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Let's play - Dragon Age: Origins (finished)

Whom to choose as a companion at the endgame. Options are mutually exclusive.

  • Alistair

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Twinkle

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And here's the stuff you folks have been waiting for so long.

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Zevran: Here I am.

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Bro: Care to answer some questions?

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Zevran: Oh? This should be good. Go ahead.

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Bro: What does it take to become an assassin?

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Zevran: Well, the Crows would have you believe that it is an involved process that takes years of training, the sort that tests both your resolve and your endurance.

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Zevran: Survive that process and maybe, just maybe, you're good enough to start being considered one of them.

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Zevran: But quite frankly the truth is that all it requires is a desire to kill people for a living. It's surprising how well one can do in such a field.

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Bro: You did quite well, no doubt.

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Zevran: Within the Crows, I did. But it has been something the Crows have devoted a great deal of time of perfecting.

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Zevran: An assassin simply specializes in striking from stealth... and in maximizing that first attack to be as lethal as possible.

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Zevran: Debilitate your foe, either by poison or by crippling their limbs, makes any follow-up combat you need to engage in that much simpler.

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Bro: That sounds like it could be useful.

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Zevran: See? Getting paid for the act is beside the point. An assassin is more a tactical choice than a lifestyle.

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Zevran: Of course, the Crows like to pretend that their abilities are trade secrets, shrouded in shadows and wrapped in a blanket of mystery.

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Zevran: So let's just keep this between you and me, shall we, hmm?

Zevran approves +2.



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Zevran: Here I am.

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Bro: Care to answer some questions?

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Zevran: Oh? This should be good. Go ahead.

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Bro: Why did you want to leave the Crows, exactly?

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Zevran: Well, now, I imagine that's a very fair question. Being an assassin, after all, is a living at least as far as such things go.

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Zevran: I was simply never given the opportunity to choose another way. So if that choice presents itself, why should I not seize upon it?

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Bro: But what would you rather do?

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Zevran: Now that you mention it, I am not entirely certain.

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Zevran: I was but a boy of seven when I was purchased. For three sovereigns, I'm told. Which is a good price, considering I was all ribs and bone and didn't know the pommel of a dagger from the pointy end.

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Zevran: The Crows buy all their assassins that way. Buy them young, raise them to know nothing else but murder. And if you do poorly in your training, you die.

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Bro: And that system works?

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Zevran: Of course. You compete against your fellow assassins, and those who survive are rightfully proud of it.

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Zevran: In Antiva, being a Crow gets you respect. It gets you wealth. It gets you women... and men, or whatever it is you might fancy.

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Zevran: But that does mean doing what is expected of you, always. And it means being expendable. It's a cage, if a gilded cage. Pretty. But confining.

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Bro: I think I understand.

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Zevran: As for what I'll do in the future... presuming that there is one... I truly can't imagine.

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Zevran: It might be interesting to go into business for myself, for a chance. Far away from Antiva, of course. For now, naturally, I go where you go.

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Bro: I'm happy to have you along.

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Zevran: And here I am, happy to be had. Isn't it wonderful how things work out this way?

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Zevran: Come, now. Enough chit-chat. Talking about the Crows summons them, you know. Any Antivan fishwife could tell you so.

Zevran approves +8.


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Zevran: Here I am.

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Bro: Care to answer some questions?

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Zevran: Oh? This should be good. Go ahead.

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Bro: Do you actually enjoy being an assassin?

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Zevran: An why not? There are many things to enjoy about being a Crow in Antiva.

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Zevran: You are respected. You are feared. The authorities go out of their way to overlook your trespasses. Even the rewards are nothing to turn your nose up at.

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Zevran: As for the killing part, well... some people simply need assassinating. Or do you disagree?

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Bro: No, you are probably right.

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Zevran: I often find myself the instrument of fate, ending these lives for one necessity or another. I console myself with the notion that most of them had it coming.

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Zevran: As far as enjoying the act of killing itself, why not? There is a certain artistry to the deed, the pleasure of sinking your blade into their flesh and knowing that their life is in your hands.

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Bro: I enjoy violence, myself.

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Zevran: (Chuckles) You enjoy getting the blood flowing, whether it is yours or others? Yes, I know the type.

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Zevran: There are many things I did not enjoy about being a Crow, of course. Having no choice, being treated as an expendable commodity, the rules.. oh many rules!

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Zevran: But simply being an assassin? I like it just fine. I will continue to do it, if I can, even if I am not a Crow. Honestly, could you picture me doing something else?

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Bro: Handsome elf like you? I can think of a few things.

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Zevran: Really? (Chuckles) I can picture you doing a few things, yourself.

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Zevran: Of course all these thoughts are moot. Chances are still good that you and I will perish, eating by darkspawn or slain by the Crows at some point. Very gruesomely, I imagine.

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Zevran: But it is pleasant enough to chat about. Come, let's move on while our boots still have some wear in them.

Zevran approves +6.


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Zevran: Hmmm?

