 It's actually crazy that we got something in Act 1. Think about that with this game. We got something in Act 1 randomly, just out of the blue. And then now in Act 3, we come across this place and it's like, oh, hey, here we go. And it continues a quest change from two acts ago. Isn't that crazy? Is this your game of the year? Yeah, I think so. I think at this point, yeah. OK, so chat a little bit of a recap. Shut up, idiot. So guys, we are back with more Baldur's Gate today. We just finished the circus. So we're in Act 3. We just finished the circus and we are still in Rivington. We haven't actually gotten to the Baldur's Gate yet. We actually haven't gotten there yet. We are in Rivington. We did the circus and we are going to keep going to the next part of the game, which I actually don't know what it is yet. So I hope you guys enjoy. This game has been incredible. You guys have been loving the YouTube videos. So thank you guys for liking the videos, for commenting, subscribing, all that stuff. So thanks a ton. I hope you guys enjoy it. All right. I'm kind of overwhelmed right now. Like, where do I go here? Postmaster. Wait, delivery not guaranteed. Come a postmaster, Danzo. It'll be easy. Nobody mentions having to spend your evenings hunting for pigeon carcasses, do they? Any idea where the birds went missing? Not the foggiest. Normally they fly true as an elven arrow. Something near boy is snatching them. I can tell you that much. I'd be happy to do a look. If it's not too much trouble, I'd be much obliged. Any letters you find, bring them back to me. Unopened, of course. And there's some gold in it for you. They'll turn up in the last place you look, I'm sure. Actually, I'm Mortal Kombat this month. I want to try to. The pigeon carries itself with an air of dignity. It's mannerism's stern and commanding. Stroke the pigeon's head. The pigeon avoids your outstretched hand. It glares at you. Salute the pigeon. The bird coos its approval. Yet you noticed it flinched at the sight of your hand. Take your fist at the bird. Show your palms to the bird. The bird stares, eyes filled with fury. Perhaps your open hands are a symbol the bird has learned to hate. A potion of animal speaking. Name and rank. Quickly now. There's a war on. Lieutenant Espan reporting for duty. I am Commander Lightfeller, leader of the finest aerial communication regiment, this side of the triumphant. Sates of purpose, ground walker. I don't care about days. His voice is so good, dude. I hear some of your officers have gone missing recently. What happened to them? Damned awful business. Fire fires a lot of them. Gone without a trace. Intelligence is in short supply. But we know our enemies flank us on the west side. Got one rooftop away. But avoid in the whole area. I won't lose one more beak to the blighter. If you pass that way, beware the sign will put in the field. What's your current schedule planned for tailgate? Keep up the HDMI. Dude, that voice acting for the pigeon is so good. I have no need of a wing, man. Commander Lightfeller will give you your briefing. Oh, open hand temple. That's what we need to do next. Novice Bremble. The crying one weeps today. Our father Logan is dead. Murdered. What happened? I don't want to talk. Heart is in mourning. Wait, so is this Bears DC's situation real and developing? Dude, how crazy is it that Charles Tillman, former Chicago Bears legend, who's now working for the FBI, is the person that did the frickin' bust on this? Oh, look, it's Charles Tillman. Peanut Tillman. This is the elephant, he likes peanuts. Don't teach me how to investigate. Look, investigator, Brilgore might have been a criminal, but he was no murderer. You're missing something. You have to be. Enough, Yannis. Listen to yourself. You are defending a man who ritually slaughtered your high priest. The evidence speaks for itself. Brilgore killed father Logan. Then, be it out of shame or profane duty, offed himself with the same blade. Case closed, sister Yannis. Mighty little elephant. I apologize, stranger. Language like that hardly befits a rectoreal meter. Sound like you were having a quite disagreement. You could certainly say that. Two people just died on temple grounds. Our high priest, Father Logan, and one of the new refugees, Brilgore. Investigator Villaria thinks it's a murder and is content to blame Brilgore for politically convenient target. You doubt her verdict? I will investigate. See where the true blame falls. Feel free to look around the temple. But fair warning, the