. I thought you'd be exhausted after last night.
Now, shall we get on? I want to go before the goblins start waking up.
Anyway, enough pillow talk. Let's go, before the goblins start stirring.
Anyway, enough pillow talk. Let's go, before the tieflings drag us into another mess.
Now let's go. We've wasted enough time already.
Now let's go, before I regret my restraint last night.
Finally. I'm just glad your performance last night was better than your pillow talk.
I'd hate for anyone to think they could bed me and just talk the night away.
Given the noise you made last night, I'm sure they already know.
Now, shall we get on? I want to go before anyone else thanks me for saving their tails.
My thoughts exactly. I want to go before the goblins start waking up.
My thoughts exactly. I want to go before anyone else thanks me for saving their tails.
Really? I thought we had an understanding. A connection.
It seems I was wrong. Pity. You look delicious in the moonlight.
I wasn't going to bite you. I told you this was about pleasure, not hunger.
But if you don't trust me, then I guess even that's off the table.
I wasn't going to bite you. I'm here because I thought we'd have a little fun.
Then what are you doing here?
I thought we had an understanding, but I guess I'll just entertain myself tonight.
This isn't about hunger. It's about pleasure.
Although your condition means tasting you could be a risky proposition. You're quite the forbidden fruit, aren't you?
All denied to us because of what Zariel did to you.
I - you know, I have no idea what to do with you.
Just be' what, exactly? Frustrated? Bored?
What do we do, if not... that?
You think you know the life I've led? The experiences I've had?
You've no idea the stories I could tell, sweet Karlach. But you - you're just -
Urgh! Why is this so difficult? I'd have already bedded you twice if you were normal.
Karlach! You know what I mean.
Or maybe you don't.
There may be an inferno in you, Karlach, but at the end of the day you've been frigid for a decade, isn't that right?
This is impossible - you're impossible!
Suddenly? Darling, you haven't been paying attention.
Listen, it's just -... I'm sorry, all right? Is that what you want?
Not being able to touch you, having to slow down, it's all... I'm just not used to it.
Oh no - don't you tar me with your 'normal' brush. My demons keep me extraordinary.
I - ...I'm sorry, Karlach. It's just, not being able to touch you - having to slow down, it's... I'm just not used to it.
So, can you -... I don't know. Help? Show me what to do?
Karlach, champion of the Hells, wants to talk and then fall asleep?
My dear, you're much more boring than I gave you credit for.
But maybe that's not a bad thing.
All right, Karlach. Let's try it your way.
Well. To quote you: 'Fuck.'
Why don't we put ourselves out of this misery and just sleep? If I can at least look at you, I won't have wasted my whole evening.
Trust me, it's a challenge for both of us.
But what's a sinner to do when faced with the very embodiment of chastity?
This is - well... you know, I have no idea what to do with you.
Trust me, the feeling is exceptionally mutual.
Absolutely not. We've hit our quota for mangy strays.
You haven't spent much time with my family.
It wouldn't be the worst thing he's ever done to us. You know I'm right, sister.
I can. I can stop him, but you have to tell me what you know.
And when he doesn't need you anymore? What then, sister?
You haven't spent much time with my family
What a mess. Well, at least you've met my family now.
What does it matter? There's only six of them. And they are vampire spawn.
No one ever looked out for me. No one ever said a kind thing to me.
You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that.
You say, as a mind flayer thrall who spends their life sorting out other people's problems.
I'm doing this for you, too, you know. To make sure we're both safe. Forever, for good.
But... perhaps there's something in what you say.
Ah, don't sell yourself so short.
I'm glad you know.
We aren't like them. We are better.
Why bother? They seem to like their torturer, now. What does it matter if they end up dead?
Everything has changed. What matters now is that I can stand up to Cazador.
He wouldn't throw away centuries of planning on a scrap like this. They were pulled back just in time.
You don't know what it was like. There was no way out.
Once - in the first decade of my slavery - I found a darling boy who I couldn't bear to bring back to him. So I ran, instead of hurting that sweet man.
After Cazador caught me, the bastard sealed me, starving, inside a dusty tomb, all on my own, for an entire year.
A year of silence. Months of scratching my hands raw, trying to carve my way out. More months of not moving at all. Months wishing only for death.
So don't you ever judge me for doing what Cazador ordered.
Nothing can make up for that. Not even Cazador's death.
But to steal his life's work... that might be something.
No, he didn't. I am still here. And I will fight him until I fight my last.
And while repaying what he did to me is impossible, I am damn well going to steal that bastard's life work. I will become the Ascendant.
Easy to say the words, isn't it?
Yes. They cannot fight his compulsion. But I can, thanks to our wriggling friend.
Ha! He cannot, thanks to our wriggling friend.
He will be furious. And he'll be even more furious when I get to that crypt and stop him.
For what it's worth, thank you. No matter what happens down there, you helped me stand up against him.
You said they could take me? Really?
Ugh. Well, I suppose you knew we could defeat them. I'll try not to think what would have happened if we hadn't.
At least you've met my family now.
And that was your gut response? Really?
I can't tell whether you're a bad liar or a worse jester, but either way, it isn't cute.
Sorry, sweetheart, but consider our little love affair over. I don't want to be with anyone who has kidnapping fantasies about their partner.
Get the hells away from me!
Oh, I'm well aware of what the master needs. But don't we deserve better?
After these centuries of torment, I know what you all want. More than power. More than to walk in the sun.
You want to see him dead.
The Rite of Profane Ascension will be mine, and he won't see a scrap of its glory. I am going to complete the ritual as the Ascendant, and then I am going to kill him.
This is your chance. Stand with me. Name me your new master. We will get our revenge, and you will all live again.
Don't look at me like that. With the sweet little 'disappointed I'm not getting cuddly Astarion' pout. I can't take it. I can't be what you want to see in me.
I'm doing what I have to... I can't be what you want to see in me.
Don't spoil this for me. I almost had them -
Why should we let Cazador have all the fun? After all he's done to us.
Vengeance will taste sweet, paired with Ascension.
You think he's ever kept a promise? He will never let us be free... You all know that.
What a lovely invitation, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I intend to kill him, you see?
Thank you for your unerring support.
This needs to end, one way or another.
They mentioned my scars and a rite... I need to get to that crypt and find out what these damn markings are really for.
And if I refuse to come?
I can beat Cazador. Follow me, help me complete the ritual, and I'll set you free.
What if we joined together? Fought Cazador together?
What ritual? What are you talking about?
Listen to me, this ritual of Cazador's - we're part of it. He's going to sacrifice us all!
I'm not going anywhere with you.
It's a lie - Cazador would never share power with us.
All right, let's go home.
You can teleport now? Cazador doesn't want to lose anyone else, I suppose.
Done, nice and neat. Now, let's report to the lovely Z'rell.
Mercy? You showed goblins mercy? The half-orc won't like this.
I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I'm not sure this is the time or the place.
Oh that's grotesque. Don't stare - you'll only encourage it.
Warm bodies and quick minds? We might have to meet you halfway.
You're not the only one. We've waited long enough.
You, maybe. I'm more than ready.
What are you - no. We are not jumping down there.
Well then, let's not keep her waiting.
Oh, thank goodness. I was worried I'd have to get involved. Now let's keep our hands to ourselves, hmm?
What's happening? Speak to me. Wake up!
Thank goodness - I was almost worried.
Clingy little shit, this Absolute. And She wants to meet...
What in the hells - oh no. Not again.
They don't know what they are - not yet. Unless we taught them to be something else...
There's so many. Enough for an army of mindless slaves.
Can you feel that? The dark, it's... hungry. Best watch the shadows.
Well, we can be grateful for the torches. Without them, those beasts would be on us in no time.
Slippery little bugger, isn't he? He'll be looking for somewhere safe - somewhere where the shadows are nice and strong.
Seems like a fitting punishment for a poet.
A Moonlantern, surely? I would love to have one of those.
Sounds like an opportunity. And it would be nice to surprise the Absolute for once.
I won't have to worry about the sun, at least.
By the gods. One of Lolth's abominations.
Well now, let's not throwing stones. Glass houses and all that.
Strange little beast. I would've made short work of it, once.
You're being held up by a snack. Leave the rodent and let's look around.
Are you really being waylaid by a snack? Let's just look around, vermin be damned.
A fairer deal than I expected.
Wait! Before you go, I have a proposal of my own.
This is serious business, devil.
My old - well, a long time ago someone carved some runes into my back. I'd rather like to know what they say.
Gods damn it.
Yes, fine, we'll kill this damn creature of yours.
Well. Now you know.
I - perhaps I should have, but I'm not used to asking for help and being met with, well... help.
But what's done is done, so how about we stop discussing it and just kill this beast?
Cazador worked on it from dusk until dawn, all with an ancient blade he called his 'needle'. Cutting and tearing, starting over if I screamed or winced too much.
It was a rough night.
It could be infinitely worse. We seem to be rather good at killing things.
Let's just go. Standing here chatting gets us nowhere.
Although I should probably get dressed first...
What's not to like? We kill some horrible beastie, and I get what I want in return. Everyone's happy.
Except the beastie.
Let's not be so hasty - we might enjoy doing the devil's dirty work.
And it's all for a good cause - me.
What are you doing? The devil told us to kill this thing, so let's stop chatting and kill it.
So he's the one who slaughtered the Justiciars - we can kill him now?
Because if he doesn't die, then Raphael won't tell me a damn thing about my scars.
That was incredible - I'm actually impressed! You have a wicked little mind.
Does... does that count as us killing him? That had better count.
Pretty tune for a contract that says 'kill all Justiciars'.
Well? Tell him. We owe the devil nothing.
Either I'm getting dumber or those rats sound a lot smarter than before.
And it is the rats, to be clear. The rats sound smarter.
Rotten meat? That's what gets you going? Well, to each their own.
You are absolutely vile. Gods above.
Well, that's what you get for being greedy.
Can we please kill it this time?
This is what Raphael wants us to kill? Well, if that's what it takes to figure out what these damn scars mean...
Well, at least you purr for me...
Don't do anything stupid - just say he's right and get us out of this!
I do. I have a proposal for you.
My old - well, a long time ago someone carved infernal runes into my back. They are a fragment of a contract. I'd like to know what the full contract says.
I - perhaps I should have. I'm not exactly used to asking for help and being met with, well... help.
But what's done is done, so how about we stop talking about it and just get on with things?
You'll 'get back' to me? This is important, devil. When?
My old - well, a long time ago, someone carved infernal runes into my back. They are a fragment of a contract. I'd like to know what the full contract says.
My old - well, a long time ago, someone carved some runes into my back. I'd rather like to know what they say.
Thaniel? Didn't Halsin mention him? Something something spirit of the land?
Keep your distance. He looks like he could burst any second.
I've seen some grotesques in my time, but this is something else.
He's just like Cazador - utterly insane.
There's a point where bravery becomes stupidity. And walking into that would be very, very stupid.
Is that Arabella's father she's tending? Our little idol thief has some terrible luck.
Is that Arabella's mother she's tending? Our little idol thief has some terrible luck.
A tiefling corpse - odds are that's sweet Arabella's father.
A tiefling corpse - odds are that's sweet Arabella's mother.
Arabella's father. First the druids, now this - our little idol thief has no luck at all.
Not a good end. Doubly so if your little girl's asking strangers to find you.
A pity - she was fun.
Well that's disturbing. Still better than having an actual conversation with him, though.
Is that blood on the shelves? Probably cold and congealed - urgh.
I do like her spirit. I don't like her chances, but her spirit? Excellent.
Pity, I kind of liked her. Oh well.
It's you - our little idol thief from the druids' grove!
Oh yes, that's yours all right. Even stale, I'd recognise that bouquet anywhere.
Excuse me? I'm not some bloodhound tracking your scent. I'm of a much higher pedigree.
Oh. Oh dear.
Well well, it likes you. Whatever the hells it is.
Seems it won't take 'no' for an answer.
What a pretty thing. I imagine it's dangerous - most pretty things are.
Perhaps it needs a magic word? Try 'please'. Or 'sledgehammer'.
Looks like your toy has other ideas. I think you're stuck with it.
Another tentacled freak? What in the hells is this?
Best to rest now, while we still can. Who knows what's waiting in Baldur's Gate.
I'm happy to have more powerful friends, but... well, better you than me.
I owe everything to that? Oh I don't like this one bit.
That orb's going to blow - and soon.
Turning your back on the needy to save your own skin? Maybe we'll get along after all.
Please, it's no challenge. Just a friendly little murder between chums.
Really? We're messengers, now?
Turning your back on those in need? Maybe we'll get along after all.
Do you always take on such terrifying foes?
No! What did you do?!
Oh, it's everywhere. You ruined a perfectly good snack.
Breaking into druid chambers to steal a sacred relic? Oh, she sounds like fun.
You villain! I didn't know you had it in you.
I'm not saying we should trust a goblin, but she sounds very useful.
Finally. Let's have some fun.
Don't be a coward. We could take them. We could kill them all.
Yes! Let's have some fun.
Hundreds? Urgh, it'll take hours to kill them all. She's right, we should just go.
Why she sounds positively demented.
I love it! Let's tell her everything.
Please, don't mind me. I'll just watch.
The name sounds familiar - I hope we didn't meet on one of my little excursions.
You're not going to let him talk to you like that, are you?
There's a time and a place for violence. I mean - this place is perfect, but is it the time?
Of course they did. Why would anything go our way?
No, someone's coming. And someone else wants us to know...
You listen all you want - but it can get the hells out of my head.
It's never good news with a mysterious voice, is it? Always 'warning, demons', never 'warning, nymphs bathing nearby'.
Who - what in the hells are you?
Well, some explosives would certainly help us free Thulla's friends. They might even survive the blast.
High-powered explosives do sound fun, but must we waste them saving lives?
A pretty thing. And at least it offers us some protection from the tadpole.
I'm one of the reasons people fear the shadows, but even I'd rather investigate this Moonlantern before going to the surface.
Afraid of the dark, are we? Very well - let us save Nere, if we must.
Excellent. The less time I have to spend with these underdwarves, the better.
Excellent. The less time I have to spend with these underdwarves, the better. Present company excluded, of course.
If the cure's in Moonrise, we should go, Nere and his lantern be damned. After all, 'shadows' will be the least of our worries if we start to turn.
Now that's hospitality. The fungus could teach our druid friends a thing or two.
I'm more than happy to kill this - whoever he is, but tell me there's something in it for us?
I admit, I like this one's approach. A little genocidal, but effective.
Pray if you want, but they won't thank you for it. The dead are an ungrateful lot.
What are you - have you never decapitated a corpse before?! Urgh, what a waste...
Don't be touchy. I'm sure he meant 'better off dead' as a compliment.
Don't be touchy. I'm sure she meant 'better off dead' as a compliment.
Don't be touchy. I'm sure they meant 'better off dead' as a compliment.
