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

Twinkle · Feb 16, 2010

Alistair's Nightmare. He is dreaming about lost family.

Alistair: Hey! It's great to see you again. I was just thinking about you... isn't that a marvelous coincidence?

Alistair: This is my sister, Goldanna.

Alistair: These are her children, and there's more about somewhere. We're one big happy family, at long last!

Bro: They're demons, you know.

Alistair: Oh, that's what everyone says about their relatives, but I've never been happier.

Goldanna: I'm overjoyed to have my little brother back. I'll never let him out of my sight again!

Bro: You live with your sister?

Alistair: There's nothing wrong with living with my sister. I've never had a real family, before.

Goldanna: Well, Alistair, is your friend staying for supper?

Alistair: Sure you'll stay. Goldanna's a great cook. Maybe she'll make her mince pie. You can, can't you?

Goldanna: Of course, dear brother. Anything for you.

Bro: She's just a demon in disguise. Don't believe any of this.

Alistair: How can you say that about Goldanna? She's... she's the soul of goodness!

Alistair: You're acting very strangely.

Bro: (Persuade) Think about this and how you got here. Think carefully.

Alistair: All right, if it makes you happy. I... it's a little fuzzy, that's strange...

Goldanna: Alistair, come and have some tea.

Alistair: No... wait.... I remember a... tower. The Circle... it was under atttack.... there were demons. That's all I really remember.

Bro: That's when we got trapped in the Fade, where we are now.

Alistair: A-are you saying... this is a-a dream? But it's so real...

Goldanna: Of course it's real! Now wash up before supper and I--

Alistair: Something doesn't feel quite right here. I... think I have to go.

Bro: Yes, we've wasted enough time here.

Goldanna [xtreme demonic voice]: No! He is ours, and I'd rather see him dead than free!

Fast and easy fight.

Alistair: G-Goldanna? I can't believe it. How did I not see this earlier?

Bro: I don't know. Maybe you're just not that intelligent.

Alistair: Yes... uh, well. Try not to tell everyone how easily fooled I was.

Alistair: Are we going now? Wait, where are you going? What's happening to me? Hey!

He disappears

To the next one.

Morrigan's Nightmare. She's arguing with mommy.

Morrigan: Away! Away with you! I shall have no more of your pestering!

Flemeth: I am your mother... do you not love me?

Morrigan: You are as much my mother as my little finger, right here, is the queen of Ferelden. I know you, fade spirit, you cannot fool me.

Flemeth: Are you more clever than your own dear mother? Surely such pride must be punished!

:Bitchslap:

Flemeth: There! That is for not showing respect!

Morrigan: That is far more like it, but it is too little too late, spirit.

Morrigan: 'Tis you at last! Come and rid me of this vexatious spirit! I weary of being prodded!

Bro: All right, I'm coming.

Morrigan: Good, kill it, and then we can be off.

Morrigan: 'Tis about time! That was most--

Morrigan: Wait! What is this? No, not this again! I refuse!

She disappears

Now it's time to visit our dear buttfriend.

Hardkkore BDSM

Crude Torturer: I think I saw him flinch this time.

Cruel Torturer: Maybe. We'll make you scream yet, apprentice.

Crude Torturer: We're not going to go easy on you, trust me.

Zevran: (Groans) No... I wouldn't... want you to hold back. I'd be disappointed if you... did.

Crude Torturer: This one has the spirit. It's a shame we have to break him.

Bro: I'll not have you threaten a friend of mine.

Zevran: What... what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be... here...

Bro: Snap it out. This is a dream.

Zevran: I can't... I need to stay strong. This is my test. I am going to be a Crow... I need to show them I can tolerate... pain.

Bro: You don't have to. They're demons, can't you see that?

Zevran: What? That cannot be, and yet... you speak the truth? I can feel it. Is this nothing but a bad dream? A bad memory?

Cruel Torturer: Oh, I think he's questioning is. That's a very, very bad thing to do, isn't it?

Crude Torturer: Yes, it is. Yes... he will be punished for that. Severely punished.

Zevran: Well! That was bracing! There's nothing like a good racking, is there?

Zevran: Hmm? What are you doing? Where are you going?

He disappears.

We are getting close.

Sloth Demon: What do we have here? A rebellious minion? An escaped slave? (Laughs) My, my... but you do have some gall.

Sloth Demon: But playtime is over. You all have to go back now.

Bro's companions appear.

Alistair: Oh, here I am! And there you are! You just disappeared. Well, no matter!

Zevran: How did I get here? What happened to all those luscious wood nymphs?

Morrigan: You made a dangerous enemy, demon, by toying with my mind.

Sloth Demon: If you go back quietly, I'll do better this time. I'll make you much happier.

Bro: I'll make my own happiness, thank you.

Sloth Demon: Can't you think about someone other than yourself? I'm hurt, so very, very hurt.

Bro: I'll take my chances. I'll do nothing you say.

Sloth Demon: You wish to battle me? So be it... you will learn to bow to your betters, mortal!

Fight with Sloth Demon is multi-staged. He has a total of five forms. Each time you defeat one form he will respawn in a different form with full health.

The first form is Ogre.

Second form is Rage Demon. Oh, our gay friend has just passed out.

Third form - Abomination. Probably the weakest one.

Fourth - Shade. Not much harder.

And the final form - Arcane Horror who likes spamming AoE spells. Oh shit, Bro and Morrigan fell a victim of untimely fireball.

But not all is lost - our simple-minded paladin managed to heal wounds using lyrium vein. Will "fool's luck" perk work? Who will prevail?