investigator won't change her mind without significant new evidence. Where can I find the investigator? Charest's caress would be my best bet. That's her usual haunt after closing a case. What should I be looking for? Villaria never found the murder weapon, so that could be a start. Anything disproving the refugee murder or suicide angle, really. Can you tell me where to find Shira Clarence? I can tell you where to find her, but she won't be very chassis, I'm afraid. Shira passed away last year. Peacefully. We buried her in the crypt under the temple if you wish to visit. I really hope you find something for all our sakes. Gale's inspired. Dude, we're getting a lot of inspiration today. Brave Robert Ark. Okay, where to next? Ooh, pretty. Uh, Chad. Look at this, dude, blood. There's blood next to the hatch. Look at this. Certainly looks like a crypt, despite everything. Sarcophagus revealed. Hello? Speak with a den. Oh, okay, turn it on, dude. Here lies sister Shira Claren, date of birth unknown, died 1491 D.R. Here it is, the tomb of the amulet spirits granddaughter. Time for a family reunion. Dude, dude, this is an amulet spirit. We've got the amulet that I got, like, forever ago. I got this forever ago in the forge. Grim forge. The spirit has fled and her body but merely a husk. Hee hee hee hee hee. I did to shed this foul mania and bestow it upon Shira. She was to endure, to suffer, as was her God El Martyr's want. Shall bear the madness Shah has wrought on me, so I might no longer suffer. Oh, shall it be thou? What? Ponder what you know of the monk's affliction. What are the consequences of accepting it? I need a 15. No! I'll use one inspiration, one inspiration. Try as you might, you can't entue it, the price of bearing the monk's madness. What happens if I say yes? Thou shalt know the extent of Shah's mania, dashes hideous laughter at thine beckoned call, who might say? Oh! I feel like I'm never gonna use Tosho's heinous laughter or whatever. Take the curse. I will get a free spell but at a cost. If it will bring you peace, I will bear the madness. Let's just see what happens. Your muscles tingle and your mouth twitches as the laughing madness spreads through you. Madness tucks at your mind, prods in places best left untouched. You feel your wisdom begin to drain. Call on your wits and shield your mind's most vulnerable reaches, constitution. Steal yourself and guide the sensations elsewhere. Illicit, oh, frick. Illicit wisdom. I'm gonna go for the constitution. Ooh, barely. You remain wise as ever, even as Shah's madness spreads outward. You giggle, struck by the absurdity of the moment. Spirit hiding inside an amulet has brought you to the body of his granddaughter and possessed it. Outrageous, ridiculous. Once again, you feel your wisdom draining away. Hilarious. What is it? How are the firm? You'll make this curse a gift. You will not surrender your wisdom. Ooh, nice. Let's go. The urge to laugh dwindles. You can't help but chuckle. You withstood the monk's madness and earned Tasha's hideous laughter. I thought it was heinous. My friend, forgive me. For this mind was not mine own. May love to be thy gift, never thy curse, the morning Lord calls. Canstalf feel the warmth of his blessing? This is not my final twilight. What a new dawn. Farewell. The corpse is an empty husk once more. The monk, liberated from madness, is finally at peace. Okay, so is the amulet gone? Dude, that's actually crazy that we got something in Act One. Think about that with this game. We got something in Act One randomly while we were in Grimforge, just out of the blue. And then now, in Act Three, we come across this place and it's like, oh, hey, here we go. And it continues a quest, changed from two acts ago. Isn't that crazy? Oh, hello, Father Lorgen, chat. We need to talk to Father Lorgen. The corpse regards you lifelessly. Who killed you? Dwarf, dressed in red. Okay, well, problem solved. Where were you attacked? Tunnels from the cellar, left huge. Tunnels from the cellar? What were you doing when you died? Hiding Brilgore from fists. Why were you hiding Brilgore and where'd you hide him? Took him to the tunnel with the rest. Last one. Do I say why were you hiding Brilgore or why did he kill you? Why? Must protect innocents. Oh, he's innocent. Must protect them. The spells power away. You can ask no more questions. Marsh fever, feather lung. Be quick, I've not got all day. I'm looking into Lorgen's death and I need to ask you some questions. What do you want to know? Who do you think killed