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Bro: Care to answer some questions?

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Zevran: All right, but I get to stare at you luridly while you do so.

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Bro: So tell me about your adventures.

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Zevran: My adventures? (Chuckles) I'm hardly an old man just returned from across the ocean, am I? Should I shake my fist at nearby children while I talk about the good old days?

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Bro: You certainly talk like you've had adventures.

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Zevran: Falling down a flight of stairs us an adventure. Falling into someone's bed? Also an adventure. I am assuming what you're looking for are professional anecdotes.

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Zevran: Let's see. My second mission ever for the Crows was a bit intriguing. I was sent to kill a mage who had been meddling in politics.

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Bro: Meddling in politics how?

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Zevran: How should I know? I got the impression it involved sex... but then I get that impression about most everything. Odd, really.

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Zevran: As it turned out, the mage in question was quite a delightful young woman. Long, divine legs, as I recall. I caught her in a carriage on her way to escape to the provinces.

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Zevran: After I killed her guard, she got down on her hands and knees and begged for her life... rather aptly, I might add. So I joined her in the carriage for the night and left next morning.

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Bro: And she didn't try to kill you?

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Zevran: Well, yes. Twice, actually. Then she decided to try and use me, instead.

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Zevran: The woman had actually convinced me to speak to the Crows on her behalf. What can I say? I was young and foolish at the time.

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Zevran: Then as I was kissing her good-bye to return to Antiva City, she slipped on the threshold and fell backwards out of the carriage. Broke her neck. Shame, really, but at least happened quickly.

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Bro: So you didn't actually kill her.

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Zevran: Not actually, no. I was a bit unimpressed by the development, at first.

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Zevran: Then I found out that she had told the driver to take her to Genelian instead. She had planned to lose me in the provinces. I would have looked very foolish to the Crows.

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Zevran: As it was, my master was very impressed that I had done such a fine job of making it look like an accident. The Circle of Magi was unaware of foul play and everyone was happier all around.

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Bro: You got lucky.

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Zevran: I got stupid, in fact. And very lucky.

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Zevran: It was after that when I learned that one needn't let a pretty face go to your head. Professionalism was key. That's my moral of the day, you see.

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Bro: So you never mix business with pleasure?

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Zevran: Hmm. Well, there is you... but I'll point out that you did have to capture me and tie me up, first. Every rule has its exception.

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Zevran: Now that I've mentioned tying me up in that context, do we have extra rope about.

Zevran approves +4.


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Zevran: I've a question, if I may.

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Bro: Go ahead.

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Zevran: Well here is one thing: I swore an oath to serve you, yes? And I understand the quest you're on and this is all very fine and well.

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Zevran: My question pertains to what you intend to do with me once this business is over with. As a point of curiosity.

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Bro: Is this after I ravish you in celebration?

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Zevran: Of course it is afterwards. The ravishing part is a given.

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Zevran: One simply assumes that, once your Grey Warden business is finished, you would have no need of an assassin to follow you about. Am I wrong?

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Bro: There's always a use or two for a handsome elf.

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Zevran: (Chuckles) I'm sure that I could come up with a few more, if pressed.

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Zevran: It is good to know what my options might be. But that is for another time. For now, we have much to do, yes?

Zevran approves +14.

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Zevran: Hmmm?

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Bro: I want to discuss something personal.

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Zevran: Oh? This should be good. What would you like to discuss?

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Bro: Care to join me in my tent?

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Zevran: Oh? Is there something in your tent that needs assassinating? That is my speciality, or so I'm told.

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Bro: I bet you're good at a lot of things.

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Zevran: Hmm. That's quite an offer, especially coming from another man... if we are both speaking of the same thing.

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Bro: I suspect we are.

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Zevran: And here I thought it might be a Grey Warden thing. Ah, very well.

The Age of Faggotry is upon us! No one wiil escape the divine powers of dwarf's cock!

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Zevran: See? I knew this would happen eventually. I should have warned you right from the moment you refused to kill me. It was inevitable.

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Bro: You're practically a public menace.

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Zevran: It's sure. They used to issue warnings about me at the Antivan border. Ah, the good old days.

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Zevran: So, then. As the priestess so famously said to the handsome actor: What now?

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Bro: Was this a one-time thing?

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Zevran: Allow me to make it simple for you, my Grey Warden. What comes next is entirely up to you.

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Zevran: I was raised to take my pleasures where they could be found, for they do not come very often. I shall ask nothing more if you than you are willing to give.

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Bro: So... easy come, easy go?

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Zevran: One might look at it that way. Is this so terrible?

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Zevran: At any rate, we should be on our way. A new day awaits us, or so the rumor goes.

Zevran approves +11.
 

lightbane

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Just to konw: Can you have max fellowship with your party WITHOUT having to sex them? Because that faggo-elf quickly turned from being polite to directly "stare at you luridly while you talk"...
 