Through the successful use of special attacks Mr. Bastard managed to render foe defenseless. Blood and thunder, victory at sea! See, even people with special tags can do something worthy. :smug:

Mage Niall congratulates us.

Niall: You defeated the demon. I never thought... I never expected you to free yourself, to free us both.

Niall: When you return... take the Litany of Adralla from my... body. It will protect you from the worse of the blood magic.

Bro: Aren't you coming to help?

Niall: I cannot go with you. I have been here far too long.

Niall: For you it will have been an afternoon's nap. Your body won't have wasted away in the real world while your spirit lay in the hands of a demon.

Bro: What are you babbling about?

Niall: Every minute I was here, the sloth demon was feeding off me, using my life to fuel the nightmares of this realm. There is so little of me left...

Niall: I was never meant to save the Circle, or... survive its troubles. I am dying. It is as simple as that.

Bro: I should leave quickly then.

Niall: It is time for us both to be on our way. Remember the Litany of Adralla. The Circle is all that matters now.

Niall: Thank you and goodbye... friend.

The Circle Tower, again. Unbelievable, I've managed to slog through this.

We take the Litany from the corpse, as Niall suggested.

Empty rooms devoid of enemies are a welcome change. But as soon as you start to think you've left filler fights behind - they return hitting both ~~ass and legs~~ patience and fun.

The last closed door. What's behind?

A templar in some sort of magical cage.

Cullen: This trick again? I know what you are. It won't work. I will stay strong...

Bro: What won't work?

Cullen: Enough visions. If anything in you is human... kill me now and stop this game.

Cullen: You broke the others, but I will stay strong, for my sake... for theirs...

Cullen: Filthy blood mages... getting in my head... I will not break... I'd rather die.

Bro: You're not going to die, not if I can help it.

Cullen: Silence... I'll not listen to anything you say. Now begone!

Cullen: Still here? But that's always worked before. I close my eyes, but you are still here when I open them.

Bro: You are pretty dense, aren't you?

Cullen: Don't blame me for being cautious. The voices... the images... so real...

Cullen: Did Greagoir send you? How... how did you get here?

Bro: I'm here to cleanse the Circle.

Cullen: Good... kill Uldred. Kill them all for what they've done.

Cullen: They caged us like animals... looked for ways to break us. I'm the only one left...

Cullen: They turned some into... monsters. And... there was nothing I could do.

Bro: Be thankful it wasn't you.

Cullen: Don't think I'm not grateful... but why should I live when my friends lie dead, their bodies and spirits broken?

Cullen: To think I once felt pity for the Circle. Now I'd like nothing more than to wipe their taint off face of Thedas.

Bro: Mages are dangerous, yes.

Cullen: Only mages have that much power at their fingertips. Only mages are so susceptible to the infernal whisperings of the demons.

Cullen: Yes, some fought back... but even they are lost now. Uldred has them.

Cullen: They are in the Harrowing Chamber. The sounds coming out from there... oh, Maker...

Cullen: He's doing something to them, I can feel it. Something terrible...

Alistair: His hatred of mages is so intense... the memory of his friends' deaths is still fresh in his mind.

Cullen: You have to end it, now, before it's too late.

Bro: What do you propose we do?

Cullen: To ensure this horror is ended... to guarantee that no abominations or blood mages live, you must kill everyone up there.

STOP.

To kill or not to kill: that is the question. KKKodex, help Bro decide.

Radisshu · Feb 16, 2010

lightbane · Feb 16, 2010

Is that a serious question? What you had been doing until now? KILL!!! MAIM!!! BURN!!! THAT'S THE REPLY!!!

Erebus · Feb 16, 2010

Slaughtering everyone does seem like the JERKASS! option, but maybe we could accomplish more evil by sparing them...

Ah, fuck this, let's kill them anyway.

Radisshu · Feb 16, 2010

Erebus said:
Slaughtering everyone does seem like the JERKASS! option, but maybe we could accomplish more evil by sparing them...

Ah, fuck this, let's kill them anyway.

Bro is an asshole first, and evil second.

Brother None · Feb 16, 2010

Kill probably makes the most sense for the Broham.

Also, I think the fight with the Sloth Demon is much easier if you appropriately use your forms during the fight, you seem to just be fighting as you throughout.

Also also, if you thought this was a hard-to-get-through slog there's no way you'll make it through the Derp Roads :D

Radisshu · Feb 16, 2010

Yes, the golem form in particular makes everything ridiculously easy.

Brother None · Feb 16, 2010

Radisshu said:
Yes, the golem form in particular makes everything ridiculously easy.

Yeah. Great tank if you have damage dealers in your party, and good damage dealer himself.

However, I think you're "supposed to" adapt your form throughout the fight. Golem makes it easier, but he's not the best form always; for instance, the Ghost form has really good attacks versus the rage demon, and I think burning man works well against the shade but I'm not too sure.

Twinkle · Feb 21, 2010

NO MERCY FOR THE MUSGUIDED!

Bro: I hate to admit it, but you are possibly right.

Zevran: I am hardly the person to lecture on the worthier points of human nature, but surely this is a fine time to display the oft-lauded virtue known as mercy?

Zevran: I deserved to die, and you spared me. Why are you so quick to condemn these mages?

Bro: You saying I made a mistake sparing you?

Zevran: (Chuckles) Perhaps. But you did it nevertheless, no?

Zevran: I've taken the lives of many throughout my career, but this is no measured act. There is no chase, no hunt, no dignity in this... there is only slaughter.

Bro: (Persuade) What about the people they might slaughter?

Zevran: I've thought about it, but... ah, I don't know why I'm so concerned about this to begin with.

Zevran: Do as you like. Certainly the notions of morality brought up by a professional assassin are dubious at best, yes?

