SO MUCH FOR NEXTGEN GRAPHICS!!! I read some said some textures were of low-quality, but that's worse than I imagined... And people doesn't notice that piece of shit??
It's obvious that all half-decent programmers and artists have left the company and they should stick with licensed technology. However, I thought they'd use ultra-low poly models instead of blurry animated sprites.
"ohlulz look at the texture on those far-away mountains this game looks like crap"
Actually, all textures in this game look like crap with the exception of facial textures on several important characters.
More ugly pics are coming, bros.
Arl Eamon's Estate in Denerim. Easy xp obtainable from books scattered around.
We'll need a plan to take down Loghain.
Arl Eamon: Ah, Warden. I trust you've made yourself comfortable.
Bro: Actually, I was hoping for silk sheets and candied grapes.
Arl Eamon: Why don't we ensure Loghain won't have us all executed first, and worry about how to celebrate later?
Arl Eamon: This is Erlina. She's--
Erlina: I am Queen Anora's handmaiden. She sent me here to ask for your help.
Arl Eamon: Or perhaps the young lady prefers to speak for herself.
Bro: Speak fast or you'll be returned to Loghain in pieces.
Erlina: I am here for Loghain's daughter, not for Loghain. Their interests are not so similar as they once were.
Erlina: The queen, she is in a difficult position. She loved her husband, no? And trusted her father to protect him. When he returns with no king and only dark rumors, what is she to think?
Erlina: She worries, no? But when she tries to speak with him, he does not answer. He tells her "not to trouble herself."
Bro: I'm still not seeing where our "help" comes in.
Erlina: So she goes to Howe. A visit from the queen to the new arl of Denerim is only a matter of courtesy. And she demands answers.
Bro: Just get to the point of this story.
Erlina: They now know she is a threat to her father's power.
Erlina: I think... her life is in danger. I heard Howe say she would be a greater ally dead than alive. Especially if her death could be blamed on Arl Eamon.
Bro: Give me one good reason to believe this crazy story.
Erlina: Because you do not want Loghain ruling Ferelden, and if Anora can speak at the Landsmeet, her voice would sway many nobles.
Arl Eamon: We may have no choice but to trust Anora. The queen is well-loved. If Loghain succeeded in pinning her death on me...
Arl Eamon: I'm not sure that's a risk we can afford to take.
Bro: Why should we trust her? This could all be a set-up.
Arl Eamon: I fear if this is a trap, we are already caught in it.
Arl Eamon: They can kill Anora whether or not we act and blame her death on us.
Arl Eamon: Few would believe our word over Loghain's. We can only defend ourselves with the queen in hand.
Bro: So, what do you propose we do?
Erlina: I have some uniforms. Arl Howe hires so many new guards every day, a few more will not cause much stir.
Erlina: I will show you to the servants' entrance. We must slip in and out with my queen before anyone is the wiser.
Erlina: I will go ahead to Howe's estate. Meet me there as soon as you can.
Sure, walking into an obvious trap is a way to go.
Morrigan: So what is going to keep you from poisoning your target now that you have been allowed to accompany us, I wonder?
Zevran: You are. You will be watching me ever so closely to make sure I attempt no such thing.
Morrigan: And why would I do such a thing? Sneaking into our good graces in order to make another attempt is what I would do, were I you.
Zevran: And here I was becoming rather fond of the idea of you watching me closely.
Morrigan: It would be a simple enough matter to poison the food in camp. Or cut our throats while we sleep.
Zevran: You seem rather charmed by the idea.
Morrigan: It would seem an appropriate result of sparing your life.
Zevran: Ah. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you then. The next time I am spared I will be sure to immediately turn upon my benefactors. Will that do?
Heh, this dude remind me of someone.
Fayd the Apprentice: What is it? I have work to do.
Bro: I have a note here from your master.
Fayd the Apprentice: What does it say?
Fayd the Apprentice: Ugh. I knew this would happen. Just when I was starting to get good.
Fayd the Apprentice: Well, thanks, I guess.
Earning easy money.
