(RECAP) Arl Eamon wasn't at Ostagar, he still has all his men. And he was
Cailan's uncle. I know him, he's a good man; respected in the Landsmeet. Of course!
We could go to Redcliffe and appeal to him for help!
(RECAP) So you said this Arl Eamon raised you?
I'm a bastard. My mother was a serving girl in Redcliffe Castle who
died when I was very young. Arl Eamon wasn't my father, but he took
me in anyhow, put a roof over my head.
Are you sure he isn't your father?
Yes, I'm quite sure. At any rate I
don't look anything like him, you'll see for yourself.
ELISSA: So... you're female. I had no idea.
SHALE: I did not think it needed to be said, It has never
told me what gender it is, has it?
ELISSA: I am female.
SHALE: (sarcastically) Good for it. I am sure that to
other creatures as soft and weak as itself, that would be perfectly obvious.
The truth is that whatever gender I was is irrelevant now.
I am a golem, I have no gender. It will not become an issue?
ELISSA: I think it's great.
SHALE: Ah, yes. Female bonding and all that. Rah.
Now, let us crush something soft and
watch it fountain blood! That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
ALISTAIR: Something on your mind?
ELISSA: What was it like to be a Grey Warden? With all the others.
ALISTAIR: I didn't know them for very long, but I guess it was longer than you. You never
met them all, did you? They were quite a group. Actually they felt like an
extended family since we were all cut off from our former lives. We also
laughed more than you think, there was this one time... Well, you probably don't
want to hear stories about men you didn't know.
ELISSA: No, I'd like to hear about them.
ALISTAIR: There was one Grey Warden who came all the way
from the Anderfels. What was his name? Gregor... Greegor... He was a burly man with the
biggest, fuzziest beard you've ever seen. And the man could drink! He drank all the
time, but he never got drunk! Finally we all made a pool to see just how many
pints it would take to put him under the table. (laughs)
ELISSA: It sounds like you had a lot of fun.
ALISTAIR: Sometimes.
We were kin of a sort. All of us had gone through The Joining, so we
knew... Well anyhow, it doesn't have to be deadly serious all the time.
Anyhow we never did find out.
He said he'd drink a pint for every half pint that the rest of us
drank. He was still going by the time the rest of us were passed out! I'm told that
Duncan walked in later on and saw us all passed out from one end of the hall to
the other, and Gregor still drinking. (laughs) Duncan laughed until he nearly... until...
ELISSA: I'm sorry. This must be hard for you.
ALISTAIR: Yes... I... I suppose so. I thought I was done with
this, but... it just struck me that I have nothing to remember Duncan by.
Nothing at all. There's no body, not even a token of his that I could...
take with me. That must sound really stupid to you.
ELISSA: You have your memories of him.
ALISTAIR: I just would have liked something of his to take with me, that's all.
Well, there's no use in moaning about it, is there? He's gone.
LELIANA: I... have I ever told you I
really like the way you wear your hair?
ELISSA: My hair? Thank you.
LELIANA: It's very nice, and it
suits you. Simple. Not like the elaborate hairstyles were wore in Orlais.
They involved flowers, ribbons, jewels. One year, feathers were all the rage and Lady
Elise decided she needed to outdo everyone else, and actually wore live
songbirds in her voluminous hair. The chirping was quite charming for a while,
but you must realize terrified little birdies often have loose bowels.
ELISSA: Ah, poor birds.
LELIANA: Yes, I don't envy them. She never washed her hair. But I was trying to say
something nice to you, wasn't I? Oh forgive me, my mind wanders so. It's just
that I... I feel so comfortable talking to you. Like I could say anything and you
wouldn't judge me.
ELISSA: Well, we are friends, aren't we?
LELIANA: Yes, very much so. I haven't
felt this close to anyone in a long time. I really enjoy your company.
ELISSA: You are a treasured friend, Leliana.
LELIANA: Thank you. I am honored that you feel that way.
STEN: Speak then.
ELLISA: Mages aren't as dangerous as you say.
STEN: Clearly your Chantry agrees.
ELISSA: Well not all mages turn to blood magic.
STEN: My people have a tale.