Morrigan: You do realize the fool is deranged, yes? His mind has been twisted by hatred and jealousy.

Morrigan: Still, it has led you to decide that this ridiculous Circle is to be destroyed, so who am I to complain?

Cullen: You understand what you must do. I would help, but as you can see, I am in no position to do anything.

Bro: We will come back for you after we deal with Uldred.

Cullen: My cage is Uldred's doing... or one of his mages. Once they're dead, I will be free.

Bro: It's unfortunate that so many have to die for his mistakes.

Cullen: Sometimes terrible things must be done to protect the greater good.

Cullen: I wish you luck. May the Maker turn his gaze on you.

Harrowing Chamber

Some sort of supernatural shock therapy is performed here.

First Enchanter Irving and several other mages sit on the floor tied up.

That's the bad guy, Uldred.

Uldred: Do you accept the gift that I offer?

His victim nods.

Moar electrocuting and the new abomination is born. Meanwhile Irving unsuccessfully tries to break free.

Bro finally appears.

Uldred: Ah... look what we have here. An intruder. I bid you welcome. Care to join in our... revels?

Bro: I think I'll just kill you, if that's all right with you.

Uldred: Fight, if you must. I will just make my victory all the sweeter.

At last, proper dialogue after all that obnoxious shit. Uldred takes his true form - Pride Demon. Think ogre with good spellcasting abilities.

From time to time he'll try to convert more mages into abominations (note the violet circles). Litany of Adralla can interrupt this process. However, Bro will NOT use it.

Overall it's a pretty interesting encounter. Uldred feels strong but hardly overpowered - he doesn't have "I-instawin" strikes like some bosses in DA.

He'll continue to make new abominations but they are hardly strong adversaries.

It's coming to an end. Irving is getting converted. One thing I don't understand - if spawning abomination is such a fast process wtf was Uldred doing for so long?

Sayonara, suxx0rs.

Cullen suddenly appears.

Cullen: You did it... I feel almost sorry for them, but it had to be done.

Cullen: Thank you. The templars will forever be in you debt.

Bro: What are you doing up here?

Cullen: When Uldred dies, the magic confining me dissipated. I wanted to make sure things were all right.

Cullen: We will have to start over, but there will always be mages, and the Circle will always be needed.

Bro: I should tell Greagoir that it's over.

Cullen: Follow me, then.

Cut

Knight-Commander Greagoir: You said you have proof. Where is it? I will not risk leaving the doors open.

Bro: I have killed Uldred, the mage responsible for all of this.

Cullen: Accept my word as proof, ser. All the mages are dead. We no longer have to fear their dark powers.

Morrigan: And so the great Circle of the Magi falls... for now. Mages are not so easily controlled, it appears.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: Your companion speaks with great wisdom. The same thought crosses my mind often.

Bro: Oh, yes. She's very wise.

Morrigan: Why, thank you.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: We will form the Circle anews, upon the remains of the old. And we will not make the same mistakes twice.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: I am grateful for what you have done, and I did give you my word that we would aid you in your battle against the darkspawn.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: I intend to honor my promise to you.

Bro: Then my trip here was not entirely wasted.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: Once we have secured the tower, my men and I will make our way to battle.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: After all, we still have not heard from Denerim, and the Darkspawn threaten all of Ferelden. It falls to me to decide what we must do.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: The templars, out of duty and gratitude, will stand with the Grey Wardens.

Bro: I expect you to be there when the time comes.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: You must excuse me. There are loose ends to be tied up, and the Chantry must be informed that the situation here is under control.

Knight-Commander Greagoir: We will meet again soon. Till then, may the Maker watch over you.

Morrigan approves +12

Time to sell the junk I've collected.

Quartermaster: You really killed all those abominations. I didn't think it was possible. I thought we'd all die here.

Quartermaster: I'm sure you need supplies after that. Don't you?

Bro: All right, let's trade.

Now Bro's going to complete Tower quests. Running into emo trigger in the corridor.

Morrigan: That is rather wily of you, Zevran.

Zevran: What is so wily of me, oh magical temptress?

Morrigan: Getting in the good graces of the one who decides whether you live or die, not to mention the one who can protect you against your former comrades.

Zevran: And I am supposed to believe you are here out of... a sense of patriotism, perhaps?

Morrigan: (Scoffs) Hardly that.

Zevran: We all have our reasons for doing what we do. Mine happen to come with a set of strong hands.

LOL, templars in full plate are mopping up floor.

Now - "Summoning Sciences"

You'll just have to strictly follow exercises described in the journal and click on mentioned objects, no creativity involved.

First exercise - spirit hog is summoned who instantly dies.

Second exercise - evil creature called "Trickster Whim". You'll deal with him later during "random" encounter.

And the third and final exercise - creature called "Fade Rifter" appears.

Watchguard of the Reaching quest. You'll have to click on the statues in specific order to complete it.

Great Hall on the third floor. Correct order - statue with a bowl

statue holding a sword pointing up.

statue holding a sword pointing down

and a statue with a shield located near the stairs to the top.

To see the effects you'll have to return to the first floor. Clicking on this door summons monster Shah Wyrd.

It drops good anti-dragon two-handed sword called Yusaris. With everything completed we are heading to the gates only to be interrupted by another emo trigger.

Zevran: So are you a very religious man, Alistair? I am curious. I believe I heard you say you were raised in an abbey?

Alistair: I was raised in a castle. I was schooled in the abbey. As far as being religious... I don't know. Not especially. What about you? Not in your line of work, I expect.

Zevran: Why do you say that? I happen to be quite devoted, in my way, as most Antivans are.