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lightbane said:
Just to konw: Can you have max fellowship with your party WITHOUT having to sex them? Because that faggo-elf quickly turned from being polite to directly "stare at you luridly while you talk"...
Yes you can. Plus you can reject them and still have max fellowship.
 

Twinkle

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In case there is misunderstanding Bro is TOTALLY NOT GAY. He just enjoys DEEP interracial relationships.

Target acquired.

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Morrigan: What do you wish of me?

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Bro: I'd like to ask you something.

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Morrigan: If you must.

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Bro: How did you become a shapechanger?

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Morrigan: I was not born such. 'Tis a skill of Flemeth's, taught over many years in the Wilds.

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Morrigan: The Chasind have tales of we witches, saying that we assume the forms of creatures to watch them from hiding.

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Morrigan: When a child is alone and separate from his tribe, that is when we strike, dragging the young boy kicking and screaming to our lair to be devoured. A most amusing legend.

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Bro: But it's just a legend, right?

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Morrigan: So I assume. My mother has walked the Wilds far longer than I. Who am I to suggest what things she has done and not done in her past?

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Morrigan: Why do you ask? Is there something specific you wish to know?

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Bro: Can you change into other human forms, as well?

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Morrigan: The form of an animal is different from my own. One may study the creature, learn to move as it does, think as it does.

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Morrigan: In time, this allows one to become as it is.

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Morrigan: I gain nothing by studying another human. I already am the same as they are, I learn nothing. So the answer is no, my human form is the only one I possess.

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Bro: Can anyone become a shapechanger?

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Morrigan: Anyone with sufficient will. But the act of transformation is a magical one. 'Tis a spell, and thus requires a mage's talents.

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Morrigan: If you had a notion to learn such a skill for yourself, sadly you must remain disappointed.

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Bro: Do you spend a lot of time as an animal?

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Morrigan: There were nights when the Wilds called to me, 'tis true.

Furry detected.

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Morrigan: You look upon the world around you and you think you know it well. I have smelled it as a wolf, listened as a cat, prowled shadows that you never dreamed existed.

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Morrigan: But my life is a human. I am under no illusions to the contrary.

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Bro: And what do other animals think of you when you're changed?

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Morrigan: They do not shy away from me. To their senses, I believe I seem like any other of their species.

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Morrigan: As to what they think, I truly cannot say. Just as I am still human, no matter my form, they are still animals. Thus they cannot speak, even were I to ask.

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Bro: I've never heard of magic like that before.

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Morrigan: No? 'Tis not unheard of, in the remote corners of the world. There are traditions of magic outside of the Circle of Magi, despite what those mages would have you believe.

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Morrigan: Some of those traditions are old, indeed, passed down as carefully-guarded lore from one generation to the next.

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Morrigan: The zealots of the Chantry would uproot all such practitioners if they could, but as luck have it some still exist. My mother is such a one.

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Bro: That's good. Such traditions need to be preserved.

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Morrigan: I am surprised you think so. Still, 'tis a pleasant thing to hear.

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Bro: That's all I wanted to ask.

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Morrigan: Indeed? Have you an opinion on my abilities, then? Am I an unnatural abomination to be put to the torch?

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Bro: I think your abilities sound quite useful.

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Morrigan: Oh? You're simply full of surprises, little man, aren't you?

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Morrigan: But enough of such talk. Let us proceed, lest the dust gather on us.

Morrigan approves +6


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Morrigan: I await your command.

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Bro: I'd like to ask you something.

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Morrigan: So! Full of questions, are you? (Laughs)

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Bro: Did you grow up in the Korcari Wilds?

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Morrigan: Why do you ask me such questions? I do not probe you for pointless information, do I?

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Bro: You can probe me anytime.

Strange choice of words. :oops: :?

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Morrigan: Beg pardon, then, while I jump for joy.

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Morrigan: What is it you asked? If I "grew up" in the Wilds? A curious question. Where else would you picture me?

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Morrigan: For many years it was simply Flemeth and I. The Wilds and its creatures were more real to me than Flemeth's tales of the world of man.

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Morrigan: In time, I grow curious. I left the Wilds to explore what lay beyond. Never for long. Brief forays into a civilized wilderness.

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Bro: And you remained unnoticed?

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Morrigan: For the most part. Flemeth taught me well.

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Morrigan: For all that I had been taught, however, the truth of the civilized lands proved to be... overwhelming.

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Morrigan: I was unfamiliar with so much. So confident and bold was I, yet there was much that Flemeth could never have prepared me for.

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Bro: Very daring. That sounds like you.

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Morrigan: (Laughs) Equal parts daring and foolhardy, perhaps.

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Morrigan: Only once was I accused of being a Witch of the Wilds, and that by a Chasind who happened to be traveling with a merchant caravan.

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Morrigan: He pointed and gasped and began shouting in his strange language, and most assumed he was casting some curse upon me. I acted the terrified girl, and naturally he was arrested.

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Bro: That was quick thinking.

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Morrigan: Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman: one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive.

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Morrigan: I played the weakling and batted my eyelashes at the captain of the guard. Child's play.

