The Dead Trenches
A cutscene plays. I see the future... It is blurry animated texture in the background.
OMG, big boss is here! The endgame is nigh!
COME, BITCH! I'M TIRED OF THIS SLOGGING THROUGH THIS SHITHOLE! YOU WANNA FIGHT???!!! YOU"LL GET A FIGHT!!! COME ON!!!
The Archdemon flies away.
Either I'm really good at intimidation or storyline is just a piece of
Wow, someone besides me still have ballz big enough to fight the darkspawn? Respect.
Kardol: Atrast vala, Grey Warden. I've never seen one of your kind in the Deep Roads.
Bro: That's the warmest greeting I've had since returning.
Kardol: Your past means nothing to the Legion of the Dead.
Kardol: Our oath ignores caste, family, history. It lets us act without distraction. Despite what we might have thought of you in life.
Kardol: What do you want here, warden?
Bro: I am Bro, and I'm looking for allies.
Kardol: The darkspawn squat in our tunnels between Blights. Why would you pull us away from our defense? Give me a good dwarven reason.
Bro: I need to find Paragon Branka.
Kardol: Who put this dull idea in your head? We've got others things to worry about in Orzammar... ah, now I see.
Kardol: The deep lords in the Assembly can't make up their minds, so the pretenders need added influence. I get that right?
Bro: That's about it. You have anything useful to add?
Kardol: Warden, you've got your work cut out for you. Paragon Branka is dead, everyone with sense knows it. Past our line, the darkspawn kill everything.
Bro: Then move your line.
Kardol: I'd gladly lead an assault through the Dead Trenches, but without an ass in the throne, we have no orders. I won't take fool's gold from a pretender.
Kardol: You want to go digging blind, you go right ahead.
Bro: I'm leaving.
Kardol: Let us know if you find any Paragons. You're as likely to find a dozen as one.
Kardol: And Warden, watch yourself. Drunks make poor allies.
The bridge is wiped out.
Ha-ha, multiple archers in the line? Commencing Rock Barrage.
TARGET... LOCKED.
CALCULATING IMPACT... DONE.
STRIKE IN 3, 2, 1...
ERROR! PATCH 1.03 DETECTED. ABORTING OPERATION.
Screw that, retreat. Let the Legion do their job.
Parabolic trajectory works OK, though.
Darkspawn archers try to lure us.
Whatever, now some grave cleaning.
Looting coffin to get Gloves of the Legion
Spiders and darkspawn overwhelmed my party
Bro alone had to beat the opposition.
The last part of Topsider's sword is on the body of this sucker.
Slaying Forgemaster can be very difficult if you just rush. However, it's possible to just lure him out and then you'll have no problems.
Scripted ambushes with mobs spawning out of the thin air quickly get old. Try some new trick, BioWare.
Bro checked the map and discovered he had missed one tomb with part of the armor of the legion. Backtracking.
Boots of the Legion
Here we go again.
Armor of the Legion.
We hear female voice reciting dumb chant over and over.
"First day, they come and catch everyone.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Third day, the men are all gnawed on again.
Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.
Fifth day, they return and it's another girl's turn.
Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams.
Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew.
Eighth day, we hated as she is violated.
Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin.
Now she does feast, as she's become the beast."
There is small cave north of this corridor with two darkspawn mages. Heck, dealing was them was hard.
Here's the source.
Hespith: What is this? Someone new? Impossible.
Bro: Examine her closely.
Hespith: She appears to be suffering from a high fever. Her skin is pale and she is covered in dark blotches.
Hespith: First day, they come and catch everyone.
Bro: What is that chant?
Hespith: It's what I've seen. What I will become. I force it into verse so it is fantasy, unreal.
Hespith: That's the only place I can hide, because they make me... they make me eat. And then...
Hespith: All I could do was wish Laryn went first. I wished it upon her so that I would be spared.
Hespith: But I had to watch. I had to see the change. How do you endure that? How did Branka endure?
Bro: Branka! Where is she?
Hespith: D-do not talk of Branka, of what she did. Ancestors preserve us, forgive me. I was her captain and I didn't stop her.
Hespith: Her lover, and I could not turn her. Forgive her... but no, she cannot be forgiven. Not for what she did. Not for what she has become.
Bro: A lover in the dark. No wonder she left Oghren.
Oghren: This explains a lot. Of course, if I knew she had those interests, I could've made some adjustments!
Hespith: There is too much darkness here. The Anvil, it is in the darkness, surrounded by it, pulling Branka in.
Hespith: No... I swore not to speak of it, not to think of it. La-la-la-la-la. I will not hear any more about Branka.
Bro: I can end this. Tell me what I need to know!
Hespith: End this? I am full of them, only a step from Laryn! I dream I am away, but real safety... that means accepting, and I will not!
Hespith: I will not become what I have seen! Not Laryn! Not Branka!
She vanishes.
Protip: lesbians are dangerous.
Two ogres. One fate.
The final piece of Legion's armor.
Suddenly spirits go all butthurt but who cares.
Heh, underground orcs are major pervs.
There is a trinket in the marked coffin. I don't care what it is, but if the game marks it as important I'll take it.
Boobies!
Yummy. Though, why no nipples? This game isn't as mature as tWitcher.
Wow, tentacles full of spunk?
My tactics are simple - shoot the meatbag.
She summons minions from time to time for distraction.
Tentacles are cut down.
Finish!
Ah, not you again!
Hespith: That's where they come from. That's why they hate us... that's why they need us. That's why they take us... that's why they feed us.
Hespith: But the true abomination... is not that it occurred, but that it was allowed. Branka... my love...
Hespith: The Stone has punished me, dream-friend. I am dying of something worse than death.
Hespith: Betrayal.
Unbelievable, I've made it through.