Some of us are dead and doing very well, thank you.
Agreed. Let's go, we have places to be.
By all means, avenge Shar, but can we do it later? The worm is more important than your piety.
Don't waste your time hoping. It's probably long dead.
Of course, being dead doesn't stop everyone in their tracks. But hopefully it's somewhere quiet, decaying peacefully.
I'm sure Shar is powerful enough to take her own revenge. No need for us to get involved.
Powerful enough to take her own revenge, I'm sure. No need for us to get involved.
Yes, there's not much we can do for dusty old soldiers. Let's get moving.
Cut down and left to rot. Such fine armour deserved better.
Let's just go, Nere and the Moonlantern be damned. After everything we've been through, I think we can handle a few shadows.
Just as well, perhaps. Beat anything for long enough and it'll snap.
Well would you look at that. The forge can't be far now.
The Towers must be close. And finding Moonrise means finding answers.
No need for that - Nere's is the only head that matters to us.
Might I suggest getting it back? We can't have anything happen to our favourite sorcerer now, can we?
Oh don't be such a pill, darling. We're just having a little fun.
All right, if you say so.
Might I suggest getting it back? I don't travel with you for your personality, you know.
I... forgive me.
Let's finish up here and then get away from that damned plant. Until then, we'll keep you safe.
It took your power and your sense of humour? How wretched.
Your sense of humour is still intact, at least.
Let's finish up here quickly - the sooner we can get your magic back, the safer we'll be. Until then, try not to die.
Don't flatter yourself.
Nothing' is doing a number on you, then, but suit yourself.
Oh, pardon. I'll leave you to drop dead in your own time, then.
You look drained, and I know it wasn't me. Is the plant bothering you?
If you say so. You're the conduit for raw, cosmic power after all.
I want to wake up beside a handsome virgin every morning, but life doesn't give us what we want. Can we kill this 'god' now?
What? You're bowing to this gutter-throated idol?
You wretched little worm. I'll show you murder worthy of a god!
Let's do the job and get out of here. All this talk of slaves is just depressing.
We have to free Nere before we can take his head? Sounds like a lot of wasted effort.
All the charm and wit you'd expect from a slaver. Even a slaver of gnomes.
And I was worried we weren't on the same page. Let's spill their guts.
Call me 'slave' again, and I'll feed you your own stomach.
Another belligerent dwarf? This is getting tiresome.
Look, I'm all for killing him, but what's in this for us?
It's broken - it won't save us from a dusky evening, never mind a curse.
Is this the Moonlantern we've heard so much about?
Broken trash. It's just full of dust.
Ah, nothing says 'true love' like faking your own death to avoid someone.
Easy now, let's not do anything hilarious.
Now that's how you motivate the staff.
Hear that? Our drow friend won't last long. Pity.
Hear that? Our friend Nere won't last long. Pity.
If they ask for a sacrifice, I'd suggest virgins. Young and hot-blooded.
You took the gold? I was rather hoping for the body...
They're a leaderless mob. How hard could it be to sneak past them?
Since when has yielding been an option? Gut the little rodent.
You could've at least let him grovel a little.
Ha! My, this place is fun.
Thank you. I thought you were never going to shut him up.
I don't know what that toy of hers is, but I'm glad it's on our side.
Yes! And I thought you weren't any fun.
I mean, I had my hopes.
Oh, bravo! Encore!
My my. Who knew our friend had so much blood in them?
It was a fine strike. Excellent form!
No! Stop it! Stop it, you wretched worm!
It's as good a reason as any, I suppose.
If this is the state of their camp, how bad must 'the pits' be?
I must see this. Don't you dare say no.
I know we don't want to draw attention, but you could've at least bitten off a toe.
Two hundred years of slavery, and that was still the most humiliating thing I've ever seen.
No? I want to hear every sordid detail.
Oh don't be like that. Not every problem has to be beaten to death, my dear.
Not bad. I would've taken the whole toe, but whatever works for you.
Well? Go on, give him a nibble.
How is it shielding us? And why? Not that I'm complaining.
What are you doing?! My head - I can't...
There's no one here. Can we please kill her and get on with our day?
That looks terribly heavy. Why don't you let me carry it for you?
You can't be serious. Give it to me this instant!
Well. Quite the page turner. I'll get back to it when I have more time to focus.
Wait! Don't interrupt them.
Let me do it. They sound disgusting.
Oh, I like these two. All zeal and no brains.
What's happening? What did you do?
It's the mask - take it off, you fool!
You fool. Take off the mask - now!
Trading some whelp we just met for impossible power? It's a fine deal.
I'm all for killing her, but let's get that power first, hmm?
Let's not make trouble for some stranger. We have our own problems.
Well, you heard the lady. We don't want things to get 'messy'.
What in the hells - get away from that thing!
We won't be getting any help from him. He's only good for compost now.
He looks like a druid, all right. Halsin, I presume?
He looks druidic enough to be our friend Halsin. Not that his corpse is going to be any help.
I'm all for it, but... well, you first.
What are you doing? Turn it off!
It's too much, you can't take it. Get out of there, now!
Well look at you, killer. I didn't know you had it in you.
Are you sure about that? This all feels very... trappy.
I'm all for looting sacred treasure, but only if I know I'll live long enough to enjoy it.
The crèche is done for, but we're not. Run! Run damn you!
Be careful - the best cheese sits in the deadliest traps.
Certainly, once you evict the priests. Although I imagine the gith slaughtered them?
Oh, don't look at me. That is all yours.
It's beautiful. Strange, but beautiful.
Well this is... different.
You're what? That is the only thing keeping us from a gruesome, tentacled-filled future.
Surely there's a more tactful way to say that? One that won't get us killed?
It's all over your foot! Oh that's disgusting.
Probably also Astarion but the tagging was less clear:
Talk, tiefling. Where did you see another like her?
|Oh wow. Myconids rise dead as spore servants. So much power|
|Oh, come on! You'd be a great asset!|
|Indeed!|
|I am glad you chose the sensible path |
|It is an absolute tragedy that such power is so evil|
|Necromancy is abhorrent but I'm in awe of its power|
|It is an absolute tragedy that such power is so evil. Necromancy is abhorrent but I'm in awe of its power|
|Two power of it is unthinkable|
|Either way, what do you think of it?|
|True, it is indeed awe-inspiring|
|Yeah, I'm worried about it too|
|I'm glad you can see my point|
|Ah, fair enough|
|Interesting how our perspectives differ|
|Well, necromancy is looked down upon in most cultures|
|well, I don't care that much about it since I'd be dead|
Alfira? Gods - slaughtered like a lamb, in the middle of our camp.
Now, I can't help but notice that one of us is positively drenched in blood. So...
It's time to start talking. What did you do?
Yes dear, I can see that you killed her. But why did you kill her?
All right, but why? Her music wasn't that bad, surely?
I have had unusual symptoms from my parasite - perhaps this is a side effect of yours?
Even if the parasite caused your little 'episode', it had better not happen again. People can't just be murdered in camp - some of us are important.
Huh, I never knew she had it in her. But if it was self-defence, I suppose we can look past the mess.
And yet there's not a scratch on you, while she's... well, scratched rather badly.
A boar stabbed her dozens of times? With a knife, no less?
Please, you're covered in gore. I know you did it - I just want to know why.
It is dangerous, wandering around at night. You could bump into anything.
You can't be serious. I had nothing to do with this!
I'd never be this wasteful, for a start. Her blood's everywhere.
Need I remind everyone that you're the one drenched in gore?
I don't think it's a bad look, but it is a very guilty one.
Oh no, you're not pinning this on me. You're the one who found her!
I get all the blame for a gory murder, but I still have to go hungry? Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
This is ridiculous. I get all the blame for a gory murder, but none of the satisfaction of actually killing someone.
I've been on my best behaviour. You all know it.
And it was your lovely voice that woke me, so...
Look, I know I have a casual relationship with murder - I don't remember everyone I've killed. But I do remember everyone I've killed in the last five minutes.
That's... unsettling. It could be one of your parasite's games, maybe?
So where does this leave us? It's hard to trust someone who blacks out and stabs you to death.
I could, but we have the same parasites - maybe it'll happen to me next. At least together, we can keep an eye on each other.
Stabbing someone a dozen times can be many things, but 'the right thing' to do? I doubt it.
I see... That does sound pretty reasonable, actually.
So you took the initiative and moved things along? How good of you.
So, the bard's dead. Slaughtered, even.
And I can't help but notice that you're positively drenched in blood. So...
I'm just not sure where this leaves us? It's hard to trust someone who blacks out and stabs you to death.
It had better not. I don't know if this was the parasite's fault or yours, darling, but I'll keep an extra close eye on you both.
It does sound unsettling. Losing control is one thing, but losing your mind? That's something else entirely.
Listen, darling - you're covered in gore. I know you killed her, I just want to know why.
Perhaps? I guess all sorts of monsters come out at night.
Our enemies want to destroy us - if we have the power to manipulate them, we should use it.
I don't trust anything illithid - especially if it seems helpful.
I hate to say it, but let's be cautious. We should understand this power before using it.
So the tadpole gives us the ability to influence others. How very interesting.
Nonsense. Any power freely given is a power well-received. And this is a valuable power indeed.
My point exactly. I'm so glad you agree.
What's there to understand? We've gained the upper hand and I for one intend to keep it that way.
So the tadpole allows us to influence others - how delightful.
Well, I'm certainly not one to turn down a gift freely given. That would be bad manners.
I'm glad you agree.
Must you spoil all the fun?
You know the only way to cure temptation is to give in to it.
So the tadpole allows us to influence others. How very interesting.
You have the ability to manipulate people, make them bend to your every whim, and you'd be cautious about it? That's no fun.
You killed again? We needed them.
I knew you were dangerous, but I never thought you mad. It's time we put you down.
I knew you were dangerous, but I never thought you mad. It's time I put you down.
I don't know if you're a fool or a lunatic, but you are dangerous. It's time we put you down.
I don't know if you're a fool or a lunatic, but you are dangerous. It's time I put you down.
Hells, really? They seemed so strong - just like any of us.
Thank you for taking care of them, but gods. What a mess.
Hells, really? They seemed so strong - just like me or you.
What in hells have you done? We needed them!
Maybe I have a sweet tooth too.
Consider telling her your secretYou're a vampire spawn.
Darling, questionable is my primary criteria in a partner.
Is that... Lae'zel? How tragic, she looks worse than ever.
Big, bald keeper of vermin, if I recall.
Apologies for my... indiscretion before. I allowed my stomach to rule my head.
Maybe your fatigue is due to the tadpole.
You've suffered from broken rest. Fatigue is to be expected.
Consider telling Shadowheart that you are a vampire spawn.
Wyll has no idea that you're a vampire spawn. Consider sharing.
Gale's no stranger to the uncanny. He might not flinch at the truth - that you're a vampire spawn...
Consider sharing the truth with Lae'zelyou are a vampire spawn.
I'm on tenterhooks. If word of my return travels to Cazador, he'll go on the hunt.
On reflection, I might not be the warmest body in the camp.
'Hot bloodedness'? No harm in that...
Nod along, thinking of squeezing a neck - pushing out every drop of blood.
You're not entirely wrong. This is all a little... new.
Let it lie.
You're deflecting. Got something to hide?
I just feel like we wouldn't have got along.
Prowling Baldur's Gate at night, finding victims I can lure back to Cazador.
Oh, who can say? Maybe lounging in some tavern.
I was a magistrate once, I could see if you missed any loopholes in your contract.
I did the bidding of my abuser for so long, and it only made me weaker.
An amulet of the Moonmaiden. Powerful enough to interest Gale.
There's powerful magic in these boots. No doubt Gale will be interested.
This sword - it thrums with power. Interested?
That's a devilish-looking book. The kind Gale might covet.
A curious flask - the sort of thing that might tickle Gale.
There's power in that staff - I can feel it. Gale will want it, I'm sure.
That amulet would make a pretty trinket. Or a snack for Gale.
All right - you are welcome to join me.
I'm dreadfully curiousmight one neutralise the tadpole while keeping its powers?
This cowl is magnificent. Elegant, but powerful.
What a beautiful cowl. Gale would just eat this up.
Did you see their idol? A pretty thing. And powerful.
This blade hums with magic. I could give it to Gale. Or not...
What a fine cowl. Its magic would catch Gale's eye, no doubt.
Whatever's inside, I won't be drinking it. Something for you, perhaps?
Astarion. A pleasure.
Astarion... reformed vampire spawn.
I'm Astarion.
I'm Astarion. And you should know... I'm a vampire spawn.
Excuse me? She's my gith.
Don't worry. That's what magic is for, and I have plenty to spare.
Brute strength is nothing to my magical skill - allow me to blast it open.
You... saw what I am?
Say nothing and stare at her. You're so hungry.
Astarion. Reformed vampire spawn.
Magical boots? Might be a good fit for Gale.
A druidic idol? Gale would love this.
A pretty idol, but it's more your field than mine, I think.
A hag's staff sounds like a tasty source of magic.
The amulet of a dull god. But powerful in its own right.
Can you feel the staff's magic? I'm practically tingling.
A hag's staff is a powerful weapon. Gale would approve.
I bet Gale would love that idol. If he can get it.
So much for Hope. There's probably a lesson in there somewhere...
The debtor's attire is filthy and flea-ridden, but it does keep the nasties at bay. Best to put it back on.
A portal to Menzoberranzan. Thank the gods it's not working...
Ah, Baldur's Gate. Home sweet home.
Ugh, Neverwinter? Why would you bother?
Mephistar - the ice citadel of an archdevil. As hellish as it gets.
Now Waterdeep is worth visiting. So many people with deep, deep pockets.
Athkatla - the capital of Amn. And one of the richest cities in the world. I wouldn't mind visiting some day...
My body belongs to no one but me. Never again.
I already lived an eternity devoted to pleasure, and it was rather dull.
There's a fault in that wall. With enough force, we could get through.
So to the gnomes, his true name is 'Nebelun'? I would've stuck with 'Gond', personally.
A brainless zombie? I mean, more brainless than usual.
Why would you use a headless zombie to pilot a watcher? Not even a whole zombie?!
Well... that didn't go well.
Well, this is nice. A little much, maybe, but I see what she was going for.
Orin took her time with this one. She made sure they suffered.
Everyone is dead! What an appalling waste.
Maybe you should listen to the rodent more often. Exclusively, even.
So, Nine-Fingers and the Stone Lord will face off at the Counting House. Should be quite the spectacle.
Best not grab it yet - it's bound by a magical alarm.
I don't feel any different - the book must be low on dark power.
This is a 'Ritual of the Timeless Body'? Jaheira, have you been playing with immortality?
A mirror that gobbles up memories? How very Sharran.
So, that mirror used to gobble up memories? I suppose that tracks.
Of course this is Ethel's doing. The whole thing stinks of hag.
This is genuinely infernal. So much for curios and traveller tat...
