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

Brother None · Apr 29, 2010

denizsi said:
FFS, it's not the same thing. If you did that too, that wouldn't make you just an apologist but also a complete utter moron, which you are not, obviously. Or maybe not, considering you're treating the two as one; you tell me.

FFS!!!!

...

Ok I'm stumped, I have no idea whatsoever what the hell you're talking about.

denizsi · Apr 29, 2010

Thanks for confirming. I knew I always gave people too much credit.

Twinkle · May 1, 2010

And there was more fightan!

Random encounter: stop right there, criminal scum! Sadly, I'm not the only guy with GPS.

Guard: Lookie here, men.

Guard: When I heard that one of the famous Grey Wardens was pilfering folk, I thought, "Can't be."

Guard: But here he is. Looks like the Wardens have fallen hard.

Guard: Ha. Soldiers, kill him.

Wait, no option to go to jail? This game is nowhere near as good as Oblivion.

Deserted Building.

Guardians of the entrance.

The first big combat encounter.

I'd give DA a credit - sometimes AI acknowledges that fighting is going in the next room and joins the party unlike Ass Effects.

Rare example of environment-based traps. Grease slows you down and makes more vulnerable to fire damage.

One of the hardest parts. You have three doors leading to a single room with three blood mages and many archers. Direct assault is most likely a road to game over screen.

Pick the mage and his guard to the right - others won't react at all.

Keep doors at check and mages stunned/frozen.

Another room full of grease. Though, lonely fireball-throwing mage is hardly a challenging opponent.

Here's the boss.

Blood Mage Leader: I know not how you're survived thus far.

Blood Mage Leader: Is it luck or providence? No matter, you will not survive... this!

Oh, I will survive. Thanks to the room nearby.

However, this fucker is strong, I'd give him that.

Level's clear. Time to return to Market District.

This. Again.

Guard: There's the Warden! The thief!

Guard: Be careful, one patrol's been wiped out already.

Guard: Attack!

Collecting monies.

Chanter Rosamund: Though stung with a hundred arrows, though suffering from ailments both great and small, his heart was strong and he moved on.

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

Sergeant Kylon: The Market District is a whole sight better because of what you've done for us.

Sergeant Kylon: I know this may not be much, but it's an extra thanks.

Sergeant Kylon: A lot of folk swallow whatever lies are fed to them, but us believers will try and spread word about you and the Wardens.

Sergeant Kylon: Thanks!

Herren: You're here about your order?

Master Wade: It's done. I made the armor...

Master Wade: And it's garbage. I wouldn't let a festering swine wear it.

Herren: Wade, it's amazing. I don't see anything wrong with it.

Master Wade: Are you blind as well as stupid? The leg-guards are too tight; it'll chafe.

Master Wade: The dye isn't even -- look here. I see a splotch. It's garbage, I say.

Herren: It's fine, truly. It's a work of art. Here, wear it well. Now kindly leave.

Master Wade: Did you bring more scales? I want to try again; I've learned so much!

Herren: Wade, please leave the customer alone. How can I help you, um...?

Bro: I have more drake scales.

Herren: You must be kidding. We're done, no--

Master Wade: Ho-ho, Herren! More scales! I can make another set!

Herren: Dear Andraste, no...

Master Wade: I've been thinking every night about what I'd do different. It's all in my mind.

Master Wade: Dear Herren, don't worry. I can make it faster this time.

Herren: You can?

Master Wade: You worry too much. Just give me the scales, friend, and I'll have my finest work for you.

Bro: Here's twenty sovereigns for incentive. I want it perfect.

Master Wade: Perfect, you say? Well, there a few alterations I could make.

Master Wade: I'll close up the shop then. No more new orders!

Master Wade: Think of the possibilities!

Back to the main quest.

lightbane · May 1, 2010

Dear GOD!! IT's worse than I thought! Apparently THERE IS a consequence to that sidequest where you gave that "suspicious package" to the "mistery faildoor"... That's just a bunch of guards that will attack you but are easily killed without any real consequence for their deaths (assuming they're related to that mission). Also, try to show the "incomplete" armor that Waden guy made, I hope it at least looks nice after suffering so much horrible writing...

Brother None · May 1, 2010

I never had guards attack me, even though I did do the red jenny quest. What exactly triggers it?

Twinkle · May 4, 2010

I never had guards attack me, even though I did do the red jenny quest. What exactly triggers it?

Pilfering the locked room at Gnawed Noble Tavern.

Howe's Estate.

Erlina: The servants' entrance is on the other side of the house. We must slip past this crowd to reach it. We will have to be very careful: Arl Howe is inside.

Bro: Let's go.

Erlina: I will be right behind you.

We stumble upon a patrol and quickly dispose of them.

Here's the servants' door.

Erlina: I can distract the guards, but you must move quickly.

Bro: Wait, me need to put on our disguises.

Cut

Erlina: Hurry. My lady does not have much time.

Erlina: Are you all prepared? I will go distract the guards.

Bro: Let's go.

Erlina: I will lure them into the courtyard. Wait in the bushes.

We decided to play along to see "stealth" mechanics.

She starts the distraction.

Erlina: Oh! You must come! I saw something! By the fountain! I think it was a darkspawn!

Guard 1: Darkspawn?

Erlina: They will drag us all underground to be eaten!

Guard 1: Should we call for help?

Guard 2: Did you fall off a cart full of stupid? Call for help? So they can see us act like scared little girls because of some knife-eared wench?

Erlina: They will us all alive! Please! Get help!

Guard 1: If there is something out there and we don't sound the alarm, we'll look worse than scared.

Guard 2: Andraste's holy knickers! Fine, we'll check the courtyard, if it'll keep you from wetting yourself. But there's nothing there.

Erlina: Thank you! Oh! It was over here! Quickly!

They leave

And we enter the estate.

Erlina: Ah! It took me forever to be rid of those two!

Erlina: You must be careful now. The servants, they will not look closely at anyone in uniform. All guards are alike to a cook, no? But you should not draw attention to yourself.

Erlina: Most of the guards are new. They will not know you for a stranger at a glance. It is best you keep your distance from all of them and try to blend in.

Bro: Where's Anora?

Erlina: She is in a guest room off the main hall.

Erlina: Andraste guide us.

Two dwarves, an elf and a human witch can excellently blend with the crowd of all-human guards. :roll:

They don't even object if you steal their belongings right in their faces.

Not so fast.

Erlina: The Grey Warden is here, my lady.

Anora: Thank the Maker! I would greet you properly, but I'm afraid we've had... a setback.

Bro: Hurry up, we need to get out of here.

Anora: Yes, about that...

Anora: My "host" was not content with me leaving me under heavy guard. He's sealed the door by magic.

Bro: Great, now what?

Erlina: We must get her out of there!

Anora: Don't panic, Erlina.

Anora: Find the mage who cast the spell. He's most likely be at Howe's side.

Bro: So much for secrecy.

Anora: Well, if he didn't know you were here, he soon will.

Bro: This sounds like a trap.

Erlina: Please, Warden. I beg you: Do not leave my queen here.

Anora: Free me, and I promise you my aid in the Landsmeet.

Erlina: We do not have much time. We must go before the guards discover us.

Erlina: Teyrn Howe will probably be in his rooms. They're at the end of the hall, on the left.

And so Bro followed her advice.

Teyrn's room was empty but we were able to recover warden documents from that chest.