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Morrigan: The point being that I was able to move through human lands fairly easily. Whatever humans think a Witch of the Wild looks like, 'tis not I.

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Morrigan: Not that I did not have trouble. There are things about human society which have always puzzled me. Such as the touching -- why all the touching for a simple greeting?

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Bro: Were you upset by all the bad touching?

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Morrigan: Hmm. At least with that sort of touching I would have been able to intuit the intent with far greater ease.

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Morrigan: There were many nuances that Flemeth could never tell me of. When to look into another's eyes, how to eat at a table, how to bargain without offending... none of these things I knew.

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Morrigan: I still do not understand it all, truth be told. But, then, I gave up long ago any hope of doing so. When I returned to the Wilds last, I swore to Flemeth that I had no intention of leaving again.

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Bro: Yet here you are.

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Morrigan: Yes. Here I am.

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Morrigan: Well, let's go on with it before the ground opens up and swallows us, yes?

Morrigan approves +6


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Morrigan: Yes?

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Bro: I'd like to discuss something personal.

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Morrigan: We are in camp, so 'tis as good a time as any.

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Bro: (Kiss her)

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Morrigan: What's this? (Laughs) 'Tis a rather odd discussion you seem to desire, leaning in so closely.

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Bro: Humor me.

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Morrigan: Oh, it's a humor you desire? I didn’t realize comedy had anything to do with this.

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Bro: Only if we do it wrong.

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Morrigan: How true. Let us do it right, then.

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Morrigan approves +4.


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Morrigan: Yes?

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Bro: I'd like to ask you something.

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Morrigan: So! Full of questions, are you? (Laughs)

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Bro: Have you ever been hunted by the Chantry?

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Morrigan: (Chuckles) You are very cute to ask so many questions.

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Bro: And you are cute when you're evasive.

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Morrigan: Really? Perhaps we should be wrapped in ribbons and adorned with flowers, so cute are we two. (Laughs)

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Morrigan: My mother has been hunted from time to time, yes. By templar fools like Alistair, which should tell you how successful they generally were.

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Morrigan: Flemeth made a bit if a game of it, in fact. The templars would come again and she would look at me and smile and say that the fun was to begin once more.

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Bro: You really had no trouble with them?

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Morrigan: I am unsure. I was too young to understand, and perhaps 'twas bravado on Flemeth's part. Or perhaps she was merely amused, I will never know.

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Morrigan: Flemeth would warn them once. 'Twas a warning they inevitably failed to heed.

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Morrigan: And then the true game began. Often Flemeth would use me as bait. A little girl to scream and run and lure the templars deeper into the Wilds and to their doom.

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Bro: Surely more would have followed.

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Morrigan: Sometimes. Eventually.

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Morrigan: Thankfully, the Wilds is a vast place. Once they found us, Flemeth would simply move us elsewhere and we would be lost within the forest once again.

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Morrigan: I did not understand the danger we faced until I was much older. I had never heard of "apostates" or "maleficarum".

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Bro: They got what they deserved.

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Morrigan: Perhaps they did. Still, I do not begrudge them doing what they believe is necessary.

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Morrigan: The Chantry sees any mages not leashed to the Circle of Magi as "apostates". And apostates could become "maleficarum": evil mages that resort to blood magic and become demon-enslaved abominations.

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Morrigan: It may even be true. Still, those of us who prefer freedom see no reason to submit.

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Bro: If I were a mage, I might think the same.

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Morrigan: Thank you for small favors, then, at the very least.

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Morrigan: Enough of this talk. Let us return to the task at hand.

Morrigan approves +5


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Morrigan: Yes?

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Bro: I'd like to ask you something.

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Morrigan: So! Full of questions, are you? (Laughs)

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Bro: Is Flemeth really what she seems to be?

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Morrigan: (Chuckles) Well that depends, does it not? What does she seem to be?

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Bro: A powerful maleficar.

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Morrigan: You mean is she truly the Flemeth of legend and story.

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Morrigan: Tell me: how much do you know of the tale? The one that the Chasind still tell of my mother, to frighten them into obedience?

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Bro: I'm more interested in truth.

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Morrigan: I can relay what Flemeth once told me, herself. And you can decide whether or not 'tis the truth. If you desire.

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Bro: That sounds interesting.

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Morrigan: As the tale is sung by the bards, there was a time when Flemeth was young and beautiful. A fair lass in a land of barbarian men, the desire of any who saw her.

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Bro: Just how long ago is this?

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Morrigan: Many centuries, before this land was even named Ferelden.

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Morrigan: The tales say that Flemeth fell in love with Osen, the bard, and fled the castle of her husband, the dread Lord Conobar, and that he swore vengeance for her infidelity.

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Morrigan: In truth, my mother claims that 'twas Osen who was her husband, and Conobar the jealous lord who looked on from afar.

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Morrigan: Lord Conobar approached young Osen and offered him wealth and power in exchange for his lovely wife. And Osen agreed.

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Bro: Seems like a fair deal.