An ashkaari walked among the fields once, observing the laborers at work.
Flax bloomed all around him, the color of still water. The air rippled like a
curtain. As he stopped to examine a blossom, a bee stung him on the hand. The
ashkaari turned to a laborer for aid and noticed for the first time the heavy
gloves and coats she wore. As she tended to him, the ashkaari asked them why she
was dressed so in such stifling heat. "To avoid your fate," she replied. "But there
are many thousands of bees here," the ashkaari said to her, "and only. one stung me.
"Surely your caution is unwarranted."
"The stinger is always a surprise." Agreed the
laborer, "but so is the bee that simply passes one by."
ELISSA: It's beyond caution, though.
STEN: Look around you. Ask the dead who lie here what the cost of one mages failure is.
BODAHN: Something you need? I'm sure either my boy or I can help you out.
ELISSA: Have you heard any rumors?
BODAHN: Nobody seems to know where Arl Eamon is in
all this business. If he were here ,he could put a stop to all this talk of
civil war for sure. That's what I've heard on the road anyhow take it for
what it is.
[THEME SONG]
ELISSA: How did you become a shape changer?
MORRIGAN: I was not born such, 'tis a scale of Flemeth's,
taught over many years in The Wilds. The Chasind have tales of we witches,
saying that we assume the forms of creatures to watch them from hiding. When
a child is alone and separate from his tribe, that is when we strike. Dragging
the young boy kicking and screaming to our lair to be devoured.
A most amusing legend.
ELISSA: Your mother has been doing this for a long time, then?
MORRIGAN: Changing her form,
certainly. Devouring lost children, I cannot say. She has not done it in my
experience, though in truth my life span is but a fraction of her own. Why do you
ask? Is there something specific you wish to know?
ELISSA: Do you spend a lot of time as an animal?
MORRIGAN: There were nights when The Wilds called to me, 'tis true. You look upon
the world around you and you think you know it well. I have smelled it as a wolf,
listened as a cat, prowled shadows that you never dreamed existed. But my life is
as a human, I am under no illusions to the contrary.
ELISSA: What to other animals think of you when you're changed?
MORRIGAN: They do not shy away from me. To their senses I
believe I seem like any other of their species. As to what they think, I truly
cannot say. Just as I am still human, no matter my form, they are still animals.
Thus, they cannot speak, even were I to ask.
ELISSA: Can you change into other human forms as well?
MORRIGAN: The form of an animal is different from my own. One may study the
creature, learn to move as it does, think as it does. In time, this allows one to
become as it is. I gain nothing by studying another human, I already am the
same as they are. I learn nothing. So the answer is no, my human form is the only
one I possess.
ELISSA: I've never heard of magic like that before.
MORRIGAN: No? 'tis not unheard of
in the remote corners of the world. There are traditions of magic outside of
The Circle of Magi, despite what those mages would have you believe. Some of
these traditions are old, indeed passed down as carefully guarded lore from one
generation to the next. The zealots of the Chantry would uproot all such
practitioners if they could, but as luck have it some still exist.
My mother is such a one.
ELISSA: That's good. Such traditions need to be preserved.
MORRIGAN: I am surprised do you think so. Still, 'tis a pleasant thing to hear.
ELISSA: Can anyone become a shape changer?
MORRIGAN: Anyone with sufficient will, but the act of
transformation is a magical one. 'tis a spell and thus requires a mages
talents. If you had a notion to learn such a skill for yourself,
sadly you must remain disappointed.
ELISSA: That's what I wanted to ask.
MORRIGAN: Indeed.
Have you an opinion on my abilities, then? Am I an unnatural abomination to be put to
the torch?
ELISSA: I think your ability sound quite useful.
MORRIGAN: A most practical opinion!
Far more so than any man I have spoken to. But enough of such talk, let us
proceed lest the dust gather on us.
ZEVRAN: Here I am.
ELISSA: Do you actually enjoy being an assassin?
ZEVRAN: And why not? There are many things to enjoy about being a Crow in
Antiva. You are respected, you're feared, the authorities go out of their way to
overlook your trespasses. Even the rewards are nothing to turn
your nose up at. As for the killing part, well... some people simply need
assassinating. Or, do you disagree?