Oh, he even had a private prison.

Cell Guard: What? Who goes there?!

The moment of distraction was enough for prisoner to take the matters in his own hands.

Riordan: I thank you for creating such distraction, stranger. I have been waiting weeks for this opportunity.

Riordan: You never hear music in the sound of a key turning in a lock until you've been imprisoned.

Bro: Impressive moves there, old man.

Riordan: Perhaps introductions are in order, if only so you never call me that again.

Riordan: I am Riordan. Senior Grey Warden of Jader. And you... must be Duncan's last recruit. Yes, you match his description.

Bro: Where's Howe?

Riordan: I saw him go into the dungeons. He may still be there.

Bro: Are these your papers?

Riordan: Yes. These are my records. The names of the dead I could recognize at Ostagar. What I could find of Duncan's own recruitment records.

Riordan: Copies of the Joining ritual I rescued from our Denerim vault. Those should never be seen by any outside eyes, but I trust in their encryption.

Bro: The Joining Ritual? Can you induct other Grey Wardens?

Riordan: Would that I could, for Ferelden sorely needs them.

Riordan: But for the Joining to work, the recruit needs not only fresh darkspawn blood, but a drop of blood preserved from an archdemon.

Riordan: Ferelden's supply should have been in the vault, but it was gone. I can only imagine someone took it out and Loghain either confiscated or destroyed it.

Bro: Then we need to get it back.

Riordan: As you know, the Joining's chance of success is slim anyway. Loghain has done far worse to the Wardens than cut us off from recruiting.

Riordan: And from the rumors flying through Denerim, removing him from the throne is already your plan, no?

Bro: Why don't you come with me?

Riordan: I wouldn't be much use to you in my current condition. And, if you'll pardon me, I've a sudden desire to breathe some free air.

Riordan: I will seek you out later -- after I find a good physician.

Riordan: And good luck... Brother.

All that was just a prelude to yet another dungeon crawl. Who would've guessed? :roll:

You can't escape combat in Howe's dungeon no matter which dialogue option you choose.

Howe Guard: Who goes?

Bro: Bro.

Howe Guard: Anybody tries to come in here without Howe's say so, we get to do what we like with 'em. I think we finally got a bit of entertainment here, lads!

One of the few strong points of DA's engine - cool particle effects.

Does not apply to blood

Arl is a big BDSM fan.

Oswyn: Was that supposed to be a lesson? Did my father think it funny to leave me for so long before sending you?

Bro: Does that mean there's a reward for saving you?

Oswyn: I take it you are not here on my father's request, then.

Oswyn: I am Oswyn, son of Bann Sighard, of the Dragon's Peak Bannorn.

Oswyn: If you aren't one of our soldiers, pray tell me, who should I be thanking for my rescue?

Bro: I am Bro, of the Grey Wardens.

Oswyn: Then I have no question about why you would come, Warden, for it is your men who have suffered the most here.

Oswyn: You have my heartfelt gratitude and, I assume, the gratitude of the entire Dragon's Peak Bannorn.

Oswyn: If my father sent no one after me, I can only assume that he does not yet know the true colors of the snakes he has allied with.

Oswyn: But if you talk to him, I'm certain he would offer you any reward you might ask.

Bro: Will your father side against Loghain at the Landsmeet?

Oswyn: Then there is a Landsmeet after all? Howe said the Arl of Redcliffe was dead, and the Landsmeet called off.

Oswyn: I swear, if there be any forum to speak out against Loghain, my father will be there.

Oswyn: Now, please. I must try to get to him. I... I cannot see the last of this place too soon.

More prisoners here.

Rexel: They said to retreat. The horn sounded and we turned and then the screams... We rode and they screamed and screamed and--

Rexel: (Screams)

Bro: I'll put you out of misery. (Kill him)

Rexel: The light! Mother, you brought the light!

This dude is from City Elf origin story.

Soris: What month is it? Are you some enemy of Arl Urien's? Please... I fell like I've spent half of my life down here.

Bro: You are free. Now don't waste my time.

Soris: Of... of course not, ser.

Soris: Will... will I have to flee the city now? The arl won't like it if I escape, but -- never mind. I'll leave you to your, uh, business.

Zevran approves +4

Here's the man.

Arl Howe: Well, well. The Grey Warden. I must say I'm surprised Eamon would condone you invading my castle and murdering my men.

Arl Howe: Is he losing faith in the persuasive powers of his Landsmeet?

Bro: I know your game. No more words. (Attack)

Arl Howe: You should have left when you had the chance, Warden. Slunk off to the Anderfels to hide with the rest of your kind.

The fight is surprisingly easy.

His last words.

And yet there are more prisoners.

Vaughan: Hmmm, who's there? Stay away.

Vaughan: You can't do this to me! I'll have you all flayed! I'm the arl of Denerim!

Bro: Right, and I'm the king of Antiva.

Vaughan: I'm Vaughan Kendells, heir to the arling of Denerim! It's true!

Vaughan: Too many of our troops were lost at Ostagar. When the riots started, Howe came with men to reinforce the garrison here.

Vaughan: Or that's what he claimed. As soon as I let him into the palace, he threw me in here. "One more victim of the elven uprising," he said.

Vaughan: Let me out of here! I'll do anything.

Bro: Anything? This will be expensive, you know.

Vaughan: In my room, there's a lockbox full of sovereigns. Free me, and the key is yours.

Bro: (Persuade) Give me the key first, then I'll open the door.

Vaughan: Here it is, now please, hurry!

Bro: Denerim is better off without you. (Kill him.)

The next cell.

Irminric: Andraste, Bride of the Maker, have mercy on me.

Irminric: Alfstanna... is that you, little sister?

Irminric: No... I don't know you... do I? Are you real?

Bro: Who are you?

Irminric: I... I'm Irminric, knight-lieutenant of the Denerim chantry. You... aren't one of the teyrn's men?

Irminric: I... I failed in my duties. Maker, forgive me. I failed, and there's no telling what he's done...

Bro: You're a templar?

Irminric: Alfstanna is... a far better bann that I would have been... but I... don't remember how I came to be here...

Irminric: The maleficar. He had turned blood magic upon templars and Circle mages to escape from his tower. Near Redcliffe, I cornered him...

Irminric: But the teyrn's men took him from me... and brought me here...

Bro: This maleficar, was his name Jowan?

Irminric: Yes. He... destroyed his phylactery... we were spread out, trying to find him... I was alone.

Irminric: I... you are real, aren't you? My dreams are... so strange now. Please, if you're not a dream, help me.

Bro: You realize the door is open, right? You're free.

Irminric: No one can free me from failure, save Blessed Andraste.

Bro: What do you want me to do?

Irminric: Give this ring... to my sister, Alfstanna. Tell her... tell her, I'm sorry. Please. Ask her... to pray for me.

Dungeon crawl is over.

Guards become hostile.

Money first. We are going to check rich dude's room.

Sorry for interruption.

Maid: Someone's here!

Guard: Look, you didin't see nothing -- wait. Who are you? You're not on my watch...

Guard: Call the watch! We've got an intruder!

*gurgle* *gurgle* instead of *slurp* *slurp*. How sad.

40 sovereigns in the lockbox. Not bad at all.

I'm coming, your Majesty.

Anora: My thanks.

Bro: Aren't you a little too short for a guard?

Anora: Is that supposed to be ironic?

