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

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

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Twinkle

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How Oghren knows about their former romance is beyond me.

Speaking of which: I didn't bother to talk to Zevran. The game probably still considers this romance "active".

Ortan Thaig.

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Oghren: By the tits of my ancestors, Ortan Thaig. I never thought I'd see this place in the flesh.

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Oghren: I can see Branka all over this place. She always took chips from the walls at regular intervals when she was in a new tunnel -- check their composition.

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Oghren: If she was still here, though, she'd have sentries out by now.

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Bro: What if Branka and everyone died?

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Oghren: Well, aren't you a sodding bright spot today? If everyone's dead, there'd be evidence of a major battle, wouldn't there?

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Oghren: Three hundreds or so dwarves don't just fade away.

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Bro: Let's get going.

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Oghren: Couldn't have said it better myself.

Oghren disapproves -3.


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Shale: The drunken dwarf fights... reasonably well.

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Oghren: You don't have to make it sound like you're passing a stone to admit it.

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Shale: It is not physically weak. Or entirely inept. In combat.

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Oghren: You looking to borrow money, or something?

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Shale: I am saying that there are worse things than being forced to fight at
its side.

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Oghren: Good to know. Should I drop my trousers now? Or are you done?

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Shale: Done. Very done.


This location breaks a bit from an usual tripe as you can often see critters fighting with each other just as they should.

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Without clicking on this coffin "An admirable topsider" quest can't be properly finished, regardless of it containing nothing valuable.

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Another thing I liked is that spiders try to lure you into ambush.

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New types of enemies - spirits of the fallen dwarves and still functioning golems.

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That's the guy the praying mother was looking for. How did he survive?

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Ruck: There's nothing for you here! It's mine! I've claimed it!

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Bro: And how do you propose to eject me?

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Ruck: The crawlers will take you away, oh yes! Soon, you'll be gone like all the others!

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Oghren: Bah! He's a bloody scavenger, good as sodding gone.

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Ruck: Begone, you! You'll bring the dark ones back, you will! They'll crunch your ones!

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Oghren: Word has it you can only survive down here by eating the darkspawn dead.

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Bro: Darkspawn blood is poison. Men have died from drinking it.

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Ruck: It burns when it goes down. It burns!

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Ruck: It's my claim, not yours! Crunch your bones!


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The documents for that whiny bitch at the archives.

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Ah, faggot, you aren't going anywhere.

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Ruck: Go away! This is mine! Only I gets to plunder its riches!

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Bro: Its riches! That's a laugh.

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Ruck: How dare you laugh! I'm the one who found it. I drove out the crawlers. It's mine!

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Bro: I'm putting you out of your misery. (Kill him.)

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Ruck: I will drive you out! Drive you out, just like the crawlers! It's all mine!


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Another part of Topsider's Sword is here.

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Oghren: Looks like that bone-picker is living in Branka's old camp.

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Oghren: Did you see the marks on the floor? There were a lot of people and fires there once.

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Oghren: Now I know she's not here anymore. She'd never have let something like that sleep in the same spot she did.


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Mystical Site of Power and the Altar of Sundering are at the same spot.

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Altar of Sundering: The altar in front of you, though broken, tingles with energy.

Bro: Place the body parts on the altar.

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Fade Beast: You have restored that which was cut asunder, and revealed my hiding place. Speak your intention. Seek you vengeance or reward?

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Bro: You are free, creature. Reward me.

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Fade Beast: So be it. You are rewarded, and I shall toy with this realm another day.


25 sovereigns. Not too shabby.

Battle for bridges.

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Spiders try to lure us in a trap again. It's inevitable - this section is totally linear.

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And here they are.

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Boss battle with spider queen. It's really difficult as she casts spit and webs without interruption and can overwhelm you which can effectively kill you in a single strike. Besides, she summons standard spiders from time to time which try to slow you down with webs.

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Fuck yeah

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With all obstacles removed Bro finally has a chance to read Branka's journal.

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Branka's Journal: This looks like someone's journal. The cover is battered and torn, but intact. As you leaf through the dessicated pages, the text catches your eye.

"We found evidence today that the Anvil of the Void was not built in the Ortan Thaig. We will go south, to the Dead Trenches. The Anvil is somewhere beyond."

"My soldiers tell me I am mad, that the Dead Trenches are crawling with darkspawn, that we will surely die before we find the Anvil... If we find it."

"I leave this here in case they're right. If I die in the Trenches, perhaps someone can yet walk past my corpse and retrieve the Anvil."

"For if it remains lost, so do we all."

"If I have not returned and Oghren yet lives, tell him... No, what I have to say should be for his ears alone."

"This is my farewell."


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Oghren: Branka was thinking about me! I knew she still cared! Old softy.

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Oghren: Looks like the Dead Trenches is our next stop, then.

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Oghren: They say the darkspawn nest there, whole horde of 'em. But if that's where Branka went, then that's where I'm going.


Poor idiot, major disappointment awaits him.

And so we headed towards the Dead Trenches.

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Twinkle

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The Dead Trenches

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A cutscene plays. I see the future... It is blurry animated texture in the background.

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OMG, big boss is here! The endgame is nigh!

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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.

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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.

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Kardol: Atrast vala, Grey Warden. I've never seen one of your kind in the Deep Roads.

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Bro: That's the warmest greeting I've had since returning.

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Kardol: Your past means nothing to the Legion of the Dead.

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Kardol: Our oath ignores caste, family, history. It lets us act without distraction. Despite what we might have thought of you in life.

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Kardol: What do you want here, warden?

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Bro: I am Bro, and I'm looking for allies.

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Kardol: The darkspawn squat in our tunnels between Blights. Why would you pull us away from our defense? Give me a good dwarven reason.

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Bro: I need to find Paragon Branka.

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Kardol: Who put this dull idea in your head? We've got others things to worry about in Orzammar... ah, now I see.

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Kardol: The deep lords in the Assembly can't make up their minds, so the pretenders need added influence. I get that right?

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Bro: That's about it. You have anything useful to add?

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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.

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Bro: Then move your line.

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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.

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Kardol: You want to go digging blind, you go right ahead.

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Bro: I'm leaving.

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Kardol: Let us know if you find any Paragons. You're as likely to find a dozen as one.

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Kardol: And Warden, watch yourself. Drunks make poor allies.


The bridge is wiped out.

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Ha-ha, multiple archers in the line? Commencing Rock Barrage.

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TARGET... LOCKED.
CALCULATING IMPACT... DONE.
STRIKE IN 3, 2, 1...
ERROR! PATCH 1.03 DETECTED. ABORTING OPERATION.

:rage:

Screw that, retreat. Let the Legion do their job.

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Parabolic trajectory works OK, though.

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Darkspawn archers try to lure us.