ELISSA: You've never killed an innocent?
ZEVRAN: Now there is an
interesting word, innocent. How many men do you know who can claim to be truly
innocent? But, if you're talking generalities such as children and
relatives and bystanders and such, never on purpose. But it happens. It's
unfortunate but, death comes to us all. If not me, then some wasting disease, or a
fall down the stairs, or at the hands of a Darkspawn. It's all relative in the end.
ELISSA: That... sounds like an excuse.
ZEVRAN: Death happens, as we like to say. And when I get paid
for it, death happens more often. As far as enjoying
the act of killing itself, why not? There is a certain artistry to the deed, the
pleasure of sinking your blade into their flesh and knowing that their life
is in your hands.
ELISSA: I take no pleasure in killing.
ZEVRAN: it is not pleasure, per se.
Nothing sexual. It is more a sense of satisfaction, a
feeling of power. Does that make sense? No matter. There are many things I did
not enjoy about being a Crow, of course! Having no choice, being treated as an
expendable commodity, the rules! Oh, so many rules! But simply being an
assassin, I like it just fine. I will continue to do it if I can, even if I am
not a Crow. Honestly, could you picture me doing something else?
ELISSA: Why not? You can do whatever you like.
ZEVRAN: Whereas I am content merely doing what I happen to be good at.
It's a talent that not many come by honestly, I don't see why I need not
pursue it. Of course all these thoughts are moot, chances are still good that you
and I will perish - eaten by Darkspawn, or slain by The Crows at some point. Very
gruesomely, I imagine. But, it is pleasant enough to chat about. Come, let's move on
while our boots still have some wear in them.
OGHREN: (slurred speech) You! You 'ave a lot of nerve coming here!
ELISSA: By that alcohol smell, I'm guessing you're drunk.
OGHREN: You're drunk! (laughs) Take that,
You sodding... eh, sodding poetess!
ELISSA: Poetess?
OGHREN: You came an-... and stole my own princess with your...
poetry!
ELISSA: Ahh, you think I'm Hespith.
OGHREN: Your disguise
can't fool me, woman! That's right, you keep looking at me like that!
I'll just go get my pants from that sodding dog!
ALISTAIR: Look, can we talk for a moment?
I need to tell you something I, umm... should probably
have told you earlier.
ELISSA: What's on your mind?
ALISTAIR: I told you before how Arl Eamon raised me, right? That my mother was a serving
girl at the castle and he took me in? The reason he did that, was because... well
because my father was King Maric. Which made Cailan my... half-brother, I suppose.
ELISSA: Why did you wait to tell me this?
ALISTAIR: I would have told you, but it never really meant
anything to me. I was inconvenient, a possible threat to
Cailan's rule and so they kept me secret. I'd never talked about it to anyone.
Everyone who knew either resented me for it or they coddled me. Even Duncan kept
me out of the fighting because of it. I didn't want you to know as long as
possible... I'm sorry.
ELISSA: I think I understand.
ALISTAIR: Ah, good. I'm glad. It's not like I got
special treatment for it, anyhow. At any rate, that's it. That's what I had to tell
you, I thought you should know about it.
ELISSA: You're the heir to the throne, then.
ALISTAIR: Let's hope not, I'm the son of a commoner and a Grey
Warden to boot. It was made very clear to me early on that there was no room for
me raising any rebellions or such nonsense, and that's fine by me. Now, if
there's an heir to be found it's Arl Eamon himself. He's not of royal blood,
but he is Cailan's uncle, and more importantly very popular with the people.
Though, if he's really as sick as we've heard. Oh no, I don't want to think about
that. I really don't.
So there you have it, now
can we move on? And I'll just pretend you still think I'm some... nobody who was too
lucky to die with the rest of the Grey Wardens.
ELISSA: That's not... that's not really what you think, is it?
ALISTAIR: Well, no. What I really think is that I was lucky
enough to survive with you.
TOMAS: I thought I saw travelers coming down the road,
though I scarcely believed it! Have you come to help us?
ELISSA: What do you mean?