Lorroakan's won immortality and all it took was heartless cruelty. A lesson, perhaps.
Well, someone didn't wipe their feet on the way in.
That mud's the same filth as we saw in the sewers.
A list of names, including Father Lorgan, who's been crossed off. Targets, maybe?
A list of names - some crossed off, some still waiting.
Now this seems like an excellent place to liberate some expensive magical trinkets.
I suppose this means Rolan didn't bind Dame Aylin. Bad news for him and bad news for us.
Cazador's leeching power from the others - stealing it for himself.
But if I can reach those runes, maybe I can steal it back. Take it for myself, even.
I think it's rather a good likeness. Warts and all.
Hey! That is not how we share with friends.
That's it, now he's dead. Again.
He's down, but he isn't done - not while his heart's still in one piece.
At last! That dusty pile of bandages was getting irritating.
He stashed his canopic jar inside a zombie? Oh, the clever boy.
A mailed fist, for all your punching needs.
'Those who draw breath, embrace death.' Been there, done that - lucky me.
So, this Mystic Carrion may know what went so wrong for poor Oskar.
Unholy Assassin'... Yes, I do rather like the sound of that.
Well hello, beautiful. If only it was fresh.
And we are in! That wasn't too difficult.
I can feel the energy coming from that portrait - necromantic magic.
Hells, just when I think we've seen the ugliest things yet.
More of those bloody fish? Gods, it never ends...
Hold on - they look important! Let's not kill them just yet.
Ah, a war hammer. A beautifully messy weapon.
Maybe if I wiggle it... no. No, that's not going anywhere.
Flowers are so overrated. They're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons.
Each to their own, I suppose... Although I am right.
A big, empty seat, just waiting for the right person to fill it.
Well, there's no shortage of blood. And whatever those pink stains are.
If they print that story in their rag, there'll be hells to pay.
It's about Shadowheart. Forty years of her life, tracking and recording every detail.
Yes, that seems to have done the trick.
There's something there, half-buried in the rubble.
This jar feels almost comforting. I bet it's full of death magic.
It just does not end, does it?
Who makes a painting that can do that? How do you make a painting that can do that?
Well well, someone's a treasure trove of wicked spells...
Each door is named for a different dusty wizard. No prizes for guessing which is hiding the Annals of Karsus.
Elminster, Ramazith, Karsus - oh the doors are named for dusty old wizards. How tedious.
My, my. A vault like this must be hiding something valuable.
So, this is how the Sharrans prepared to go after the Prism - interrogation and torture.
Damnit - he got away! Now it's only a matter of time before another body turns up.
Yes, I believe I am.
I feel so drained. There's necrotic magic at work here.
Agh! What happened? I feel so... drained.
Well that opened... something? Somewhere?
Splendid. Can't have magic wards getting in the way, now, can we?
Let's speak to the innkeeper first - he won't take it well if we help ourselves to a room.
Gods, someone died an interesting death. What a mess...
Well, you certainly were... enthusiastic?
It's - it's a turnip. Just a turnip, for all to see.
I know these cobbles well - the gate to the Upper City's just ahead.
All that time and what's my legacy in Baldur's Gate? Missing friends and broken families.
I found plenty of victims on the other side of that gate. Who knew they'd all come in so useful?
You know my brothers and sisters, then?
Don't tempt me, you look juicy.
I don't know what's happening with that body, but it looks very creative.
I'm no expert on water, but that looks lethal.
Perfect! Who needs numbers when you have creativity?
I've always appreciated art. Especially when it unlocks secrets.
A summoning circle? I wonder who she was reaching out to.
Careful now - if she dies, she's taking the child with her.
She's going to die and this time she'll stay dead.
Best not to touch the chest of offerings other mortals have left to their gods. But I can use the altar to pray.
Those words engraved on the ring - they're Kozakuran, same as in that dictionary.
The Szarr signet ring. I've never seen it up this close.
There's even an inscription on here, in the same language as on the ballroom door. Not that I can read a word of it.
There's even some chicken scratch inscription on here, in god knows what language. Though I have seen it somewhere before...
That's not it. Maybe it's someone's birthday or... gods, I hate these things.
She's down. If I'm going to get that child out of her, I'd better be quick.
I wouldn't take it too seriously - it's probably just here to part gullible travellers and their coin.
So the plates trigger the lights above the doors, and - oh no. It's a puzzle, isn't it?
Hey! Bloody stupid jar.
Please, I look amazing in anything.
What in the Hells is that skull doing?
Those glowing runes - Cazador's using them to leech the others' power and take it for himself.
If we can reach them, maybe we can steal that power back. Claim it for ourselves, even.
It's given up the ghost. It won't go anywhere like this.
It's no use - the bloody thing's jammed.
Hm - a magic ward. Someone's got something to hide.
I used to spend a lot of time in alleys like this. Of course, I lurk less these days.
This whiskey looks expensive. A pity I no longer imbibe.
Wyvern Whiskey all the way from Nimbral, via Waterdeep. This is not cheap.
Some discarded... wings? All right...
Well this is new. That door wasn't covered with weird, magical energy before.
Necrotic magic - an old favourite of Cazador's. Best not get too close.
There's no keyhole. All that time practicing my lock picking - wasted.
Aha! It's nothing but clay and mummy bits now.
Should it be doing that? I don't think it should be doing that.
Tailors' mannequins? I never figured Shar for a follower of fashion.
This feels uncomfortably familiar - like that hag's den back in the swamp.
It definitely looks cursed enough to be a hag's lair.
That's no bloodstain - it's oil. Something's sprung a leak.
'Sicarius'? An odd password, but all right. Once it works, I suppose...
Oh no, what new horror's this?
What's this - I spy a note under that canvas.
My blood is... explosive?! This could make feeding complicated...
I knew my return to Baldur's Gate wouldn't be glamorous, but this is a little much.
A bloody ring. Whoever killed him, they weren't after gold...
A clean decapitation. Someone wanted to be sure she wasn't going to give anything away, alive or dead.
Ah, the rack. A classic...
Argh - is that the brain? It feels like it's crushing my skull...
A wooden mask. Not bad, but it's seen better days.
The décor wasn't my biggest complaint, if I'm honest.
I've never been here during the day. I'm not sure sunlight does it any favours.
There. That's what the people need to know.
Well that did something up there.
That disc just moved - it must be linked to the offerings on the altar.
A tome of necromancy? All well and good, but some of us are already dead.
I know these glyphs - the Necromancy of Thay had the same runes.
Someone's skulking in the bushes. So rarely a good sign.
Honestly, who pickles organs like this?
I can go anywhere, but I still end up in crypts. Let's just find Shirra Clarwen and go.
Two centuries walking the streets and I never knew this was under them. What other wonders have I missed...
Safe.
I... have to see an old acquaintance.
Seems the circus has left town. And not a moment too soon, those clowns were... ugh.
There, by the bed. Someone's spilled some blood.
I'm not against a slaughter in principle, but is that really the best use of our time?
You might be surprised. I've known people to bite - fight back.
Do I look like a tourist? I live here.
Oh no, I know this place inside and out.
So much for Jaheira's Harpers. I can't wait to tell her the news.
There's a darkness surrounding it - I can't do anything while it's there.
Hey - what's that? Did he slip something into my pocket?
I'd almost feel sorry for him. If he wasn't viciously insane.
Is... is he gone? Gods, I hope he's gone...
It's going to attack - find some cover!
Someone's having a bad day. Sounds like it came from the windmill.
Fresh blood. That can't be good news for the blacksmith.
So, the great dragon's naught but bones? Some help that'll be.
Danthelon's Dancing Axe - top secret Harper hideout. At least according to Jaheira.
Gortash is being crowned Archduke? Maybe we should get to Wyrm's Rock and crash that party.
It's a cheap imitation, nothing more.
Were these the ones Father Lorgan was trying to help, do you think?
For all the good it did them.
All dead. Trying to hide in the tunnels, I guess.
Not to criticise, but maybe they should have picked a better spot?
They can turn into mist now? I'm not the only one with new tricks.
Quite the mess. This could be where Father Lorgan met his end.
A pretty dagger. The same one that ended Father Lorgan, perhaps?
It looks boring and suspiciously shallow. Is there a false bottom?
Locked from the other side. I wonder what it's hiding.
It's locked, but I can't spy a keyhole. Some other mechanism must open it.
Ugh. Art.
That's real as a clown's smile.
What in the - I only meant to hurt him, not incinerate him!
Another surprise from the Absolute, no doubt.
You were very amenable helping with Cazador. We do well, working together.
Dark, silent, and deeply unsettling. Feels like home.
That motif on the wall - it's the same flower from the key we found.
'Ugly'? That's a first.
Someone's ready to fight. Oh, I do hope it's to the death.
Barrels of tadpoles. I wonder how many have already passed into the city.
It's that bloody cow again! Don't look away - I know it's you!
Is that a lanceboard set? It was never really my game.
Phantom bricks. What are you hiding, hmm?
It's the same design as the key from the flophouse. Very interesting...
I like to mix it up. Sometimes it's a subtle thing, sometimes it's a bloodbath.
I feel alive.
Bold of you to assume anyone is that close to me.
Pretty little key - identical to the one I took from the shapeshifter in the temple tunnels.
This looks familiar - the missing part from that ring. You will look lovely once you're fixed.
No! I only meant to hurt him, damn it. The Absolute's been playing tricks again...
The shapeshifter's key fit perfectly. Now, what's inside...
Is that so? Did you manage to catch anything?
I won't lie, I'd hoped for a more glamourous return to the city.
I for one don't plan to stay long. Let's find a way out.
That ship was docked at Moonrise! What's it doing here?
I was once in your position, in a way.
Best wait until I have the amulet - he'll want to be here for this.
Tell her about the years of loneliness and fear you felt living under Cazador.
Just don't tell me what to do... It brings back bad memories.
Life as the Vampire Ascendant is busier than I expected. There's my lair to decorate, spawn to recruit, a domain to protect. I'm exhausted.
I've settled back into the shadows. It turns out there's a lot more fun to be had there when you don't have a bitter, cruel vampire lord watching over you.
Oh, my life's much the same as before. Plotting Cazador's eventual, painful destruction…
Thankfully Waterdeep has plenty of amusements on offer during the hours of darkness...
I'm just glad Waterdeep is big enough to disappear into.
I suppose life has been a little less interesting since we all went our separate ways...
We certainly have moved up in the world.
And there I was thinking you'd appreciate the chance to spend time with the living...
I don't know. At least this is a party Cazador can't crash...
Not bad. Certainly not bad for an academic.
But of course! Who wouldn't want to hear me speak?
You found a job where you can talk as much as you like and people have to listen? Well done.
A veritable bloodbath, you say? How could I refuse, darling?
We'll make sure you're well-fed, my dear. And perhaps I'll pick up something warm on the way home, too.
You're too deferential. My pet can have the brain of anyone she wishes.
A little more myself than I'd like. I'm back to the shadows - back to hiding from Cazador.
I know. Isn't it wonderful?
Enjoy my presence while you can. I won't be staying long.
Not so much changed as reverted. Back to skulking in the dark.
Not so much changed as reverted. Back to skulking in the dark, though I do it better now.
For the better, don't you find? I'm who I was meant to be - and it's wickedly fun.
To me, darling.
To freedom. Hard-won, but worth it.
I've been enjoying life. Throwing parties, making connections. And watching my old friends, biding my time…
I've been enjoying life. Throwing parties, making connections, slowly amassing power...
I've been seeing the world - finally living my life on my terms.
I killed Cazador with the help of some friends. I'm finally free!
I finally faced Cazador. It wasn't easy, but he's dead. After all these years, I'm free.
I was searching for a way to walk in the sun again. No luck yet, but I won't give up.
I stuck with the adventurer's life - killing monsters is a lot of fun.
I found the other spawn in the Underdark. We're building a new home down there.
I've been seeing the world. And hiding from Cazador…
Not even a whiff of fresh blood. You're such a damn tease.
I've been revelling in my freedom, rediscovering the joys of the night.
Halsin, I've been hiding in sewers and eating rats' brains. It's not a glorious tale.
Halsin, I've been hiding in sewers and eating rats. It's not a glorious tale.
My tales are a little heavy on murder,sex, and tentacles. But if the children want to hear them…
My tales are a little heavy on murder and sex. But if the children want to hear them...
Naturally. I'm in my element at parties - even in my new form.
Naturally. I'm in my element at parties.
I've mostly been hiding, making sure Cazador can't find me.
Well I've been enjoying parties, plots, and plenty of hedonism. Nothing that would surprise you, really.
Is that supposed to be funny? I've been crouched in sewers, sucking on vermin!
Well I may miss the sun, but there's been plenty of creature comforts to avail of.
I should hope so - imagine going through all the bother of ascending just to look dowdy.
It was far from a sure thing - I have very high standards, when it comes to festivities.
Well it would be churlish of me not to make an appearance, now that the sun's set.
It's a welcome change of pace, after months spent skulking in the shadows.
Have no fear - I am in my element at parties. And I'm not above just making things up, should I need to.
I'll make sure none of my new sires try to feed on your children.
You should come to one of my parties - it will definitely take your mind off work.
It takes time to heal and rebuild. But if anyone can do it, you can.
The city just won't die. Like so many of us.
And just as well. It's no fun vying for power over a ruin.
No time for a costume change.
Ambition? Finally, a god I can get behind...
Ambition? That tends to land people in an early grave. Or a well-deserved coffin, in Cazador's case.
I couldn't agree more. Mine has carried me far, and is only growing...
Ambition drove Cazador's cruelty, made him do unspeakable things. You'd really help the likes of him?
My only ambition is to see Cazador's corpse crumble to dust.
Ambition? Finally, a god I can get behind…
Hells, my head is pounding.
Can't be far now.