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Whatever, now some grave cleaning.

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Looting coffin to get Gloves of the Legion

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Spiders and darkspawn overwhelmed my party

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Bro alone had to beat the opposition.

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The last part of Topsider's sword is on the body of this sucker.

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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.

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Scripted ambushes with mobs spawning out of the thin air quickly get old. Try some new trick, BioWare.

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Bro checked the map and discovered he had missed one tomb with part of the armor of the legion. Backtracking.

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Boots of the Legion

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Here we go again.

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Armor of the Legion.

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We hear female voice reciting dumb chant over and over.

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"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.

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Here's the source.

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Hespith: What is this? Someone new? Impossible.

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Bro: Examine her closely.

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Hespith: She appears to be suffering from a high fever. Her skin is pale and she is covered in dark blotches.

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Hespith: First day, they come and catch everyone.

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Bro: What is that chant?

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Hespith: It's what I've seen. What I will become. I force it into verse so it is fantasy, unreal.

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Hespith: That's the only place I can hide, because they make me... they make me eat. And then...

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Hespith: All I could do was wish Laryn went first. I wished it upon her so that I would be spared.

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Hespith: But I had to watch. I had to see the change. How do you endure that? How did Branka endure?

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Bro: Branka! Where is she?

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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.

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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.

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Bro: A lover in the dark. No wonder she left Oghren.

:oops: :lol:

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Oghren: This explains a lot. Of course, if I knew she had those interests, I could've made some adjustments!

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Hespith: There is too much darkness here. The Anvil, it is in the darkness, surrounded by it, pulling Branka in.

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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.

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Bro: I can end this. Tell me what I need to know!

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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!

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Hespith: I will not become what I have seen! Not Laryn! Not Branka!

She vanishes.


Protip: lesbians are dangerous.

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Two ogres. One fate.

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The final piece of Legion's armor.

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Suddenly spirits go all butthurt but who cares.

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Heh, underground orcs are major pervs. :)

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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.

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Boobies! :) Yummy. Though, why no nipples? This game isn't as mature as tWitcher.

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Wow, tentacles full of spunk?

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My tactics are simple - shoot the meatbag.

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She summons minions from time to time for distraction.

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Tentacles are cut down.

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Finish!

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Ah, not you again!

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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.

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Hespith: But the true abomination... is not that it occurred, but that it was allowed. Branka... my love...

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Hespith: The Stone has punished me, dream-friend. I am dying of something worse than death.

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Hespith: Betrayal.


Unbelievable, I've made it through.

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Radisshu

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Damn, playing this game looks like a chore. Though I guess the Broodmother thing was alright, I kind of like bizarre tentacle monsters.
 

Sceptic

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Twinkle said:
TARGET... LOCKED.
CALCULATING IMPACT... DONE.
STRIKE IN 3, 2, 1...
ERROR! PATCH 1.03 DETECTED. ABORTING OPERATION.
What the fuck was that about? Please don't tell me they nerfed all of Shale's abilities in the patch.
 

Brother None

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Radisshu said:
Damn, playing this game looks like a chore. Though I guess the Broodmother thing was alright, I kind of like bizarre tentacle monsters.

Broodmother isn't a bad fight, but it's not very creative.

I do like the Deep Roads storyline that follows (that we'll see in the next updates), the whole Brood Mother corruption shit is boring banal bullshit.
 

Twinkle

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What the fuck was that about? Please don't tell me they nerfed all of Shale's abilities in the patch.

Rock barrage simply doesn't work. This is new shit(tm).

Anvil of the Void.

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I've found her!

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Oghren: What was that?

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Branka: Let me be blunt with you. After all this time, my tolerance for social graces is fairly limited. That doesn't bother you, I hope.

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Oghren: Shave my back and call me an elf! Branka? By the Stone, I barely recognized you!

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Branka: Oghren. It figures you'd eventually find your way here. Hopefully, you can find your way back more easily.

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Branka: And how shall I address you? Hired sword of the latest lordling to come looking for me? Or just the only one who didn't mind Oghren's ale-breath?

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Oghren: Be respectful, woman! You're talking to a Grey Warden!

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Branka: Ah, so an important errand boy, then. I suppose something serious has happened. Is Endrin dead? That seems most likely. He was on the old and wheezy side.

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Bro: Show respect! You speak of my father!

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Branka: And not saying anything untrue. But if he's dead, I'm sorry. He was as competent a king as we could expect.

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Branka: You are... seeking my support? You wish to succeed Endrin and become king yourself?

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Branka: I don't care if the Assembly puts a drunken monkey on the throne.

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Branka: Because our protector, our great invention, the thing that once made our armies the envy of the world, is lost to the very darkspawn it should be fighting.

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Branka: The Anvil of the Void. The means by which the ancients forged their army of golems and held off the first archdemon ever to rise. It's here. So close I can taste it.

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Bro: But of course there is a catch.

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Branka: The Anvil lies on the other side of a gauntlet of traps designed by Caridin himself. My people and I have given body and soul to unlocking its secrets.

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Branka: This is what's important. This has lasting meaning. If I succeed, the dwarven people benefit. Kings, politics... all that is transitory.

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Branka: I've given up everything and would sacrifice anything to get the Anvil of the Void.

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Bro: Does that include Hespith and the others of your house?

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Branka: Enough questions!

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Branka: If you wish me to get involved with this imbecilic election, I must first have the Anvil.

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Branka: There is only one way out, Warden. Forward. Through Caridin's maze and out to where the Anvil waits.

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Oghren: What has this place done to you?! I remember marrying a girl you could talk to for one minute and see her brilliance.

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Branka: I am your Paragon.


The way back is walled off.

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Branka offers some explanations while you're fighting the darkspawn.

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Branka: I needed people to test Caridin's traps. There is no way to break through except by trial and error. I sent them in...

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Branka: They were all mine, pledged to be my house, and they didn't want to help. They tried to leave me, even my Hespith...

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Branka: But even she couldn't understand that when you reach for greatness, there are sacrifices. As many sacrifices as are needed.


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Branka: She shouldn't have gone. She was pledged to me. She swore she'd do whatever it took to find the Anvil.

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Branka: There was no other choice. Most of them were dying of the taint already, but some... some of the women were... transforming.

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Branka: I knew what they would become. There would be an endless supply, fresh darkspawn to test the traps. They could still serve me, let me find the Anvil. It was the only way...


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Branka: You have no idea how they carried on, holding my hand and begging to die. They had pledged me their loyalty! They had no right to fight me.

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Branka: They say your order is renowned for its wits as well as its brawn. Perhaps you'll do better than my poor clansmen.

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Branka: There's something about this place... It makes people despair.


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The first "trap" - a room filled with gas with golems guarding it.