Is there a problem?
TOMAS: So you... you don't know! Has nobody out there heard?!
ELISSA: Well I've heard Arl Eamon is sick, if that's what you mean.
TOMAS: He could be dead for all we know! Nobody's heard from the castle in days!
We're under attack. Monsters come out of the castle every night, and attack us
until dawn. Everyone's been fighting, and dying.
ZEVRAN: Well that's just typical, isn't it.
TOMAS: We've no army to defend us.
No Arl and no King to send us help. So many are dead! And those left are
terrified they're next!
ALISTAIR: Hold on, what is this evil that's attacking you?
TOMASL: I... I don't rightly know! I'm sorry, nobody does. I should take you
to Bann Teagan. He's all that's holding us together,
he'll want to see you.
ALISTAIR: Bann Teagan, Arl Eamon's brother? He's here?!
TOMAS: Yes, it's not far. If you'll come with me.
BANN TEAGAN: It's... Tomas, yes? And who are these people with you?
They are obviously not simple travelers.
TOMAS: No, My Lord. They just arrived and I thought you would want to see them.
TEAGAN: Well done, Tomas.
Greetings, friends. My name is Teagan, Bann of Rainesfere, brother to the Arl.
ALISTAIR: I remember you, Bann Teagan. Though the last time we met I was
a lot younger, and covered in mud.
TEAGAN: Covered in mud?
Alistair?
It is you, isn't it? You're alive! This is wonderful news!
ALISTAIR: Still alive, yes. Though not
for long if Teyrn Loghain has anything to say about it.
TEAGAN: Indeed. Loghain would have us believe all Grey Wardens died along with my nephew,
amongst other things.
ELISSA: You don't believe Loghain's lies?
TEAGAN: What, that he pulled his
men in order to save them? That Cailan risked everything in the name of glory?
Hardly.
Loghain calls the Grey Wardens traitors, murderers of the King. I don't
believe it! It is an act of a desperate man!
So... you are a Grey Warden as well? Is
it possible we've met? You seem very familiar.
ELISSA: You may have known my father, Teyrn Cousland.
TEAGAN: Ah yes, that's it exactly! A pleasure to meet you indeed, though I
wish it were under better circumstances. You're here to see my brother...
Unfortunately, that might be a problem. Eamon is gravely ill.
ZEVRAN: What a remarkable coincidence...
TEAGAN: No one has heard from the castle in days. No guards patrol the
walls and no one has responded to my shouts. The attack started a few nights
ago. Evil... things surged from the castle. We drove them back but many perished
during the assault.
ELISSA: What "evil things" are you talking about?
TEAGAN: Some call them the
walking dead. Decomposing corpses returning to life with a hunger for
human flesh. They hit again the next night! Each night they come with greater
numbers! With Cailan dead and Loghain starting a war over the throne, no one
responds to my urgent calls for help! I have a feeling tonight's assault will be
the worst yet. Alistair, I hate to ask, but I desperately need the help of you
and your friends.
ALISTAIR: It isn't just up to me. Though the Grey
Wardens don't stand much chance against Loghain without Arl Eamon.
ELISSA: Of course we'll help.
STEN: There are no Darkspawn here and nothing to gain, it is a fool's errand.
ELISSA: If there's a chance to rescue the Arl, we have to try.
STEN: Perhaps...
TEAGAN: Thank you! Thank you! This means more to me than you can guess!
Tomas, please tell Murdock what transpired, then return to your post.
TOMAS: Yes, My Lord.
TEAGAN: Now then, there is much to do before night falls. I put two men in
charge of the defense outside. Murdock, the village mayor is outside the Chantry.
Ser Perth, one of Eamon's knights is just up the cliff at the windmill watching
the castle. You may discuss with them the preparations for the coming battle.
ELISSA: You have some of Arl Eamon's Knights here?
TEAGAN: I have those few who returned from their
quest. You know of this, yes?
ELISSA: Quest?
TEAGAN: Eamon's illness was- ... is very serious.