Yurgir, be a darling and lend a hand!
|I'd trust no one else with that kind of power. We were lucky to be granted one failure, I'd not roll that gamble again.|
|I'd better trust our friend as a mind flayer than the Emperor, no?|
|I'd be a hypocrite to tell you otherwise. And I'd better trust our friend as a mind flayer than the Emperor, no?|
|We were already open to the idea of dabbling with their power. I'd better trust our friend as a mind flayer than the Emperor, no?|
|I've been fighting the illithid powers ever since I was infected. I'm not about to embrace them and become a mind flayer.|
|I don't trust that mind flayer one bit, but something has to be done.|
|It burns me to say it, but I'd trust you far more as a mind flayer than the Emperor weilding the stones.|
|But we also have the Orphic hammer. We can free Orpheus, and I'm sure he would have a better solution.|
|There is no one else more capable. We are lucky to have another shot at this, and failure is not an option.|
|But we should consider all our options carefully.|
|I would trust you more with the stones, but it must be getting something out of this for it to so willingly offer this solution.|
|Then we very well may be trading one foul beast for another. Those stones have great power, and I'm sure the Emperor would twist it as much as it twists its words.|
|Indeed, if he decideds to not cut us down for what happened back at intermezzo.|
|I trust you'll make the right choice.|
|I'm not peachy about this either darling, but what if the Emperor is right? What if the only way to do the right thing is to follow it's lead?|
|What better options do we have?|
|Choices choices. I was really looking forward to solving this whole thing in bed with a good book. So, what do you think?|
|Why hesitate if she is so willing?|
|We still don't know what that mind flayer schemes.|
|You better know what you're doing.|
|A helish solution falls in our lap and you still complain? My word.|
|Our knight in shining armour! I'm not one to stop you, but there's no going back from this.|
|I can imagine the hell you'll bring with a few extra tentacles thrown in for good fun.|
|If we take the Emperor's word at face value, then I'm not seeing what good it will do us to turn down his offer now.|
|Nothing is ever free. What to do, what to do.|
|I'd say we finish our bickering and cut the Emperor down. It's plan failed once, why would it work this time?|
|And give it complete control of the brain? Sounds short sighted.|
|We give it what it wants, we all walk free. I'm failing to see the problem?|
|Complete control of the most powerful being in Faerun?|
|We have the rare luxury of time here. Let's carefully consider all our options.|
|It's hard to be certain, but he's our best bet.|
|Alright, let's hope we make the right choice.|
|Any choice is better than no choice at this point.|
|We worked hard enough to get that Orphic Hammer. We should at least consider putting it to use.|
|We don't have many other options outside taking it's head.|
|You do whatever you want, but I'm not becoming a mind flayer.|
|I've been fighting the illithid powers ever since I was infected. I'm not about to embrace them and become a mind flayer.|
Mizora! Bring down hellsfire!
Come, my unholy minions - fight for your master!
Hells, that looked rather painful.
Nautiloid! Stay low and watch your footing - we can't take bombardments like that.
Zevlor! Tieflings! Now's your time.
My city - we have to stop it. We have to reach the brain!
We can use stealth or force - just as long as we move quickly.
To build up my power in Baldur's Gate. That city is ripe for the taking...
Back to the shadows, at least for now. But who knows what the future might hold?
Somewhere Cazador will never find me. Not before I'm ready to face him.
Well? What are you waiting for? Command it to die.
In my name.
Hells' teeth, is that a brainstem? Get a little higher and we could probably climb it.
Our options are starting to look decidedly limited.
We still have the tadpole and we still have Orpheus. I'm just saying...
At the risk of being stereotyped, we could still drain Orpheus...
Perhaps it's time we used the hammer and freed the gith prince?
I'm sure he'll be thrilled we're freeing him now, in the middle of this.
Ironhands! Let's see if gnomes are actually good for something.
There you are, you wretched thing. Time to die.
Step quietly; keep to the shadows. In a place like this, stealth is our friend.
Get out here, cub! It's time to finally earn your keep.
Together at last.
They won't be the last to die. Not unless we can stop this brain.
We need you, Lady Keene! Time to honour your debt.
Karlach... I... I love you. You taught me the impossible. In all my immortality, I'll never forget you.
Guards, come quick! Gods, that felt wrong.
Auntie Ethel? Be a dear and help, won't you?
To me, Harpers! For Baldur's Gate!
Isobel! A little healing magic, if you please.
Urgh - gods. That felt like a hatchet to the skull.
They're getting stronger. The brain's power is growing.
I doubt that's the last of them. Or the worst of them.
It's close. It has to be.
Zhentarim! It's time to step out of the shadows.
After everything we went through to get those stones, they didn't even work? Because now it's a 'nethersomething'?
At least it has a plan. I don't see you suggesting anything.
True, hearing it out won't kill us. It's one of the few things that won't.
All right, but we'd better make our next move a good one. Otherwise it will be our last.
True. I don't exactly trust it, but it might be the only hope we have.
Surely we're not there yet? There must still be options that don't include exploding.
The mind flayer won't like that. If we take that road, we'd better be very, very sure it's the right one.
What about our old friend, the illithid? Might it not have a less destructive alternative?
I hate to say it, but thank the hells for that mind flayer. If it hadn't pulled us out of there...
It's proven it can save our lives. Again. But sure, cut that safety rope. What's the worst that could happen?
Where in the hells does that leave us?
I just hope it's a good one - this could be our last shot.
Let's hope.
Whatever we do, we need to do it quick. Time is not on our side.
Well then, let's hear it out.
I'm not saying you're wrong, I just hope there's another way.
Personally I'll take anything that helps us survive. I just hope that's still an option.
It's your orb, it's your choice. But I really hope it won't come to that.
Perhaps. But if he can't, we may be up the proverbial creek.
There - the Crown! Time to cast the spell again and compel it to submit.
There - the Crown! Cast the spell on it!
Use the parasite - it's the only way! Cast the spell...
Dame Aylin? It's your time to shine!
All right, let's see how the Gur fare against this.
Well, so much for the Emperor.
A rift! Move! Destroy it from within!
I accept. The Vampire Ascendant would do well to have a Consort for his Palace.
Are we forgetting something? We need all three stones to face that brain.
If the stone's anywhere, it'll be on Gortash's carcass.
Steel Watcher - fall in! Time to join the fight.
It didn't like that. We'll have to go higher before starting our climb.
All right, Rolan. Let's see if your powers match your ego.
Metal from the Hells? Don't find this every day...
This ship can only take so much. We have to push on, before those dragons bring us down!
Treacherous bloody mind flayers! I need to get to that transponder.
What are those voices? Hello?
There's no one else here - it's just us.
It must be the chair, connecting to ship. And its mind flayers.
We should go, before we attract unwanted attention.
It's coming apart - I need to get to the helm!
What's happening? Where am I?
Wherever we are, I don't like it.
We're going down. Brace!
Well. That didn't do anything.
Wretched thing. You got what you deserved.
I hope it means 'escape'. Unlikely, though.
The beast is dead! Now to get out of here...
Now if I can just get to the transponder.
Vile beasts. Now to get out of here.
Pulling that lever may have been a mistake.
She's going down. Get out!
Completely indecipherable.
Well, well. What do you open?
Curious. Looks like it might fit into that machine by the pod.
Curious. I feel good - rejuvenated.
Locked. Pity.
I can't turn it on - not without whatever fits in that socket.
Gibberish.
Gah! Is there a lever with our names on it somewhere?
It could say anything.
A key. About the right size for that chest.
A key? Now to find the lock.
Too late. They're dead.
Adorable. Let me know when it brings you something fresh.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves, we haven't 'cured' anything yet.
What a delectable little pet.
Oh now look, you've scared off the little snack.
I still dream of my old master sometimes. I don't know if I'll ever be rid of him.
For me, it's control. I won't be under someone's thumb ever again.
I never want to live in the darkness again.
Gods, what was that dream?
Tell her about your death - how you'd been attacked by a Gur tribe and 'saved' by Cazador.
You couldn't just walk away, could you? Stupid man.
Yes, well, these things happen. What'll you do?
He couldn't just walk away, could he? Stupid man.
Well, hello. Looking for a cuddle?
Although you don't look entirely... yourself. What's going on in that head of yours?
More horrible than our day-to-day lives? Well this I have to hear.
All right, talk quickly, then.
I'd rather be the only dark power inside your body, if it's all the same to you.
You're welcome to try and kill me, of course, but I don't die easily these days.
You could have talked to me before things got murderously bad, you know. We are technically in this together.
It certainly puts the death of dear, sweet Alfira into some perspective.
Whatever it is that's controlling you, we can fight it. I know that better than anyone.
This thing won't have you. It won't win.
Ah ah ah! We ask before we bite.
You're cute, you know. In another life we might have been friends.
Easy now, darling. You've got this. And I've got you.
A little late, but good effort. Now just relax, dawn will be here soon.
Of course they will, dear. Now just relax, dawn will be here soon.
I felt for the bard, seeing you like that. Poor Alfira never stood a chance, did she?
Now that you're back with us, we need to have a talk.
You are not alone in this - none of us are. We can even compare notes if you like.
I don't hate you. Because this is not you.
But whatever this is, you will get through it. And I'll be here to make sure you do.
Anyway, it's a brand-new day. I'm sure we'll find lots of people for you to kill.
Well no, you tried to kill me, of course it's not all right.
But nothing is ruined either. After all, what's a little attempted murder between friends?
Oh please, how many lives have you taken? Dozens? I must have brought Cazador a thousand souls.
The little shit. And here I hoped I was your only night-time visitor.
If anyone understands an internal voice forcing your hand, I do. But that's not who we are now. We make our own choices, and you made the right one last night.
Growl all you want, it won't stop the dawn. This will be over soon.
You'd do the same to me. Now just relax - dawn isn't far off.
How flattering. And disturbing.
All right, if you're sure. We can always talk about it in the morning.
Please tell me this is important. You need my beauty sleep.
Put the bowl to your lips and drink every last drop.
There's just so much. Let's start with my physical beauty and go from there.
Oh no, this is Shadowheart's business - I'll leave Dame Aylin to someone who knows her better.
Arabella's gone to the city, then. We may yet see her again.
Arabella's gone, then. Even with those talents of hers, there's no guarantee she'll survive...
Oh no, this is Shadowheart's business. I'll let her do the talking once she's free.
Oh no, this is Shadowheart's business. I am not getting involved.
So, Voss had an appointment with someone in Baldur's Gate. 'Sharess' Caress' tavern - might be worth a look.
A funny little trinket. I hope it's useful. Or even better, valuable.
I'm more than capable of doing both.
Please - as if anyone here deserves me.
The closer you get to someone, the easier it is for them to stab you in the back.
No point.
Oh gracious one, it is a pleasure to be in your mighty sanctum.
Look at that - misery as far as the eye can see.
Look - something behind that window. Shame we can't reach it.
Urgh, it's full of dripping... goo? Slime? Whatever it is, it's coming from higher up the tower.
|Are these... tadpoles? There must be hundreds!|
|Oh gods - what could they be planning?|
|Nothing good.|
There's no end to these bloody things.
We're wasting our time - we can't beat an endless horde.
Ketheric's up above, waiting for us. I doubt he'll go down as easily.
I remember that noise from the Underdark - another bloody hook horror.
I don't know what that was, but it sounds decidedly unpleasant.
It seems we can't kill Ketheric Thorm without following him into the bowels of this place.
Interesting map. Especially that nice, big X at the base of Moonrise Towers.
I bet it's cold too. Such a pity.
I'm all for blood, but a whole lake? That's just wasteful.
Why that's almost beautiful. Imagine what she'd think if she saw him now.
That smell... Despair, desperation - prisoners!
Do be careful, I don't much fancy a stay behind bars.
Don't worry, we're all friends under the Absolute. I won't bite.
Astarion, but hold on-
I'm sorry? You want to be bitten?
I will have to decline.
I gave you my answer.
YHURGH!
I've changed my mind - I will bite you.
If we can find it, perhaps we can use it to destroy him.
Assuming we can find it. Anything that powerful will be protected.
So, the Nightsong is key to Ketheric's invulnerability.
Curious name. It sounds more like a bird than a font of power.
If we can find it, perhaps we can use it to destroy Ketheric.
So, the Nightsong is key to Ketheric's power. If we can find it, perhaps we can use it against him.
'Take on the Apostle's form'? What in the hells is Ketheric planning?
This looks familiar. Is it the spot marked on that map?
You know, Minthara's still locked up somewhere in there. We could save her... Or not.
These siege weapons are a good century old, I'd say. Quite the vintage.
Old, decayed - with looks to match. How unfortunate.
This must be where the drider collected his victims.
At least they won't be returning. Wretched bloody creatures.
Plenty of chains, cages, and the usual slaver favourites.
I hope the wretched beast is rotting out there.
It's a long walk through the dark. You'd almost pity the poor souls they dragged along.
Is it a Continual Flame spell, I wonder?
It's magic, but what kind?
It's still burning - the damn thing won't go out.
Is it a Continual Flame spell, I wonder? I've heard they light tombs brilliantly.
In my expert opinion, it seems to be... magic?
I lived in the shadows for centuries, but never found darkness this unsettling.
Alas, this is the only path to Moonrise Towers. So into the dark I go.
Rather a rustic burial - but I suppose it's better than no burial at all.
Hello. What's that hiding in the dirt?
|This darkness feels hungry, like it'd drain you dry.|
|You shouldn't let something evil slake its thirst...|
|You fool, get out of the darkness.|
|What a splendid idea!|
I've lived in darkness for centuries, but never found any like this... unsettling.
Alas, it's the only path to Moonrise Towers. We have to push into the dark.
A pixie! An honest-to-goodness pixie...
A pixie's stature, but an ogre's temper. Incredible.
And she has such a way with words.
That was an actual pixie! An adorable, furious pixie.
Well, she was a delight.
I can feel the curse withering. It must be the light...
Consumed by that blasted curse... Greedy.
Now we're done killing, that lantern's ours. Time to collect.
Hells. I knew the land was cursed, but this is impressive.
What in the Hells is that? I'm not sure I want to step in there.
This battlefield must've ran slick with blood - I can taste it in the air, even after so long.
It is dark out here. Perhaps a little ointment wouldn't hurt.
Coming around, are we? I think there's some left.
Let's just go. They'll probably be fine.
Just leave a little for the rest of us.
Better late than never, I suppose.
It's only cursed, murderous darkness. How bad could it be?
True, a little extra protection wouldn't hurt.
Really? You won't burst into flames or anything?
Rolan? I knew the tiefling was a fool, but this?
Something scuttled through here. Where was it off to?
Isobel? Ketheric's daughter, no doubt. Let's hope the apple fell far from the twisted, cursed tree.
Isobel? As in 'the cleric from Last Light' Isobel?
If she's Isobel Thorm - Ketheric is her father? Is that even possible?
So this is where Isobel was resting before Daddy Ketheric brought her back.
An open, empty tomb - seems someone went for a stroll.
Ketheric's pet necromancer, Balthazaar. I wonder if he's as powerful as he is ugly.
Wouldn't want to be caught unawares down here.
Well well - someone's an artist.
Look at that - this orthon's not just a killer, but an artist!
The disc's on the move, hopefully leading to the end of this bloody Gauntlet.
At last, we can travel in style!
How long were you skulking there, practicing that rhyme before I arrived?
Did you now? And what danger would that be?
Really? That is suspiciously fair.
Speaking of my tale, I do have one thing to ask you. A proposal of sorts.
Hardly, this is something else entirely.
Long ago, some Infernal runes were cut into my back. I'd rather like to know what they say.
All right, a different question - can you tell me what the Infernal scars on my back mean?
Before you go - what can you tell me about the Infernal scars on my back?
A beautiful spear. I wonder if it's the same one Shadowheart needed.
Oh, this is beautiful. A fine weapon.
So, there's a whole temple down there. With something lurking inside.
Alas, I've nothing to fill it with.