Alistair: Truly? But you kill people. For money.

Zevran: And I ask forgiveness for my sins from the Maker every chance I get. What manner of monster do you think I am?

Alistair: But... you ask forgiveness and then you go right on with your sinning?

Zevran: The Maker has never objected. Why should you?

Alistair: I... have no idea.

Zevran: Well there you go. Perhaps you ought to think about asking for a little forgiveness yourself, hm?

Funny one.

FFS, I'm done with the Tower. :D

Erebus · Feb 21, 2010

And there was much rejoicing ! But where is our glorious dwarven jerkass going now ?

Brother None · Feb 21, 2010

So did the decision to kill 'em cost you any favor points with your followers? I sometimes find their reactions hard to gage. Morrigan's a friggin' psychopath, what the heck does she care?

Anyway, good stuff!

Volourn · Feb 21, 2010

You didn't complete Summoning Sciences. There's a part 4, but coptnray to what you think, it's not obvious.

Morrigan isn't a psychopath. There's a logical reason for her reaction at the tower. If youm don't undersatnd it, you obviously know nothing about the character.

Brother None · Feb 21, 2010

Volourn said:
Morrigan isn't a psychopath. There's a logical reason for her reaction at the tower. If youm don't undersatnd it, you obviously know nothing about the character.

She's a wildly inconsistent terribly-written character, if that's what you mean by "logical reason".

Volourn said:
Roofles bullshit, why do you lie? Morrigan is BioWares best follower ever.

Oh really? I remember quite specifically that she a) hates the circle and b) was raised killing people for fun, as a game. Does she have a reason to distrust templars? Yes, but she doesn't say that. Hell, in other portions of the game, if you're off killing people for no good reason, Morrigan - like Shale - is usually all "lulz good fun!" about it. So, inconsistent much?

Volourn said:
FFS i cant believe how ignorant you are

Ok, so explain it to me.

(skipped ahead in the conversation for brevity purposes)

Brotherman Bill · Feb 23, 2010

Volourn said:
Morrigan isn't a psychopath. There's a logical reason for her reaction at the tower. If youm don't undersatnd it, you obviously know nothing about the character.

Morrigan reminded me of teenagers on internet forums. You know, the kind that tries to earn cool points by showing how jaded and cynical and cold they are, and actually believes that the nihilist platitudes they spit out are actually original and thought-provoking philosophy.

Of c such people rarely have the intelligence to form a coherent worldview, which is why Morrigan ended up as such a poorly constructed character.

Twinkle · Feb 26, 2010

Party Camp.

Bro's going to hand over Black Grimoire to Morrigan.

Morrigan: What? You found Flemeth's grimoire?

Morrigan: Ever since we discovered the condition of the mage's tower, I had wondered if it might be recoverable... but I had yet to speak of it to you. How fortunate that you found it on your own.

Morrigan: You have my thanks. I will begin study of tome immediately.

Bro: What? Don't I even get a kiss?

Morrigan: I suppose something is deserved for all your efforts, is it not?

Alas, not that something. In related news Better Sex Cutscenes WIP doesn't support hot dwarf action. Fucking bigots

Morrigan: I do not intend to squander this opportunity to learn more than Flemeth wished me to know. This should be... interesting.

Morrigan approves +9.

Furries await.

"Random encounter" with shady dealer called Beyha Joam.

Beyha Joam: Ah, a fellow traveler of the fair lands. Are you a seeker, perchance? My packs are light, but I have a tome of strange origin: The Deus vi Eternus!

Beyha Joam: Rumored to be the last message to a sinful world from the Maker Himself.

Bro: You're a forger and liar!

Beyha Joam: Those accusations are baseless, groundless, heinous, unsupportable, insubstantial... disregardable... Oh, forget it.

Beyha Joam: Get them!

Wrong move, retardo.

End of encounter.

The Brecilian Forest.

Mithra: Stop right there, outsider. The Dalish have camped in this spot. I suggest you go elsewhere, and quickly.

Bro: I don't take kindly to threats.

Mithra: I am not threatening you; I am warning you. We have always defended ourselves, when necessary.

Bro: I could kill you without thinking about it.

Mithra: We Dalish are masterful archers. Imagine how dangerous an arrow might be if it pierced your heart, or your eye.

Mithra: But again, we feel no urge to harm you. We merely protect our own from dangerous outsiders such as yourself. Move on and there will be no need for either of us to fight.

Bro: I have business with your people.

Mithra: I find that hard to believe. What business could we Dalish possibly have with a group like yours?

Bro: (Persuade) I will tell that to your leader, and no one else.

Mithra: Seeing as you are obviously no simple trespasser, I will leave it to the keeper to decide the importance of your business.

Mithra: In the camp, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and remember that our arrows are still trained on you. Follow me.

And Bro followed.

Zathrian: Hmm. I see we have guests.

Zathrian: Who are these strangers, Mithra? I have precious little patience and less time to spend on outsiders today.

Mithra: I understand, but this one claims to have important business with our people.

Zathrian: I see. Tell me, stranger, what business could you possibly have with us? We have our own issues we must deal with, as you can see.

Bro: You'll listen to what I have to say until I'm finished, elf.

Zathrian: That is your business? To threaten us? Answer the question or you'll quickly find out exactly how hollow your threats are.

Bro: I came to recruit the aid of the Dalish.

Zathrian: And who are you to request our aid for anything? We owe service to no one.

Bro: You do indeed owe service: to me.

Zathrian: Hmm, a Grey Warden then. I suspected as much.

Zathrian: You might have simply said so to begin with. Ma serannas, Mithra, you may return to your post.

Mithra: Ma nuvenin, Keeper.

