PART 8 - WAYWARD CHILDREN.
My plans for the future are simple. I'll move from rumors category to plot quests to secondary etc., until I hit fifty-something sovereigns.
Today's task - Wayward Son. For now it's listed in the rumors section, but actually it is a plot-related quest.
What?
Just wondering if the feathered pauldrons are an essential part of the moody rebel mage persona.
What are you talking about?
I'm working on an epic poem about a hopelessly romantic apostate waging an epic struggle against forces he can't possibly defeat.
What do you mean, "Can't possibly defeat?"
Well, it's not a good story unless the hero dies.
It starts in the alienage. We see an elven mom arguing with a templar about her missing son.
I am sorry for your loss, Mistress. But I can offer your son mercy only if he turns himself in.
I'm trying to find him, but--
The templars cannot tolerate apostates.
Can we help this woman? This could be Mother...
Sobs
You won't be able to protect your son from the templars alone.
I have done all I can to protect him.
I am Arianni. My boy, Feynriel... he's all I have, all my family. When I learned he had magic, I could not bear to send him to the Circle.
But his connection to the Fade... it gives him nightmares, dreams of demons, speaking in his mind. I would rather lose him to the Circle than to himself.
When I find him, it's my decision whether he is safer in the Circle... or eliminated.
How could you? We would never--
No! Please don't hurt him. He's just a boy. Talk to him. I know you'll see he's a good lad. He just needs to be protected from himself.
I don't know where Feynriel has gone, but there are two places you might start your search.
Ser Thrask has been looking for him. If you speak to him in the Gallows, he'll be able to tell you what ground he's already covered.
And Feynriel's father, Vincento, recently returned from Antiva. He's a merchant in the Lowtown Bazaar. Feynriel might have sought him out.
I'll ask around, but no guarantees.
Magic can be a fearful gift. Your son deserves the best aid learning how to manage it.
Thank you. It has been a lonely time, hiding. It's almost a relief to finally confront this openly.
Bethany rivalry +10
Anders rivalry +5
Unfortunately, there isn't much profit potential in this. On the other hand fulfilling this task can boost relationships with mage companions. I chose to pursue father route. He's in the Lowtown as well.
Greetings, serah. You look like a man who'd be interested in the finest Antivan steel to grace his hand.
I bring only the best northern merchandise to the Free Marches.
Actually, I'm more interested in your son.
Son? I have never had that privilege, serah. My poor wife, she is back in Antiva, and cannot see me often with my travels.
Please, serah. I know you must fear for Feynriel, but we mean him no harm.
Hrmph. Hard to tell in this city who means who harm, no?
You've got an elf-blood bastard running around and I know you know where to find him.
H-Hold off, all right? Yesterday was the first I met the boy.
Seemed like a good lad. The kind of son I might have been proud of.
The boy's in over the head, so I sent him to the only man I know who doesn't despise mages. A former templar named Samson.
Does this Samson have a residence in Kirkwall?
No. He's a wanted man.
He stays out of sight during the day. At night, he stays near Darktown. That's the best place to find them.
Ah, the night map. Prepare for more bandit attacks.
This one didn't go too well despite my mages dominating the terrain.
We found a letter on one of the corpses. It describes local bandit boss location.
Easy as pie.
A woman offers to kill even more similar groups. Fuck that, the rewards aren't good enough to compensate for the waste of time and healing potions.
The guy we are supposed to meet is just a few steps away.
Heh. Ol' Vincento said someone might come sniffing around.
You're looking for the boy, right? Feyn-something?
I'll tell you now, there's not much I can do for you.
You don't cooperate, and the templars will know you're helping rogue mages.
Rogue... is that what you should be called, just for wanting to live like a person, not a beast?
Wish I could do more, but I need coin to live, and your lad Feynriel didn't have any.
I pity any mage who is forces to rely on you for protection.
I pointed him to a ship captain I know. Reiner. Sometimes he'll take on runaways. Took another apostate last week -- girl I sent him.
Might have gone wrong, though. I heard rumors he took the both of them captive instead.
If Faynriel's not in one piece when I find him, I'm coming after you next.
Rein it in, friend. Was just trying to do the lad a good turn.
Rumor has it Reiner had the pair of them locked in a quays warehouse. Somewhere close to dockside.
You want to go looking, you might find the lad before he gets ransomed to the templars. Or worse.
The "good" ex-templar is a lyrium junkie who is sending mages to a slaver den. Grimdark. The docks are our next goal.
Raiders.
The entrance is blocked by a large group of raiders. They are here because I've triggered "Secret Rendesvous" quest several updates before. The first voice belongs to a pirate captain. The second - to one of the city officials. It seems that good old viscount is involved in some shady dealings, being afraid of possible Amaranthine domination (the new Warden-Commander's base).
Man 1: I lost two of my men for damned wheat!
Man 2: If it flies Amaranthine colors, you sink her.
Man 1: Careful, lickspittle. My men and I aren't accustomed to taking orders.
Man 2: The viscount's pardon comes with strings. If Amaranthine is left unchecked, they will rule the Waking Sea.
Man 1: Piss on that. What do I care?
Man 2: A dozen war galleys hunting your kind to extinction says you'll care.
guard: Messere, someone's nearby!
This fight is a bitch (two assassins at once) but kiting does the job.
Of course the location is populated by even more filler meat and full of traps.