It's been some time since anyone considered me a natural anything.
I'm not exactly 'living', technically speaking.
Do you feel better now, Shadowheart? A little less tense?
At least Shar will be happy. Or whatever passes for 'happy' with her.
She does seem like a powerful ally. I just hope she's powerful enough.
With her free, Ketheric is exposed. We only have to strike.
Well, she's Ketheric's now. Her fate's in his hands.
Let's hope we backed the right horse. Or the right nightmare.
She's definitely immortal - no question about that.
Should... should we kill her again?
At least you've made Shar happy. Or whatever passes for 'happy' with her.
I'm glad you let her go - she seems like a powerful ally.
Gods, what a hellish thing to be trapped in.
Ketheric has form when it comes to cruelty, I'll give him that.
Interesting sigil. Not that I know or care who it belongs to.
There's no mistaking that - it's Myrkul's mark.
Tenacious little runts. They can't keep throwing themselves at me forever... I hope.
A magic lock - no amount of picking will pop that.
A spell to divide one into many... Gosh, I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
I feel as though a light breeze would float me away - how quaint.
Oh what - it won't fight its friends? Coward.
Well, he's dead. Let's hope he stays that way.
An infernal ritual circle... Someone's been very naughty.
What odd markings. Ritualistic, perhaps.
Well. This looks familiar.
That disc looks like it could take us somewhere.
But where will it take us?
And it's easy as that.
Growing people in vats just takes all the sport out of dinner.
I'm not an impatient man, but Halsin is taking his bloody time in there.
Meenlocks! They're nearly as sensitive to light as I was.
Look out - meenlocks!
They can't stand bright lights - any flame or illumination will help.
Hells! Whatever you are, you can keep those claws to yourself.
Hells! What's this new horror?
It's something with razor-sharp claws. Keep your distance.
He's dead. And he took any chance of lifting the curse with him.
So he was snooping around the House of Healing. I wonder what he found.
The name's Astarion. And I rather dislike vines in uninvited places.
A little shimmering shield of light. It should be a reprieve from the shadows, if nothing else.
It's now or never, druid! Get back here!
I wanted to ask you about the Infernal scars on my back. What do they mean?
That was wonderful! A little messy, but wonderful.
What's that in his pocket? Looks official.
I thought Sharrans were usually the ones worshipping in the shadows.
Well, we live and learn. Or we die and don't.
This curse really doesn't want to be lifted!
Speaking of bloody - the scars on my back. Can you tell me what they mean?
I want to know about the scars on my back. What do they mean?
Shadow-cursed gith? As if they weren't bad enough normally.
He went into the shadows alone? What a dolt.
Hells, he did it. He's through to the Shadowfell.
That's... not the same cow as I saw at the druids' grove... is it?
Followers of the Absolute? Seems the curse isn't picky when it comes to victims.
Flaming Fist armour. And someone - something - burst out of it like a moth from a cocoon.
Armour and blood. Hardly a good sign.
Next time, we might want to consider leaving well enough alone.
Perhaps, but what a fight. What a story!
Food animals should not try to kill you. That goes for oxen, chickens, and people.
My dear lady - look at my complexion. I am at death's door.
A tollhouse? And people call vampires parasites.
Let's hope whoever abandoned it left their valuables behind.
That noise - it's the doodad we took from that gith captain.
It's the gith's psionic detector. His ilk must be nearby.
A stone masons' hall, judging from the crest.
They were clearly artists. You can tell because it's a mess in here.
What's this? Cheese? Or something that used to be cheese...
A distillery. Not my preferred tipple, honestly.
I'm sure a place like this has spirits aplenty.
It won't budge. Seems I'll have to fight my way out.
Silks from Cormyr? Ah. No. Just cobwebs.
Well that does... something. Not that the gibberish scrawled on it is any help.
Poor thing. You can hardly blame her for loving gold...
Oh dear - she's well-pickled, whoever she was.
The Brewer's blackmailer. Quite the pickle she got herself into.
Mysterious sigils. I hope they don't mean something important.
Charms and prayers, scribbled by the Harpers before they fought.
Githyanki hunters - was that what the gith trinket was warning us about?
Seems Voss was right - the psionic detector worked a treat.
Thank gods it's over. That creature was disgusting.
The door's blocked on the other side - there's no picking that.
The damn thing's pickled himself with booze - will he even feel pain?
Is that a hospital? Not that anyone's being healed around here.
Well hello - the dust's disturbed here. Someone's been using this door.
Hasty graves for Selûne's dead. I wonder what the rush was.
Makeshift graves for Selûne's dead, killed by Shar's forces.
Rushed, sloppy graves. You almost feel sorry for the corpses.
Looks like fun, but we're not getting in this way.
Charms and prayers, scribbled by Harpers before they went into battle.
Ah yes, the gods - famously compassionate and concerned with mortal lives.
Is that a hospital? Here?
For all the good it's doing in a place like this.
Gods, that was horrific. Even by this place's standards.
Horrific as this place is, seeing someone cut down by their own minions is always funny.
That was... easy? I wish more of our enemies were that happy to destroy themselves.
Gems from Thay. Or gem, rather...
Quite the list of characters, but hardly my taste.
I feel lighter - like the curse just evaporated. What is this place?
As tadpoles go, this is quite the specimen.
This better be worth it - I can't stand puzzles.
Hells, I can feel the worm squirming - like it wants to burrow through my skull.
Mine too - it senses something down there. Something big.
I can feel the parasite squirming in my skull. There's something big ahead - and the worm knows it.
To enthral so many that you need a nautiloid fleet... My word.
This is pointless! Ketheric's invincible so long as Nightsong's rotting in his cage.
Nothing. Is there a problem with the power source?
I know my destiny - he's waiting in Baldur's Gate. And you're standing in my way, old man.
That's a little too much blood, even for me.
Ah, this again. It's even worse up close.
I think we have more pressing concerns than a trip down memory lane.
An illithid brine pool - but no tadpoles. Curious.
Empty of tadpoles... I wonder where the little wrigglers went?
Tadpoling a cambion... Better the devil you know, I suppose.
So this is where Moonrise dumps its waste.
Hardly any point - the platform's already here.
The transformation Ketheric underwent was... horrifying. So powerful, but so grotesque.
There was barely anything of the man left, even before we finished him.
Mol's eyepatch. I doubt that's a good sign.
An eyepatch? I swear, if there are pirates here too...
The little brains aren't attacking. They must think we're all on the same side.
Ow! That... took something. And it hurt.
If you must chatter with everyone before we go, do be quick. The City awaits.
If we head west, we'll hit Baldur's Gate. And if we're quick, we might even get there before the Absolute's army.
Gods above. Look at you...
Lae'zel - no!
No! My sweet, bloodthirsty friend.
Shadowheart! No!
Karlach! You can't die - I won't let you die.
No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!
Jaheira! You will be avenged.
No, Gale!
Wyll! Get up, you sweet fool!
Minthara! Damn it all.
No - Minsc! You can't die, not now!
No - Halsin! Gods damn it...
Off we go, then.
That thing is tiny, and I am not.
Is that how we were meant to turn out? Deluded cultists who thought we were talking to a god?
Were we meant to turn out like that? Blissful idiots who thought they were talking to their god?
Now's not the time.
As much as I relish watching you stare at me speechlessly while you struggle with what to say, I have business with another tonight.
That thing is small, and I am not.
It is, as they say, empty.
I wonder, is that - no, an ordinary lamp. Pity.
Ngh! Damn thing. The lock won't budge.
Gods, I need to rest. Maybe the world will feel less insane in the morning.
Those rocks look ancient - they won't be cracked open by force.
I will have my vengeance. Cazador will be dust.
I can't hurt him. How disappointing.
Those figures were just githyanki? I was so sure I saw demons.
Duke Ravengard's alive? If barely.
Duke Ravengard? Well, this is a surprise.
That is foul.
Now is not the time.
Let's wait until no one's trying to kill me.
Killing people now, playing with doodads later.
Maybe later, when I'm not locked in combat?
A poor imitation. I see you, you sneaky little shapeshifter.
Well now, what have we here?
Well hello there.
Hmm, what could you be?
What's that I spy?
Ah, interesting.
A trap. Someone doesn't like visitors.
It's a trap. And a nasty one at that.
It's uncooperative.
That did nothing.
It's not broken, but it isn't working either.
Seems not.
I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.
I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere...
Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.
No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.
Nothing. There must be some other way of activating this...
Well, that's not working. Maybe the 'on' switch is somewhere else.
I can't activate it here - there must be a mechanism somewhere else.
Nothing's happening. There has to be a way to get it working nearby.
Heal me, damn you!
I never cared for spyglasses. Watching things from afar is hardly fun.
The world looks so small. Like you could just reach out and take it.
You again? And I thought we were friends.
Exquisite. Simply exquisite.
Let's have a look at myself...
I don't need a reflection to know this looks fabulous.
It's... me. The ritual gave me back my reflection - after all these years...
Hello again. Gods, I missed you.
Nicely done.
I won't lie, it felt satisfying. But let's not forget we're here to find a healer.
So, more goblins could arrive at any moment? Lovely.
Goblins, tieflings, who cares? All that matters is finding a healer.
A broken tiefling nose. They're as popular here as everywhere else.
Entertaining as it was, let's not forget why we're here. We need a healer.
Well. That's one way to introduce yourself to the locals.
We've only just arrived and they're trying to kill each other. Delicious.
Horrible little thing. She'd better not forget this.
I just wish we could've made a deal with a wood nymph or - anything less vile, really.
I didn't take these refugees for killers. Maybe I've misjudged them.
The goblin was just put out of our misery, that's all.
Another dead refugee. What a sorry bunch of souls.
Let's get on, before the druids decide we're on their list of enemies, too.
So this is what honesty gets you? Consider my lesson learned.
I trust the next time someone asks if we have a mind flayer tadpole in any of our skulls, we'll consider lying?
Did that cow just give me the side-eye? Is that... normal?
If you start to turn, I encourage you to take it. I'm sure it'll be very entertaining for the rest of us.
If we do start to turn, I'd prefer a method with a little more flair than poison. Is self-immolation totally passé?
Hear, hear. If you turn, I'd rather slit that pretty neck of yours myself, anyway.
Pretty bottle, but I wouldn't take wyvern poison, even if we do begin to turn.
I don't put much faith in goblins, but this priestess could know something?
We are finding ourselves with some interesting bedfellows...
That was invigorating. There's nothing like a good killing to loosen up the joints.
But what were the grubby little beasts after? This place doesn't look like much.
I just wonder if the grubby little beasts had any friends. And if they're nearby.
Tell him your tale - wealth, power, vampires, crypt...
Ugh. Already rotting. I prefer my meat fresh.
Let the goblins kill them. At least they'll enjoy it.
Is that a growth spell? I've never heard one like it.
It's a growth spell. What's the worst it could do?
It's no good - they're impossibly strong.
Well. It seems we're not invited.
No one's getting in. Impressive, if a little dramatic.
Glowing eyes are so rarely a good sign. Best tread carefully.
All right. I'll see what I can do.
Well, if you make it worth my while...
A dead drow. Quite the decoration.
And a dead tadpole in that brine.
Never mind that - what a statue!
Part library, part morgue. An interesting combination.
That's precious little use to me, is it?
If you touch my pack again, I'll pull your horns off. Slowly.
If you're lying to me, I'll rip those horns off your adorable little head.
That was uncomfortably close. Imagine, being killed by a dwarf...
Excellent news! All the power, none of the tentacles.
We're in Elturgard? Baldur's Gate is bloody leagues away.
We're in Elturgard? Ugh. Baldur's Gate is still leagues away.
Goblin and gnoll markers on the map too. Looks like they're mostly... everywhere.
This 'Halsin' was taking notes on our wriggling friends.
He sounds like someone worth talking to.
If there's a cure, it seems Halsin is the one to talk to.
Then let's find him. Time is short.
Assuming he's still alive.
If he's dead, we'll make his corpse talk.
Goblin tracks. You can practically smell the filth.
Shadow Druids? Kagha's more interesting than I gave her credit for.
Really? She's more interesting than I gave her credit for.
This 'Kagha' sounds interesting. A shame she'll probably have to die.
Hello. Someone's taken a knife to that tree.
That seems to be Kagha's tree. And the Shadow Druids' mark.
She is vulnerable. Helpless. And you are hungry.
That's an unruly-looking mushroom. Best not get too close.
Well, that didn't work. What's missing?
No joy. Seems I need more lava.
Oh look, a new friend's come to play.
It barely tickled him! What am I missing?
The earth's been charred. Ominous.
A fake wall. Hopefully hiding real secrets.
Sounds like someone's about to die. I feel so at home here.
Seems it's all full up.
Arriving in style. I rather like it!
Yes! You felt that, didn't you, you stupid lump?
Oh, there are mephits now too? Wonderful! Why not?
It's transformed? What's this trickery?
Just rubble and dust.
The hells? What's so important about these wetlands that it would lead here?
The hells? Why would it take us here of all places?
Strewth!
Careful. Not everyone looks this good dead.
The mark of the Absolute. No intention of playing nice with other gods, it seems.
A little blasphemous graffiti, though I don't recognise the symbol.
You know, I can't tell if it's mourning, angry, or just hungry.
Duergar and myconid bodies. Someone's been fighting.
What the hells?
The camp looks abandoned. And rightly so.
Huh. Drow statues are normally more regal and pompous.
Gods, how many masks are there?
A curious mask. It's almost cute.
A whole gaggle of merregons. They never fight alone, though - where's their commander?
Still only merregon remains, though. Whatever commanded them, I'm not sure it's dead.
The longer you look at them, the more unsettling they get.
It's surprisingly heavy. Style over practicality, I suppose.
A merregon mask, no less. Hells' footsoldiers - their bodies disintegrate, leaving only these behind.
A merregon mask, no less. Hells' footsoldiers.
Sadly, 'cute' alone isn't worth much.
A secret button? It seems this ring is more than just a fashion piece.
Well. That's different, at least.
Impressive-looking ruins down there, but well out of reach.
No duergar built this fort. They don't have the imagination.
Lolth leading her drow into the Underdark. This must be ancient.
Please. I prefer my art to be a little less... shit.
These drow are a statement. It's not like duergar to be so bold.
Bloody Underdark. Even the mushrooms are out to get you.
No duergar built this place. They don't have the style.
Over there. Another friendly little critter.
The hells was that? We'd better not get buried down here.
It's transformed! A clever little trick.
Another scrying eye, same as the one skulking around the goblins' camp. Someone's watching.
Let's not make a scene, then.
A scrying eye. Someone's watching this place.
A scrying eye. Someone's watching.
Another scrying eye, same as the one skulking around the goblins' camp.
A resupply stash. I wonder if Lolth's pets left anything good.
I'm not normally one for literature, but there's something there.
Ah, a Nightfall feast. Though I'm not sure it should be quite so ripe.