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Bro lured them one by one and destroyed.

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You need to *gasp* close valves to stop the gas. How is that supposed-to-be genius Paragon couldn't have figured it out???

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The second test room is filled with golems attacking in pairs.

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And the last puzzle - magic pillar.

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The principle is simple - this pillar spawns four spirits in certain intervals. Destroy the spirit...

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...the Anvil becomes active.

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...click

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Repeat four times.

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The second part is a bit more tricky, because the pillar starts throwing bolts of blood magic at the party if you come too close. The solution is simple - provoke spirits to attack you by shooting them.

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Repeat the same thing four times.

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Win. On a positive side destroying the pillar heals all wounds which is very handy here.

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That's the goal of our underground crawl.

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Caridin: My name is Caridin. Once, longer ago than I care to think, I was a Paragon to the dwarves of Orzammar.

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Shale: Caridin? The Paragon smith? Alive?

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Caridin: Ah, there is a voice I recognize. Shayle of the House of Cadash, step forward.

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Shale: You... know my name? Is it you that forged me, then? Is it you that gave me my name?

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Caridin: Have you forgotten, then? (Sigh) It has been so long.

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Caridin: I made you into the golem you are now, Shayle, but before that you were a dwarf... just as I was. The finest warrior to serve King Valtor, and the only woman to volunteer.

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Shale: The only... woman? A dwarf?

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Caridin: I laid you on the Anvil of the Void, here in this very room, and put you into the form you now possess.

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Shale: The Anvil of the Void... that is what we seek.

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Caridin: If you seek the Anvil, then you must care about my story, or be doomed to relive it.

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Bro: Spare me, I need the Anvil to bargain with Branka.

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Caridin: But she does not understand its danger. If the Anvil is not destroyed, you condemn hundreds of living souls to continue in agony for another thousand years.

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Caridin: No mere smith, however skilled, has the power to create life. To make my golems live, I had to take their lives from elsewhere.

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Bro: Ten feet tall and invulnerable? I can think of worse fates.

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Caridin: It was an option I could offer warriors who would volunteer to defend their homeland. And some took it.

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Caridin: But King Valtor became greedy. He began to force men... casteless and criminals... his political enemies... all of them were to be given to the anvil.

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Caridin: It took feeling the hammer's blow myself to realize the height of my crimes.

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Bro: Sounds like you earned this.

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Caridin: Aye. Trapped forever in my own creation. A fitting punishment, I suppose.

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Caridin: My apprentices knew enough to make me as I am, but not enough to fashion a control rod. I retained my mind.

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Caridin: You were amongst the most loyal, Shayle. You remained at my side throughout, and at the end I sent you away out of mercy.

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Shale: I... do not remember.

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Caridin: We have remained entombed here ever since, and I have sought a way to destroy the Anvil. Alas, I cannot do it myself. No golem can touch it.

Branka bursts into the hall.

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Branka: No! The Anvil is mine! No one will take it from me!

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Caridin: Shayle... you fought to destroy the Anvil once! Do not allow it to fall into unthinking hands again!

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Shale: You speak of things I do not remember. You say we fought... did you use our control rods to command us to do so?

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Caridin: I destroyed the rods! Perhaps my apprentices eventually learned to replace the rods, I do not know, but if so, then all they need is the Anvil to make all slaves they need!

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Caridin: You! Please... help me destroy the Anvil! Do not let it enslave more souls than it already has!

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Bro: Why should I let your guilt inconvenience me?

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Caridin: How would you feel to know you've been torn from all the spirits that had come before you, that you would never rest with the ancestors?

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Branka: Why are you listening? We had an agreement. I'm the one you came here to find, not him!

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Oghren: Branka, you mad, bleeding nug-tail. Does this thing mean so much to you that you can't even see what you've lost to get it?

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Branka: Look around. Is this what our empire should look like? A crumbling tunnel filled with darkspawn spume? The Anvil will let us take back our glory!

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Bro: You're right. It's too powerful not to keep.

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Caridin: No! I cannot allow you to do this. To me, golems! Defend the Anvil, whatever the cost!

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Shale: I cannot be party to this. Caridin, I am yours to command.

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Zevran approves +4


Die, traitorous scum!

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You have two Branka-controlled golems at your side, the others belong to Caridin. It may be wise to help the frendlies first.

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Caridin is alone and stands no chance. It should be noted, however, that he can heal from lyrium veins nearby unlike dwarves.

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A small distraction before we talk to Branka.

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Golem Registry: You see a large stone tablet, chipped with age, with a great number of dwarven runes carved into its surface.

Bro: Examine the tablet more closely.

Golem Registry: The writing is in dwarven and appears to be a long list of names, each with the stamp of their house next to them. You recognize few of the house names.

At the bottom of the list are the words "We honor those who have made this sacrifice, let their names be remembered."

The carvings are still deep enough that a tracing could be taken, allowing the information to be carried elsewhere.

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Bro: Oghren, what is this? Can you tell?

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Oghren: Huh. Names. A long list of dwarves. Err... hold on... "We honor those who have made this sacrifice; let their names be remembered."

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Oghren: Fart me a lullaby! It's a memorial... of all the dwarves who became golems! Has to be!

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Oghren: If there was some way of getting this back to the Shaperate in Orzammar, I'd bet they'd brown their trousers! And pay good gold for it. Probably both.

Bro: Take a tracing of the tablet.

The ancient runes are traces into a stack of papers, which you store in your pack.


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Branka: Here it is, the Anvil of the Void. So sweet, such power!

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Oghren: You found the Anvil. Are you happy now? Maybe we could go back to Orzammar, share the good news.

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Branka: Look at it. It was worth it. All of it. The Anvil is everything I thought it would be.

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Oghren: Aye, I should have known. I thought that once you had the Anvil you'd be satisfied...

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Branka: Perhaps I could use it now... a reward for defeating Caridin. You wanted a crown, no? Or have you set your sights higher than the petty kings of Orzammar?

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Bro: Sure. Make me a golem; I volunteer Oghren's soul.

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Branka: Believe me, I appreciate the thought, but it will take me a while to master all the techniques without Caridin's example. Why don't we go with the crown for now?

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Branka: There it is. An ugly lump of hot metal to go over a couple of empty heads.

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Branka: Now leave. It will take me some time to fully realize the mysteries here.

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Bro: Just remember to keep your end of the bargain.

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Branka: Once Orzammar settles on its petty king, have him send for me.

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Branka: When next you lead your armies against the archdemon, they will be shielded by a tide of steel men.

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Oghren: I hope this makes you happy, Branka. I don't think you understand what it cost to get you here.

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Branka: Oh, stuff a rag in it, Oghren. Move on! Find a few whores. Sodding stone, I never thought you'd be the pining type.

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Branka: Now begone.