Enchantment
Instead of Feynriel we find a mage girl surrounded by angry slavers.
Get ahold of her!
Please! Help me! Anyone...
Get the hands! I heard they can't do no spells without hands!
And the girl turns into an abomination.
You know nothing of magic!
We have to fight both pirates and rising corpses.
He's right. Need to check the bodies.
Uh-huh. It appears she was a daughter of that templar we encountered during the daytime.
But our real target, Feynriel, is absent. The key to his disappearance lies in this chest.
The Darktown, then. But treating injuries and buying potions comes first.
Ah, another delivery. More coin never hurts.
It seems that my sister and the midget have mutual interest in each other.
Your family used to be noble, right?
By some definition of the term.
Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like, if you were still nobles?
Sunshine, nobility is just an expensive lifestyle. I've already got one of those.
Nobles have power, too. And responsibilities.
Estates, servants, investments, mercenaries, assassins? We've still got all those things.
It's sunnier here, and nobody calls me my lord. I think I can live with that.
That Danzig guy.
Why, look here, boys. Volunteers! Clap 'em in irons, and let's see what the Tevinters will pay for them.
I'd make a terrible slave. I talk too much.
And I do that.
In a single ligthning-fast movement Awesome draws his dagger and puts it to mage's throat.
But... the mage grabs Hawke's wrist and pushes him away.
Fucking disgrace.
Nobody threatens me on my ground.
Shut this buck up!
It boils down to a conventional combat. I wonder if any of you, my dear readers, managed to succeed at that attempt?
There's got to be something here that shows where he shipped Feynriel.
Looks like they took him to some bolt hole in the Wounded Coast.
Yeah. This time I'll catch him.
Ah, the horny dudes. Tal-Vashoth are the outcasts who abandoned the way of Qun.
But they aren't our goal for now.
We kill everyone who stands in our way.
And the slaver boss is ready to bargain. Too late, I'm too angry to larp a diplomat after all those filler encounters.
Take one more step, and the boy dies.
I'll take that chance.
Damnation!
You're no good to me as a corpse. Get down!
No matter how you handle it, bastard fagget survives. We use a narrow passage to get an overwhelming advantage.
It's over.
You would have let him kill me!
He had a sword at my throat and you just... I mean, thank you, but... What if you were wrong?
If I was wrong, you'd be dead... but so would an ugly gang of slavers.
Huh...
Who are you? Are you working for the templars?
Your mother sent me.
Hrmph. Hardly a difference.
I can't believe her! My whole life, it was all, "I'll love you and protect you." Then I have some bad dreams and it's, "off to the templars!"
You belong in the Circle of Magi.
Well, I'm not going. I was trying to get to the Dalish. They won't be afraid of my magic.
Elf, human... the only thing that matters is the demons.
Look, I'm not completely ignorant. I know why they lock mages up. I-I've heard the demons whispering.
But the Dalish, they've been working magic well before humans were in these lands.
Surely the Keeper can train my magic as well as a bunch of templars.
If there is another place he can harness his gifts, I cannot blame him for wishing to go there.
Do you think they would have me?
I know the Keeper. I'll make sure she takes you in.
Then... she does not hate humans?
Oh, you don't know what a relief that is. I knew she could help me!
Thank the Creators you were the one my mother hired to find me. I will forever be in your debt, friend.
So, who's going to tell Mother Dearest? She must be just dying to hear what happened.
Anders friendship +10
Bethany friendship +10
Yeah, now to the reward part.
Your son is with the Dalish.
What? But he is human. They did not even wish me to raise him among them.
But they do value magic more than the men of Kirkwall. Perhaps he can have both safety and freedom...
As I said, I have little money, but this is a Dalish ring that has been in my family for generations. Please accept it with my thanks.
But that's all. We need to visit the templar to inform him of his daughter's demise.
So, two apostates walk into the heart of templar-occupied fortress and no one gives a shit. Great world design here
We have found neither hide nor hair of the lad Feynriel. I can only think he has fallen victim to demons or slavers.
I found this. It was addressed to you. It seems to be from your daughter.
My daughter! Then... you know what she is. How she died...
When I traced her to that warehouse... I should have forced her into the Circle. My own weakness in the face of her pleas is what destroyed her.
It is why I urged Arianni not to give in when Feynriel wished to hide. If only I had been so strong for Olivia.
She was an abomination. She deserved to die. And you'd better pay up if you don't want this getting out.
You monster!
Fine! Money is what you wish, to avoid dragging my Olivia's name through the mud? You shall have it! Now begone!
Anders rivalry +5
Varric rivalry +5
Pussies. Well, at least some compensation for the hard work.
+50 silver coins for the delivery.
Duh, another quest offering.
Ah! Welcome, my dear friend, to Sol's shop. My name is Solivitus. Please, take a look around.
My apologies in advance. Our shelves are a bit bare at the moment.
Actually, if you're interested, I could use a bit of help to remedy that.
Talk.
All business. I like you.
It's been too dangerous to leave the city of late, and the substances I require for my creations are, of course, elsewhere.
Perhaps you could find them. You'll be compensated for your time, have no fear. I'll also give you first pick of my new creations!
Make up a list of what you need, and I'll keep an eye out for you.
Perfect! A discount on everything in the shop, serah!
I dunno if I'll have time to complete it, though.
We need to rest.
Getting slightly ahead of myself, but the identity of that "friend" surprised me.
End of the update.