Anora: We must go quickly and avoid notice.

Anora: If Howe's people find me, I'll be killed. And my people will insist on escorting me back to the palace... where my father may also have me killed.

Surprise!

Ser Cauthrien: Warden! In the name of the regent, I am placing you under arrest for the murder of Rendon Howe and his men-at-arms.

Set Cauthrien: Surrender, and you may be shown mercy.

Bro: Death first! (Attack)

Ser Cauthrien: Bring them down! Loghain wants the Warden dead or alive!

Oghren approves +4

Fuck yeah, let's exploit dumb AI and run back to room where Anora was held captive. Note that Cauthrien is deliberately overpowered during this encounter, Morrigan went down with a single strike and 200+ hp away. Meanwhile Anora vanishes without a trace.

Thankfully, she's focused exclusively on Bro, the only tactic you need is using health poultices.

The remaining guards are softened with Morrigan's crowd control spells.

And swept away by manly frontal assault.

The quest is done.

Twinkle · May 8, 2010

Ok. First of all, how could he predict that it was Bro (and not another guard) who entered the "prison"? Second, how could he see through this awesome disguise, and no other guard can? Third, what's even the point of this "prison" when you have whole dungeon underneath?

It's a quality writing and design. :smug:

MOAR Dragon Age pics to crush your interwebs.

Returning to Eamon's estate.

But DA won't be DA without yet another filler random encounter with bandits.

The queen is already here.

Arl Eamon: Maker's breath! It's good to see you in one piece, my friend.

Anora: Ser Cauthrien's death... is a waste, truly, but I suppose it could not be helped.

Bro: Does Anora being here affect our plans for the Landsmeet?

Anora: I fear that my escape will make matters worse. Now that he cannot use me to support his claim on Maric's throne, he may resort to drastic measures to stay in power.

Anora: I doubt he will say anything publicly... at least until he has a better idea what to expect.

Bro: All I want is information on how to defeat Loghain.

Anora: You have only just arrived in the city, so perhaps you are unaware of some... recent events.

Anora: Denerim has been in turmoil since Ostagar. Many people here are angry or grieving.

Anora: Strangely, the unrest is worst in the alienage. Few elves accompanied the army. They should have little reason to be upset. Which means that Howe and my father must have given them reason.

Anora: I don't know what is happening there, but I am certain my father has hid hands in it.

Arl Eamon: A useful lead, Anora, but... you could have sent this information with your maid.

Anora: That is true. I feared for my safety as Howe's prisoner, but to tell the truth I sent Erlina to you because I hoped we might join forces.

Anora: You need that evidence for the Landsmeet, but you also need a stronger candidate for the throne. You need me.

Bro: It sounds more like you need us.

Anora: I have no doubt Alistair is biddable enough, and decent, but even with his blood he is no king. You think only I can see it?

Anora: Not only that, Alistair is a Grey Warden. It will look like you are trying to put a Grey Warden on the throne, despite your claims. I am a neutral party -- and I am already queen.

Arl Eamon: Anora, you are indeed Cailan's widow, but...

Anora: I am the daughter of Ferelden's greatest general. Who do you think truly ruled this nation for the last five years? Cailan?

Anora: I am what this country needs, not an untrained king who does not even want the throne. I can help you stop my father.

Anora: Consider what I have said. For now, I think I will retire to my room. Warden, when you have a moment I ask that you speak to me in private.

She leaves.

Arl Eamon: Well, she's quite... spirited. I remember when Loghain first brought her to Denerim.

Arl Eamon: Poor Cailan was a good boy, but Anora was always two steps ahead. Had him jumping when she snapped since the first time she batted her eyelashes.

Arl Eamon: I cannot help thinking she may be trouble. But we should keep her close, all the same.

Bro: Loghain is the only trouble I care about.

Arl Eamon: Loghain is the problem at hand, yes. We need to do all we can to erode his support before we call the Landsmeet.

Bro: What do you think he's doing in the alienage?

Arl Eamon: Maker knows what that man is capable of now.

Bro: I've got work to do.

Arl Eamon: Of course. If I might make a suggestion: Go speak with Anora. She will either be a powerful ally, or a powerful enemy, and the sooner we know which she is, the better.

Let's speak in private, then.

Anora: Hello again, Warden. It is good that you came to speak with me.

Anora: I will be blunt. I can see that your voice will be a strong one in days to come. It is to you that Eamon listens, and with good reason.

Anora: My father must be stopped, but once that is done Ferelden will need a ruler. I would welcome your support for my throne.

Bro: Why should I support you?

Anora: For years I have ruled this kingdom as Cailan's queen. As much as they loved Cailan, all of the Bannorn knew this to be so.

Anora: Cailan was a good man. But what is needed now is not another good man but a good ruler.

Anora: I sent Erlina here not solely because I thought I needed help, but because I saw an opportunity. For us both.

Anora: I need your support, Warden. And you will need mine.

Bro: Are you proposing an alliance?

Anora: That is exactly what I am proposing. When the time comes, you support my bid in the Landsmeet to remain on the throne.

Anora: You will be seen as my father's enemy, yet you will be in support of his daughter. You will be seen as supporting the interests of Ferelden, as opposed to solely those of the Grey Wardens.

Anora: In return, I add my voice to yours. Do you see? Together we can do what alone we cannot.

Bro: I think I would need more than just your support.

Anora: Once I am queen, I will be in a position to grant you whatever you wish. And I shall.

Anora: Alistair might promise you the same, I suppose, but I would ask which is better: the gratitude of a weak king or of a strong queen?

Anora: And even if it is not for you, think of what I could do for the Grey Wardens. Think of what I could do for your companions.

Anora: I trust I have made my point.

Bro: What if you had a strong king beside you?

Anora: Tempting.

Anora: I highly doubt, however, that any attempt to take a dwarf as my consort would be looked upon favorably.

Anora: I can see the benefits of what you propose, perhaps, but... no, it is impossible.

Bro: I agree. You'll have my support in the Landsmeet.

Anora: That is good to hear.

Anora: So we have a deal, Warden. I trust you'll keep your end of the bargain... now, I suppose, comes the task of dealing with my father.

Anora: That will be no small feat, of course, but I am certain you already know this.

Anora: I imagine you have much to do. Is there anything else you needed from me?

Bro: Do you need anything?

Anora: I... no. And while I know your concern is hardly disinterested, still... thank you.

That Warden guy is here too.

Riordan: I'm glad you made it safely away. I hear Howe's death has already brought no small amount of cheer to the city.

Bro: Could you tell me about that vault again?

Riordan: It's located just off the Market district. In the northern alley past the Gnawed Noble Tavern.

Riordan: I'll sketch out the code which will let you past the lock-wheel.

Riordan: Inside, you can take your pick of whatever equipment remains. It is the stockpile the Wardens have kept for centuries for the defense of Denerim.

Bro: I really should be going.

Riordan: Good luck to you, then. We will have to talk again when the Landsmeet is more settled.

We need to dump the shit we've collected.

Gorim: You do make your father proud, my lord.

Bro: May I see your wares?

Gorim: Certainly. You do me great honor, my lord.

Checking Warden cache in the warehouse.

Items here are not all that good. Duncan's shield could be a good gift for Alistair but I don't give a fuck about him.

The gate to the alienage.

Letter delivery is of utmost imperative.

Varel Baern: What do you need?