She leaves

Zathrian: Now, allow me to introduce myself. I am Zathrian, the keeper of this clan, its guide and preserver of our ancient lore. And you are?

Bro: Call me Bro.

Zathrian: If you came to bring news of the Blight in the south, it is not needed. I had already sensed its corruption.

Zathrian: I would have taken the clan north by now, had we ability to move. Sadly, as you can see, we do not.

Alistair: Yes, it seems like you have had your own troubles. What are the odds?

Zathrian: I imagine you are here regarding the treaty we signed centuries ago. Unfortunately, we may not be able to live up to the promise we made.

Zathrian: This will require some... explanation. Please follow me.

Zathrian shows the camp.

Zathrian: The clan came to the Brecilian Forest one month ago, as is our custom when we enter this part of Ferelden.

Zathrian: We are always wary of the dangers in the forest, but we did not expect the werewolves would be lying in wait for us.

Zathrian: They... ambushed us, and though we drove the beasts back, much damage was done. Many of our warriors lie dying as we speak.

Bro: Surely you must have some warriors to spare.

Zathrian: Not enough to make a difference for you and not simultaneously leave us defenseless.

Bro: There are actual werewolves in the forest?

Zathrian: There was a time in Ferelden's history when werebeasts roamed the lands in great numbers. Spirits possessed animals and turned them into horrific monsters.

Zathrian: The humans warred against and destroyed these creatures. No doubt their tales of those days grow ever more inaccurate.

Morrigan: Flemeth tells tales of such a time. Packs of possessed wolves, akin to abominations, roaming the land. It was a terrible age now long past.

Zathrian: The werebeasts are not all gone from this land, and the ones that stalk the Brecilian Forest are proof of this.

Bro: Why did these beasts attack you?

Zathrian: They are savage and unrelenting; they need no reason to attack anyone. What is curious, however, is the ambush.

Zathrian: We expect werewolves to be no more cunning than a rabid wolf. The ambush suggests a level of intelligence we've never seen before.

Bro: Maybe they aren't as unintelligent as you think.

Zathrian: I doubt that. The very curse that is in their blood fills them with an unreasoning rage that precludes any true thought.

Bro: Is there no way to help your men?

Zathrian: The affliction is a curse that runs rampant in their blood, bringing great agony and then ultimately either death or a transformation into something monstrous.

Zathrian: The only thing that could help them must come from the source of the curse itself, and that... that would be not trivial task to retrieve.

Bro: But you're going to ask me to get it anyhow, right?

Zathrian: I would not ask such a thing of anyone. You asked, did you not?

Zathrian: Within the Brecilian Forest swells a great wolf -- we call him Witherfang. It was within him that the curse originated, and through his blood that it has been spread.

Zathrian: If he is killed and his heart brought to me, perhaps I could destroy the curse, but this task has proven too dangerous for us.

Zathrian: I sent some hunters into the forest a week ago, but they have not returned. I cannot risk any more of my clan.

Bro: If I help you, what will you give me?

Zathrian: We would assist with the Blight, of course. And you would have our gratitude...

Bro: I would prefer a more substantial reward.

Zathrian: A reward, is it? Very well. We have very little of the coin your people use, but we do craft items they find valuable.

Zathrian: Return with the heart and I will give you something extra that I'm sure you will have no trouble selling. Good enough?

Bro: Your people could improve their attitude towards me.

Zathrian: This attitude has been burned into our souls after long years of slavery and oppression. It is not... personal.

Zathrian: But... (sigh) very well. I will... remind my people of the danger you will undertake on our behalf.

Bro: I'll find this Witherfang for you.

Zathrian: I must warn you that more than werewolves lurk in the Brecilian Forest. It has a history full of carnage and murder, you see.

Zathrian: Where there is so much death, the Veil separating the spirit realm from our own becomes thin, allowing spirits to possess things living or dead.

Zathrian: But if you can indeed help... then I wish you luck.

Bro: I need some equipment.

Zathrian: Then I suggest you see Master Varathorn. I will instruct him to put aside some supplies for you, the kind that the hunters use.

Bro: I should go.

Zathrian: I must return to caring for my people. Creators' speed on your way.

It may be wise to stock up now considering what's going to happen.

Varathorn: What are you doing? You've warped the wood completely? Did you leave it out in the rain?

Dalish Apprentice: No, Master Varathorn, I... I think I just used too much heat...

Varathorn: You're not smelting ore like a durgen'len! This is living wood! It requires patience and delicate hands, not more heat!

Dalish Apprentice: My actions bring me sorrow, Master Varathorn.

Varathorn: And so they should. Truly the art will be lost to us forever at this rate! Throw away your dead wood and start anew, and I shall speak to our guest.

Varathorn: Now, then. Please forgive my distraction, stranger. Is there something that you need?

Bro: I was told you could supply me with equipment.

Varathorn: Yes, yes, the keeper sent word that you might ask me for such. I took the liberty of assembling some goods that our hunters use.

Varathorn: There is a large chest by the aravel where I put everything we could spare. Feel free to sort through it and take whatever you need.

Bro: Is there any other equipment you could spare?

Varathorn: I have nothing left that the clan could spare, but... we do have goods that we were going to bring to the shemlen villages to barter with.

Bro: I would like to barter with you.

Varathorn: I am not merchant, but let us trade. Perhaps there is something here which will be of value to you.

As expected those free "supplies" are shit. As for camp sidequests - fuck them. It won't matter soon anyway. :twisted: Bro looted all chests and went deeper into the forest.

West Brecilian Forest

Wolves and werewolves attack without warning.

Firing spot mentioned in one of the favors quests in Denerim.

You need bow equipped to use it.