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Morrigan: Aye, it was. 'Twas Flemeth who suggested the arrangement in the first place.

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Morrigan: All would have been well had Lord Conobar kept his end of the bargain. But he was a foul man who bargained with coin he did not possess.

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Morrigan: Osen was led off to a field and slain, left for dead. Flemeth spoke to the spirits and learned of the deed, and swore revenge.

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Bro: But wasn't she now married to a wealthier man?

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Morrigan: That was not the point. Conobar had no honor, so she would not have him.

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Morrigan: Flemeth begged the spirits to aid her and 'twas they who slew Conobar. The demon the legend tells of came later.

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Morrigan: Lord Conobar's allies chased Flemeth, you see. Chased her to the Wilds and there she hid. There she found the demon and he made her strong.

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Morrigan: The legends all speak of the great hero Cormac, he who defeated Flemeth and her great army when she invaded the lowlands centuries later. All lies.

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Bro: Which? She never invaded? Or he never defeated her?

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Morrigan: The truth of the matter is that there was never an invasion. As Flemeth tells it, the Chasind never raised an army under her banner and she never fought with any warrior named Cormac.

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Morrigan: Cormac led a brutal civil war against his own people, and later claimed it was to vanquish evil that had taken root amongst the lords. Thus was he hailed a hero.

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Morrigan: Flemeth was only attached to the legend much later. Perhaps 'twas due to the great war with the Chasind that eventually came, but Mother claims not to know how it began.

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Bro: An interesting story. Thank you.

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Morrigan: Flemeth tells it with far more embellishment than I. But you are welcome.

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Morrigan: Dare I ask of your own mother? Few are abominations of legend, 'tis true, but I find myself curious nevertheless.

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Bro: My mother died a long time ago.

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Morrigan: Ah. Then you have my sympathies, for what it is worth.

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Morrigan: Which is very little, I am certain. It matters not. Let us move on.

Morrigan approves +6


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Morrigan: 'Tis cold in my tent, all alone.

And with such a whiny voice. ROFL

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Bro: And? What do you want me to do about it?

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Morrigan: (Chuckles) Why, it just so happens that I find you... quite warm.

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Bro: Let's see this tent of yours, then.

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Morrigan: So you shall come to my tent? But whatever shall we do in that tiny little space together while we wait for it to warm?

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Bro: I'm sure I'll think of something.

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Morrigan: Good. Then let us waste no more time with foolish talk.

For once I fully agree with you, bitch.

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Morrigan: I see the stories they tell of Grey Warden endurance are not exaggerated.

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Bro: You're just saying that.

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Morrigan: Not at all. Legends abound regarding such figures as Garahel, sordid though they may be.

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Morrigan: The unanswered question, of course, is whether the endurance exists because of the taint within you or because the Grey Wardens are by nature so very... healthy.

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Morrigan: I enjoy the thought that 'tis a little of both. Natural prowess driven by a darker side.

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Bro: So what now?

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Morrigan: That is entirely up to you.

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Morrigan: Simply know that I have no designs on your independence. I wish only to do what I desire, and if that coincides with what you desire... then so be it.

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Morrigan: And should you decide not to continue our... misadventure, then so be it. Very simple, is it not?

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Bro: Gee, thanks to spelling it out for me.

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Morrigan: I do like to keep it simple. Just for you, of course.

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Morrigan: Come, then. Let us be off before the others begin to stare.

Morrigan approves +7.


FACT: She's a terrible liar and camwhore. She claims that her tent is cold and worries if the others begin to stare, yet fucks outside near the campfire. *shrugs*

Approval stats before going to Haven:

Morrigan: +58

Alistair: -49

Zevran: +52

Leliana: +42

Sten: +27

Shale: -6
 
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They already have nude mods for Dragon Age? Though I guess it has been out for months, so never mind.
 

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The whole "sex scene" is two characters in underwear hugging each other and making a funny faces. Tits, dicks and asses make it somewhat less ROFLarious.
 

Kthan75

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Twinkle said:
The whole "sex scene" is two characters in underwear hugging each other and making a funny faces. Tits, dicks and asses make it somewhat less ROFLarious.

What mod is that, exactly? :D
 

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So that's what Biowhore understands of "maturity"?? Meh, even hentai games show more than this. In any case: the Golem is fuckable (or there's a mod for it)?, can/will you buttsex Alistair for the lulz?
 

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Reading a walkthrough on gamefaqs i found the following information:

As a male, you can romance Morrigan, Leliana and Zevran
As a female, you can romance Alistair, Leliana dna Zevran

No idea about mods.

Also, apparently you can have a foursome in the Pearl with Isabela, Zevran and Leliana... :D
That's maturity right there!
 
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lightbane said:
So that's what Biowhore understands of "maturity"?? Meh, even hentai games show more than this.
They got a shitload of manufactured hoopla over some ass and side-tit in Mass Effect. If they actually decided to show tit FOX news would live off of it for years. It would be a really shitty move for the industry.

can/will you buttsex Alistair for the lulz?
Only if there's a mod for it, since Alistair is the only straight male character you can romance, along with Morrigan being the only straight female character.
 