Bro: I have a letter for you from the Blackstone irregulars.

Varel Baern: I suppose a noble death fighting the Blighted wretches is better than basking in this squalor.

Varel Baern: They had better be paying well.

Elven thugs tried to beat humie to death but were scared away by Bro's presence.

Haggard Human: Ugh...

Bro: You're lucky they didn't kill you.

Haggard Human: I knew I shouldn't have cut through here. Bloody knife-ears...

Let's check this house.

Soris: It's you! Come in.

Soris: I didn't thank you before, did I?

Soris: I-I wish I could give you something. Everything I owned was lost to looters after the purge. Not that I had anything valuable to begin with.

Bro: Can you tell me what's going on here?

Soris: It's a plague, so they say. I've seen a few sick people since I've been back, but I don't know how bad it really is.

Nice, we even have NWN OC reference.

Soris: There are mages from Tevinter here, helping to treat it. But there's something odd going on, though.

Soris: My cousin Shianni could tell you more. You can't miss her, just look for the angriest woman in the alienage.

Bro: I should go.

Soris: I... know you've already done a lot for me, but... I have to ask...

Soris: Could you talk to Shianni? Please, I... I don't know what's going on here, but I know she's in over her head.

Bro: I'll see what I can do.

Soris: Really? I don't know what to say! Thank you! Maker bless you!

What's the cause of this unrest?

Elf Woman: I've got children at home! I can't wait out here for another day!

Shianni: So go home! The best thing you can do for your children is not trust these charlatans!

Healer Veras: Everyone remain calm. We will help as many as we can today, so long as we can do this in an orderly fashion.

Shianni: Oh, you're "helping" us, are you, shem? Like Valendrian and my uncle Cyrion, you helped them, didn't you? Helped them never to be seen again!

Healer Veras: (Sigh) We've explained this to you before, girl. More whining will not persuade us to let you into the quarantine to carry plague back out to the alienage.

Elf: Quit trying to get us all killed, Shianni! Some of us have still got things to live for.

Shianni: If this spell of theirs works, why are half the people they quarantine perfectly healthy?

Bro: What's going on?

Shianni: You shouldn't be here, dwarf. Your kind don't leave the Market District.

Shianni: Wait... Soris told me about you. You're the one who freed him from the dungeons.

Shianni: Those foreigners say they're here to help with our outbreak of plague. Funny thing, though, all the people they "help" disappear.

Elf Woman: That's not true, and you know it, Shianni! Both my sisters got the Tevinter spell cast on them, and they're fine.

Shianni: Where's your niece, then? And my uncle Cyrion? And Valendrian?

Bro: Slow down and just tell me what's happening here.

Shianni: These foreigners have taken dozens of elves into that house over the last few weeks, and none of them have been seen again.

Shianni: One of them was our hahren, Valendrian. And I don't know what we're going to do if we don't get him back.

Bro: I think I'll go take a look inside the hospice.

Shianni: They won't just let you in.

Bro: I wasn't going to ask.

Shianni: Well, just be careful. Those men are mages.

Mystical site of power.

Fuck the sneaking, we are doing things manly way.

Healer Saritor: I ask you to stand back. Some of these people are carrying the plague. The Alienage is not safe for visitors.

Bro: I want to see inside the quarantine.

Healer Veras: I'm afraid that is not possible.

Bro: I'm going in anyway. (Attack)

Healer Veras: Guards! Help me subdue him!

LOL, dumb elven sheeple tried to defend those responsible for their misfortune. They deserve no compassion.

Let's check the building.

A few soldiers inside...

...the proof of Loghain's misdeeds...

...and the cage full of cattle.

Elf: Help us! Please, we're not sick. Let us out of here!

Bro: How do I know you don't have the plague?

Elf: I swear, not one of us is sick! They take the sick ones out as soon as they come in. Please, help us!

Bro: I'm getting you our of here. (Open cages)

Elf: Thank you, friend!

Bro: Do you know what happens to the people they take?

Elf: I don't know, and I don't want to find out. We're leaving. Maker keep you.

We have some clues but we've yet to discover the fate of the majority of missing folk.

Let's continue our search in these apartments.

The apartments themselves are empty, but there are signs of violence everywhere.

The sextant from of one the job board quests is here.

It seems the apartments are not all that empty.

The door leading to the back alley.

Alley Guard: What's this? Another shipment already? We weren't--

Alley Guard: Wait, you're no Tevinter. Who are you supposed to be?

Bro: Who are you supposed to be?

Alley Guard: Quick, get them! Hurry!

The result is predictable. The warehouse ahead - we are getting close to the source.

Devera: What is the meaning of this? We were told that there would be no interference from the authorities!

Bro: I'm not with the "authorities".

Devera: Oh? An errant group of do-gooders, then?

Devera: You will regret this, you know. Believe it or not, we have been given dispensation to do our business here.

Devera: The humans talk a great deal about how very wrong slavery is, but isn't it funny how quickly the smell of gold overcomes such ideals?

Bro: (Intimidate) You'd best get out of my way. Now.

Devera: I am no fool. I can see that you are capable.

Devera: So be it. I will let Caladrius deal with you while I fetch the Regent's men. I suggest you leave while you still can.

Shove your suggestions where sun never shines. Forward and only forward.

Wow, bad guy who's actually reasonable.

Caladrius: I am Caladrius. And you, I assume, must be the Grey Warden I've heard so much about.

Bro: I don't care who you are; you're going to die.

Caladrius: Are you certain you wish to commit such rash action, Grey Warden? Look around you. Surely we can reach some kind of... compromise?

Bro: Let's talk again after I've slaughtered your friends.

Caladrius (Sigh) Pity. It looks as if we shall have to settle this the hard way, then. My apologies.

He uses frost spells which work against his own soldiers too.

A serious beating and he's even more willing to bargain.

Caladrius: Enough! Enough!

Caladrius: It... seems your reputation is an accurate one. I surrender.

Bro: I suggest you come up with a new offer. Fast.

Caladrius: Were I to... use the life force of the remaining slaves here, I could... augment your physical health a great deal!

Caladrius: Allow me to leave this place alive and I would be more than happy to do this little service for you.

Morrigan: Hmm, an interesting offer, if a tad messy.

Caladrius: So... is my offer of interest to you? Yes?

Bro: Yes. It is.

Zevran: And what of the elves this mage would sacrifice? Are they simply coin to be spent for your favor?

Bro: (Persuade) An assassin thinks this is too cold-blooded?

Zevran: Perhaps you have a point.

Caladrius: Then allow me to gather my strength. You may feel a moment of dizziness...

Caladrius: And we are done. Now I will go. Quickly.

He runs away

Zevran disapproves -8

Finished.

lightbane · May 8, 2010

What? So this Blood Mage was sacrificing elves as a power source or something? And why you cannot get the power-up AND kill him?

Brother None · May 10, 2010

lightbane said:
What? So this Blood Mage was sacrificing elves as a power source or something? And why you cannot get the power-up AND kill him?

No, the Blood Mage was just dealing them as slaves. But blood magic can use blood, elven or otherwise, like that.

I guess you couldn't kill him because you were dizzy?

What's the boon Calradius gives again? +1 con?

Twinkle · May 11, 2010

+1 con?

Yes.

Our adventures in the Alienage are not over. In fact the quest that follows is probably the best sidequest in the game.

