Wanderers of Thedas - Working the Puzzle

Wanderers of Thedas, episode 10

Kings are not born: they are made by artificial hallucination - George Bernard Shaw

Created using the Dragon Age Toolset, with voice acting database and music from the game.

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The gate's open for you, just be careful out there.
Is there a problem here friend?
One of our scouting patrols has been gone for three days.
No doubt those patrols met some darkspawn.
Someone...
That's a lot of blood.
Don't even touch it!
Their blood is black as sin and poisonous.
I have bandages in my pack.
You get tainted with that blood and you may
as well slit your throat.
Yes, I know.
It's a long and painful way to die.
It seems they left us one alive.
A trap perhaps?
Either this is a trap or defenders of this place are idiots.
I suspect both.
The pain...
What?
It burns.
Calm down, I'm just curious.
It's... I can feel it inside me.
I'm terrible at puzzles.
What is there to be puzzled by?
That's not the best way to start a conversation.
You mean that I should remark upon the weather
before I cut off a man's head?
Right... Kill first, ask questions latter.
Does the word insane mean anything to you?
Keep moving... Something is wrong.
Really? What kind of something?
Because... Here's a thing.
If there's anything you need to do
in this village I say do it now.
I was getting there...
It will not remain for long.
And you left me no choice at all!
Then why are we still talking?
Because I don't agree that it was necessary.
Talk after we get out of here.
What are you going on about?
Oh, I get it.
You're not gonna tell me.
You don't look like the other folk fleeing the South.
Were you in the battle?
I am not here to satisfy your curiosity.
Don't you ever talk?
You know, make polite conversation just to...
Do you always begin conversations this way?
I'm just asking what your intentions are.
Somehow I'm not surprised.
Maybe you intend to throw me a party...
Very well... The Blight.
What?
How will you end it?
Now there's a conversation I'm looking forward to.
For someone so dismissive of questions
you ask a great many.
We chop off the snake's head.
It's the only way.
Is that all? How will you reach it?
If you reach it how will you slay it?
And I'm suppose to tell you everything?
Let's see... Where should I begin?
You know... I asked Duncan this too
and all I got was you'll see.
That is your answer?
Well I don't know where we should go.
I suppose I could always flip a coin.
Please stop looking at me like that.
It's a wonder why you even speak sometimes.
But seriously the Archdemon could be in the Wilds
or underground. It could be hiding.
Just because it hasn't showed itself
doesn't mean it isn't out there.
It is surrounded by an ocean of darkspawn.
Yes.
Where are the darkspawn then?
Right... But the truth is we don't really know.
They come up from the ground
and that's as far as we've gotten.
Your grasp of the obvious is remarkable.
Oh fine, fine... Have it your way.
You have no sense of humor, you know that?
If you hope to slay the Archdemon with wit
you may want to arm yourself first.
All right, the treaties. The ones we've got from Flemeth.
With these we will be able to ask for assistance.
Maybe even rise an army.
If you fail, preparations beforehand will have been pointless.
And if you succeed, it will be by sheer chance anyway.
We should gain a better understanding of the situation
before rushing in.
Will you make that excuse to the Archdemon?
Or the victims it claims in the meantime?
Well, what do you want to hear?
That I prefer to follow?
I do.
I'm sure that comforts the farmers.
Why do you keep looking at me like that, human?
You don't look chasind, so you're not from the Wilds.
And you're not a farmer. I guess you saw some fighting...
I have allways fought in war, human.
Well goodie for you.
In any case, I did not come to consult weappy Grey Wardens.
Why don't you run from the Blight
like all the rest of your kind?
I was recruited into the Grey Wardens.
More words...
And I think I can do more fighting the Blight anyhow
rather than sitting in the temple somewhere.
Say that to the templars at the bottom of the Circle tower.
See if they agree.
You're a Warden.
We're loyal to the king here and word from
the North is the Wardens betrayed King Cailan.
Teyrn Loghain has a bounty on any who survived.
Oh wonderfull. And here I thought I only
had the darkspawn to worry about.
I heard that he may have something
to do with the king's death.
Teyrn Loghain? Betrayed Maric's boy?
Your story needs a bit of work.
I don't know if you killed King Cailan
and Maker forgive me I don't care.
But that bounty on your head could feed
a lot of hungry belles.
Attack!
Wait a minute. No. Bad. Bad idea. Awful.
Is this some sort of mass suicide?
Sten, don't do me any favors.
You want me to help you, but it's not mine concern?
You're the one who got me into this mess.
Don't do it. Because that idea...
Bad. All kinds of bad.
Yes, you're very persuasive.
We're keeping the Blight waiting.
Have you ever been responsible for someone else's life?
You are not responsible for them.
Yes, because your motivations are clearly driven
by your regard for others.
They do not have the excuse of demons within them.