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Bro chose these companions. More drama for sure.

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Another "Why-can't-I-skip-this-POS" encounter. Thankfully, it's just a familiar trader.

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We are at our point of destination.

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Guard: What are you doing in Haven? There is nothing for you here.

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Bro: I have business here.

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Guard: No, you do not. I would have been informed if someone was expecting... a visitor.

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Bro: Is there a Brother Genetivi here?

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Guard: Who? Perhaps Revered Father Eirik will know of whom you speak.

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Guard: Unfortunately, he is ministering to the villagers at the moment, and cannot be disturbed.

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Leliana: Revered father? I have never heard of this.

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Guard: It has always been thus in Haven. We do not question tradition.

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Bro: Have you heard of the Urn of Sacred Ashes?

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Guard: The Urn is nothing but a legend.

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Bro: Brother Genetivi's research suggests that it may be more.

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Guard: I do not know who Brother Genetivi is, or what he says. However, I am sure people can convince themselves of anything.

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Bro: And you don't know if Brother Genetivi has come here?

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Guard: No.

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Bro: Why do you have a revered father? Priests are women.

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Guard: It has always been thus in Haven. We do not question tradition.

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Bro: I would like to explore Haven for a while.

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Guard: We do not appreciate lowlanders "looking about" our home as though it were some sort of zoo.

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Bro: Very well. Excuse me.

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Guard: You may trade for supplies at the shop if you wish. Then I suggest you and your companions leave.

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Morrigan: They are hiding something. 'Tis obvious, is it not?


Yes, Mr. Gaider, could've never guessed it myself. :roll:

First signs of drama.

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Sten: Interesting strategy. Tell me: Do you intend to keep going north until it becomes south, and attack the archdemon from the rear?

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Bro: Don't argue with me right now, Sten.

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Sten: Oh? Are we in some hurry? I ask your pardon, then. It seemed to me as though we were in the midst of aimlessly climbing a mountain in the middle of nowhere.

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Bro: There is nothing aimless about this.

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Sten: The archdemon is our goal. And we are heading away from it. To find the charred remnants of a dead woman.

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Sten: I will not simply follow in your shadow as you run from battle.

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Bro: Well, there is nothing you can do about it. I'm in charge.

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Sten: Not anymore. I'm taking command.

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Bro: Just try it.

Sten disapproves -5


He was just asking for it.

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Sten: I was wrong. You are strong enough. What now?

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Bro: Just get back in line, Sten.

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Sten: As you wish.

Sten approves +7


He deserved death for what he'd tried to accomplish. Yet there is no such an option - only to kick his ass from the party.

A door is open in the house nearby.

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Evil villagers performed dark rituals.

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Bloody altar: (This altar appears to have been used recently. A pool of blood remains, running over the sides in dark rivulets.)

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Leliana: I was not expecting to find something so unsettling.

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Morrigan: That is human blood.

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Bro: That's not what I wanted to hear.


A kid singing dumb songs that are supposed to be unnerving.

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Child: Who are you? You shouldn't be here.

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Bro: Do you know Brother Genetivi?

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Child: Who? Why would you come here looking for someone?

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Child: Lowlanders don't belong here.


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Child: What? Why are you looking at me like that?

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Bro: (Intimidate) Tell me what you know, or you'll be sorry you ever saw me.

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Child: Y-you're the one who'll be sorry! Never trust a lowlander!


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Sten still plays cool dude even after being humiliated.

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Sten: Why are you here?

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Morrigan: Excuse me?

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Sten: Obviously, you're no priestess. But shouldn't you be... running a shop, or a farm somewhere, rather than fighting?

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Morrigan: You think to tell me my place, qunari? You are very brave.

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Sten: It is not done.

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Morrigan: But it is done. Do not be such a blind fool.

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Sten: I speak the truth. It is not I who is blind.

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Morrigan: Look around you, then. You see women throughout this land, fighters and mages both.

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Sten: That has yet to be proven.

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Morrigan: Which? That they fight? Or that they are female?

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Sten: Either.

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Morrigan: So I am not truly a woman to you? Hmm. 'Tis good to know.


Moving up the stairs Bro notices a shop.

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Shopkeeper: Who are you? You're not from Haven...

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Bro: Why does everyone tell me that like I don't already know it?

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Shopkeeper: We... we don't get very many visitors.

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Bro: Have you seen a man called Brother Genetivi?

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Shopkeeper: No... I've never heard that name.

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Bro: This is the shop? I'd like to trade.

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Shopkeeper: I don't have much, but I suppose you can take a look.


We'll need some health poultices soon.

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The shopkeeper tries to interrupt our attempts at dicking around.

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Shopkeeper: What are you doing? That's private!

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Bro: What are you hiding?

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Shopkeeper: I don't see how that is any of your concern.

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Bro: I'm making it my concern.