Oghren disapproves -13


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lightbane

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I like how Oghren contradicts himself first blaming the bitch of the attrocities she did to get close to the Anvil, and then later he doesn't mind even when you mention sacrificing him to create a golem.

And a suposed Parangon of the Dwarves was unable to solve some easy puzzles? It hints a lot of an allegory to mainstream retardo- casual players.
 

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As far as consequences are concerned, what are the differences between siding for Branka and siding against her ?
 

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Erebus said:
As far as consequences are concerned, what are the differences between siding for Branka and siding against her ?

You get golems or dwarfs to fight alongside you. Also Shale no likey, if he's there.

Not much else.

I still like the plot there.
 

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Brother None said:
You get golems or dwarfs to fight alongside you.

Thanks for the info. I guess that's logical for balance's sake, but it doesn't seem to make much sense story-wise.
 

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can you skip all this bullshittery and go fight the archdemon alone?

No. It's even more retarded considering that support troops are borderline useless.

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Oghren: I guess you both got what you wanted. Hope it was worth the cost.

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Oghren: We should get back to the city now. Share the news.

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Bro: Let's go while a new king can still be of use to me.

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Oghren: Eh. Those deshyrs have been trying to destroy the city for years. Haven't managed yet.


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Assembly Steward Bandelor: Lords of the Assembly, I call for order! This argument gets us nowhere!

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Prince Bhelen: Then why those delaying tactics? I call for a vote right now. My father has one living child to assume the Aeducan throne. Who would deny him that?

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Harrowmont: Your father made me swear on his deathbed you would not succeed him.

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Mines Commander: I apologize for the interruption, Lord Steward, but the Grey Warden has returned.

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Harrowmont: We should let the Warden speak. What news do you bring?

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Bro: Paragon Branka is alive, and she has chosen her king.

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Oghren: Branka still lives, though she's as mad as a nug at a tanner's shop. She finally found the Anvil of the Void and chose to stay in the Deep to work it.

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Oghren: She tasked this Grey Warden to give her crown to Orzammar's next king, chosen by the ancestors as the first in a millenium to lead a golem army against a Blight.

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Prince Bhelen: And we are supposed to trust this, the word of a drunken sot and a murdering exile known to be in Harrowmont's pocket?

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Assembly Steward Bandelor: Silence!

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Assembly Steward Bandelor: Then tell us, Grey Warden, which king did Paragon Branka endorse?

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Bro: She wished me to give the crown to whomever I chose.

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Prince Bhelen: Why would a Paragon entrust an exile and a murderer with such a weighty decision? This is utterly ridiculous!

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Assembly Steward Bandelor: We've argued in these chambers for too long. The will of the Paragon is that the Grey Warden decide.


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Fuck the lack of only and proper choice. :x

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Bro: I would grant the crown to Harrowmont.

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Harrowmont: I appreciate your forthrightness, Warden. You have acted with grace through this entire torturous process.

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Assembly Steward Bandelor: Let the Memories find you worthy, first amidst the lords of the houses, the king of Orzammar.

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Prince Bhelen: I will not abide by this!

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Deshyr: The ancestors have spoken!

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Bro: Stand down, Bhelen. You've lost.

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Prince Bhelen: You turned your back on Orzammar when you killed our brother!

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Deshyr: Watch out! They brought weapons!

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King Pyral Harrowmont: Guards!


The revenge is lame and unsatisfying. You kill Bhelen just like generic mob.

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King Pyral Harrowmont: I admit, I did not think even Bhelen would defy the word of a Paragon. Nor that so many would follow him.

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King Pyral Harrowmont: But most of Orzammar has seen him for what he really is, and I trust we will bring this insurgency under control.

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Bro: As long as it doesn't interfere with getting me my troops.

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King Pyral Harrowmont: More than for my crown, I thank you for aiding Branka's recovery of our greatest treasure. With the Anvil in our hands, I need risk no dwarven lives to counter this Blight.

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King Pyral Harrowmont: I will send Branka whatever she needs to forge a golem army. When you face the archdemon, Warden, it will be with stone giants at your back, not mere men.

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King Pyral Harrowmont: Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get to the palace and set our plans in motion.

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Bro: And my son? He will be cared for?

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King Pyral Harrowmont: Tell your lover to bring me the child and they will both have a place in House Harrowmont.

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King Pyral Harrowmont: It is the least I can do for your father's grandson.

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King Pyral Harrowmont: This is the staff I carried as King Endrin's second. Take it as a reminder of your place in Orzammar.

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King Pyral Harrowmont: I wish you luck against the Blight, Warden. May we foster another four centuries of peace.


Congratulations are in order.

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Kardol: If I'd heard it second hand I'd have called it a sodding lie. Warden, we've got a king because of you.

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Kardol: The rest, impressive, but the Legion is grateful most for restored leadership. It frees us to fight to the darkspawn properly.

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Bro: Can I count on you to fight the Blight at my side?

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Kardol: You'll have us. It's time the surfacers saw the good the Stone can unleash.

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Kardol: Back to Orzammar when we win, though. I'll not stay topside to lose my stone sense.


Interesting that you don't have to persuade him playing as dwarf.

It's time to close remaining Orzammar quests.

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Orta: I-I started to worry. I didn't know if you were ever coming back. Did you find any records? Any sign of the old Ortan Thaig?

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Bro: I have the records right here.

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Orta: You... you found them?! Let me see...

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Orta: I have to take these to the Assembly right away! Find me there. Once these are acknowledged, I'll give you my reward!


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Shaper: Impressive work, Warden. King Harrowmont's impending coronation has been entered into the Memories.

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Shaper: Is there something more I can help you with?

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Bro: I have some tracings you might be interested in.

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Shaper: What's this? A list of names... Most of these clans no longer even exist! Is this authentic?

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Oghren: You bet your hairy arse it is! Taken from a tablet in Caridin's fortress, no less!

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Shaper: Then... is it true? The rumors of Caridin's so-called volunteers? Extraordinary!

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Shaper: I would love to make a copy of this. The Shaperate has never had much information on Caridin and his golems, much less proof of this magnitude!

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Shaper: Warden, I hope this artifact from our archives will suffice as a reward... I must inform the Shaperate at once!


Another thing to do in Shaperate - adding info about members of the Dead Caste to the Memories.

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Orta: My name's Orta. After the old Ortan House.

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Orta: They gave our seat back, and the records show which houses still owe House Ortan money.

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Orta: One day, I will be able to properly thank you for all you've done for me.

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Bro: Any money you could spare would help.

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Orta: And I don't know what treasure is left, but whatever I get, you can have as much as you want.

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Orta: I'll have to find someone willing to look, maybe a whole expedition. If the thaig is still there, it must have something!