The Arlessa, out of desperation sent the knights on a quest for a cure. I know
little about this, other than that the cure was supposed to be an ancient relic
of great power. Ser Perth was one of the Knights sent on this quest, perhaps you
should speak to him if you wish to learn more.
ELISSA: Why are you in the Chantry with the villagers?
TEGAN: Ser Perth insists. He wants me to be with the villagers so everyone he
needs to protect is in one place. I don't mind to be honest, the point of all this
is to protect the villagers, and I can do that best here. This is the last line of
defense, should things go amiss.
ELISSA: Do you need more men in here with you?
TEGAN: We could bring some men in to stand beside me, but I'd rather keep the monsters away from
the villagers, if possible.
ELISSA: What exactly are these "things" that attack the village?
TEAGAN: I do not know. They seem to be walking corpses! Men with rotting flesh that
continue to attack even with the gravest injuries! All I know is these things
don't fall easily. You'll hack them to pieces and still they come.
ELISSA: So what happens after this battle is over?
TEAGAN: Hopefully we can find the source and
stop it before it causes any more damage. With luck, we'll also find Eamon and be
able to help him.
ELISSA: I should get to work.
TEGAN: Very well, luck be with you my friend.
CHILD: I'm scared, mother. When are the bad men coming?
CHILD's MOTHER: Soon darling, don't worry.
Everything will be all right.
CHILD: I want to go home! Where's father?
Why can't we go home?!
CHILD's MOTHER: I already told you father is outside defending the village
from the bad men. We must stay here and be brave, can you do that?
YOUNG WOMAN: I'm so scared father! What are we going to do?
OLD MAN: Silence girl! Do you want the children to hear you?
KAITLYN: Sorry, am I bothering you? I'll try to be more quiet.
ELISSA: Are you all right? Why are you crying?
KAITLYN: (sobbing) Those... those things dragged my mother away! I don't know what happened to her,
but I hear her screaming all the time! Everywhere. And now my brother Bevin, he
ran off... I don't know where he is! I'm so scared they got him too!
ELISSA: Why would he run off? Do you know?
KAITLYN: He said something about saving mother. He's just a little boy, he
doesn't understand she's gone. I hope he didn't try to go to the castle! Oh, that
would be awful!
ELISSA: Have you tried looking for your brother?
KAITLYN: I went to our house,
it's by the square. He wasn't there. I searched the rest of the village too. I
called and I called, but he never answered. I wonder if he ran off into the
woods. I'm so worried! Without me he has nobody!
ELISSA: Don't worry, I'll look for him.
KAITLYN: You will?! Thank you so much! Please find him.
MURDOCK: So, you're the Grey Warden, are you? I didn't think they made women Grey Wardens.
ELISSA: Well... they do.
MURDOCK: So you say. A damn Qunari could walk up and say he was a Grey Warden,
I wouldn't know the difference.
STEN: That much is clear.
MURDOCK: We aren't gonna turn aside
anyone who wants to help though, don't take me for being an ingrate or nothing.
ZEVRAN: That's good, the survival rate of ingrates is remarkably low, so I hear.
MURDOCK: Name's Murdock. Mayor of what's left of the village, providing we aren't all killed
and hauled off to the castle tonight.
ELISSA: Have faith, good man. We will defeat this evil together.
MURDOCK: I... I hope you're right. I've been trying to hold us together, but it
isn't easy. Anyhow you're here, and they tell me you're in charge.
MURDOCK: How is morale?
MURDOCK: Morale's about what you'd expect. These men aren't soldiers, they're
villagers defending their homes, and they're frightened. It would help if we
had decent equipment. There weren't enough swords in Owen's shop, and the
men's armor is nearly falling off. I don't think we're in any shape to fight.
We'll do our best, of course, but well... I have my doubts. I just hope I'm alive
tomorrow morning.
ELISSA: Tell me about what's happened here.
MURDOCK: Don't rightly know. We
heard the Arl was sick, and getting worse. But after a while we heard nothing
at all. A few folks went up to the castle to see what was going on. They couldn't
get in, nobody was there. Not a soul. And then those horrid
creatures attacked the village, they were everywhere, people dying. It was awful.
Good thing Bann Teagan was here.