Firing point: (This is the spot where "D's" message needs to be sent.)

Bro: (Do nothing).

Here we go again.

Firing point: (This is the spot where "D's" message needs to be sent.)

Bro: (Fire an arrow over the trees.)

Firing point: (The message has been sent. It has not gone unnoticed.)

Suddenly band of mercenaries spawn right behind your back.

Denerim Mercenary: Right, you've made some important enemies with your little arrows. You're through!

Note on leader's body states they were sent here by a guy called Emer Thorogood.

And here they are - talking furries.

Swiftrunner: Hrrr. The watch-wolves have spoken truly, my brothers and sisters.

Swiftrunner: The Dalish send a dwarf, of all things, to put is in our place. They send a dwarf to make us pay for our attack.

Bro: I am no servant of the Dalish.

Swiftrunner: Do you take us for fools? Hrrr. We know you come from their camp outside the forest. No doubt the old keeper himself sent you.

Swiftrunner: You speak to Swiftrunner. I lead my cursed brothers and sisters. Hrrrrr. Turn back now, go back to the Dalish and tell them that you have failed.

Swiftrunner: Hrrr. Tell them we will gladly watch them suffer the same curse we have suffered for too long. We will watch them pay!

Bro: (Intimidate) Begone, beast, or suffer the consequences.

Swiftrunner: Hrrr. Very well. I will not risk throwing my people at you like unthinking brutes.

Swiftrunner: Come, brothers and sisters, let us retreat. The forest has eyes of its own, and it will deal with intruders as it always has.

Great bear - great ass.

Most of the werewolves in the forest won't parley with you and just attack on sight.

A wounded hunter lies near the river. Let us end his suffering.

Deygan: What? Who... wh-who comes?

Bro: I ask the questions here. Who are you?

Deygan: We were sent to find Witherfang... bring his heart... attacked.. I-- (He falls unconscious).

Bro: (Check the hunter's equipment.)

The hunter's armor has been all but ripped to shreds. His bow is missing, but he still possesses a blood-encrusted blade and most of his arrows.

The hunter also still possesses his boots as well as a belt pouch with various small personal items in it, including a small figurine carved from bone.

Bro: (Loot his equipment.)

You divest the body of all its undamaged equipement.

Bro: (Kill him while he is unconscious.)

There is no resistance as you cover the hunter's mouth and nose. Within a few moments, he is dead.

Bro: (Leave the body where it is.)

Don't you worry - generic evil dudes are here too.

Overly long extreme fatalities quickly get old considering that timing is critical at higher difficulty levels.

Yep, walking trees are in too.

One of mystic places of power you need to click on.

And a grave almost at the same spot. It's useless, for now.

Gravestone: (You see a tombstone before you. It gives you an uneasy feeling.)

Bro: (Leave the tombstone alone.)

Werewolves just don't get it.

There is a grove nearby full of walking trees with sleeping Grand Oak in the midddle.

Grand Oak: Hrrrrm... what manner of beast be thee that comes before this elder tree?

Wow, it's HUGE.

Bro: (Persuade) Can't you see me? I am a werewolf.

Grand Oak: Hrrrm. A were, thou say'st? How can this be? I sense no curse inside of thee. Could it be instead a lie? There is no need. Why even try?

Bro: This forest is full of dangers; that's why.

Grand Oak: It is true, thou seest it clear. There are beasts and thieves a-plenty here.

Grand Oak: Allow me a moment to welcome thee. I am called the Grand Oak, sometimes the Elder Tree.

Morrigan: It... rhymes? 'Tis a rhyming tree. One can only imagine what manner of spirit is involved here.

Grand Oak: And unless thou thinkst it far too soon, might I ask of thee a boon?

Bro: What's this boon you mentioned?

Grand Oak: I have but one desire, to solve a matter very dire: as I slept one early morn, a thief did come and steal an acorn.

Bro: And you want it back, I take it?

Grand Oak: All I have is my being, my seed. Without it I am alone indeed. I cannot go and seek it out; yet I shall die if left without.

Did they really expect me to search for fucking acorns?! FFS.

Bro: I think it's better if I just kill you. (Attack).

Warm, clean camp in the middle of nowhere with no inhabitants nearby. Not a trap, for sure...

Abandoned Camp: This campsite appears remarkably intact. The tents and bedrolls are covered with leaves, but are dry and whole.
The fire pit smokes and possesses embers enough to build into a small flame. There are no signs of any inhabitants.

Morrigan: How odd. A camp with no campers, complete with fire and warm blankets. Rather inviting, would you not say?

Bro: More suspicious than inviting.

You get no hint of danger, though it strikes you as odd that the camp is abandoned. Perhaps searching the camp will give more clues as to its nature.

Firepit: You examine the remains of the fire pit. It has been untended for several hours at most. The embers draw you in, almost hypnotizing you...

Zevran: I'm surprised that fire hasn't burnt out. We should tend it... Is there a stick about? (Yawns) I am tired...

Bro: Stay alert. This could be some kind of trap...

The flames emit a sudden warmth, draining your strength even more. You turn away, the chill seeping back into your bones. You are exhausted.

Tent: You look inside the tent and are surprised bu how dry and cozy it feels. It is clean, but empty. What a pleasant place to rest your head...

Alistair: The elven hunters didn't set this up. How strange. And yet it all just seems so... friendly. I want to do nothing but remain.

Bro: No, we can't sleep here. We need to go.

It takes all your strength to step back from the tent. A wave of weariness washes through you, despite your efforts to resist it.

Bedroll: You examine the bedroll. It looks clean and warm. You feel like you haven't slept in ages. It would be so nice to curl up and sleep...