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Shopkeeper: No! You have no right!


Attacking a group of well-equipped enemies with bare hands isn't smart course of action.

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Totally unpredictable stuff lies here.

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As soon as we leave the shop the welcoming party appears.

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Religious fanatics are dumb.

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Only one building remains unchecked - a local Chantry. Cultists make a pathethic attempt to stop us.

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And here it stands.

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Eirik: ...we are blessed beyond measure; we are chosen by the Holy and Beloved to be Her guardians.

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Eirik: This sacred duty is given to us alone; rejoice, my brethren, and prepare your hearts to receive Her.

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Eirik: Lift up your voices, and despair not, for She will raise Her faithful servants to glory when Her--

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Eirik: Ah, welcome. I heard we had a visitor wandering about the village. I trust you've enjoyed your time in Haven so far?

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Bro: You killed the knights of Redcliffe. I saw the bodies.

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Eirik: This, my brothers, is what happens when you let an outsider into the village. They have no respect for our privacy.

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Eirik: He will tell others of us if we let him. Word will spread, and then what?

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Eirik: You, stranger, do not understand our ways. You would bring war to Haven, in your ignorance.

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Bro: I don't have to tell anyone. We could work something out.

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Eirik: We've learned not to trust outsiders. What trust can there be when you barge into our homes with no regard for those that live here?

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Eirik: We don't owe you any explanations for our actions. We have a sacred duty; failure to protect Her would be a greater sin. All will be forgiven.


Your loss :lol: ...

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We'll need his medallion to open temple's doors.

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Totally not secret wall.

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Wassup, bro?

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Brother Genetivi: Who are you? They... they've sent you to finish it?

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Bro: Brother Genetivi?

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Brother Genetivi: You're... you're not one of them... thank the Maker.

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Bro: I read your notes, back in Denerim.

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Brother Genetivi: So it seems. They take great pains to keep it well-hidden. I... ungh!

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Brother Genetivi: (Sigh) The leg's not doing so well and... abd I can't feel my foot.

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Bro: Morrigan, can you do anything?

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Morrigan: The leg is wounded, but that will heal in time. The foot... may have to come off.

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Brother Genetivi: I thought you might say that... but if the foot goes, it goes. There are more important things than an old man's feet.

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Brother Genetivi: I don't have time to rest now. I'm so close. The Urn is just up that mountain.

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Bro: I need to find the Ashes. Arl Eamon get sicker by the day.

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Brother Genetivi: The arl is sick? Will he live?

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Bro: The arl was poisoned under Loghain's orders.

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Brother Genetivi: Politics. Never did anyone any good.

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Brother Genetivi: The arl is a noble soul. But the Ashes... the Ashes will surely cure him.

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Brother Genetivi: Haven lies in the shadow of the mountain that holds the Urn. There is an old temple there, built to protect it.

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Brother Genetivi: The door is always locked, but I know what the key is.

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Brother Genetivi: Eirik wears a medallion that open the temple door... I've seen what he does with it.

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Bro: This medallion?

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Brother Genetivi: Yes, that is your key. Take me to the mountainside, and I will show you.

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Bro: All right. Let's leave now.

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Brother Genetivi: Ah, good. Help me up here. I'll try not to slow us down.

He gets up.

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The writing is so fucking awful it is hard to read.
At least in another Codex favourite, Fallout 3, it was retarded and thus fun to make fun of.
 

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BRO STUPID LAZY BIOWHORES MISSED THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF CHARACTER CREATION!!! GAWD BLESS TEH MODDERZ THEY FIXD IT!!!!!!!!!

The ruined temple

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Brother Genetivi: Here we are. Give me the medallion, and let's see if I remember.

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Brother Genetivi: Yes... you see, it can be manipulated, just like this...

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Brother Genetivi: And there... a key to open the way.

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Bro: Now what?

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Brother Genetivi: Now... where does this go?

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Brother Genetivi: What I would give to have seen this hall in all its splendor, as it was meant to be...

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Bro: Yes, yes... get moving, you old geezer.

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Brother Genetivi: I could not keep up with you with my injuries. I should be safe; I don't think there are any villagers here.

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Brother Genetivi: Go. I will be all right. Perhaps my destiny was only to lead you to the Urn.

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Bro: Try not to get in trouble.

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Brother Genetivi: I'll be right here if you need me.


A corridor to the right. Door is closed.

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A local library. Lots of quest-related stuff like Scrolls of Banastor.

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Reavers guard the stairs.

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Another corridor. Letter on adventurers body trigger the quest to find Gaxkang (hurr hurr).

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There are more dumb villagers here. What's the point of wearing nothing but shirts in ice-cold ruins?

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Anyway, there is a taper here, required for a further progress.

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And another corridor. The monster is called Bronto. A mark for originality.

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More enemies nearby

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Another scroll here

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Mages' quarters. Attacking them alerts enemies in the next room.

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Finally we are able to get a key from one the chests here.

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On a way back SUDDENLY enemies appear out of nowhere.