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Orta: House Ortan will not forget this kindness.

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Orta: Oooh. Didn't that sound official?


Only five 5gp for all the effort?!

Wow, the stream of witty humor never stops.

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Mardy: I have heard nothing from House Aeducan. Please don't forget us, my lord.

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Bro: Lord Harrowmont has accepted you both into his house.

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Mardy: House Harrowmont... I never realized you were changing houses, my lord. But still... it's a noble lineage...

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Mardy: ...and the current kingly line!

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Mardy: Thank you, my lord. I will take him to Harrowmont's estate. I can't wait for a proper bath!

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Mardy: My lord, perhaps you would like to... give the boy a name. I wanted his father to have this honor.

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Bro: Name him after me.

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Mardy: Then no one will ever forget you.


So, I've clicked on all papers lying on Orzammar's floors and now I have to access to Assembly's cache containing powerful "Key to the City" ring. However, our backpacks are full of useless junk and it's necessary to dump it in the nearest store.

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Garin: Greetings and welcome to Garin Garinson's Luxury Goods Shoppe.

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Garin: Wow, there are a lot of you. And I've never seen one of those before. The things they come up with...

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Garin: What was I saying?

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Bro: Nothing relevant.

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Garin: Oh, I-I-I was hoping you w-w-wouldn't notice. Most people don't anymore, or maybe they're too polite to mention it.

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Garin: I had a little incident a few years back. Too much time with the raw lyrium ore, you know? Maybe it was a bad vein.

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Garin: I uh, I cut myself, and the dust got straight in the blood. Since then, it's been a little hard for me to concentrate.

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Garin: Except when forging. Then I'm straight as an arrow, best work you've ever seen. L-l-look around the shop. See for yourself.

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Bro: Thanks. I will.


The cache containing "+2 to all attributes" ring.

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Some people can't handle the truth.

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Filda: You've returned!

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Filda: With all the excitement over the new king, I never expected you to remember my poor son.

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Filda: Did you learn anything about my Ruck?

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Bro: Lady, your son is a dung-eating lunatic.

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Filda: Crazy? Oh, ancestors save him. I've heard of this: lost soldiers turning on each other, eating darkspawn flesh.

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Filda: Is that what happened to my boy? Why didn't you bring him home?

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Bro: Trust me. He's too far gone to help. Forget him.

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Filda: I have to go to him. He needs me. Oh, he must be so frightened out there. So lonely.

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Filda: I thank you for what you've done, even if you couldn't be bothered with more.

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Filda: Take this. It's my husband's masterwork, the first shield he smithed. I was saving it for Ruck, but I want you to have it. As my thanks.


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Brother Burkel: Andraste teaches that patience is the child of wisdom, but I'm eager to hear if you've seen the shaper.

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Bro: He agreed to let you hold prayer meetings.

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Brother Burkel: Oh, praise the maker! You truly walk the light, friend.

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Brother Burkel: I already found a convert among the merchants who offered his shop as a temporary chantry. It's just by the Tapsters.

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Brother Burkel: Please, come to our first service!


Brief excursion to the Deep Roads to collect Topsider's sword.

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The experience can't be authentic without more inter-party bitching.

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Zevran: What exactly are you drinking my fine dwarven friend?

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Oghren: You can't have any!

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Zevran: Do not worry, I won't. The stench is worse than your feet.

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Oghren: What're you doing smelling my feet, uh? Is that some kind of Antivan perversion?

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Zevran: It is difficult not to smell your feet. Perhaps in Antiva.

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Oghren: Now you're beginning to sound like Branka.

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Zevran: Well, she must have been a dwarf with astoundingly clean feet.


The sword is magically reformed when you click on the grave.

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Phew. Orzammar can be forgotten like a bad dream.

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Zevran: You never did answer my question about that filth you so enjoy.

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Oghren: That's right, I didn't.

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Zevran: How is it that you never seem to run out? Are you purchasing it somewhere?

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Oghren: Bah. Nobody sells the good stuff.

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Zevran: Then are you making it? i don't see a still at the camp...And you aren't walking around with a keg, so unless you're... oh no...

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Oghren: What? Where has that perverted elven mind of yours gone?

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Zevran: That... would explain the smell... Suddenly I'm not so interested in trying a sample...


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Oghren: (Sigh) Give me a moment.

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Bro: We don't have a moment. Let's go.

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Oghren: Just give me one sodding moment.

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Oghren: By the Stone, I feel like I'm about to fall off the world with all that sky up there.

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Bro: Get over it. We have work to do.

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Oghren: Fine. You're the Grey Warden.

Oghren disapproves -4


Time to revisit party camp.

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All the ale, wine etc. goes to Oghren.

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Oghren: There you are. Wanted to talk to you.

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Bro: What about?

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Oghren: You and I, we've... You know how sometimes, you spend time with... people, and things... Hm.

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Bro: I love you, too, Oghren.

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Oghren: I--What? Keep your hands where I can see 'em! Sheesh, can't a man address a friend without getting all... weird?

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Oghren: I was just asking a favor. You had to go all... that in me.

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Bro: Spit it out, dwarf.

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Oghren: I was thinking, I do know some people out here on the surface.

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Oghren: A person, actually. Girl I knew in Orzammar. Before I left, obviously.

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Bro: A girl you knew, or a girl you knew?

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Oghren: What? You mean were we rutting? Oh, aye. After Branka left for the Deep Roads. Name's Felsi, and she was a fiery one.

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Oghren: I'm sure she's forgiven me by now. Thought maybe I'd track her down. See how she's been living.

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Bro: Do you know how to find her?

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Oghren: I tried to look her up the last time we were at Lake Calenhad. She wasn't at work at the inn. At home with her sick mother, they said.

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Oghren: I figured it was just the ancestors telling me something... but I keep thinking about her.

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Bro: There's something here you're not telling me.

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Oghren: Ach! You suspicious sack of pebbles! You always have to think the worst of someone.

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Bro: (Intimidate) If you have something to tell me, do it now.

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Oghren: Bleeding mud! I'm just kidding with you. You don't have to bring out the eyebrow.

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Oghren: Look. Felsi and me, we didn't leave things on the best of terms.

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Bro: I'm stunned.

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Oghren: She was jealous of Branka. And she got to be controlling. And Oghren was meant to be free. Know what I mean?

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Oghren: Anyway, she couldn't handle everyone wishing they could be with me. So she left.

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Oghren: Honest truth.

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Bro: Nug-spew.

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Oghren: Well, it's my side of the story. I don't give sod-all what you believe.

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Oghren: So. Are we doing this or not?

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Bro: Cleanbad? You mean Lake Calenhad? We can go there.

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Oghren: No, I think it was Calenhad. I remember because I thought: "Yes, that's right. Dirty good, clean bad." (Chuckles)

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Oghren: But thanks for offering to take us there. You're a good friend, Warden.