ELISSA: Do you know anything about Arl Eamon's illness?
MURDOCK: No. I know the Arlessa sent the knights out for a cure. You can ask Ser
Perth about it, he was one of them.
ELISSA: What can I do to help?
MURDOCK: We need what little
armor and weapons we got repaired, and quickly or
half of us will be fighting without either. Owen's the only blacksmith who can
do it, but the stubborn fool refuses to even
talk. If we're to be ready for tonight, we'll need that crotchety bastard's help.
ELISSA: Why does Owen refuse to talk to you?
MURDOCK: His daughter Valena is one of the Arlessa's
maids, so he hasn't heard from her since this whole business started. He demanded
we attack the castle, break down the gate, and force our way in. I said it was
impossible but he wouldn't listen. He's locked himself in the smithy now. I can't
force him to do repairs, he said he'd rather die first.
ELISSA: Is there anything else you need?
MURDOCK: We could use some extra bodies. Having a veteran like Dwyn in the
militia would help a lot, but he flat-out refuses.
ELISSA: Tell me about Dwyn.
MURDOCK: He's a trader, a dwarf. Lives near the lake. Locked
himself up in his home with some of his workers, he has. Says he doesn't need any of
us. We could use somebody with his fighting experience, but he won't come out.
ELISSA: Carry on then.
MURDOCK: Right. Let's hope we see morning.
VOICE BEHIND DOOR: Go Away! Curse you! Leave me in peace!
You've already taken everything out of my stores, there's nothing left!
ELISSA: Is this Owen, the blacksmith?
OWEN: Oh, who is that? What do you want?
ELISSA: I need to speak with you.
OWEN: I've been through enough!
ELISSA: I'd prefer not to speak through a door, can I come in?
OWEN: mmm? All right, all right. Let me
undo the locks. All I ask is that you don't make any trouble.
ALISTAIR: (sarcastically) Somebody's been drinking.
OWEN: So I let you in. You wanted to talk, now we're talking. Mind
telling me who you are?!
ELISSA: My name is Elissa, a Grey Warden helping Bann Teagan.
OWEN: A Grey Warden, is it? (laughs It takes all kinds.
Anyhow, my name's Owen. Though you might already know that. Care to join me as I get
besotted, or is there something in particular you wanted?
ELISSA: The militia needs your help desperately.
OWEN: Why should I help Murdoch, when he won't help me? hmm?
My girl, Valena, is one of the Alressa's maids and she's trapped up
there in the castle but the mayor won't send anyone for her! She's been my life
since my wife passed on two years ago! Now she's dead! Or soon to be. I don't
care what happens to me, or the village, or anyone!
ELISSA: So you intend to drink yourself to death?
OWEN: Why not? It's not like we're going to live past the night,
anyhow! Or are you going to save us?
ELISSA: I intend to try.
OWEN: Is that so? hmm. Maybe it's
the drink talking, but you almost sound like you believe that. Tell you what, if
you want me to do repairs for Murdock and his men, promise me you'll go into
the castle and find my daughter!
ELISSA: I'll do my best.
OWEN: Not good enough!
Murdock said the same damn thing, and I didn't believe him either. I want a
promise! Promise me that you'll look for her. That you'll bring her back to me if you can.
ELISSA: I promise you, I'll find her.
OWEN: I'll accept that. It's something to hope for, at least.
STEN: Is this a promise we will not keep?
OWEN: What's this?
STEN: I said nothing to you, human!
OWEN: Alright then, it seems I have some work to do relighting the forge and I
suppose, I'll have to find some iron. hmm, maybe at the mill.
Murdock just better send his men here, as soon as possible, if I'm gonna get to all
these repairs and get them done by nightfall. If you need anything done, well,
just let me know. I've got a lot to do now, so you'll have to excuse me.
YOUNG BOY: Go away! This isn't your home!
STEN: A small human. I say burn it out.
BOY: Ah! What are you doing? All right, I'll come out!
BEVIN: Please, don't hurt me! I'll
go back to the Chantry if you want. I didn't mean any harm.
ELISSA: Your sister is looking for you, you know.
BEVIN: I just... didn't want to be at the Chantry anymore.
