what kind of creatures would you have to kill if you decided to help these idiots get better pickaxes ?
Thankfully it's just a fetch quest.
PART 16 - THE EXORCIST
Ah, bros, those of you who expected booty dreams are going to be disappointed. Izzy went sozzy with the big book and she won't show up (or maybe she will). Emo elf will serve as a replacement.
The dream team.
The mandatory banter part.
You know the Tethras family businesses are registered in your cousin Elmand's name?
You don't say?
But I can't find any record of you having a cousin Elmand.
I'll introduce you some time. He'sa little on the shy side.
Varric. He's imaginary.
Which makes him much better head of the household than I am. He never misses the Merchant Guild meetings, for one.
Hawke arrives on site.
I was hoping you would come. You did so much for my Feynriel already, but...
I visited him along the People, but he turned me away. I know the demons still plague him.
And now they've taken him! Two days ago, Feynriel went into a nightmare and hasn't returned.
I did some work for you. That doesn't make me your boy's best friend.
You may not think so, but I believe Feynriel does.
My Dalish friends tell me he speaks of you all the time.
The Keeper says Feynriel's powers are a throwback to ancient magics that once let elves shape the Fade. The only way to reach him is through his dreams.
I'm not afraid of demons.
Keeper Marethari thinks an ancient Dalish ritual can help free Feynriel. But someone he trusts must enter the Fade to guide him out.
Are you willing to submit to her magic to save my son?
I would not see the demons to acquire a new source of power.
I know his power makes him dangerous, but please... it's not Feynriel's fault. Be gentle with him.
The Fade is a place for mages, not for people like you and I.
I've already called for the Keeper. We need to begin the ritual as quickly as possible.
Would you like to stay here or return when she arrives?
This is too urgent to delay.
You have been far kinder than I had any right to expect.
The Keeper appears. Local elves bow in front on her.
I came quickly, Arianni. I did not wish to tell you by letter how grave your son's situation is.
The magic he possesses makes him what the Tevinters called "somniari," a dreamer.
Dreamers have the power to control the Beyond, what humans call "the Fade." Feynriel is the first in two ages to survive.
So, if I do your ritual, I assume there's some kind of... reward?
We will live. If that is not reward enough, perhaps you will accept the tome where I found this ritual.
It should bring a fair price from the mages of the Circle.
Now, Arianni, please excuse me. We must prepare.
Oh, of course.
Huh, there is always a catch.
There is more I must tell you that is not for her ears.
I want to get this over with.
Feynriel cannot become an abomination. The destruction he would cause is unimaginable.
If you cannot save him from the demons, you must kill him yourself.
A death in the Fade will make him what your Circle calls "Tranquil." He will be no threat after.
I will not let him become a danger.
I wish you luck.
Now, gather a team and we will begin. Choose carefully, for all will face temptation.
I can't imagine what aid I could offer in a realm of dreams and magic.
I have no desire to explore then Fade, but if you need me I will go.
I admit... I'm a little fascinated.
Let us begin.
Let us remain no longer than we must. Nothing here is real.
Come. Feynriel must be trapped further in.
Similar to the previous game a fade trip is a good chance to gather easy attribute points. The first challenge tests player's point and click skills to catch a flying, teleporting book.
Heh, and here's something different. A puzzle. Yes. A puzzle. The goal is to arrange barrels in a certain order, specifically with the smaller ones on top. Well it's hardly challenging even for 5 years old, but it's a welcome break from "walk into a room - kill everything" routine.
Another, similar puzzle. Now Hawke has to move red barrels to the center.
A first encounter with a demon. Quite a nice and smart gentleman, I must add.
Well... it's rare to see two forgotten magics in one day.
It's usually a slow place, the Fade, not many surprises. I wasn't sure I'd like this one... but it has potential.
Do not trust it. It is a thing that will lure you in, if it can.
Call me Torpor. I have a proposition that might interest you.
Speak. But I promise nothing.
I trust you're here for the mage, Feynriel? Two of the most powerful demons in this realm are vying for control of him.
Sadly, I am no warrior. I couldn't stand up to them. But if I did, I'd only want the boy's power to secure my position in the Fade.
I'd be no threat to your world.
So if I help to possess Feynriel, you won't attack Kirkwall?
We are drawn to the mortal realm to merge with a living soul. Once I've done so, what need will I have for your people?
I merely want power against my own kind.