I've heard of that - a banquet that ends with you murdering someone in Shar's name. Quite the event.
Ah, a Nightfall feast in honour of Shar. An evening of food and merriment before a spot of murder - charming.
Feeling hungry? I'm decidedly not.
It's deep and dark, but something's twinkling at the bottom.
Feel free to throw yourself in. I'll watch.
What a charming pit. Could be anything down there.
Dark Justiciars, just as Halsin said. Moonrise Towers must be close.
It is getting toasty. Surely the forge must be close.
Rope and gear. That gnome's escape route, no doubt.
Rope and gear. Someone was feeling adventurous.
Shut that oversized chicken up!
What's it doing? It's not going to eat them, is it?
Is that a bone? What a treat.
Nothing more to plunder.
Just once, I'd like to teleported to a nice feather bed.
I don't trust that tree. It feels wrong.
The Black Network's mark. Spies, murderers, and thieves ahead, I guess.
The weapons here are more rust than steel. How long's it been since they tasted flesh?
I feel cold. Empty. What are those flowers doing to me?
Raising the dead is easier than capturing slaves. The drow in Menzoberranzan could learn something.
They're just husks. I couldn't care less if they're slaves or building material.
Every ancient ruin has a story to tell - that much is true, at least.
A rather fascinating history - shame the place is so dusty.
Oh that's a familiar feeling. Darkness and loss.
A spell. Cast Light on the chest, and we should be all clear.
I'm sure that's very useful if you know what it means. Alas, I don't.
Arrows and the bloody tracks of short legs. Someone went gnome-hunting.
Urgh. What a mess.
A Harper's rune. Something must be stashed nearby.
A secret rune or just graffiti? Hard to say.
Poor Glut. All ambition, no competence.
I doubt any tears will be shed. Or... secreted? Whatever mushrooms do.
Stay silent. Could Cazador have found you?
If the Dark Justiciar's letter was right, there should be a stash here somewhere.
Who's coming? Cazador's minions? Have they found me?
What's that? Blood on the ground...
Footprints on the ground. Always worth a look.
Call me 'slave' again, and I'll feed you your own stomach.
Turn your mind to the damp floor of your master's crypt.
And yet I don't care a jot for you. Now that's curious.
Hmm? What? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.
Beasts and Hellknights? You can hardly blame him for being a coward.
Lovely. Held together by rust and hope.
So much for Glut. Ashes to ashes, mulch to mulch.
No duergar made this. The design looks Sharran...
Oh this is far too nice to be duergar-made.
They made the wrong deal, but they got themselves into that mess. They can get themselves out.
I had really hoped we were above base pursuits like 'monster hunting'.
They did not want to part with that chest. And their boss promised good coin if it stays locked.
Yes, but why tell us not to open it unless there's something very good inside?
You don't hide trinkets in a box like that. There's something good rattling around in there.
So what are we waiting for? Let's crack it open and see.
That Zhent woman promised a lot of coin for this chest, but only if we don't peek inside.
She was very clear that we shouldn't open it... but what if we did, though?
That Zhent woman promised a lot of coin for this chest, as long as I don't peek inside...
You don't hide trinkets in a box like that. There must be something good rattling around in there.
I've seen some disturbing things, but that was in the top five.
It certainly puts 'the miracle of birth' in a new light.
This place reeks of blood. Let's go, before more join us.
The gnolls' stink is everywhere.
No wonder, if they're leaping from hyenas left and right.
It's a well-roasted shield.
There's not much that can turn aside a dragon's breath.
Not much use against a dragon's breath.
Some old, forgotten bones.
They're sporting Harper and druid armour. Fought together and died together.
Who cares - do they have anything worth taking?
I hope your belongings are in better shape than you are.
Urgh. That body's so ripe, I'd need to drink the blood with a fork.
Urgh, that smells ripe.
Ah, Lae'zel's been left behind. I could go back for her. Or not.
You're not abandoning her! Just redistributing your presence.
An honest-to-goodness coward. It's almost refreshing to see.
See there? Something tore through that rock like paper.
Dragon claws, surely.
Whatever did it, I don't want to meet it.
Something tore through that rock like paper.
A red dragon. Look at the power in that body.
Blasted wyrm - where did it come from?
You go a lifetime without seeing one, and then they won't stop pestering you.
Dragon! Look out!
That door's radiating heat. Time for caution, I think.
A false wall? Sneaky.
The dragon saw to our 'detour'.
Oh that's excellent! So good to see a secret passage with some flair.
That cur - where's it running off to?
A collapsed tunnel. Nasty way to be buried.
Gnoll birth makes ceremorphosis look like a doddle.
Let's just go. There's only so much my stomach can take.
What in the Nine Hells did I just watch?
What a waste. She was a powerful specimen.
Stubborn thing. It's blocked from the other side.
I like it. Suits you.
Now that's... dedication?
Ah, the world just got a little less wretched.
Circles and the celestial. It's the seal from that journal.
Well then, shall we?
I spy a scrying eye. Let's not get its attention.
I've seen better.
Well. Into the dark we go, I suppose.
Dead. What a magnificent sight.
I just hate seeing animals in cages.
The debris didn't shift - perhaps a little more oomph is required.
Slithering away the moment its host is dead. Not that I expected loyalty from a worm.
Let's forget it for now? The less I think about that thing swimming about in my skull, the happier I'll be.
Well, that can't be good.
Some Baldurians would pay good coin for a tussle like that.
Oh I've seen worse. Gnomes can be - well, I'm sure you know.
Oh I've seen worse. Gnomes can be... ugh.
A Selûnite coming-of-age ritual? Well I guess they have to celebrate something.
Looks like the goblins found her little hideaway.
A pity. I kind of liked her.
Looks like the goblins found her little hideaway. Pity.
Well. Quite the page turner. I'll get back to it when I have more time to focus.
Drink in the darkness, embracing it, and turn the page.
Face the darkness with your own, delve deeper.
I'd see my home. My real home - the one I haven't seen in centuries.
I'd see how to safely keep the powers this mind flayer's worm has given me.
I'd see Cazador, my old master, burning in the sun.
Some wall. Steady as a drunk hill giant.
You damn fool! Who knows what power it contained?
Oh no, that book is mine.
Old, but not quite dead. Heh.
Excellent! Now, to forge the bloody thing.
It's useless without a flame.
I'm no metalsmith, but I believe I need some fire.
This would be perfect if I had sussur bark. But I don't. So it isn't.
I wonder what's hiding down in all that darkness.
By all means - you first.
I'm not one for manual labour, but this might just be worth it.
An impressive set of bones. Pity to see it abandoned.
The Absolute? They follow the same god as that wretched goblin, Sazza.
Seems like a popular little deity, whoever they are.
True Souls? Absolute? They sounded deranged.
Did you follow a word of that?
They're devoted to this Absolute. Whatever it is.
Raise a brow. You aren't impressed.
Ah, someone had good taste in books.
Or they were just a shameless alcoholic.
Blueprints for some devilish weapons. Our friend was a fine blacksmith.
They're sketches - more like early drafts than final blueprints.
More blueprints from our local blacksmith.
The same as before, minus the sussur bark. An early draft, perhaps?
Goblins. I can smell trouble ahead.
Well that was pathetic. Sorry bones, guarding dusty old trinkets.
They're unthinking cadavers. I may as well feel sorry for a bread basket.
Who lets their guards' eyes rot away? Honestly, it would've been a crime not to steal that treasure.
Next time we'll grind their bones to make our bread.
I can't believe we ran from clacking old bones.
It won't move. How disappointing.
An iron coin? I'd prefer gold, but I'll take it.
A chained book? Oh, that's just begging to be read.
Scribes with swords? So much for the quill being mightier.
Well this is darling. Very 'Granny's cottage' meets 'rotting troll carcass.'
Smells like trouble.
Delightful. 'Granny's cottage' meets 'rotting troll carcass.'
Looks like we missed all the fun.
Redcaps, no doubt. Wasteful creatures.
Whatever attacked them, you have to admire its gusto.
Well, someone had some fun.
They're not attacking. Fooled by a mask.
Babbling idiot doesn't know what he's talking about.
Probably another of the hag's mind games. Nothing more.
Babbling idiot. Clearly has no idea what he's talking about...
It smells rancid in here. New blood caked on old.
Someone knew how to have fun.
New blood caked on old. It smells rancid.
Who sent you? Was it Cazador?
What were you going to do to me?
Why did you need me alive? Why not destroy me?
Killed and left for scavengers. What a waste.
Although whoever killed them did a masterful job.
Dead? I thought they had a sister to find? That's just lazy, boys.
What'll you do when you find the vampire? Kill him?
Gone. Although her stench remains.
She's running. Now it's a hunt.
... He probably should've stayed put.
... Do you think he's all right?
Well he's no one to blame but himself.
That was revolting.
What happened, happened. Standing here arguing won't change it.
Astarion - just delighted to meet you, madam.
Wicked little beasts - they'll down you in one strike.
Oh dear - rather a graceless landing from our githyanki guide.
Running water normally burns like acid. But now - who knows?
I'd rather it be hurt than me. Do be careful.
A waste of perfectly good blood.
A waste of... you have interesting priorities.
We have to sneak the druid out of this? It's a veritable plague of goblins.
Finding him is one thing - getting him out safely is something else entirely.
That 'weapon' the cultists seek... Perhaps they mean the artefact?
This 'weapon' the cult is after - do you think it's our artefact?
Let's not advertise it, just in case. The last thing we need is another target on our back.
I haven't spent much time with helpless old ladies. Was that normal?
We probably gave those two idiots an easier death than whatever she had planned for them.
It's not enough to have a worm slither into my eye, it has to be cursed with dark magic too.
It must be powerful magic to stop the parasite in its tracks. I wonder what else it could do?
Well well, look what you've been hiding.
He's guiding his students. They look sharper now - hungry for blood.
AH! I was sure I had it that time.
The only doll in a githyanki crèche is an illithid practice dummy. Shock.
What in the hells -
That's what those little brats were tormenting?
Just when you think a place can't get any more ominous. Charming.
It's unnerving. This place makes my skin crawl.
I'm more worried about this 'Inquisitor'. Do you really think he'll help us?
We do have a history of things going badly. But I'm sure this time will be different.
An 'inquisitor', is it? I never was a fan of inquisitions.
Rules, rules, rules - life must be a real bore.
He locked us in. That... can't be good.
Quite the selection of strange little gadgets.
Bloody thing - it's jammed shut.
These gith have mapped half of bloody Faerûn. To what end, I wonder?
Looks like the barrier's already down. How lovely.
I imagined the gith slept on slabs of stone and nails - not beds.
No banquets in sight with this pantry, that's for sure.
Well, that's one grunt down, but someone else is calling the shots around here.
A Guardian of Faith spell. Who knew faith lasted so long?
Undead crushed underfoot. I'll try not to take it personally.
The 'Blood of Lathander'? They probably don't mean it literally, unfortunately.
Ah, Lathander - god of dawn's sun. Not exactly favoured by my kind.
Skewered on a gith blade. At least they made it quick.
Skewered like a hog. They probably died like one too.
It seems any old weapon will do, if it's the right type.
There's no time - I need to get off this damned roof!
Nothing left of the original raiding party but bones. Shame.
Nothing but githyanki bones left in this armour. Shame.
I was almost buried here. That was altogether too close.
That was altogether too close.
That would have taken out the monastery, the crèche, and most definitely us.
We'll be more cautious in future. Probably. Maybe...
We may have caused all that, but we also stopped it. You're welcome.
This is an ancient holy relic? It doesn't feel that ancient. Or holy.
What is that wailing? A child?
Incredible - completely untouched. It looks frozen in time.
There's not much time - I have to get out of here now.
Is the enemy of my enemy my friend? Or do the gith only have enemies?
Call all the friends you want, bird. It won't save you.
Yes, it's quite broken. We'll need another way across.
This place reeks of alcohol - best watch my fire. Or not...
What a majestic weapon. Even the gith would cower at you.
Well look at you. I bet you were a powerful weapon in your day.
This is better, but I'm still getting the hells out of here.
That machine's ready to blow - let's not hang about.
I was expecting a gith crèche to look a little less... shit?
Yes, it does look a little - how can I put it? Shit?
Perhaps we're better off without magic this time?
Gremishkas? Those little pussy cats are allergic to magic - better watch my spells.
They kept the 'Blood of Lathander' here? Please, it was begging to be stolen.
Almost clear - just a little further.
Enough gallivanting - I need to get down from here!
Gods - it's gone. Completely destroyed.
A shame I can't carry power like that in my pocket.
It's gone - the entire place is just... gone.
Well, you don't see power like that every day.
Ah, it's lost its glow. That's... unfortunate? I think?
I do love collecting a well-guarded treasure. You feel powerful.
I understand the need for security, but really. That seemed excessive.
The better the protection, the better the prize. The monks must have treasured this.
Hardly surprising - it looks powerful.
|Something doesn't feel right.|
Well - did you kill it? And what was it, anyway?
That smell is rank. Positively enfeebling.
I was hoping for a beep or a clank or something.
A far cry from the Upper City hot baths, I must say.
Go for the neck, Boo!
Even the power of a squeaky ball isn't enough to break the dog out of that kennel.
Well... there might have been another dog around?
What, I have to go and pick it up myself? Ridiculous.
I should probably free the dog - this ball won't fetch itself.
Good riddance to the dog. Who'd miss that waggy little tail...
Does it have a sad squeak now? Is that even possible?
I suppose I'll just pick it up myself.
Can't believe the stupid dog isn't here to get the stupid ball.
Oh, the dog's had enough fun? Lazy mutt.
Dog? Dog! Fetch the ball. Fetch the - never mind, I'll get it.
First he wants to fetch, now he doesn't want to fetch. Make up your mind, dog.
The dog's tired after one little game of fetch? Weak. Pathetic. Barely a good boy at all.
In a world of demons and dragons, you're scared of wolves?
That blade was forged in magic, I'd bet anything on it.
I trust you saw the amulet? Seems like useful magic.
That blade was forged in magic. No doubt Gale will want it.
That worked. Following instructions is a mug's game.
A scroll of true resurrection? I should incinerate things more often.
Magic boots. And powerful magic at that.
Those boots looked special. Something for later, perhaps?
That's no ordinary cowl. Something you have your eye on?
A book of necromancy. Something you'd be interested in?
That book looks enticing. The kind of thing you're hunting, Gale?
That is quite the view. And a fine place to eject unwelcome guests.
So this is the key to lifting that dome. The archives will be a walk in the park now.
Ah, the phrase to unlock our treasures. Best get to the archive if we want to use it.
Luskan was a fine city, once. Well... it was a hive of pirates and vagabonds, but that's fine by me.
It sounds... quiet. I can't hear the mind flayer's voice here.
Oh, I don't care for that at all. It's just unsettling.