Father Lorgen? I reckon investigator Valeria is right. One of the refugees killed him, cruelly, too. They cut off his hand, soared right through the bone. I found a paralytic poison on one of his wounds. Lorgen was alive while they took the hand. He just couldn't scream. It's sick. We give them everything and all we get is nothing but a good man to bury. Okay, so he's in a dwarf dressed in red as who killed him. Telling you Anna's what you found so far. Talking to the victim's corpses was clever, but I don't know if Leria will accept that testimony. You're on the right track. Please, keep looking. Keep looking, keep looking, keep cooking. So since we took him out back, is this what it means by out back? Oh, there he is, they haven't buried him. Yo, yo. Alvin Muffle Fieldwick gave his fortune to the poor, died in the arms of friends. He will be missed. Brilgore fell to anger and rage, taking Father Lorgen with him. May Ilmator forgive him. I'm just doing a little bit of shoveling. Wooden casket, Brilgore dead. Wait, what? Look, hold on, can I? Corpse regards you lifelessly. Are you Brilgore? How did you die? Who killed you? Who killed you? Dwarf, stranger. It's kind of a waste, but the same guy that killed Brilgore killed Father Lorgen. Were you alone? Why was he helping you? Fists. Flaming fists for after me they need to hide. And where did you die? Tunnels beneath temple, hidden from sight. Okay, how do I find these tunnels? Concealed buttons, Lorgen opened for me. The spells power away. You can ask no more questions. Okay, Dwarf in red. Okay, so I need to get to the tunnels. Is this what it meant by the ornate wooden hatch? Are these the tunnels it was talking about earlier? Heraldic's sign. Oh, we found it. Okay, we found it. I pressed the button, I didn't do anything. There's one on the side. Who's your favorite companion? Karla. Okay, we got it, we got it, we got it. Hold on, there's people here. Shabby wooden doors, okay. Wooden trunk, gold. Oh, Frick. Hello, Connie action dash. Pull, fucker. Num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num. They will all attack before we get to attack. I've got it. Num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num, num. Repost, ooh, the big crit. Oh my gosh, dude, it's almost dead. Dude, the repost did almost one shot. Give me another repost, easy. Dude, Karla is a monster. Wait, what the hell? He's a doppelganger, so one to you, and then one to you. No, actually we should wait on Gale. We wait on Gale. Oh my gosh. Gale, you're blocking the path. Let's throw the weapon. Okay, well that was easy. I'm gonna try and throw again. What the heck? Wait, the throw build is OP. Okay, so then now what Gale can do, Gale goes and he does a magic missile level 100% chance. It does two to five damage, but he has that ability. I think I can just one, two and it's gonna come back. Easy, seven, seven. So the two to five did eight, the reason why. He has cold a week. When you bring a creature down to fewer hit points than your number of evolved illithid powers, it dies and all nearby creatures take one of her second damage. Wait, hold on, that's not right. I did eight damage even though it was two to five. Doesn't he have something here that increases it? Yeah, I don't know, but he did a lot of damage with a level one. Like a level one magic missiles him for eight, seven, seven. Like that's supposed to hit for six to 15 damage and it did 22. Flowery key. Solve the open hand temple murders. Let's see if Zom will talk to us. Did you kill Father Logan? No. Dolor killed him. Who is Dolor? Is, where is Dolor now? The corks remain silent. It does not know. That's about the key, yeah. Floop house. The spells power went. You can ask no more questions. Clowns severed torso. This chunk of course is still garbled in clothes. Clowns torso. God, it's awful. Journal updated find dribbles the clown. Wait, that's dribbles. Okay, so what we need to do, we've gotten all this part ready. Let's go out of the mouth of a cave. I didn't finish solving the open hand temple murder. A lot of act requests take a while, okay. I'm trying to find the bell tower. Oh, hello, it's a cat. Mr. Decorios, heavens, fancy seeing you here. Who is Mr. Decorios? Tara! That can't be you, can it? Wait, what? I suppose you won't be terribly shocked to find your old friend Tara amongst the pigeons. They've always been a personal favorite. My, is that a ring? For us? You shouldn't have. Enjoy yourself now, Tara. Looks like you've got yourself set up quite nicely here. Gail, she's