Well there is cherry thought. What?
I heard the stories of Ostagar.
Your kith stood their ground when others fled.
They stopped fighting for their own reasons.
As the Qunari, we simply treat it as it deserves.
Killing everything that moves isn't an option.
It doesn't seem it would be that hard to do better.
Well, what is it to be then?
I don't know. Something... Anything.
I can't think straight...
Evidently not. Perhaps it should not be left to you then.
Then you best clear out.
No room here for any more outsiders.
Yes, yes... idle threat, retort, counter threat.
I know... Are we done with this now?
Stand aside... We will settle this.
Defend yourself warden!
Meaning what?
Your weapon... Draw it.
What?
You can blink once in a while, I'll still be here.
Let's not make things unpleasant. You seem to be able
to slay things simply by staring at them hard enough.
The way he looks at me with those eyes... Creepy.
Then fight! Do you even talk about none talking?
Let us try to work together for now.
Could you destroy something as pretty as that templar fellow?
Rugged good looks, quick wit...
No. He is an excuse.
My mission is no different from the Grey Warden's.
True, but if you're here, what does that make you?
Some nobody who was too luck to die
with the rest of the Grey Wardens?
Welcome to the club!
Take a long look at our Grey Warden my good friend.
Right here we have an object worthy of worship, no?
I don't know if I'd go that far.
Why not? I'm sure you're a man who draws
many stares from women and other man alike.
I happen to be quite fetching in a dress.
If you'd like I could give you one.
Perhaps my memory is failing...
I would swear that I've already told you both to shut up.
Now that's just unnecessary.
Come... It will just be a small one.
Shut up!
You want to fight me? Just like that?
I should let your weakness damn us all?
Draw your sword!
I'd use the shield if I could, but I think
you might actually spot me hiding behind it.
Your priests clearly should've spend more time training you.
On that we are in agreement.
I don't think anything is supposed to be easy
about being a king... Or a Grey Warden.
Seriously though, about all I've got going for me
is I can fight in formation and I know
the Chant of Light backwards and forwards.
Sad but true.
I can hardly get through pillow fight these days
without being overcome with guilt either.
Are you sure you're a Grey Warden?
Oh oh, Loghain's man. This can't be good.
Do you get the feeling the things are just getting worse?
To arms men!
You know... There is something about being trapped in a fortress
full of people who want me dead that makes me think...
Being a templar might not have been so bad.
Is that one of the patience?
We are all going to get sick.
Do not linger here unless you have received our mages protection.
See one of the healers instead.
The mage? Oh great... They just love me.
Perhaps you care to hear a proposal?
I don't know... You did tried to kill us all, remember?
I see the Grey Wardens do not recruit fools.
Warden, in the name of the regent I'm placing you under arrest...
Oh, the anticipation is going to kill me.
How nightmarish to live in such a rural village.
The only entertainment being priests who go on
about the Chant of this and that...
The rules, oh so many rules...
Just once I'd like to walk into one of this places
and discover a lovely dance...
Or a drinking festival...
Or an orgy!
I do forget this is not Antiva City.
My name is Zevran... Zev to my friends.
I am a member of Antivan Crows, brought here
for the sole purpose of slaying any surviving Grey Wardens.
Colors, poisoned colors...
Which I have failed at, sadly.
Got anything for poison?
Let us continue on then. We can always discuss this more latter.
Dizzy...
At any rate, we should be on our way. A new day await us.
Are you saying this is a dream?
But it's so real.
You never know, these mages sneak upon you.
Yes, I'm right with you on never know what's going to happen bit.
My bruises are all bruised now...
Ah it's just old scars, nothing more as you see.
Ignore them as I do, and perhaps they'll go away.
Why is I don't believe you?
Surely we can discuss things once we are away from here?
I don't think I'll be coming.
I don't want to spend my life fighting
only to end up dead in the pit
along with rotting darkspawn corpses.
I know, I know... Terrible.
Wait!
She gave me the strangest look...
Like she was sizing up whether the cow was ready for slaughter.
Unlike you some of us know what honor and loyalty are.
What do you think I should do?
Go ahead and be king? Just let it happen?
You think to impress me with Maric's name?
Bring them down!
I think that's a corpse.
Looks dead, right?
Kill those godless bastrds!
For the Teyrn!
Attack!
Down with you!
Sweet Andraste...
Oh... part of templar training back at the Chantry.
Don't worry about it... Against a regular person
I'm just a guy in a metal suit.
The nobles of Ferelden will confirm my Lord as regent
and we can finally put this to rest.
Pull out! All of you, let's move!
And Alistair... If you're even remotely worthy
of being called Maric's son, you would already
be in the Landsmeet, now wouldn't you?
You hear about this son of Maric?
Yeah, and my aunt Fanny is an Orlesian Chevalier...