There's something unsettling about this. It's a devil's tool, no doubt.
The blood stains I could ignore, but chanting always sounds ominous.
Well the gnomes call him Nebelun - that's his 'true name', surely?
Wait, 'Gond' isn't his true name? Gods can't make anything easy, can they?
And that's all of them! I was never worried.
And it's off! That was more stressful than I'd like.
Another one safe. This could be going a whole lot worse.
Gods damn it. I can't help but feel we're at least partly to blame.
And what does dear Orin have to say this time?
Another letter from Orin? Well, joy.
A letter from Orin. I can't imagine it's good news...
That's the stench of a sea devil, all right. Rare to see them here, though.
Another of those stinking creatures? Why in the hells are they attacking here?
Well that was foul, all the way from its wretched tip to its vile tail.
And... that's it! Damn, I'm good.
And... no. Absolutely nothing.
Focus, darling. The red ghost there's got 'Bhaal's favourite' written all over him.
Poofing off, just like that? Hmph.
Not to spoil the fun, but that's some powerful magic. One hit, and you're done for.
Oh, I hate art.
I don't know why I expected anything else.
A ghargatula skull? How do you even kill a fiend like that?
There're more than trinkets in here - only a true diabolist keeps a collection like this.
Well there's no way that's real. What's it even meant to be?
A picture of Gortash. They must be very proud of their boy.
Is that Gortash? Gods, he just gets everywhere, doesn't he?
Hey - no! You do not throw furniture at your guests.
A fake devil's head? Oh, this place is charming.
Don't see many of those - a genuine death devil skull, all the way from the Fugue Plane.
Ah, the rattle of coin. They must have done a brisk trade.
Quite the collection of toys. Someone likes to play rough...
So this was Shadowheart's little hideaway? Well that explains some things...
Books, candles, blankets - someone made a cosy little nest here.
And what would Carrion be doing down in the ruins under the city?
'Kurwin'? Oh, from the courier's note! Something about settling a debt with Nine-Fingers...
A fine vintage - mixed with poison and just a hint of paralytic agent.
I know this vintage - it's a paralysing poison.
A gith text? Looks like the Sharrans did their research on the Prism.
What in the Hells - Hello? Let me out!
The key is free. And it looks fancy -from the Counting House, maybe?
Well, that was a bust.
Well, something's happening?
I - hmm. Well, that didn't work.
That doll's behind Mayrina's curse - it's too creepy not to be.
Oh, not a creepy doll. Oh that's just awful.
Well grabbing the wretched little thing won't do anything. I'll have to nullify its magic.
That easel - is it connected to something? Missing something? It just doesn't look right.
It's the gith trinket. They won't attack the tavern, will they? Some things are sacred.
That was almost too easy.
What in the - well, that didn't go as planned.
Now these are some pretty jewels. More ornate than I'd expect to find here, but we won't complain.
Royal jewels from the elven court in Suldanessellar. Strange to find them here...
Maybe we should turn back. The Emperor warned us going beyond the gate would be a little... deathy.
We should probably follow her - this showdown will be something to see.
Well, that was easy. She'll deliver herself straight to Lorroakan.
A mirror that reflects nothing is bad enough, but this one feels hungry...
That mirror is ancient - the time of Gorothir ancient. And here it sits, like a window to the Shadowfell.
This doesn't smell right. The wine was tainted - poisoned!
A peculiar bottle with a peculiar smell. What is that...?
'Only a Patriar's Loss can open this door.'
What does that mean? A patriar's loss of power? Wealth? Or do we need to kill someone?
I've never seen gems like these before. They must be fake, surely?
Oh, you're a rare treat! Infernal gems, from the third layer of the Hells.
Behind those crates - it looks like there's an opening.
I know this Kozakuran - it's the same dusty old language on the ballroom door.
Kozakuran? I've seen this around somewhere, but we were always forbidden from studying it.
I know this Kozakuran - it's the same dusty old language on the Szarr signet ring.
Well, they look extremely pilferable. Once you get past the magic protecting them.
Well, they look exquisite. And extremely pilferable.
Well well, look at you. That painting must be worth a fortune...
Horns from an honest-to-hells war devil! My, my.
Horns made to look like they came from a war devil... I think.
A map of the tunnels Father Lorgan used, with his name scrawled on top. Someone was watching him...
A map of tunnels under the Open Hand Temple, along with a name - 'Father Lorgan'.
A map of tunnels running under the Open Hand Temple, with one murdered priest's name scrawled on top - 'Father Lorgan.'
A map with Father Lorgan's name - seems the shapeshifters were all over the tunnels he used.
A map of tunnels running under some temple. And a name - 'Father Lorgan'.
A bronze dragon and an elf. A powerful alliance, for sure.
A dragon and an elf. Quite the pair.
More shaking? What are these bloody things?
She's playing with us. But what the hells is her game?
So, Orin's a shapeshifter. Which means we can't trust anyone - not even each other.
I know that symbol on its collar - you don't belong to Gale, do you?
A winged cat? Sure, why not? It's not even in the top five weirdest things we've seen.
Is that Gale's winged moggy? What's it doing here?
I've never seen a tressym before, let alone a stray. What are you doing here?
Gale - that's your symbol on its collar. This isn't yours, is it?
Balduran and his winged friend, looking out over the city they founded.
One dragon, one elf, and one Baldur's Gate.
Balduran sails off into the sunset, leaving the dragon to look after the city. Lazy git.
So the elf sails off into the sunset, leaving a dragon to look after the city. Lazy git.
A shapeshifter. What a pity, I thought we were killing a real clown.
Another shifter. Shame, I thought we were killing a real clown.
A personal invitation from Gortash? Well, it would be rude not to show face.
After everything, now he's just inviting us in? How considerate...
What in all the Hells is going on?
It felt like a bloody earthquake.
Damn it! Get down here!
I'm back! Now to find that djinni and kick his misty arse.
The path to Ansur needs 'a true hero's spark'? Would they accept a 'morally-questionable hero's spark'?
A dragon sleeping under Baldur's Gate, waiting for a 'true hero'? Would he accept a 'morally-questionable hero', I wonder?
A grisly corpse and the Lord of Murder. The perfect match, really.
Gods, what a mess.
It was a clean decapitation - I'll give them that.
Someone's sending a message. And I'm not sure I care for it.
Dead drow, dead spiders - I can't imagine Lolth would approve.
Well, someone fancies themselves an artist.
All dead. Seems Father Lorgan's help wasn't worth much.
All dead. Not much of a hiding place, it seems.
Well, I found her. I wonder how the amulet will take the news.
Ah, Shirra Clarwen. Time to reunite you with dear old grandad.
Our mind flayer friend's disappeared. Let's hope it stays out of trouble.
This is where the toys from the barn were crafted. What a wicked little workshop.
So, this toymaker's been converting cuddly bears into deadly traps? How wicked.
I wonder where else these 'toys' have ended up. Who do you target with exploding bears?
So, dear Arfur's been converting toys into deadly traps? Very naughty...
Hardly the home of a sweet, generous soul. It might be worth looking into his 'donations' - who knows what he's been giving?
Now, let's find his hoard.
It's only half-finished and I already detest it.
It looks just like the toys from the barn. Better watch my step.
Blood's still warm. Whatever happened to his head happened recently.
Something obliterated his skull. What a mess.
Feathers. Looks like the postmaster's down a messenger pigeon.
Bird feathers, but no bird. Maybe the remains of a cat's lunch?
Pigeon feathers, although there is a distinct lack of pigeon.
What in the hells - Djinni? Where did you send me?!
I hope this time he stays dead.
Yes, yes, very tragic. Now let's find his hoard.
More of Orin's shape-shifting freaks. I'm sure Bhaal's making excellent use of them.
Shape-shifting assassins? I'd be impressed, if they hadn't been trying to kill me.
Wonderful, just what an insane cult needed - more shape-shifting assassins.
A clown's arm, stained with greasepaint and blood.
Dribbles' foot - and it smells even worse than it looks.
A clown's head. Not laughing now, are you, Dribbles?
That's it - one whole clown. Now can we please give him to the ringmaster?
We nearly have an entire clown - just one piece left. I hope.
I wonder if the rest of the clown is as... artfully presented.
A good start, but the ringmaster wants more. We need the whole clown.
A bloody leg. From a bloody awful clown, no doubt.
A clown's dismembered torso, still in jolly rags.
Is that a pelvis? Gods, you almost feel sorry for Dribbles.
A painted hand. It belongs to Dribbles or someone with equally woeful taste.
A clown's decapitated head? Is this modern art or just murder?
Is that - yes, flesh. Human flesh, no less.
Don't forget the letter - at least some of these toys have lethal modifications.
Cuddly toys - perfect for weak, soft children.
Will you stop this bloody shaking?
|There's a space behind that wall...|
|This prison is a bit a dysmal. And boring.|
Footprints, heading into that cave. Suspiciously small footprints...
There's something here. I'm just not sure what.
If the bird was taken to the temple, odds are its letters were too.
Alas, poor pigeon. Looks like it was dragged towards the temple.
Bird blood. They're basically the rats of the sky.
I can feel the brain... feel its weight in my head... I'm close...
We're so close - just keep them back!
There's so many to kill! Just push through - reach the brain!
We can't win - not like this. Punch through them and get to the brain!
Florrick! Get out here, Counsellor!
Without those stones, we are worse than doomed. Do not lose them!
What in the Hells - do not drop the Netherstones! We're done without them.
Oh gods, that was - I just - ... *yhurk*.
I can never unsee that. Gods...
Well... rather him than us?
Get to the brain, damn you! Dominate it or we're all going to die!
I'm wasting time killing trash - I need to dominate the brain!
You need to go - get to the Crown and cast the spell to dominate the brain! I can hold them here.
Will you please go and dominate the brain? We can't hold forever.
I never knew mind flayers had such green fingers.
What in the Hells - are they plants?
A char-grilled corpse.
Burned to a crisp. Seems I got lucky.
Not everyone made it out, it seems.
Intact, sealed, and full of those godsdamn tadpoles. Urgh.
It's probably filled with those foul, wriggling things.
Are they - yes. Brains.
They're almost cute. Almost...
Little devils. At least they're dead.
How bizarre.
Strange machinery. It could do anything.
So. We weren't the only ones.
Empty. Good.
We had a lucky escape, it seems.
Damnable things.
Someone else escaped, too.
Well, that's disgusting.
Brine - the same stuff those parasites swam in.
It can't be. We're in the Hells...
It doesn't look any better from the outside.
Damnable cage.
Another jar. Another brain.
Are you a pet or a snack?
A brain. How delightful.
Another container, same as the others.
Another of those tanks.
Strange thing. I wonder what it's for.
Such curiously grotesque things.
Recall standing in the sun, your eyes closed, its gentle heat on your skin.
Think back to before - back when hot blood flowed through your veins.
Not perfect, but better than expected.
I'd rather put another tadpole in my eye, thank you.
I need to rest. Sunset can't come quickly enough.
I swear, there's congealed blood between my toes.
Gods damn it. What was in that potion?
Alas, not all of us are so lucky.
The dark feels hungry - like it'd drain you dry.
I feel it too... draining me dry...
This curse... I need some light...
I've never felt so drained...
It affects me just fine. I need some light...
I just need some light... just need to be free of this dark...
Urgh, this darkness is gnawing at me.
We just need some light... banish this darkness...
I can't - I can't take this darkness. I need some light.
Anything to keep those shadows at bay.
You're all too right... I can feel it clawing at me.
Bad enough to die, but to die in a place like this?
Signs of a struggle. For all the good it did them.
Looks like he was gored by the ox. It must have been chaos here.
Whatever killed him, it was messy.
Seems he never got her ring. Lucky for me.
Ellie May? I'm sure I saw that name on a tombstone...
What a mess - it's half grave, half animal burrow.
A ritual circle. The kind of place Moonlanterns are crafted, most likely.
I'll leave this one to the wizard, give him something useful to do.
Stupid beast was probably out of its mind with fear.
Looks like it succumbed to the curse before it died. I bet it was hell to kill.
A curse that desecrates the ground itself? Almost impressive.
Flowers blooming in darkness - the sign the musky bear-fellow mentioned.
Unusual for a flower to grow among such decay.
Let's hope a dead bird is the creepiest thing around here.
It belongs to the shadows now. Better if it's just left alone.
The druids have been studying this place for a while. Not that it's helped.
The idea of this darkness spreading is not comforting.
The torch is gone again. This curse just will not let up.
Stay lit, you useless stick!
In the dark again. Damn this curse.
The dark's strong enough to snuff out a torch? Well I don't love that.
Where is that spooky little brat?
There you are! Come out, little one.
Something's coming. Something dark.
The mighty general - Ketheric at the head of an army of Shar worshippers.
Now that's what I like to see - an elf at the head of an army. Even a Sharran one.
There you are! I was very close to worrying about you, Shadowheart.
Moonrise Towers, back before all... that.
Not bad. A little gaudy for my taste, but not bad.
The voice of Shar herself. Well I'll be damned.
A big painting of a sad elf. Heart-breaking, truly.
Ketheric Thorm, mourning his daughter. Who knew he had it in him?
That disc looks like it could take us somewhere. But where?
Odd to see a hellsbeast here. Still, at least it's dead.
There, it's dead. Now Raphael had better deliver on his promise.
Gods, not again. I can't get near that gem if I can't see the ring.
I almost had it! I just need to watch my step...
What in the wretched hells was that?
Well that didn't work. There must be a way around it...
Oh, well this is... a lot. What a lot of blood...
Well, she's definitely immortal.
Almost makes you grateful to have a vampire's immortality. I only had to come back once.
Well, she's back with Ketheric.
I just hope the old man's true to his word.
What a hellish place to be locked up. It almost makes Cazador feel accommodating.
Now, that will be a nice surprise for Ketheric.
I just hope we've done enough to take him down.
Points for style, but certainly not for comfort.
That voice, it's - Shar? It can't be...
Ah, just like the book. I simply have to get across, remembering where the platforms are.
Ah, a puzzle. If only I knew the solution.
The blood of Selûne? What about this 'Nightsong' person?
The blood of Selûne? I'd rather sample it than spill it, but needs must.
There was magic in this glass, once. Dark, hungry magic...
A fine looking glass, once. Not that I'd have had much use for it.
A pile of old, dusty corpses. Lovely.
Ketheric's Dark Justiciars. They just got everywhere, didn't they?
I have a terribly familiar feeling. We're being watched...
Shi- oh. Nothing? Either the trap's broken or someone's already disarmed it.
Bodies, bodies, everywhere. Yet not a drop to drink.
Well, I'm here. At least one of me is...
Well, I'm here. What happens now?
Is that a gem for the altar? Or just a pretty rock?
Well that's a pretty rock. Presumably it does something more than sparkle, though.
Another gem. They must be good for something, surely.
Another of the altar's gems. I wonder how much they're worth...