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Oghren: Now. What was it you wanted to say?

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Bro: Can you teach me to fight like you do?

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Oghren: You want to be a berserker? Ha! Thought I'd never see the day.

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Oghren: Aye, I'll teach you. Just be ready. To be a berserker, you have to face your own inner rage, let the spirit of battle take over, and all that dust.

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Oghren: There's a whole pile of philosophical rot that goes behind it, but the bedrock is this: Get real mad and kill things.

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Bro: Please, then. Teach me.

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Oghren: I can teach you what gets my hackles in a twist, but no one can tell you what'll set off that killing rage in you. Finding that is the key to berserking.

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Oghren: And once you've got that... I tell you. The ladies love it when you're all mysteriosuly angry for no reason. Trust me.

Cut

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Oghren: You're a quick study, Warden. You must have been seriously steamed up about something for a long time.

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Bro: Thank you for the lesson. Goodbye.

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Oghren: Aye. All right, then.

Oghren disapproves -7


Zomg, teh love drama.

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Zevran: I take it you have found... another more compatible with your tastes?

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Zevran: No, there is no need to deny it. I... I do not mind. Such is how it goes, yes?

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Bro: I wasn't planning on denying it.

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Zevran: (Chuckles) As I should have known would be the case.

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Zevran: So I am forced to ask: If we are not to be lovers, are we at least to be friends?

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Bro: We'll have to see, won't we?

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Zevran: Yes, I suppose you are correct. I hope it is so. Some friendships, after all, are worth pursuing.

Zevran disapproves -24


Secretly, Bro shed a manly tear. :cry:

Bro finds out that extreme dude Sten is, in fact, gigantic faggot and whiner.

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Sten: You are not quite as callow as I thought.

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Sten: That is... unexpected.

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Bro: What is that supposed to mean?

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Sten: Callow? It is a word in your tongue. It means, "without feathers." AS a new-hatched bird.

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Bro: Why would you expect me to have feathers?

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Sten: ...Perhaps I spoke too soon.

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Bro: Why did you come to Ferelden?

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Sten: I was sent to be the eyes of the antaam.

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Sten: The arishook asked, "What is the Blight?" By his curiosity, I am now here.

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Bro: Don't you have to report back, then?

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Sten: Yes.

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Bro: So what are you still doing here, then?

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Sten: I cannot go home.

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Bro: Why not?

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Sten: It doesn't matter now.

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Sten: Can we move on? We keep the darkspawn waiting.

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Bro: What were you doing in that cage?

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Sten: Does it matter? Very well.

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Sten: I caged myself. A weak mind is a deadly foe, as you are no doubt aware.

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Bro: Are you saying you put yourself in that cage?

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Sten: I know that my failures were my own.

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Sten: I came to your lands with seven of the Beresaad -- my brothers -- to seek answers about the Blight.

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Sten: We made our way across the Fereldan countryside without incident, seeing nothing of the threat we were sent to observe.

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Sten: Until the night we camped by Lake Calenhad.

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Sten: They came from everywhere: the earth beneath out feet, the air above us, our own shadows harbored the darkspawn.

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Sten: I saw the last of the creatures cut down, too late. I fell!

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Bro: A few darkspawn beat you? That's pitiful.

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Sten: Your kith fared no better, for all your numbers and preparation.

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Sten: I don't know how long I lay on the battlefield among the dead, not do I know how the farmers found me.

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Sten: I only know that when I woke, I was no longer among my brothers. And my sword was gone from my hand.

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Bro: You probably dropped it on the battlefield.

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Sten: Perhaps.

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Sten: I searched for it. And when that failed, I asked my rescuers what had become of it.

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Bro: And then?

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Sten: I killed them. With my bare hands.

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Sten: I did. I knew they didn't have the blade. They had no reason to lie to me. I panicked. Unthinking, I struck them down.

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Bro: You panicked over a lost blade?

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Sten: That sword was made for my hand alone. I have carried it from the day I was set into the Beresaad. I was to die wielding it for my people.

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Sten: Even if I could cross Ferelden and Tevinter unarmed and alone to bring my report to the arishok. I would be slain on sight by the antaam.

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Sten: They would know me as soulless, a deserter. No soldier would cast aside his blade while he drew breath.

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Bro: If you're that prone to panic, maybe you did desert.

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Sten: In fear, I kill people. Pray that you don't see me in anger.

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Bro: So that's it? You aren't going to do anything about it?

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Sten: What would you have me do? It could be anywhere by now.

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Bro: Where did you fight the darkspawn?

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Sten: Near Lake Calenhad.

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Bro: Don't worry, we'll find it.

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Sten: Perhaps those words are empty, but... thank you all the same.

Sten disapproves -6


This is it. Prepare for some emo therapy.

Approval stats:

Zevran +54
Oghren: +23
Sten: +32
Morrigan: +100
Alistair: -39


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So? Thanks to their impressive strategies all Grey wardens but the main character were killed. Who would complain?
 

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IIRC a gray warden is not allowed to be anything but a gray warden.

Alistair, or whatever his name is, can end up on the throne, despite him being a Grey Warden and all that.

So? Thanks to their impressive strategies all Grey wardens but the main character were killed. Who would complain?

I think it was the young King's strategy that got them killed. I remember the Generic Old Mentor Figure complaining about it.
 

Brother None

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Man, Bro is terrible with people.

Bro: Cleanbad? You mean Lake Calenhad? We can go there.

Oghren: No, I think it was Calenhad. I remember because I thought: "Yes, that's right. Dirty good, clean bad." (Chuckles)

Errr. Where does this thread of dialogue come from? I didn't see mention of Cleanbad before.

lightbane said:
So? Thanks to their impressive strategies all Grey wardens but the main character were killed. Who would complain?

There are still Wardens outside Ferelden. You're not the last, just the last there.

lightbane said:
Wouldn't the most correct and EXTREME choice be to name yourself king?

Yes. That's why it's not there.
 

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so can anybody tell us what happens if you try to hand over the crown to the bro of bro?

Mostly the same stuff. Harrowmont is executed, Bhelen suddenly loves you and you are gifted with Trian's maul instead of Harrowmont's staff. Of course, different ending slide. That is all.

Errr. Where does this thread of dialogue come from? I didn't see mention of Cleanbad before.

Double-checked it. Ask David Gaider. :wink:

Let's help our bros in arms. Lake Calenhad will suffice for both.

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One of those "random" boring locations on the way.

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Adventurer Leader: Rough travels out here, eh? We even saw darkspawn on the way in!

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Bro: Darkspawn. You don't say.

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Adventurer Leader: Right! Darkspawn! We killed a whole band of them on the way up from Lothering.