Alistair: You know, I feel as if I could sleep for days. Do you feel it? It's... not quite right.

Bro: I feel it, too. We need to stay awake.

Bedroll: Unable to resist its strange siren call, you trudge back to the tents and quickly collapse and drift off into a blissful sleep...

Of course demon is involved - in this case Great Shade. One team member will fight him with others lying unconscious. Thankfully, no more Fade sections.

Abandoned Camp: With the shade destroyed, the fog seems to lift. The camp that was here is ancient, and the remnants of the shade's victims all lie as if sleeping still.

Morrigan: A hungry spirit luring those who pass to their rest... and their doom. One might wonder how it learned the trick. No matter. It shall prey on no one else.

That's how the "camp" really looked like. On the positive side there is a gift in the chest for certain leather fetishist.

And that's the tree Bro somehow missed.

Level is cleared.

Brotherman Bill · Feb 26, 2010

Bro: You're a forger and liar!

Beyha Joam: Those accusations are baseless, groundless, heinous, unsupportable, insubstantial... disregardable... Of, forget it.

Beyha Joam: Get them!

A completely reasonable reaction. Everybody knows that accusing street vendors of selling fake goods will make them summon a gang of 5-6 people and try to kill you.

Brother None · Feb 26, 2010

You know, seeing the Elf sequence again suddenly makes me realise: why haven't they moved on? They moved into werewolf turf, paid the price, sent out hunters but already concluded they lack the capability to defeat Witherfang, so...cut your losses and go? What the fuck are you doing waiting around for a hero to appear?

Also, the Shade camp sequence actually works on Shale. Wut. He's a golem, game.

Also yay, moar! Curious to see what choices Bro makes, though I guess you're siding with the furries.

Elzair · Mar 2, 2010

God, this game is so god damn boring! I salute you for having the patience to LP it.

Twinkle · Mar 2, 2010

East Brecilian Forest.

Same stuff - annoying wildlife just asking to be eradicated.

Werewolf that doesn't attack. WTF?

Danyla: P-please... help... listen... I am not... the mindless beast I appear to be...

Bro: You certainly look like a werewolf to me.

Danyla: I was... not always as you see. I have been cursed, turned into this... this creature... It burns in my blood!

Danyla: I... fled into the forest. The werewolves, they... took me in. But I had to return. I had to!

Alistair: Careful. These werewolves might have laid a trap for us, or something. You never know.

Danyla: You are... one of the dwarven folk. I am... was... once an elf, one of the Dalish, until my... change. Do you know of my clan?

Bro: You are a Dalish who has already become a werewolf, then?

Danyla: Yes, just scant days ago. So you know what happened to us.

Bro: I need you to answer some questions.

Danyla: No, there... is no time. Please, you must listen...

Danyla: My name is Danyla. My husband... he is called Athras. Please, you must... bring him a message.

Danyla: The scarf I wear... bring it to him. Tell him I love him. Tell him... I am dead and with the gods. I beg you...

Bro: But you are not dead.

Danyla: I will be... soon enough. I just... want him to be at peace.

Danyla: Ah, the pain! The curse... is fire in my blood! Please! End it for me! End it quickly!

Bro: Very well. I will end your pain. (Kill her)

And so the Cutscene Dagger of Instakill pierced her damned heart.

Danyla: Gods... bless you...

Surprise! Critical strike :lol:

Fighting with two ogres. They are obviously adepts of the Way of Collar Grabbing.

But even collar-grabbers are no match for mighty Brofist.

Another gravestone. This one can be activated.

Gravestone: The air seems unnaturally cold around this ancient tombstone. Runes of warding are carved into the surface.

Bro: (Disturb the wards.)

Revenant and several skeletons rise from the ground. Revenants are nasty fuckers capable of performing "force pull" trick, triple strikes and sporting high magic resistance. This revenant will drop Juggernaut boots, part of the decent heavy armor set scattered through the forest and ruins.

Moving further along the road Bro stumbles upon obviously mad hermit.

First, Bro will check strange trunk. Considering that we've already killed the Grand Oak it is of no use.

Tree Stump: (There is nothing in the trunk that appears worthy of your time.)

Now - let's talk.

Hermit: Oh dear, oh dear. Not a werewolf and not a spirit, even, what are the woods coming to?

Bro: What are you babbling on about?

Hermit: Questions, questions, always questions! They say it was questions that made me mad; will it do the same for you?

Hermit: Ask a question and you'll get a question, but give an answer and you'll receive the same! Oh, I do so love to trade!

Bro: Or I could just kill you.

Hermit: NO! That is not a question! And if it be an answer, it be an answer to a question I've not asked! Have you no sense for the rules?

Morrigan: Be cautious. This is no ordinary madman. He has magic... I can sense it. Powerful magic.

Hermit: No fair bringing mages to a guessing game! Will you play by the rules or not?

Bro: I think I'd rather just kill you. (Attack)

Magic faggotry! For once Cutscene Dagger of Instakill failed his owner.

Hermit: Aaah! Ahh! Not fair, not fair! This is completely against the rules!

Hermit: You just watch your manners! I've only so much much blood in this frail body of mine and I intend to keep it there!

Morrigan: He does not actually teleport. He uses illusions. Impressive ones, even. When his mind was intact, I suspect this mage was powerful.

Hermit: Hah! You hear that?! I intend to keep it there! So no more of your shenanigans!

Bro: Do you want me to ask another question?

Hermit: I think it is your turn to ask, is it not?

Bro: Who are you?

Hermit: Who am I? Why do you want to know? Did they send you? Did they tell you to ask?

Bro: That's a lot of questions. You'd better have some answers.