been missing those, she's been eating those missing courier pigeons. You gotta tell her to stop. Right, did you hear that, Tara? Stop it. Well, these must be important birds indeed, Mr. Decorios. Forgive me for feasting on their bodies and bones so very voraciously. Oh, she's agreed. Gail's looking rough. He should have been taking his AG1. Receive the item, ring of blink, bundle of letters. Am I crazy? I don't remember that cat. Tara remains as willful as ever. I'm glad you finally made her acquaintance. Oh. Given the length of my time away, I feared she might have given up on me. I can see why you love her. She's quite the character. That's Tara. Loyal, intelligent, brave, and apparently unwilling to follow even the most basic of instructions when her own safety is at stake. I'd actually been thinking about introducing the two of you anyway over a sumptuous, home-cooked meal. That sounds at all to your taste. My tower in Waterdeep boasts an excellent kitchen and a wine cellar to rival Ondar and self. Not to mention a larder stocked with my homemade hundur sauce. Invite me to your house for the first time, you must really like me. More than you could possibly believe. Now that we've got something to look forward to, I think it's time we went and saved the world. Thank you. Leave. OK, we got the letters. Let's take the letters to Danzo Arkwright. The special and direct attention of Roa Moonglow only. Among the consummate professionals, I don't understand why the Joachim's rest. To put out some feelers, minus one, no reading. My bad, my bad, my bad. I suppose you've stumbled across those letters yet? I found the letter intended for the Zen Thoran and it made for a very interesting read. You? You read it. Technically, that's interfering with someone else's property. I should report you to the nearest mannip. Give it here and we'll say no more about it. I'll give you a nice little bonus as well, a finder's fee. What do you say? He seems really... It would be a shame if anyone told the Zen Thoran you lost this, a real shame. Should I do this? Should I say that? That's mean. Whatever. Nice. Fine. Just give me the letter. Forget you saw anything. This never happened. I wanted more. Not gold, but I wanted more like... Like, I needed more out of that one, you know what I'm saying? Not gold, but like some kind of like story, you know? Does the Lord Gortash Refugees are no longer renowned in the city. Turn around. I'm not a refugee. What do you have the means to support yourself? 200 gold? What? I don't need any money to support myself. I live what I find in nature. Then you don't need to be in the city. Next, you need to strike. Great headline. Great headline. Lens the journalist. You know there was a story here and there you are, the hero of the hour walking right up to me. The name's Lens. Reporter with the Baldur's Nugget. Care to do a quick interview? Hold on. What do you want with me? I'm here looking for my next angle. It's all the same. Oppression, famine, death. I need something new. Someone like you. It won't take more than two moments of your time. If you play your cards right, this could make the cover. I just need some extra details. So you've arrived at Baldur's Gate. What's brought you here at a time like this? You know, taking a holiday, visiting family, normal reasons. Everybody needs a rest from time to time. Even seasoned adventurers like yourself. I imagine you've a need to let off some steam after your recent adventures in the Shadowcursed Lands. My sources tell me you recently vanquished the fearsome general Ketheric Thorn. How did you manage that? I offered him a chance at redemption and when he refused to take it, he left me no choice. So you were forced to kill him? I was. A tragic story. I was. Unfortunately, absolutists rarely seem interested in compromise. The cult's threat is far from extinguished. What's your plan of attack? Oh, I'm not much of a planner, I'm afraid. I'm more of a improviser. You think chaos courses through your veins? You have no idea. Wait, what? Rolling in the mark, I see. You think I can't sniff the secrets hidden in your pretty skull? What you seek? What you need? Gortash knows you are coming, knows you have the Bone Lord Stone. Do not let him hiss hot air into your worm-weakened brain. Remember, his throat spits lies. But my blade carves the truth. You waited on your skin sooner now. I'm sorry. My son, what does she want? He's only a boy. Am I still going to be on the cover? I don't understand. Am I on the cover or not?