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Adventurer Leader: We're delivering a message to the Chantry in Denerim. You?

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Bro: I'm here to stop you.

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Adventurer Leader: (Laughs) I thought you said... Wait. You're serious?

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Bro: (Intimidate) Absolutely. Turn around now and just go home.

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Adventurer Leader: Hey... no need to get pushy. We were just in it for the experience.


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Lake Calenhad. Let's interrogate this scav.

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Scavenger: Back off! I was here first!

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Bro: You haven't seen a sword lying around here, have you?

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Scavenger: Why, you looking to buy one?

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Bro: No, but my very large, angry friend here is.

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Scavenger: Ah... is he? Heh. Well... that's... see I'd like to sell you one, but I don't... er... have any myself.

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Scavenger: I got part of a glove the wolves didn't chew too badly, though! I think it was a glove, anyway...

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Scavenger: I know. Don't say it. I got cheated.

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Scavenger: I knew the guy who was here before me. He sold me this spot. Said he'd found giants and all kinds of crazy valuables.

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Scavenger: He didn't mention that he'd taken everything but the bones and the dirt already.

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Scavenger: His name's Faryn. Squirrelly little bastard, if you ask me. Which you didn't. But I said it anyway.

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Bro: Where is he now?

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Scavenger: He was going to Orzammar, he said. I imagine he's gotten there by now.

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Scavenger: If you find him, tell him I sent you! I'll scare the piss out of him. Heh.


Receiving reward for the letter collected from those adventuring losers.

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Mages' Collective Liaison: The mages collective thanks you. Maker's smile upon you.


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Oghren: There she is!

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Oghren: I'm gonna go talk to her. Look, you gotta back me up here, got it?

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Bro: What do you mean, "back you up"?

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Oghren: Just... follow my lead, you know?

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Bro: Go get her.

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Oghren: Just be ready to pry her off when she throws herself at me. We don't want to make a scene here. Well, don't pry her off me too soon. I mean, a little scene's all right.

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Oghren: Are you sure you're not a baker? 'Cause you've got a sodding nice set of buns.

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Felsi: Oghren? Is that you?

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Oghren: Yeah, in the flesh, baby.

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Felsi: What are you doing here?

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Oghren: Just trying to kick back with a pint. Fighting darkspawn's a lot of sodding work, you know?

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Felsi: You're fighting darkspawn?

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Bro: This man took on an army of golems almost single-handed.

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Oghren: It was a bit of a pain, but... it was a personal favor for the king of Orzammar, you understand.

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Felsi: The whole surface to choose from, and you just happened to come to my tavern?

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Oghren: Er... well...

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Bro: (Whisper to Oghren) Tell her it's fate.

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Oghren: What? Oh, right. It's fate, Felsi. What can I say?

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Felsi: Fate? The ancestors must have a sense of humor, then.

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Oghren: Sure they do! You've had a good look at Lady Helmi, haven't you? If her face isn't a joke the ancestors are playing, I'm a bronto's behind.

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Felsi: So... Lady Helmi must be a Paragon of beauty then.

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Bro: (Whisper to Oghren) Tell her you've been thinking of her.

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Oghren: I've been thinking about you, Felsi.

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Felsi: What do you want, Oghren?

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Oghren: Nothin'. Just thought I'd see how you were doing, is all. Well, maybe that and grease up the bronto, if you know what I mean.

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Felsi: Well, you've seen me. You'll have to go back to Orzammar for the bronto.

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Bro: (Lie) We can't waste time here, the queen's waiting for us.

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Felsi: Oh, the queen needed a new fool, did she?

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Oghren: Ah well, it's been fun, Felsi, but I better go.

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Felsi: Wait! You're leaving? You just got here. I haven't called you a shaft-rat yet...

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Oghren: Oh, you can't keep the archdemon waiting. You hurt its feelings, it just might turn the whole Blight around and go home. Nobody wants that.

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Felsi: Well... you don't need to fight it right now, do you? I mean, you could have a pint first. You could call me a surly bronto, I could tell you that you smell like nug droppings...

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Oghren: I tell you what, I've got some things I gotta do, but I'll come back for that pint when things're settled. You frigid deepstalker.

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Felsi: Fine, but you'd better not keep me waiting, you worthless copper-plated sword-caste.

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Oghren: Wouldn't dream of it.


*Yawn* I need a drink.

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Innkeeper: Welcome back to the Spoiled Princess. How may I serve you today?

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Bro: I'd take a drink.

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Innkeeper: Of course. What would you like?


We are going to track down Sten's sword.

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Pause break. Another random encounter with darkspawn.

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Faryn: Step right -- Maker's breath! Ah, I beg your pardon, friend, you... ah... startled me a bit.

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Bro: We'd like to have a word with you.

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Faryn: Ah... a word? With me?

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Sten: Where is my sword?

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Faryn: I... ah... don't know what you mean, ser.

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Bro: Just kill him, Sten. We can search his belongings for it.

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Faryn: I... I don't have it! I swear by Andraste's knickers! I sold it on the way here!

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Bro: Sten, tear his arms off.

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Faryn: No, I swear, I don't have it!

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Faryn: I sold it to a dwarf in Redcliffe. Name of Dwyn.

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Bro: If you're lying, you do know we'll be back.

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Faryn: I'm not, I promise you!

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Sten: We'll see.

Sten approves +2


Dude, where's my sword?

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It's in this chest.

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Sten: Strange.

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Sten: I had almost forgotten it. Completion.

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Sten: Are you sure you are a Grey Warden? I think you must be an ashkaari to find a single lost blade in a country of war.

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Bro: Now that you have your sword, shouldn't you report back?

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Sten: I will return to the arishok with my report.

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Sten: But it would be a much more thorough and satisfying answer to his question if the Blight were ended first, don't you agree?

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Bro: So you're staying, then?

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Sten: I am one of the Beresaad. I have never abandoned the field with the battle unmet.

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Bro: I'm glad to have you, Sten.

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Sten: Indeed, it isn't every Grey Warden who has his own beresaad.

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Sten: I will see you reach the archdemon. Lead the way.

Sten approves +13


And Morrigan's business.

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Flemeth: And so you return.

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Flemeth: Lovely Morrigan has at last found someone willing to dance to her tune. Such enchanting music she plays, wouldn't you say?

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Bro: Stay silent and die, creature.

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Flemeth: Ah, how disappointing.

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Flemeth: You think you're the first to come, full of righteousness and bluster? If only that were so! From you, I expected more.

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Bro: So sorry to disappoint.

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Flemeth: It is a dance poor Flemeth knows well. Let us see if she remembers the steps.

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Oghren: Thank the Ancestors! Another minute of her cackling and I'd be heaving up breakfast!