Everyone's scared, and I won't be brave!
ELISSA: So, what were you doing in there?
BEVIN: I... I can't tell you, it's a secret.
ELISSA: Are you sure? Maybe I could help you?
BEVIN: You... could? All right, I guess. I just... father said I could have his sword when I grew
up. It was grandfather's, and grandfather was a great dragon slayer. I thought... if I
was brave like grandfather, I could use his sword and... kill the bad people who
took mother.
ELISSA: You don't think you're a bit young to fight?
BEVIN: No! Well... maybe the sword
was too heavy for me. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought I was.
ELISSA: You'll grow up eventually, don't worry about it.
BEVIN: That doesn't help us now. Kaitlyn says
everyone's going to die tonight.
ELISSA: Not if I'm here to help, they won't.
BEVIN: Really? You must be very brave! I wish I was like you!
ELISSA: You should go back to your sister.
BEVIN: But I...oh all right, I guess. She'll be pretty mad at me, but I'll go.
[Knocking]
ELISSA: Hello?
[Door Breaking Down]
DWYN: (saracastically) Wonderful, intruders!
I hope you have a good reason for breaking and entering into my home!
ELISSA: I apologize, I don't mean any harm.
DWYN: Apology accepted. The name's Dwyn, pleased to meet you. Now get out.
ELISSA: What are you doing shut up in here?
DWYN: Surviving. We have supplies to last for
quite some time, and my boys and I can swing a weapon
better than any of those fools out there.
ELISSA: You should be out there helping defend the village.
DWYN: Why? when did this town ever rush to my rescue?
ELISSA: You're a coward!
DWYN: You look more than competent. With you out there they don't
really need me, do they?
ELISSA: Your chances are better out there than in here.
DWYN: Thanks, but I'll take my chances in here. Everyone else can run
around in the open waiting to die.
ELISSA: Can't I change your mind?
DWYN: Maybe. Let's hear what you've got.
ELISSA: I'll... put in a good word for you with Bann Teagan or the Arl.
DWYN: hmm... You might just be able to pull that off. Fine, I'll
throw in with the militia, for now. You better be out there too when the sun
goes down. I'm not fighting for a lost cause, you hear me?
SER PERTH: Greetings, Grey Warden.
i'm as relieved as Bann Teagan is to see you here. I must admit I do not know
quite how to address you. Is My Lady sufficient?
ELISSA: My Lady would be proper, I am a Teyrn's daughter.
SER PERTH: Very well then, My Lady, I am humbly at your service.
I am Ser Perth. until recently in direct service of Arl Eamon of Redcliffe. For now
my charge is defending the village from these evil assaults. Would that I had
chosen not to seek out The Urn of Sacred Ashes, perhaps I would have fended off
whatever evil befell the castle. Or perhaps, I would be dead. Oh well, with a
Grey Warden aiding our defense. perhaps all is not lost.
ELISSA: Tell me about what's happened here.
SER PERTH: You know about as much as I do. I returned a
day before the attacks began, having heard strange rumors about the abandoned
castle. I was the only knight that survived the first attack. Since then I've
found others returning from the Arlessa's quest. Until we get to the source of this
evil though, I do not think it will stop. And I don't believe we will be enough.
ELISSA: You mentioned something about an urn...
SER PERTH: When the Arl fell sick, we were at a
loss. Nothing worked to cure him and he just kept getting worse.
Finally ,Arlessa Isolde came up with a plan. The Urn of Sacred Ashes is a
legendary artifact said to hold great healing powers.
If found, it might save him.
ALISTAIR: They say the followers of Andraste smuggled her ashes
out of Tevinter and hid them in Ferelden. The Urn's never been heard of since.
SER PERTH: We Knights volunteered to seek it out. Few of us have returned, many are still out
there, unaware of what is happening here.
ELISSA: Just what was the Arl sick with?
SER PERTH: We were never certain. He thirsted for water and then grew weaker and weaker.
We brought in a mage, but even that did nothing. The Arlessa believed he was cursed and that
we needed the power of Andraste herself or he would surely perish.
ELISSA: Why did the Arlessa believe anyone could find the Urn?