Ser Otto: Is someone there? Maker's blessing to you, child.

Ser Otto: Be not afraid. I still have some sight to see you by.

Bro: What happened to you eyes?

Ser Otto: I appreciate your candor -- most stare, Or worse, the awkward silence.

Ser Otto: I'm a templar. I lost my sight in a battle with a powerful maleficar.

Ser Otto: He called flame from the air and burned my face. The scars have healed, but my sight will never recover.

Bro: Enough small talk. How can I help you?

Ser Otto: In my time in the Alienage I've come to feel there is... something sinister at work here. What exactly, I know not.

Ser Otto: It look patience, but some elves opened up to me and I've heard their sad tales. But I've found no real evidence to support my fears. Ears alone have done all they can.

Ser Otto: I was hoping you could be my eyes. Look around the Alienage for anything out of the ordinary.

Bro: Any reward for helping?

Ser Otto: Sometimes the doing is its own reward. I'm a poor templar with little to offer.

Ser Otto: But anyone who helps me will earn my thanks and my prayers.

Bro: What should I look for?

Ser Otto: I don't know. I have a feeling that there is something to be found, though.

Ser Otto: You seem capable. I have hope that you will find what I seek.

Ser Otto: Maker watch over you, child.

All clues point to the orphanage.

This pool of blood is still damp. Besides the coppery smell of blood, you also pick up the faint scent of bad eggs.

This is the corpse of a rabid dog. It looks like he was skewered with a spear.

Nobody has cleaned up the body, and it appears to have been dead for some time.

Let's speak with Otto again.

Ser Otto: What have you found?

Bro: Pools of blood that smell of rotten eggs.

Ser Otto: There's been no fighting in the Alienage recently... Which means the blood is not congealing.

No fighting?! LOL.

Ser Otto: I suppose there could be some explanation for it...

Ser Otto: Hmmmm... That's by the orphanage, right? A sad place. Did you find anything else?

Bro: There's a dead dog in the alley.

Ser Otto: I'll report that at once. I have heard such afflictions can spread -- even from a corpse.

Ser Otto: I suppose someone may not have known that...

Ser Otto: One odd thing I am willing to believe -- but two is no coincidence. Let's head to the orphanage.

Ser Otto: Both of your clues were near there.

Bro: Let's go.

To the orphanage.

Ser Otto: The... feeling is intense here. This is the right place.

Ser Otto: I know not if it's the work of the maleficarum -- but there is definitely evil here.

Ser Otto: You go first; I will follow.

We hear weird voices and witness strange flashes.

First encounter with real enemy - a bunch of rabid dogs. Ser Otto can be killed in these encounters which is quest-breaking event.

Ghosts.

We "meet" one of the demons ruling over this place.

Ser Otto: This. This is the center of it.

Demon 1: Leave, mortal, you do not belong here!

Ser Otto: Blessed be the Maker and His prophet Andraste--

Demon 1: Your pathetic Maker is nothing compared to my glory!

Ser Otto: I command you: show yourself, demon! Hide in the shadows no more!

Demon 1: You dare to command me?! Let us see if your precious Maker can protect you now, worm!

The demon is defeated in few strikes. Suspiciously easy.

Ser Otto: We won...

Ser Otto: At one time, I considered myself quite the warrior, but you accomplished here what I never could.

Ser Otto: But... something still isn't right...

Ser Otto: I feel there is more to this. Nearby. The building next to us.

Ser Otto: I can feel it, just on the other side of this wall.

A bit of ghosthunting.

The second fire-mouthed baddy's hideout (they all seem to have predator vision).

Demon 2: You think you are safe?

Ser Otto: Though the Golden City has fallen, I have seen your face and your light, I am your --

Demon 2: Save your pedantic Chant for you sermons, templar. You have killed my brood.

Ser Otto: The Maker compels you; show yourself!

Demon 2: The Maker? There is no Maker. There is no Golden City. But there are demons, yesss...

Ser Otto: I hear not your blasphemy. By Andraste and all the Divine after Her, I order you to face me!

Demon 2: You delusional fool!

Another easy fight.

Ser Otto: We have done it again. I feel the darkness receding.

Ser Otto: I have seen the work of demon before. Some maleficarum consort with them.

Ser Otto: But the Maker must have guided--

Whoops. I guess that's the trademark plot twist.

Demon Boss: And now you die!

No, you!

The abandoned orphanage is purified and the quest is completed. However, there is a strange amulet in this chest, somehow connected with dark events.

It belongs to insane beggar sitting on the street.

Deranged Beggar: The bad men... they are quiet.

Deranged Beggar: They call for blood no more.

Bro: Is this amulet yours? I found it in the orphanage.

Deranged Beggar: It's my grandmother's. You found it, ser.

Deranged Beggar: May I have it?

Bro: (Give amulet) Here you go.

Deranged Beggar: I feel... I feel like a mist is leaving.

Deranged Beggar: Oh thank you, ser. I have to... to live my life.

So, the Alienage is done and dusted.

But we've yet to secure noble voices for the Landsmeet. All the important ones stay in Gnawed Noble Tavern.

No need for additional errands, just some talking.

Sighard: Whoever you are I -- wait. I know you.

Sighard: My son described you in great detail. He tells me that I owe you his life.

Bro: So, how much is that worth to you?

Sighard: Oswyn is my only son. You may ask any reward it is in my power to find.

Bro: I was thinking cold hard coin.

Sighard: Whem my grandfather's brother was taken by the Orlesians, they asked for forty sovereigns for his safe return.

Sighard: Will that do?

Bro: (Persuade) I don't know... prices have gone up since then.

Sighard: Fifty then. What care I for gold when it won't help my son walk without pain.

Sighard: Thank you again. Know that I will stand behind you at the Landsmeet, with all the support I can muster.

Sighard: In fact, I'm taking my supper today with Bann Reginalda of the White River Bannorn. I'll speak with her about this at once.

Bann Alfstanna: May I help you?

Bro: I was asked to give this to you. (Give her the ring.)

Bann Alfstanna: This... is Irminric's. Explain yourself. My brother would no more part with this ring than with his head.

Bro: You might ask Loghain.

Bann Alfstanna: Loghain! What does my brother have to do with him?

Bro: He was captured while chasing a maleficar.

Bann Alfstanna: Captured by whom? And why? I think I will have to get this story from my brother himself.

Bann Alfstanna: I thank you for bringing me this news. If you will be so kind as to tell me where he is, I will go to him at once.

Bro: What is this infromation worth to you?

Bann Alfstanna: This necklace has been in my family since before the days of King Calenhad. It was crafted by the Circle. And it will be yours if you tell me where my brother is.

Bro: If I tell you this, I want your support in the Landsmeet.

Bann Alfstanna: Ah, politics. You're more canny than I thought. My voice will be yours, then, assuming I find Irminric alive.

Bro: He's in the dungeon of Howe's estate here in Denerim.

Bann Alfstanna: Thank you. Take this: Waking Sea will not forget your assistance.

Arl Wulff: Wonderful, another one. I suppose you're here to ask for donation, too.

Arl Wulff: Boy, take your petition to the darkspawn if it's so important to you. They hold my arling now. I hear they're charitable folk.

Bro: I'm not here for a handout. I'm a Grey Warden.

Arl Wulff: Shouldn't you be dead, then? How quick did you cut leash and run at Ostagar?