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Flemeth: Come. She will earn what she takes. I'd have it no other way.

Oghren approves +2


Oh, shit!

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FUUUUUU, little bitches

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Tactics are simple - we shoot, Oghren handles the heat.

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Dragon's "Grab" ability can be countered with any stun-inducing one.

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Almost there.

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WTF? No way!!! *gurgles*

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The key form dragon's body unlocks the hut. Interesting, where did she keep it? :?

There are real grimoire and new rags for Morrigan in this chest.

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I've got a present for you.

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Morrigan: Ahhh. Mother's real grimoire, is it?

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Morrigan: I'm glad you were able to find it after all. My thanks for retrieving it.

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Morrigan: I shall begin studying it immediately and unlock the power that it holds.


It's time to call a Landsmeet.

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Oh, not this again.

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Redcliffe Castle

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Arl Eamon: I understand you've acquired all the allies you could? That's good... we can call the Landsmeet, if you are ready.

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Arl Eamon: I would prefer not giving Loghain time to consider, but it up to you. I do not wish to go to Denerim unless you are with me.

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Bro: Let's go to Denerim now.

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Arl Eamon: Excellent. I shall make the arrangements. Let us be off to Denerim and may the Maker watch over us.

Eamon narrates


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Surprise!

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Arl Eamon: He will strike back at us. The only question that remains is how soon?

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Arl Eamon: Loghain. This is... an honor, that the regent would find time to greet me personally.

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Loghain: How could I not welcome a man so important as to call every lord in Ferelden away from his estates while a Blight claws at our land?

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Arl Eamon: The Blight is why I'm here. With Cailan dead, Ferelden must have a king to lead it against the darkspawn.

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Loghain: Ferelden has a strong leader: its queen. And I lead her armies.

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Bro: Considering Ostagar, perhaps we need a better general.

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Loghain: And who is this, Eamon? Some new stray you picked up on the road?

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Loghain: And here I thought it was only royal bastards you play the nursemaid to, not Orzammar's rejects.

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Bro: I am Bro Aeducan, prince of Orzammar.

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Loghain: How very nice. Perhaps you should return and leave Ferelden's politics to those they concern.

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Bro: My concern is anything that weakens us against the Blight.

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Loghain: The Blight is foremost on all our minds.

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Loghain: There is talk that your illness left you feeble, Eamon. Some worry that you may no longer be fit to advise Ferelden.

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Arl Eamon: "Illness?" Why not call your poison by its true name? Not everyone at the Landsmeet will cast aside their loyalties as easily as you and these... sycophants.

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Loghain: How long you've been gone from court, Eamon! Don't you recognize Rendon Howe, Arl of Amaranthine, and Teyrn of Highever?

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Arl Howe: And current arl of Denerim, since Urien's unfortunate fate at Ostagar. The regent has been... generous to those who prove loyal.

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Bro: Boot-licking appears to be profitable these days.

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Ser Cauthrien: Don't interrupt, churl. Your betters are talking.

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Loghain: Enough, Cauthrien, this is not the time or place.

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Loghain: I had hoped to talk you down from this rash course, Eamon. Our people are frightened. Our king is dead. Our land is under siege.

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Loghain: We must be united now, if we are to endure this crisis. Your own sister, Queen Rowan, fought tirelessly to see Ferelden restored. Would you see her work destroyed?

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Loghain: You divide our nation and weaken our efforts against the Blight with your selfish ambitions to the throne.

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Bro: You're the one who divided Ferelden.

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Loghain: I was not talking to you.

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Arl Eamon: I cannot forgive what you've done, Loghain. Perhaps the Maker can, but not I.

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Arl Eamon: Our people deserve a king of the Theirin bloodline. Alistair will be the one to lead us to victory in this Blight.

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Loghain: The emperor of Orlais also thought I could not bring him down.

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Loghain: Expect no more mercy than I showed him. There is nothing I would not do for my homeland.

They leave.

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Arl Eamon: Well, that was... bracing. I didn't expect Loghain to show himself quite so soon.

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Bro: What do we do now?

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Arl Eamon: Calling the Landsmeet is only the start. Now we must ensure the every noble there sees Loghain's duplicity. We have no small task ahead of us.

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Arl Eamon: We need eyes and ears in the city. Loghain has been here for months. The roots of all his schemes must begin here. The sooner we find them, the better we can turn them to our advantage.

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Arl Eamon: Go have a look around and see what you can turn up. Better yet, find the nobles who have arrived for the Landsmeet. Test the waters, see how many will support us.

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Arl Eamon: When you're ready to talk strategy, come upstairs to my sitting room. We can lay out our plans for the Landsmeet then.


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Brother None

inXile Entertainment
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I really like Loghain. He could've been fleshed out more, and maybe make a bit more sense at times, but the design and voice acting are great. Same for Tim Curry performance on Arl Howe. It's such a pity these great characters are pushed into the background so we can enjoy more of the horrible voice-acting from Morrigian and Leliana.

Also no plus-liking from Oghren? Pretty sure that happens...

I personally had a hard time with Flemeth the Shapeshifter, probably the hardest fight in the entire game, but I didn't plink it, and that seems to be the best tactic against dragons. Speaking of dragons, I forget, did Bro do the whole dragonslaying in the quest for the holy grail?

Scavenger: His name's Faryn. Squirrelly little bastard, if you ask me. Which you didn't. But I said it anyway.

Oh David Gaider you scamp, do the laughs ever end with you?

Yes, they do

Morrigan: Ahhh. Mother's real grimoire, is it?

Morrigan: I'm glad you were able to find it after all. My thanks for retrieving it.

These lines are etched into my memory because together with "so cold in my tent", they are amongst the worst voice-acting in the game. The intonation is barely human.
 

Erebus

Arcane
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Twinkle said:
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Adventurer Leader: Hey... no need to get pushy. We were just in it for the experience.

You were doing a Fedex quest for the XP and you give up so easily ? What kind of an adventurer are you ?

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Bro: (Whisper to Oghren) Tell her it's fate.

Bro is now Cyrano !
 

lightbane

Arcane
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Messages
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DramaticPopcorn said:
Adventurer Leader: Hey... no need to get pushy. We were just in it for the experience.
Experience...really? Please tell me, this is not an exact line from the game...

HURR DUURR YOU CANNOT APPRECIATE DAVID GAIDAR's DEEP AND AWESOME WRITING!!! HE EVEN MAKES JOKES!!!!

Seriously, that was atrocious (and NWN2 did much better that joke, before DA blatantly stole it). Also, the right thing would be that if you helped the "evilz" brother he would compensate you by being an ungrateful bastard and kill you, instead of having the same consequence no matter the choice. But that's biowhore for you... Also, what happens if you have Morrigan on the party when you slay the werehag?
 

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