But wouldn't that give a demon an open door into our world? That's bad, right?
Bring me Feynriel, and I will grant anything you ask: power, magic, money, the strength of ten men!
I'll bite. Meeting non-retarded Fade inhabitant is a rare opportunity.
Teach me the secrets of your kind and I will take your deal.
Signed and sealed!
Demon's body flashes with an ominous red glow.
You would deal with a demon.
Use these doors to enter the other parts of Feynriel's nightmare. You will take on the form of something he dreams.
Gently guide him out of temptation -- if you disrupt him too quickly, his mind will snap.
Bring him to me, and power beyond dreams will be yours.
Aveline rivalry +15.
Fenris rivalry +15.
All the butthurt coming from these companions is particularly amusing in the light of the future events.
Hah, Feynriel's desires. Does it involve twitching an awesome button to become a dragon?
I came seeking the light.
Whoa, now Hawke is a woman. He sunk into Feynriel's dream taking a role of his mother, a lonely voice of reason. Feynriel is quite a modest chap, really. He just wishes to reunite with his vile human father who had rejected him in cold blood.
That's it, Feynriel. Hard on the downstroke, then lift. Good!
I'll have you scribing all my letters soon. If I'd known you were such a bright lad, I'd have brought you into the business years ago.
Does that mean I can come with you to Antiva, Father? Mother said maybe this summer... Right, Mother?
Your father never wanted anything to do with you. Don't trust him.
Why are you lying to me?
Don't listen, Son. She's always been ashamed of you.
She wanted you gone so she could go back to the Dalish. I'm the one who loves you.
But... why can't I remember you?
This is a trick, Feynriel. He wants something from you.
Why...? That's right! I spent my whole childhood waiting for you.
Your mother never allowed--
My mother loves me! She showed me the letters she wrote you. You never wrote back.
And it was Mother who taught me to write, not you! I've never met you before! Who are you?
Don't... question...
...me!
Titties!
Aaah!
The boys disappears and Hawke is back to his normal form
You! You turned him against me.
Leave now and I will not pursue you.
You can't honestly believe that will happen.
Take away my pets, and I'll take away yours. How loyal are these friends you drag into the Fade?
What would your noble knight do to reclaim what she lost?
Brother None, grab yourself a cookie, your guess was correct.
You spent your whole life trying to be the chevalier your father wanted. The one thing you chose for yourself, and the darkspawn took him.
Wesley?
Come back to me, love. Everything went wrong when we met this family of apostates.
Kill him, and everything we lost will be restored.
You make one move, I'll take your bloody head off.
Is that how a friend would speak to you?
I failed you, Wesley. I failed myself. If that moment could be changed...
Ha! You want me, come through her!
Weak-minded bitch! Now I have to put her down together with the demon.
That fight was tough due to the obscene amount of HP she possessed.
The remaining party whacks some rage demons on the way back.
In Dragon Age lore pride demons compose the elite among the malicious Fade inhabitants. Let's see to this one.
Dark magic is in works again. At least without cross-gender transitions in this case. Hawke takes the role of the First Enchanter Orsino, the most badass mage in the whole Kirkwall.
Here we have a small crowd of Dalish elves along with the keeper trying to give Feynriel's ego a major boost.
My people, I present to you... our hope.
His features may mark him as human, but in his heart beats the blood of the Dales!
He came to us to learn his heritage, to release the power from a lineage as ancient as our race.
I... I don't know what to say...
This is a trick.
First Enchanter? What are you doing here?
Mother told me the Dalish are honorable! Why would the Keeper lie?
Why would she entrust her people to a human?
You are one of us, Feynriel. Your magic will restore our greatness.
But... you told me this magic was outlawed for a reason. Even the Dalish don't practice it anymore.
Could the elves trust you with the power to shape reality?
I--
Could you trust yourself?
Don't listen to him! The first enchanter is trying to keep you from realizing your greatness.
Trying to keep me from temptation, just like you were. You're not the Keeper!
Begone, fiend!
You! Why did you interfere?
The pride demon reveals his true form.
With my power joined to his, Feynriel would have changed the world!
There can be no honest deal with a demon.
No? You think I will lie, then, when I offer your friends what Feynriel turned down?
You think this slave would choose you over his freedom?
Cast your eyes elsewhere, demon. I won my freedom from the magisters long ago.
But you fear them still. They have left their marks on your body and your mind.