Arl Wulff: No matter. I've nothing left for you to take, Grey Warden. Not even my sons. You're wasting your time here.

Bro: What happened to your sons?

Arl Wulff: What do you think happened? Did the Blight escape your notice?

Arl Wulff: War claims the young and strong first. And plague doesn't care about skill or bravery.

Arl Wulff: (Sigh) There's no point talking about it. Leave me. I've nothing for you, anyway.

All is set. We can call the Landsmeet at last.

Arl Eamon: Ah, there you are! I was about to send out a search party.

Arl Eamon: I've been hearing of a great commotion in the alienage. What exactly happened there?

Bro: I have proof Loghain was involved in slave trading.

Arl Eamon: Maker forgive me: I should be appalled that such a thing could exist here, but I'm overjoyed you can implicate Loghain.

Arl Eamon: We must end the civil war quickly. What the Blight does not corrupt in this land, politics surely will.

Arl Eamon: The last of our allies have arrived in the city, we cannot delay any longer: I will call for the Landsmeet to convene.

Arl Eamon: Bring Alistair and join me at the palace as soon as you are ready, Warden.

The last chance to present Alistair his mentor's shield. Strangely, Bro felt a bit of compassion for poor royal bastard.

Alistair: This... this shield. It's Duncan's, isn't it? That's his crest...

Bro: Just don't start crying or anything, all right?

Alistair: Thank you. Truly. I had no idea his shield wasn't with him. This is perfect.

Alistair: I don't know how to express my gratitude. This means a great deal to me.

Bro: Just take it and let's go.

Alistair: Of -- of course. Thank you again.

Alistair approves +8

Collecting the reward.

Chanter Rosamund: Though stung with a hundred arrows, though suffering from ailments both great and small, his heart was strong and he moved on.

We reached the place without any annoying random encounters. It's time for Bro to make a weighty decision.

Kthan75 · May 11, 2010

Voted Loghain, for a couple of reasons:
- I didn't pick him in my first play, and I won't be picking him in my second (since my char is romancing Alistair)
- Alistair is too much of a pussy for Bro :D

Good job with the LP, btw!

Brother None · May 11, 2010

Oh my!

Also, you really like that side-quest? I thought the atmosphere felt rather forced, the predator-o vision was just lulzy

Serious_Business · May 11, 2010

Too much shit in one page

You should re-name the thread title to Boring Age : Faggots

Brother None · May 11, 2010

Kthan75 said:
Voted Loghain, for a couple of reasons:

Loghain just makes sense, especially for Bro who doesn't even like Alistair.

Like I said before, I like the char, and he makes a p good companion.

No (b)romance option tho

Sceptic · May 11, 2010

Voted Loghain. Then of course you designate Loghain to die when fighting the Archdemon :smug:

Brother None said:
What's the boon Calradius gives again? +1 con?

That's it?

Radisshu · May 11, 2010

Brother None said:
Kthan75 said:

Voted Loghain, for a couple of reasons:

Click to expand...

Loghain just makes sense, especially for Bro who doesn't even like Alistair.

Yeah, if not more so for a goody-two-shoes character, by giving Loghain a chance to redeem himself, sort of.

Twinkle · May 14, 2010

The Landsmeet.

Arl Eamon: My lords and ladies of the Landsmeet, Teyrn Loghain would have us give up our freedoms, our traditions, out of fear!

Arl Eamon: He placed us on this path, yet we should place our destiny in his hands? Must we sacrifice everything good about our nation to save it?

Cheers.

Loghain: A fine performance, Eamon, but no one here is taken by it.

Loghain: You would attempt to put a puppet on the throne and every soul here knows it. The better question is, "Who will pull the strings?"

Loghain: Ah! And here we have the puppeteer.

Loghain: Tell us, Warden: How will the Orlesians take our nation from us? Will they deign to send their troops, or simply issue their commands though this would-be prince?

Loghain: Where is the famous steadfastness of the dwarves? How much did it cost the empress to buy your loyalty?

Bro: (Persuade) The Blight is the threat here, not Orlais!

Bann Alfstanna: There are enough refugees in my bannorn now to make that abundantly clear.

Arl Wulff: The south is fallen, Loghain! Will you let darkspawn take the whole country for fear of Orlais?

Loghain: The Blight is indeed real, Wulff. But do we need Grey Wardens to fight it?

Loghain: They claim that they alone can end the Blight, yet they failed spectacularly against the darkspawn at Ostagar, and they ask to bring with them four legions of chevaliers.

Loghain: And once we open our borders to the chevaliers, can we really expect them to simply return from whence they came?

Bro: You allowed Rendon Howe to imprison and torture innocents.

Sighard: The Warden speaks truly! My son was taken under cover of night. The things done to him... some of them are beyond any healer's skill.

Loghain: Howe was responsible for himself. He will answer to the Maker for any wrongs committed in this life. As must we all.

Loghain: But you know that. You were the one who murdered him.

Loghain: Whatever Howe may have done, he should have been brought before the seneschal. There is no justice in butchering a man in his home.

Bro: No? Then why did you send a blood mage to poison Arl Eamon?

Loghain: I assure you, Warden, if I were going to send someone, it would be my own soldiers. I would not trust to the discretion of an apostate.

Bann Alfstanna: Indeed? My brother tells a very different tale. He says you snatched a blood mage from the Chantry's justice. Coincidence?

Grand Cleric Elemena: Do not think the Chantry will overlook this, Teyrn Loghain. Interference in a templar's sacred duties is an offense against the Maker.

Loghain: Whatever I have done, I will answer for later. At the moment, however, I wish to know what this Warden has done with my daughter.

Bro: What have I done? I've protected her from you.

Loghain: You took my daughter -- our queen -- by force, killing her guards in the process. What arts have you employed to keep her? Does she even still live?

Anora: I believe I can speak for myself.

Anora: Lords and ladies of Ferelden, hear me. My father is no longer the man you know. This man is not the hero of River Dane.

Anora: This man turned his troops aside and refused to protect your king as he fought bravely against the darkspawn.

Anora: This man seized Cailan's throne before his body was cold and locked me away so I could not reveal his treachery.

Anora: I would have already been killed, if not for this Grey Warden.

Bro: The queen speaks the truth.

Loghain: So the Warden's influence has poisoned even your mind, Anora?

Loghain: I wanted to protect you from this.

Loghain: My lords and ladies, our land has been threatened before. It's been invaded, and lost, and won times beyond counting.

Loghain: We Fereldans have proven that we will never truly be conquered so long as we are united. We must not let ourselves be divided now. Stand with me, and we shall defeat even the Blight itself.

Bryland: South Reach stands with the Grey Wardens.

Bann Alfstanna: Waking Sea stands with the Grey Warden!

Sighard: Dragon's Peak supports the Warden!

Arl Wulff: The Western Hills throw their lot in with the Wardens. Maker help us.

Ceorlic: I stand by Loghain! We've no hope of victory otherwise.

Noble: I stand with the Warden! The Blight is coming; we need the Grey Wardens!

Wow, you're a freaking genius, man.

Bro: The Landsmeet is against you, Loghain. Step down gracefully.

Loghain: Traitors! Which of you stood against Orlesian emperor when his troops flattened your fields and raped your wives?

Loghain: You fought with us once, Eamon. You cared about this land once. Before you got too old and fat and content to even see what you risk.

Loghain: None of you deserve a say in what happens here! None of you have spilled blood for this land the way I have!