Sister Justine: Strange that matters can be so tumultuous and yet the day still be so bright.
Sister Justine: Oh, my pardon, just thinking aloud. Are you here for the chanter's board?
Bro: Who are you?
Sister Justine: I am Sister Justine, curator of the reliquary of this chantry.
Sister Justine: Ahh-- and pride, again. It is hard to live up to the example of Andraste.
Bro: What's a curator do?
Sister Justine: The archivist tends the books and I tend the sacred relics. I also search for more to add to our collection, which is more difficult that it sounds.
Bro: I found this scrolls in a Tevinter ruin.
Sister Justine: Really? Pardon my... incredulity.
Sister Justine: I would like to examine them, in any event.
Bro: Be careful with them. They seem ancient.
Sister Justine: Let me see...
Sister Justine: The scrolls are old, no question. And the script...
Sister Justine: It's written in cipher... Early believers used them to keep their writings safe from the Tevinter magus.
Sister Justine: These... could be authentic. Please, let me examine it.
Bro: I want some sort of collateral.
Sister Justine: If you are charlatan, may the Maker have mercy upon you...
Sister Justine: There is avarice in your eyes, but I believe you. In a ruins, you say?
Sister Justine: I can give you five sovereigns. If these prove to be genuine, we can discuss more substantial payment afterwards.
Bro: Deal. Here you go.
Sister Justine: I need parchment, quill, and ink. What was the trick to the cipher, again?
Sister Justine: Hmm...
Sister Justine: The bits I have made out... This may be an account of Maferath's final days and perhaps more.
Bro: So am I getting paid or not?
Sister Justine: Maferath. You heard me, right? As in the betrayer of our prophet?
Sister Justine: Well, to humans this is revolutionary.
Sister Justine: Here is all of the allowance I have for acquisitions. Take it and go. A thousand, thousand blessings!
Time to upgrade light armor and experience probably the worst writing and voiceover in entire game.
Master Wade: Herren, the bloody customers are bothering me again. What do I pay you for, anyhow?
Herren: Sorry, sorry. Wade is a genius. Truly, you will be astonished by his work.
Herren: But he doesn't deal with customers. If you need anything, please ask me.
Master Wade: And tell him I don't want anyone looking over my shoulders, either! I'm thinking, blast it all.
Herren: Truly sorry, sire.
Another try.
Herren: Welcome, friends! Welcome to Wade's Emporium.
Herren: We have the finest armors in Denerim -- maybe in all of Ferelden! How may we assist you?
Bro: Can Wade make something with these drake scales?
Herren: No, uh, no he can't--
Master Wade: Did I hear right? You, you, uh -- man -- you. You have drake scales?
Bro: I do right here.
Master Wade: Look at this, Herren, it's real. Some never see a single scale in their lives!
Master Wade: I must make this. Tell the, uhh, customer, is it? I'll do everything to work on this immediately!
Bro: Are you sure you can make quality armor with this?
Master Wade: I'd stake my life on it, friend.
Herren: Where is your humility when we really need it...
Bro: I'll pay ten sovereigns extra. Make it good and quickly.
Master Wade: Excellent. You won't regret it. Think of the possibilities, Herren, think of it!
Herren: I'm trying to stop.
Suffering to the end. More crappy sidequests.
Bartender: What can I get you, stranger?
Bro: I've finished a favor for one of your "interested parties".
Bartender: (He nods discretely, and makes note of the recognition you are owed.)
Bro: (Nod and leave.)
Bartender: What can I get you, stranger?
Bro: Anyone need help? Maybe with something not strictly legal?
Bartender: (He glances around for prying eyes, then produces a few notes on behalf of "interested parties".)
Breaking into this room provokes major butthurt among city guard you'll have to deal with.
A reward for "Friends of Red Jenny" quest.
Mysterious Door: The door open a crack in response to your knock. There is a light breeze, like a change in pressure.
Bro: Present the small painted box.
Mysterious Door: A large shadow nods. A pouch of coins appears in exchange.
Mysterious Door: The door closes.