With my aid, you could be free forever. You could have power rnough to challenge any who would chain you.
Turn on me, Fenris, and you'll regret it.
And thus you resort to threats? I have faced far worse than you.
What... would you want from me?
A moment of your time, nothing more.
What a little bitch you are!
Level up. I want to be a goddamn cannibal.
The trip is nearly complete.
What's happening? This is still the Fade!
Hush, son. The Fade isn't all bad. You're safe here.
Wait. I know you. You saved me from those slavers. Are you a dream?
Yes, a lovely dream. Just close your eyes and open yourself to the Fade.
I am tired. It has been a... trying night.
Yes, just relax. Everything will be all right.
Now I have the power of the dreamer! The Fade shall move at my command.
Return to your mortal realm. Your reward awaits you.
So the sloth demon takes the boy. Let's see if he'll deliver on his promise.
I'm sorry... I wasn't able to save Feynriel.
What do you mean? Is he dead? My poor boy!
No. I see on your face it is worse. He gave in to the demons, did he not?
He has become an abomination.
No! My poor boy! This magic is a curse. Would that the Creators had given him a normal life!
And his body lay in the Sundermount, guarded by my tribe. I must return before he awakens!
The demon wasn't bullshitting me. I wish I had encountered more non-retarded creatures with believable goals and some semblance of intelligence.
You really ought to take that offer, elf. It'd keep the Coterie off your back pretty much permanently.
I don't need employment.
But it wouldn't kill you to make some friends in this city. Three years, and you're practically a ghost.
I prefer it that way.
Healthy attitude there. Forget I said anything.
Damned betrayers owe me a big apology.
This is... is it cold in here? I'm having trouble staying warm.
Ever since the Fade, and that... thing, inside Feynriel.
You have something you want to say about that?
What about it?
I figured you'd try to make up for turning on me.
That thing perverted a memory that I was at peace with! It cut me open.
If that's what mages contend with... I'm less opposed to the Gallows.
Maybe you're not as at peace with you past as you think.
I harbor one regret, and I deserved to have my mind stripped of control?
I suppose the wealthy beg for thieves. And the beautiful invite rape.
How does it matter? You belong to neither category.
That's a but much.
Is it? It wasn't in your head.
I don't what to think about it, Hawke. I wasn't meant to.
Aveline rivalry +10.
Maybe a bit more luck with an emo?
I have been thinking about what happened in the Fade.
I apologized for my weakness, but the more I think about it, the more I believe you are also to blame.
Why did you take me into the Fade? We should have hunted the boy's body down and killed him.
If you didn't want to come, you should have said so.
I was willing to stand by your side. You shouldn't have been there in the first place.
One day you will learn that not every mage is worth saving, Hawke.
I simply hope we don't all regret the day you learn how true that is.
Fenris rivalry +5.
OK I have to wrap up some delivery errands and I'm done.
I've... heard about the Circle of Magi outside of the Imperium, but I've never been in one.
This seems more like a prison. I wonder if it's more effective than the Circle I know.
What the Circle does here is better than the alternative.
An alternative I am very familiar with.
Freedom is a noble ideal, but I see no oppression here. I see fear... and danger.
But enough. I'm sure we came here for a reason.
Fenris friendship +5.
You, Varric, have a very large mouth.
And here I've always looked up to you. What is it now?
There were fistfights in the barracks over who is the model for your guard serial.
Hard in Hightown. Riveting stuff. Everyone loves a dirty guard on the edge.
Varric.
Fine. I'll start his big finish. Three chapters until Donnen Brennicovick retires and opens a tavern on the coast.
I sure hope he makes it. He's getting too old for this shit.
I have a feeling Varric could make a better writes than the majority of Bioware staff.
I understand you're named after a famous knight?
Everyone always brings up the name.
I've not heard of Ser Aveline -- is she very famous?
Really? They don't tell of her glorious downfall in Tevinter?
Not to slaves.
Pardon me for saying so, but thank the Maker for that.
All right, I'm going to say it. Fenris, you need to present yourself better.
What are you talking about?
You're squatting in Hightown. I sympathize with your claims, but your neighbours have influence.
My claims?
To the estate. "Rightfully stolen" isn't exactly something I can forward to a viscount. Be more discreet about... yourself.
I shall endeavor to exist with less offense.
Edgy youth
End of line. I'll complete the goddamned act in the next update.