Loghain: How dare you judge me!

Bro: Call of your men and we'll settle this honorably.

Loghain: Then let us end this.

Loghain: I suppose we both knew it would come to this.

Loghain: A man is made by the quality of his enemies. Maric told me that once.

Loghain: I wonder if it's more a compliment to you or me.

Loghain: Enough. Let the Landsmeet declare the terms of the duel.

Bann Alfstanna: It shall be fought according to tradition: a test of arms in single combat until one party yields. And we who are assembled will abide by the outcome.

Loghain: Will you face me yourself, or have you a champion?

Bro: I'll fight this duel myself.

Loghain: It is you or me the men will follow. So let us fight for it. Prepare yourself.

Let da fightan begin!

Coward.

BROwned.

Loghain: I underestimated you, Warden. I thought you were like Cailan, a child wanting to play at war.

Loghain: I was wrong. There's a strength in you that I have not seen anywhere since Maric died. I yield.

Bro: I accept your surrender.

Alistair: I didn't just hear you say that. You're going to let him live? After everything he's done? Kill him, already!

Riordan: Wait! There is another option!

Riordan: The teyrn is a warrior and general of renown. Let him be of use. Let him go through the Joining.

Bro: Would that even work? He's not exactly loyal to us.

Riordan: What does loyalty matter? We are what we are.

Riordan: The Joining binds us to the darkspawn. You know this. If you were to forswear your oath and flee today, you'd find yourself in the Deep Roads or the Blight-lands, given time.

Riordan: You'd seek them out, or they'd seek you.

Anora: The Joining itself is often fatal, is it not? If he survives, you gain a general. If not, you have your revenge. Doesn't that satisfy you?

Alistair: Absolutely not! Riordan, this man abandoned our brothers and then blamed us for the deed! He hunted us down like animals. He tortured you! How can we simply forget that?

Bro: Riordan has a point, we should put him through the Joining.

Alistair: Joining the Wardens is an honor, not a punishment! Name him a Warden and you cheapen us all! I will not stand next to him as a brother. I won't!

Bro: Not all of us have spotless honor, you know.

Alistair: Some things can't be undone or forgiven. This goes way beyond having spotless honor, we aren't talking about a minor hiccup in his past!

Alistair: I didn't want to be king, I still don't. But... If that's what it takes to see Loghain get justice, then I'll do it. I'll take the crown.

Anora: Listen to this! Can you see how disastrous a king he'd be, putting his own selfish desires above the needs of his country? You can't seriously support him.

Bro: You're right. Anora, take the crown.

Alistair: You're siding with her? How could you do this to me? You of all people?

Bro: Even you think she'd be a better ruler.

Alistair: What's wrong with you? He's repeatedly tried to kill us both, and side with him over me?

Bro: Alistair, don't be hysterical.

Alistair: I'm not. I'm perfectly lucid. I will not stand beside Loghain. And neither should you.

Alistair: I guess I don't have any choice, do I? I'm leaving.

Anora: I'm afraid it's not so simple as that, Alistair.

Alistair: You already got what you wanted. Your murdering father gets a place amongst the Grey Wardens. What else could you want from me?

Anora: Your life, unfortunately. So long as you live, rebellions can be raised in your name. Or land cannot endure another civil war. I must call for your execution.

Bro: It's about time.

Alistair: Did someone replace my fellow Grey Warden with a pit viper when I wasn't looking?

Alistair: What happened to you? Can you hear yourself? I'm going to be thrown on the pyre along with Duncan and all the others, am I? Nothing I did counts for anything?

Bro: Be a man, Alistair. For once.

Anora: Guards, take him away, please.

The execution itself is not shown which is a really big mistake. Better yet, I'd like to have an option to execute him myself.

Anora: And now, lords and ladies of Ferelden. There is still a Blight to defeat and armies to gather, and I appoint this man to lead us in both.

Anora: We will not allow this land to be further threatened by the archdemon.

Anora: Gather your forces and await the Warden's command.

Anora: On the morrow, we shall begin our struggle against the greatest threat Ferelden has ever faced.

Anora: And we shall triumph over it, for we are Fereldan!

And there was much rejoicing

Cut

Riordan: You are called upon to submit yourself to the taint for the greater good.

Riordan: From this moment forth, you are a Grey Warden.

Loghain: I... understand.

Some time after

Anora: So it's done. My father lives and for good or ill he is now a Grey Warden.

Anora: Thank you for... giving him the opportunity to undergo the ritual. It couldn't have been easy.

Bro: Don't expect him to live much longer.

Anora: I don't, to tell the truth. I am simply glad that he didn't end there, in disgrace. Thank the Maker for small mercies.

Anora: Arl Eamon has left for Redcliffe, and tells me that our armies have almost fully gathered there. I will be heading there, myself.

Anora: Bring your companions and join us at Redcliffe Castle as soon as you are able. You have united Ferelden, Warden... now we face the Blight.

That's our final party composition.

As a bonus, I've uploaded video version of Landsmeet on Jewtube. Templeman is awesome voice actor, even considering that Loghain is hardly his finest work.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jhg1CgZngYc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXIz_Dg_MAU

TNO · May 16, 2010

Watching the video makes me appreciate just how shit this game is. Thanks for playing it.

:brofist:

lightbane · May 16, 2010

Lol, so a combat is obligatory no matter how well the assembly goes?

Erebus · May 16, 2010

Twinkle said:
Alistair: Did someone replace my fellow Grey Warden with a pit viper when I wasn't looking?

Alistair really hasn't been paying attention, has he ?

Twinkle · May 17, 2010

Drake scale armor for Zevran should be finished by now. Let's grab it.

Herren: We're closed. Oh, it's you.

Master Wade: The drake scale armor is done!

Master Wade: And it's... well, decent. A few things I'm rather proud of.

Master Wade: And it didn't take as long as I feared. Odd.

Herren: You better be very proud, Wade. We can't afford any more flights of fancy.

Master Wade: I feel good, actually. I wouldn't mind working on lord such-and-such's armor today.

Herren: We'll see how long this lasts. Here's your armor. Now, please leave.

The reward for visiting places of power.

Mages' Collective Liaison: The client is very pleased. Come back soon.

Never. We have an unfinished business with that scalie at mountain top. It's time to correct this.

Using the horn to summon the dragon.

Freeze-chop.

Die, bitch! BTW all high dragons in this game are female.

Back to the shop.

Herren: Welcome... Oh, its you.

Herren: Please leave. And if you have any more scales, you can shove them...

Bro: Actually, I have some dragon scales.

Herren: You just don't know when to quit--

Master Wade: Ho, ho, ho! Why so glum, Herren. Today is a glorious day.

Master Wade: Today, I make dragon scale armor!

Herren: I just feel giddy.

Bro: What can you make with it?

Master Wade: Patience, patience.

Master Wade: Now, I've dreamed of what I would do every night. It's in my head, in perfect clarity. I will be the work of hours.

Herren: Wh-What? You're serious.

Master Wade: Absolutely. The only question is what type of armor. Dragon scale is marvelous, flexible, and tough.

Master Wade: I could make a lighter set of dragonskin armor, heavy dragonscale armor, or dragonbone plate.

Master Wade: What interests you?

Bro: The strongest armor you can make: the dragonbone plate.

Master Wade: Excellent. Excellent! Now don't move.