Hermit: Ahhh! Damnation! Caught by my own rules!

Hermit: Oh, oh, oh! Did they tell you pretend to be an innocent stranger, with a head full of fluff and nothing?

Hermit: I'm trickier than I look! Ha, ha! I survive still, and the trees they leave me be! Ha, ha! I've won! They will never find me! Never!

Bro: I found you.

Hermit: So you did! But I'm watching you! If they sent you, I'll know!

Hermit: But that's all I have to say about that. An answer for an answer, there you go!

Bro: Do you want to ask me another question?

Hermit: May I? Oh, yes, I think I might!

Hermit: Now, let's see. Ah yes, I know! That horrible talking oak... you were the one who killed it, weren't you?

Bro: I don't know. Is it worth a reward?

Hermit: Hmph. Let me think. There must be something you might be interested in...

Hermit: Oh, I know. Have you been to the center of the forest, yet? It's quite the sight. Grand place for a picnic.

Bro: No, I don't think so.

Hermit: It's where the wolfmen have their lair, but the trees will block the path.

Hermit: There's a way to fool the trees, of course. Trees are thick, wooden things, after all. Easily fooled if you know how.

Bro: And you know how, don't you?

Hermit: Since you've already gone and killed that nasty old oak tree -- I saw the splinters and even did a little jig to celebrate -- maybe I'll just tell you.

Hermit: The secret to getting by the trees... and listen close, now... is to make them think you're one of the wolfmen! Tee, hee, hee! Isn't that a grand idea?

Hermit: Oh, I know what you're thinking: "I'm short, and my teeth aren't nearly sharp enough for anyone to mistake me as a wolfman!" So true!

Hermit: I have the solution to that! I can make you smell like a wolfman! Enough like one to fool some stupid tree. And you only need to bring me a werewolf skin.

Bro: How about you do it now and I don't kill you?

Hermit: That's a terrible thing to say to someone you need to cast a spell on you. I could turn you into a toad? That wouldn't be comfortable.

Bro: I have a werewolf skin.

Hermit: So you have, so you have. Nice, too. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a pair of slippers? No? Well, let's see what I can do with this, then.

Hermit: And here you are... just keep it with you, and the trees will let you into the center of the forest.

Hermit: Remember: the trick will fool trees, but not anyone with a pair of eyes. And don't lose it... I might not remember that spell a second time.

Hermit: Anyhow, that's it! That's all there is! Off you go! Have fun with the wolfmen!

More trees to chop

And now we are going back to the western part of the forest to collect the second piece of armor. In seems that werewolves were respawningi n the meantime.

And here's a gravestone - fully accessible now.

Gravestone: (This is the tombstone of a Tevinter general. The epitaph makes it clear that his spirit was left to guard over something.)

Bro: (Disturb the tombstone.)

This the most challenging of all "gravestone" fights. Revenant's escort is stronger and includes mage.

Revenant is the least of our worries as Ogre Alpha is stomping the shit out of everybody.

Zevran and Morrigan are down. Alistar is getting grabbed by the collar. Game over?

Fuck no, as mighty Bro performs powerful strike, freeing Alistair from ogre's clutches.

Reward is a Juggernaut Helm from revenant's body. After grabbing it, Bro cleansed that part of the forest from remaining darkspawn.

East Brecilian Forest. "Impenetrable" barrier is just a small foggy area. :lol:

Oh, you again.

Swiftrunner: The forest has not been vigilant enough. Still you come.

Swiftrunner: You are stronger than we could have anticipated. The Dalish chose well. But you do not belong here, outsider. Leave this place!

This coward doesn't have furry balls big enough to face me alone.

Bro: I'm not going anywhere without Witherfang's heart.

Swiftrunner: Hrrr. You are sent by the treacherous Dalish to kill Witherfang! I will not stand by and allow that to happen!

Bro: Then come and fight or get out of my way!

Swiftrunner: (Howls) Then we fight! With our blood and our very lives we will defend our home!

When Swiftrunner is on a brink of collapse giant white wolf appears and knocks Bro down.

Furries run away tails ablaze.

Last gravestone in the forest area.

Gravestone: (Familiar warding runes are carved into this tombstone.)

Bro: (Disturb the wards.)

This fight with Revenant and co. is a walk in a park compared to previous one. Bro acquires Juggernaut gloves from the body.

Another barking cowardly dog with overgrown ego.

Gatekeeper: We are invaded! Intruders have deceived their way into the forest's heart! Fall back to the ruins! Protect the Lady!

He runs away.

End of the level

Azira · Mar 2, 2010

I enjoy this, but we really need a new page. This one's taking a while to load..

Erebus · Mar 2, 2010

Waitwaitwaitwaitwait ! Is killing someone who ask you to do so really the right... err, the wrong thing to do ? That's a serious philosophical question right here !

Anyway, is it still possible to side with the werewolves or is it too late for that now ?

Brother None · Mar 2, 2010

Boring. Banal. Roofles. FFS

Azira said:
I enjoy this, but we really need a new page. This one's taking a while to load..

True.

More Bronage!

Azira · Mar 2, 2010

Pageturn! :arrow:

Azira · Mar 2, 2010

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Azira · Mar 2, 2010

Apparently I can't count.

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

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

Alistair

Loghain

Liturgist

Prophet

Arcane

Arcane

Prophet

inXile Entertainment

Prophet

inXile Entertainment

Liturgist

Arcane

inXile Entertainment

Pretty Princess

inXile Entertainment

Arcane

Liturgist

Arcane

inXile Entertainment

Cipher

Liturgist

Arcane

Arcane

inXile Entertainment

Arcane

Arcane

Arcane