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That closed door.

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The chest contains a key for the main hall

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And we used it.

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Enemy mages can easily be debilitated.

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Lighting the brazier makes inner sanctum accessible.

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The first room is full of traps.

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In this room enemies attack from flanks. Still easy if you slay enemy mage first.

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We took a left turn.

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A strangely empty room with four chests. Totally not trap. But if you try to open a chest one Wraith appears.

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...two Wraiths.

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...three Wraiths.

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I killed all these monsters and all I got were these damned boots?! :rage:

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On the positive side of things, the exit is near.

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Twinkle

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More of the same

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First encounter with scalies. These are laughably weak.

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We take left turns everywhere to skip as much filler combat as possible

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A dialogue for a change :)

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Kolgrim: Stop! You will go no further.

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Bro: Oh? Is that so?

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Kolgrim: You have defiled our temple. You have spilled the blood of the faithful, and slaughtered our young.

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Kolgrim: No more. You will tell me now, intruder, why you have done all this. Why have you come here?

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Bro: I have come for the Urn of Sacred Ashes.

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Kolgrim: You did this all for an antient relic? Know this, stranger...

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Kolgrim: The prophet Andraste has overcome death itself and has returned to Her faithful in a form more radiant than you can imagine!

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Kolgrim: Not even the Tevinter Imperium could hope to slay Her now. What hope do you have?

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Bro: I wish to see this arisen Andraste.

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Kolgrim: None but the Disciples may approach Andraste. She is not ready yet, but when the time is right, She will descend upon the nations in fiery splendor, and all will know Her.

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Kolgrim: But... perhaps there is a way to make up for your recent transgressions.

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Bro: Why do you suddenly want to cooperate with me?

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Kolgrim: It may be because I believe in second chances. All of us stumble through the darkness before being found and shown the light.

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Kolgrim: Perhaps through Andraste's mercy, Her greatest enemy will become her greatest champion.

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Bro: Just say what you have to say.

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Kolgrim: Allow me to introduce myself: I am Father Kolgrim. I lead the Disciples of Andraste.

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Kolgrim: Atop the mountain lie the remains of the mortal Andraste.

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Kolgrim: The Urn is watched by an immortal guardian. He is trapped in the past and refuses to accept the risen Andraste.

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Kolgrim: Now the Ashes prevent holy Andraste from fully realizing Her new form. They are a remnant of Her past incarnation, and She cannot move on as long as they exist.

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Bro: So... what? You want to toss them out a window?

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Kolgrim: I speak not of destruction.

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Kolgrim: The Beloved needs to reclaim the Ashes, to make them Her own again. All it would take is a drop of Her blood.

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Kolgrim: Blood carries power, strength, knowledge. Through it, all the power that is held in the Ashes will be returned to our Lady.

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Bro: I suppose that makes sense.

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Kolgrim: The Guardian has foiled all our attempts to reach the Urn. He keeps what power remains from the true Andraste.

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Kolgrim: He knows the Disciples, and we cannot touch him, for he draws his strength from the Ashes themselves.

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Kolgrim: But you could deliver our Lady what is rightfully Hers.

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Leliana: What is this talk about blood and power? And he thinks Andraste is reborn? It is preposterous! Oh, I do not like this.

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Kolgrim: The rewards for performing such a service would be great indeed.

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Bro: What sort of reward?

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Kolgrim: You will gain the right to the power of the dragon, the power of risen Andraste Herself.

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Kolgrim: The task is simple: I give you a vial of the holy Andraste's blood, and you empty the vial into the Ashes.

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Kolgrim: Whatever magic was held in the Ashes will be undone... and our great Lady will be freed from the shackles of Her past life.

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Sten: And what? Encourage the worship of a large lizard?

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Sten: Consider your actions carefully.

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Bro: You seem to forget that I'm the one who makes the decisions.

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Kolgrim: Take this -- the blood of the dragon. You know what you must do.

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Morrigan: If we succeed, Kolgrim and his fellows will be indebted to you. That puts you in a very advantageous position.

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Kolgrim: Now, I shall beseech the holy Andraste to let you pass safely into the Inner Sanctum.

Sten disapproves -3
Morrigan approves +2



BLOOM IS HEAVAN LET'S ENTER IT

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Giant flying reptilian overlords

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Somehow the cultists are ahead of me.

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A dark, narrow passage. Something bad is coming.

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Oh, shi-

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Kolgrim: Great Andraste! I pray You: stay Your wrath! I bring before You Your champion, who will fall upon Your enemies as a cleansing flame, paving the way for Your glory!

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Kolgrim: O, beloved Andraste! O, holy Andraste! We praise Your Name!


Even lizard is probably shy of this dumbfuckery.

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Kolgrim: I have spoken to the beloved Andraste. She will let you pass.

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Bro: You are right. Andraste is glorious.

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Kolgrim: Succeed in your task, and you will share in Her glory.

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Kolgrim: We await your triumphant return.


The door leads to Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade ripoff.

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