Master Wade: There you go. My life's work, that is.

Cut

Herren: You did it so... fast?

Master Wade: Of course, Herren, have some faith. I am a master armorer, you know.

Herren: Miracles never cease. But you. You're not welcome here any more.

Master Wade: I need a sabbatical. Maybe someplace warm.

Herren: I hate my life.

We won't see this pair of annoying faggets again... until the next expansion.

No more diversions. Bro is focused only on the main quest.

The damned village is getting raped again.

Redcliffe Survivor: It's... it's you! The Grey Warden!

Redcliffe Survivor: Andraste's mercy that you got here when you did! I thought for sure these monsters were going to get me!

Bro: Where is the Arl's army?

Redcliffe Survivor: In the castle, I think. The Arl ordered everyone in the village evacuated there this morning, just before the darkspawn arrived.

Redcliffe Survivor: I thought I could make it to my home and back before they got here, but it took me too long to get down here. What a relief you arrived!

Bro: Is the Archdemon here?

Redcliffe Survivor: Err.. I didn't see anything that I'd call the Archdemon. Isn't it supposed to be a big dragon? No, nothing like that.

Redcliffe Survivor: I'm going to get out of here before any more of those things arrive! Thank you again!

Wiping the darkspawn in the village is not mandatory, but easy xp never hurt.

To the castle.

It's already being attacked.

Wimpy Ogre Alpha is the last enemy to kill, yet there is no sign of the real horde.

Messenger: My lord! You're here! Thank goodness!

Bro: Where is the Queen and Arl Eamon?

Messenger: They are both inside with Riordan of the Grey Wardens, who arrived this morning just ahead of the darkspawn.

Messenger: I was told that he has urgent news, and to send out patrols to watch for your arrival. Then we were attacked...

Bro: Take me inside. There must be no more delays!

Messenger: I should take you to the hall right away, my lord. They'll be waiting for you there.

Riordan: It's good to see you unharmed. And you as well, Loghain.

Loghain: Yes. What a pleasure to see you again.

Riordan: The darkspawn that attacked Redcliffe were relatively few in number, I'm afraid. It was assumed the horde was marching in this direction... but that is now true.

Arl Eamon: Riordan tells us that the bulk of the horde is, in fact, heading towards Denerim. They are perhaps two days away from the capital.

Anora: How certain are we that this is good information?

Riordan: I ventured close enough to "listen in," as it were. I am quite certain.

Bro: Then we need to march at once.

Riordan: There is, I'm afraid one other piece of news that is of even greater concern.

Riordan: The archdemon has shown itself. The dragon is at the head of the horde.

Lord Teagan: Maker preserve us!

Anora: And we won't be able to reach Denerim within two days.

Arl Eamon: We must begin a forced march to the capital immediately, with what we have. Denerim must be defended at all costs.

Bro: I agree. We've collected an army -- let's use it.

Riordan: The horde must be defeated, but the archdemon is our true target.

Riordan: And only the Grey Wardens can defeat the archdemon. That is why we must go.

Anora: Then we march, and hope the army collected here gives you the chance you need.

Anora: Arl Eamon, how long before the army can set out?

Arl Eamon: By daybreak, your Majesty.

Anora: Then give the order. The longer we delay, the longer Denerim will be at the mercy of the horde.

Bro: This sounds like suicide!

Loghain: My sentiments exactly.

Riordan: This may be our only chance to face the archdemon. We could stop the Blight here, before it truly starts.

Arl Eamon: I will give you the orders at once, and will notify you the moment we are ready to march.

Anora: Excellent.

Riordan: Then if you and Loghain could meet me before you retire, we have Grey Warden business to discuss.

Arl Eamon: I will have someone show you to your rooms. I suggest you all get some rest, while you can. We will need it.

The only chance for some shopping and enchantment.

Sandal: Enchantment?

Bro: I want some enchanting done.

Sandal: Enchantment!

Bodahn Feddic: Ah! Fancy meeting you here!

Bodahn Feddic: I heard rumors that Redcliffe was once again open for business, but my word! Isn't it amazing! Such bustle!

Bodahn Feddic: The arl has kindly offered my son and I lodgings in exchange for supplies. I'm happy to help him... and you too, of course! If you have need of my wares, you have but to ask!

Bro: Let me see your wares, Bodahn.

Bodahn Feddic: I'm sure you'll be pleased with the goods my boy and I have collected. And with your discount!

Riordan: You are both here. Good.

Riordan: You are new to the Grey Wardens, and you may not have been told how an archdemon is slain. I need to know if that is so.

Loghain: It is, indeed. I, for one, am most intrigued to hear this.

Riordan: So it is true. Duncan had not yet told you. I had simply assumed...

Riordan: Tell me, have you ever wondered why the Grey Wardens are needed to defeat the darkspawn?

Bro: I thought "necessary" might be an exaggeration.

Riordan: It is no exaggeration, I'm afraid.

Riordan: The archdemon may be slain as any other darkspawn, but should any other than a Grey Warden do the slaying, it will not be enough.

Riordan: The essence of the beast will pass through the taint to the nearest darkspawn and will be reborn anew in that body. The dragon is thus all but immortal.

Riordan: But if the archdemon is slain by the Grey Warden... its essence travels into the Grey Warden, instead.

Bro: And... what happens to the Grey Warden?

Riordan: A darkspawn is an empty, soulless vessel, but a Grey Warden is not. The essence of the archdemon is destroyed... and so is the Grey Warden.

Loghain: The Grey Warden that kills the archdemon perishes.

Riordan: Yes. Without the archdemon, the Blight ends. It is the only way.

Bro: Is there no other way? Must a Grey Warden die?

Riordan: As far as we know, the transfer of the archdemon's essence is automatic. If one of us is not present when the killing blow is made, it is all for nothing.

Riordan: There is no other way. For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

Bro: So it's up to the three of us to kill this thing.

Riordan: In Blights past, when the time came the eldest of the Grey Wardens would decide which amongst them would take that final blow.

Riordan: If possible, the final blow should be mine to make. I am the eldest, and the taint will not spare me much longer.

Riordan: But if I fail, the deed falls on you. The Blight must be stopped now or it will destroy all of Ferelden before the rest of the Grey Wardens can assemble. Remember that.

Riordan: But enough. There will be much to do tomorrow and little enough time to rest before it. I will let you return to your rooms.

Loghain: Then this will be dealt with soon, one way or the other.

Riordan: So it will. Let us hope it ends for the better.

But the room is not empty.

Twinkle · May 17, 2010

This is it, bros. Choose your own ending. The game provides three options:

a) A Dark Promise. Bro makes love with Morrigan, she stays with the party until the end, everyone survives.

b) Redeemer. Bro declines Morrigan's offer, she leaves the party, Loghain makes the final blow to the archdemon and dies.

c) The Ultimate Sacrifice. Again, Bro declines Morrigan's offer, she leaves the party, Bro makes the final blow to the archdemon and dies.

VasectomyOmega · May 17, 2010

Be a bro and get that pussy, dawg.

Hieromancer · May 17, 2010

Hear, hear!

Think now, what is the Bro thing to do? To sacrifice yourself for the greater good, to have another redeem themselves, or to take the third option by sacrificing an unborn child instead?

:twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

taplonaplo · May 17, 2010

Don't kill ma bro, rather sacrifice the other tool, that Loghain guy really had it coming.

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