Of course, only a party of four can deal with city problems.
Random encounter in the city. Pretty important one.
Taliesen: And so here is the mighty Grey Warden at long last. The Crows send their greetings, once again.
Zevran: So they sent you, Taliesen? Or did you volunteer for the job?
Taliesen: I volunteered, of course. When I heard that the great Zevran had gone rogue, I simply had to see it for myself.
Zevran: Is that so? Well here I am, in the flesh.
Taliesen: You can return with me, Zevran. I know why you did this, and I don't blame you. It's not too late. Come back and we'll make up a story. Anyone can make a mistake.
Bro: Fine. I'll kill you all, if you prefer.
Zevran: No need. I did not come here to betray you.
Zevran: I'm sorry, my old friend. But the answer is no. I'm not coming back... and you should have stayed in Antiva.
They were almost successful.
Zevran: And there it is. Taliesen is dead, and I am free of the Crows.
Zevran: They will assume that I am dead along with Taliesen. So long as I do not make my presence known to them, they will not seek me out.
Bro: So long as nobody tells them, as well.
Zevran: Are you implying that you might do so?
Bro: Don't be ridiculous.
Zevran: I have enjoyed our company, but I am wondering if it not time for me to leave. That would be the practical thing to do, no?
Zevran: There is a freedom awaiting me that I have never known. But I suppose the decision is yours. Will you let me go?
Bro: (Persuade) Don't you want to stay for the treasure?
Zevran: Hmmm. All right. You make a convincing argument. You do seem to stumble onto treasure on a regular basis, somehow.
Zevran: Let us return to the task at hand, then. There is still much to be done, yes?
Moving to the next level.
The stuff I hate about this game - zero world reactivity. You start fighting just near NPCs' asses and yet they don't run away, call for guards or try to intervene.
Tania: Yes?
Bro: Would someone like to handle this for me?
Oghren: Er, hm. Oh! Good news, lady: you're single!
Tania: What?! This is terrible! My beloved!
Obvious Baldur's Gate reference is obvious.
Quaint Hovel: Notes acquired from dead or terrified adventurers have directed you to this unassuming door. The house is marked with the initials "VM."
Quaint Hovel: There is no answer, although there is clearly a light inside.
Bro: I'm here to discuss stories of Gaxkang! I'm not leaving!
Quaint Hovel: After a pause, the door unlocks.
Vilhm Madon: Grey Warden, isn't it? Strange you would force such a visit in a time of Blight.
Vilhm Madon: I suppose I am used to inspiring a different kind of seeker.
Bro: Your stories attract them. And then they disappear.
Vilhm Madon: (Chuckles) The adequate ones find the beacons, and then I find them. But you... you are already brighter than the signal at Ishal.
Vilhm Madon: Eyes are on you from a very high vantage, Grey Warden. I cannot hide in your wake, but I will not be a footnote!
Vilhm Madon: Witness Gaxkang!
Gaxkang can alternate between arcane horror and revenant form. While his melee form is tough but nothing special, arcane horror is very annoying due to usage of Cone of Cold and Health Drain.
We managed to put a curse of mortality successfully on him.
Game over, man. Gaxkang drops strong single-handed sword Keening Blade and jewelry.
Wow, this quest is
still active?
We're going to stop a second bunch of criminal scum.
And paint another door.
Criminal scum can't escape all-seeing GPS.
Gang Leader: You? We were about to send the boys to hunt you down.
Gang Leader: Boss says kill 'em!
Journal taken from knight's body reveals the location of blood mages hideout, one of the hardest areas in the whole game.
I want to bring you in for making boring quests!
Layson the Deserter: You have some kind of problem?
Bro: I'm here on behalf of the Blackstone Irregulars.
Layson the Deserter: Oh? What is this about?
Bro: I'm here to bring you in for desertion.
Layson the Deserter: I worried this might happen. I hoped it wouldn't be you who cam for me.
Layson the Deserter: I have no choice. Forgive me, Warden, but I cannot go back with you.
The deserted building is our next stop.