Well. This looks cosy...
Dedicated to the goddess Shar. Which probably isn't good news.
What now? Why can't I just kill my way through this?
Now, to get through the maze without being seen or setting off any traps. Easy.
So NIghtsong is not only a person - she's a living sacrifice.
Trapped down here for centuries. A living hell, no doubt.
I was hoping for a valuable relic. But no, Nightsong's a living person.
Alive, but trapped down here for years - centuries. Pitiable creature.
A blood sacrifice no less? Your Lady is crueller than I thought.
So this Nightsong is a person? A blood sacrifice? She's a cruel one, your lady.
Wait, that bear - Darkmaw the Wicked? The Terror of Cloakwood?
You stole away more children than any vampire. And look at you now...
Ferocious-looking beast. Although your stuffing might be leaking...
No, it's staying right there.
It's stuck fast. Whatever dear Marcus hid, I can't get to it.
Really? I swear...
The shadows - arm yourselves!
The shades are long dead - no need to show any mercy.
Marcus buried a dead Flaming Fist? I was rather hoping for gold...
A Flaming Fist with a caved-in face? Someone was... thorough.
So, the army's gone. Next stopBaldur's Gate.
It looks like a horde stomped past here.
Wait - isn't she from the grove? She had the idol-stealing daughter...
An unfortunate place to die - if there's such a thing as a fortunate one.
Wait - isn't he from the grove? He had the idol-stealing daughter...
'Jagoda'? 'Rascal'? They're probably pets' collars. Probably...
Blood-stained collars - looks like 'Rascal' met a sticky end.
Demon's teeth, look at those fires. The Absolute's own personal horde - best steer clear.
Look at all those fires - it's a horde of beasts and brutes. Let's not get too close.
Missing - 'Jagoda', 'Rascal' - oh dear. Those bloodied collars make a lot more sense now...
'MissingRascal - brown puppy. Jagoda - black and white cat...' are people really so careless with their pets?
Just when I think the worst is behind us, you manage to drop us in some new turd.
Another fun, dingy hole I've been thrown into.
Looks like it pulls power from whoever's in the cradle. Now we just need a victim - eh - volunteer.
It pulls life from one and gives it to another. How relatable.
It needs to be powered. However you do that...
Ah, here we are. The infection at the heart of Moonrise.
How strange, I feel... marvellous!
Ah, the marvellousness fades. Nothing ever lasts, I suppose.
Delightful! I prefer it fresh, but still - beggars, choosers, all that.
It's not every day you get to kill the Chosen of a god.
Oh, this is wretched. I've never smelled such rotten blood.
I don't know what's happening there, but I'm glad it's not happening to me.
Good old-fashioned necromancy - draining people of life until they're just undead husks.
Mind flayer script, but I can read it perfectly. Another benefit from the lodger in my skull, I suppose.
I've never seen these symbols before. So how in the hells can I understand them?
Ketheric's gone, but his shadow curse remains. We'll need to be careful out there.
At least the shadow curse is banished. I like the dark, but not when it's trying to kill me.
I can't wait to be clear of this damned shadow curse. I like darkness - just not when it's trying to kill me.
She's gone. And - is that sulphur I smell? What in the hells...
And she's vanished. Again.
That disappearing act is getting very old, very fast.
It looks seaworthy. Not that I have anywhere to go.
A fine vessel, but why abandon it here?
That is all yours, my friend.
No no no. I am not turning into one of those things.
Hells, a shape shifter? You can't trust anyone...
I really need to tell Lae'zel about these discs. If only so she'll take them off my hands...
Another gith disc. Another thing to show Lae'zel.
This looks just like the other disc. More of Orpheus' sorry tale, perhaps?
It's some kind of round gith... thing? Something for Lae'zel, I suppose.
Another gith disc. If it's anything to do with this 'Orpheus', Lae'zel will want to know.
We'll do as I said - let's leave it at that.
We need that wriggling little worm - we cannot lose it.
Don't lose it! Vile as it is, we need that thing.
I have a travelling companion. I hardly need another.
What in the hells - that's what was in the flask?
Oh dear. It doesn't look happy.
Where's our dream guardian?
No, it's still closed. And still no obvious way to open it.
There must be some mechanism to open it...
It's stuck fast. No amount of brute force is opening that.
Yes, yes. I'd hide my true form if I looked like you, too.
Ugh. That creature was rather prettier in disguise.
Think you're funny, do you?
Poor beast. It probably only wanted a cuddle.
It's big, but still young. Heavens help the hunter if its mother caught them.
Something's wrong. It feels like I've lost something?
There's that feeling again. Another oath broken.
Not just a world to explore, but an entire cosmos...
I feel woozy. Whatever that druid scratched me with, it's working.
I can feel the druid's poison in my veins. She must have had a cure...
No. No, it can't end like this!
Now, what have you been hiding?
I'll skin you alive, you fowl wretch!
Please, I need more.
That music...
No more blood. No more killing. Just this, please.
So beautiful. So free.
Indeed. Isn't it delightful?
I can feel the grief in the blade. It must be the glaive from the druid's notebook.
There's a wicked edge to this. I can feel the darkness in the blade.
Well. What's a little more blood on one's hands.
What's this? A snug little spot for that mould, I think.
There's a gap here. Could fit a mould or - I don't know, some other blacksmithery?
An incredible sight. And people say size doesn't matter.
Found the forge. And to think people say size doesn't matter.
Ha! Take that, you stupid, clunking... whatever you are.
Fits perfectly. Now we just need something to forge.
I fed you some metal, what more do you want?
I hope this is worth me playing blacksmith.
Now we have metal and a forge, but no mould.
This could do some damage. Waste not...
Well now, what's this? I feel powerful.
Damn it, it's gone...
Bulette burrows. Best step lightly - there's a land shark about.
Must be one hell of a mole.
Bones snapped like twigs. Must've been quite a fall.
A dead drow. No one's going to shed any tears.
Barrelstalks. Annoy the myconids and they'll cover you with poison.
That thing reeks of poison. Best not disturb it.
Entombed forever in stone. A grim fate.
Since when could spectators turn you to stone?
Strange marks. Left by some charming new monstrosity, I'm sure.
Sharp, deep, and fresh. Someone's marking their territory.
Hmm. Nothing there.
Pretty pin. Might be worth a few coins.
A pin with the Harpers' emblem. Strange to see this all the way down here.
And we're back. A fungal shortcut.
Stale air in a grim cave. This must be the Underdark.
Urgh. Whatever's in the air, it tastes foul.
Ugh, fungal spores. Is a little blood mist too much to ask for?
The same adamantine forge the duergar were harping on about? Interesting.
This is the same forge the memory shard showed us, surely?
Seems the mad drow wasn't the only one searching for this forge.
Our wizard friend Dhourn was looking for this forge too. A popular spot.
The same forge from the wizard's notes? The notes that mentioned a guardian?
That's the same forge the drow's corpse mentioned, surely?
That enchanted journal mentioned an adamantine forge too. Seems popular.
Seems like a popular spot, this forge. Everyone's looking for it.
A lava elemental? Because fire would have been too easy.
A lava elemental. So you're what has this place all stirred up.
No one's here? Just as well - we can grab Nere's head and go.
An adamantine forge? Sounds like the perfect place to find something expensive.
How precious. A scrying eye, forever shut.
Was that a bulette? Best watch my step or I'll be lunch.
I don't know what that was, and I don't care to.
Still useless, I see.
Why is it broken? You're powered by magic, for goodness sake!
It doesn't look broken. Then again, none of us do.
Ah, here we are again.
The old crone had a back door. Interesting.
Well, it's certainly... symmetrical?
Nothing? How disappointing.
It's mostly slag, but something's sparkling in there. Hello! Are you adamantine?
Something's sparkling in there, but it's mostly slag.
The lava shouldn't be this volatile. Something's wrong.
Quite the lively little pond, aren't you?
A light without a wick? How are you meant to use the damn thing?
Ah, magical light. A cute little trick.
A walking toadstool. That might be the vilest thing I've ever seen.
That's not normal, is it? A perfect ring of mushrooms.
No glow? How dull.
The forge again? Hells, we know everything bar how it smells.
That chest's magic. Its energy has me all atingle.
I can feel the tingle of magic. Something close by...
Rusted and useless. Pity.
Glowing rocks? Mushrooms? This is no simple storage room.
Rambling garbage. Typical.
A hidden adamantine forge? Imagine the blades you could produce with that.
There is a guardian to take care of, of course. But all we need is a... 'hot hammer'?
I would've appreciated more details, personally. The rest of the note reads like gibberish.
There is a guardian to take care of, of course. But all I need is a... 'hot hammer'?
Pity it's so light on details, mind. Mad gibberish...
The forge has a guardian undone by heat and hammer. Sounds simple...
Ah! Whatever you did, it made my neckpiece vibrate.
No more? Not one for gluttony, I see.
Strangely low for a button. Strangely useless too.
The pet could summon its own food? What a clever little trick.
Hullo - whatever you did, it made the collar in my pack vibrate.
Here's the book he mentioned. Disguised by magic as... 'Flumph Mating Rituals'? Hells...
There's a spell disguising this book. You're not really... 'Flumph Mating Rituals', are you?
'Flumph Mating Rituals'? Interesting choice, but who am I to judge?
What's this? A collar covered in runes...
It must do something. Damned if I know what, though.
All that remains of Lenore's beloved pet, it seems.
The lazy old crone built herself a shortcut.
Our hag's lair. Charming.
That book on flumphs - it's changing. What were you hiding, you sneaky little wizard?
Ah, the book on flumphs has dropped its disguise.
An idol of the Lady of Loss - now found. Lovely.
An aspect of the Lady of Loss. Shadowheart may appreciate its finding.
Now to find the damn thing...
If I were sensible, I'd lock it in a chest. But if I were clever, I'd put chests everywhere and hide it somewhere else entirely...
Well well, a loose stone. What are you hiding?
A casting mould? I know a forge that would be perfect for you.
What are you - a mould of some sort? Brilliant. Now to find the forge you belong to.
Hello again, beautiful. Back for more?
His power died with the fish creatures. I expected more from the 'Lord of Murder'.
Seems I've done something, but not enough.
Very nice. And to think I was expecting a needle.
Feed for the beasts.
I hate to be negative, but those gith will carve you up like a goose.
Oh - can we kill them? Please? Pretty please?
I can't - it's too heavy!
Someone eviscerated those gnolls. It's rather beautiful.
You huff and puff at the door. I'll find my own way in.
Brown hair? Green dress? Looks like we found Miri.
Exactly as described. Apart from being dead.
That wall's dangerously weak.
The half-human with the artefact. She's - well, she's been better.
Oh dear, a familiar corpse. Shadowheart, wasn't it?
I've always wanted a vicious killer as a pet.
Poor creature. I hope it can follow my scent to camp.
Ah, the symbols from the dwarf's poem. Now what to do with them...
Moving plates and symbols that match the dwarf's poem. Interesting.
Well it's certainly... something.
So, we have moving plates and... some symbols?
Look at all these sleeping beauties. Dead to the world.
Shhh. Let's not disturb the sleeping beauties.
Curious. At least we won't have to dig through fur and entrails for our spoils.
So much for the druid. Although even corpses can reveal secrets.
Mauled by claws and magic. If this was Halsin, he'll be halfway to the druid grove by now.
Well. Halsin left quite a mess on his way out.
Someone made quite the scene. One of those adventurers, maybe?
All dead. Whatever they were guarding, it made them regret it.
Someone made quite the scene on their way out. If it was an adventurer, they might return to the grove.
A fine talent with the drum. You'd do well on a slave ship.
A Selûnite necklace, if I'm any judge. And I am.
Better not touch the webs. I'd hate to disturb the locals.
Webs everywhere. Feels like home.
She looks better - hungrier, too.
A magical seal. No lockpicking that.
Another shrine to another god.
A shrine to Selûne. Quaint.
Oh well. Worth a toot.
Perhaps it's better the ogres aren't coming. I'm sure they snore.
The ogres can't hear me and I can't smell them. A fair trade, I'd say.
The ogres are long gone. It's still a fine horn, though.
Agh! I need a different approach, clearly.
Ah, the faded ghost of fun.
Perfect! Now I simply need a greatsword, dagger, or sickle.
That works nicely. Now, what's next...
If I knew praying could be useful, I would've started years ago.
A book of necromancy? Interesting.
A book of necromancy? Gale would love to get his hands on this.
A prayer. Curious symbol next to it... well, saying a few words won't hurt.
Same symbol as the chest. A prayer to open it? I'd prefer a blood offering, but all right...
A prayer to dear old Selûne. Adorable.
Even gods get left to rot in the dark.
Jergal? This must be ancient - no one worships the Final Scribe anymore.
The air's so stale. It feels more like a tomb than a temple.
The air's stale. It's been centuries since any prayers disturbed it.
Oh, I like it. Homely.
Now - where are you hiding?
That girl hasn't got long, if you planned to save her.
Well this is delightful.
No. Get out. GET OUT!
She's gone. Thank the Hells.
The truth is revealed. In all its stinking glory.
A fine sword and hat. And a fine adventurer at the bottom of the swamp, no doubt.
Gods. Why? Why would I try it again?
Hells' teeth! Was solid food always so foul?
That's no fire. What are you hiding?
Cosy. If you're warm-blooded.
Ah! Damned, stupid bush.
Agh! Damned bloody thing.
Argh! That felt even worse, somehow.
Is that sigil all right? It doesn't look all right.
Scuff marks on the floor. Are these statues more mobile than they look?
Statues to Lathander, just as the book said. Although it also said they moved.
Is that a... Ugh. These mind flayer diagrams are too detailed.
Hells, it's all coming down!
Run, before it buries us here!
Well don't just stand there gawping - get me out of here!
Don't worry your pretty little head, I'm sure there's a way out of this.
I'll get them free - you find a way out of here!
This... isn't good. How do I get out?
I need to get out of here.
Just once it would be nice to have a mysterious statue wish me a good day.
A Magic Mouth spell. Someone really wanted to get their message across.
At least the statues just talk. With my luck, I was sure they'd attack.
A Magic Mouth spell - whoever owned that voice, they must be long dead.
I know this shape... where have I seen it?
What a peculiar shape. Not something you'd just carve for fun...
A fine door, although slightly wasted in a place like this.
Ah, the same markings as on that key! Hardly a coincidence.
Well that didn't want to move. How long was it stranded there?
It's stuck fast. How long has this been sitting here?
Monasteries - as gaudy as any noble's palace.
We had a deal - the orthon for information.
Please, give me more boring details about your plans.
That boar looks riddled with disease. Best keep our distance.
What in the hells? You're a vampire!
Oh no. Something terrible's happened!
You're muttering to yourself, dear. Who's better conversation than yours truly?
Well, that sounds fun. As long as no one present needs to be the sacrifice.
Oh to peek into the maze of your mind.