SER PERTH: The Arl once employed a scholar,
brother Genitivi. He had proof The Urn was in Ferelden, or so I was told.
ELISSA: So the knights left the castle defenseless?
SER PERTH: Not at all. A great number of soldiers
remained in castle Redcliffe. I wonder if they perished there and were transformed
into these... things. The thought chills my blood.
ELISSA: Can no one find the other knights and bring them back?
SER PERTH: Eventually, perhaps. The ones I have
here were those near enough to recall within the last few days. I only returned
myself because I was passing by Redcliffe and heard the news of strange attacks.
ELISSA: Is there anything I can do to help?
SER PERTH: We have sufficient armor and
weapons, but my Knights are too few to stand against the monsters without
assistance. Perhaps you could approach Mother Hannah in the Chantry for some
holy protection against these evil creatures. Otherwise, I do not know what
else you could provide beyond your own talents. Ee're as prepared for the
onslaught as we could possibly be, all things considered.
ELISSA: I'll see what I can do.
SER PERTH: That gladdens my heart to hear it.
ELISSA: Is there anything else you need?
SER PERTH: No, nothing comes to mind.
ELISSA: Carry on.
SER PERTH: As you wish, My Lady.
Makeer watch over you.
KAITLYN: Bevin said you were the one who found him! I can't possibly repay you!
ELISSA: Don't worry about it.
KAITLYN: The Maker sent you, I just know it! Thank you again.
MOTHER HANNAH: You are a stranger amongst us, yet you still agree to defend our
village in its darkest hour. We are most grateful to you.
ELISSA: I cannot stand by while monsters attack the helpless.
MOTHER HANNAH: Not many in these modern days would honestly say the
same. You are a woman of worthm and the Maker will smile upon you. Allow me to
introduce myself, I am Revered Mother Hannah, head of this
Chantry, which for the moment is a place of refuge for these poor villagers. They
are terrified of tonight's attack, and I fear these walls will not keep them safe.
What can I do to help with your task?
ELISSA: Just how safe is the Chantry?
MOTHER HANNAH: it is the
sturdiest building in the village. The women, elderly, and children will stay
here during the battle while the militia and knights protect them. They set up a
barricade outside the Chantry to keep monsters from getting inside. If anything
gets in, Bann Teagan is our only defense. Please, have mercy! Help these people! Do
whatever you can!
ELISSA: Ser Perth needs holy protection for the knights.
MOTHER HANNAH: I have done all I can for them. I prayfor them each night and seek the Maker's
forgiveness for their sins before they face their deaths.
What Ser Perth seeks is something that is not in my power to give.
ELISSA: What do you mean?
MOTHER HANNAH: Ser Perth believes that I can protect them against these creatures, a shield
only The Maker can provide, and that I withhold this power.
ALISTAIR: Well, can't you just tell him The Maker will watch over him? Morale is a powerful thing, you know.
MOTHER HANNAH: You mean you want me to let them think The Maker protects them
in a real sense? I will not lie to them like that.
ELISSA: But, if they think it helps them...
MOTHER HANNAH: I suppose their belief in The Maker's power
could inspire them, but it just seems like trickery.
Very well. If it keeps them alive, I will do what I must. I have a number of silver
cast holy symbols. Tell Ser Perth that he can have them, and that wearing them will
confer The Maker's protection. Now please, let me tend to these poor folk. I must do
what I can, and I suggest you do the same.
SER PERTH: The Knights of Redcliffe are ready to fight at your disposal.
ELISSA: You said you wanted holy protection.
SER PERTH: Have you spoken to the Revered Mother? Has she offered anything?
ELISSA: Mother Hannah has some holy amulets, would those do?
SER PERTH: If they are the same as the symbols worn by their priests, well that would more than
suffice. These are Maker's symbols! What better protection could we ask for? I
will send some men to collect the amulets, please give my regards to Mother
Hannah for seeing some sense at last.
ELISSA: Is there anything else you need?
SER PERTH: No, nothing comes to mind.
ELISSA: Carry on.
SER PERTH: As you wish Ny Lady. Maker watch over you.
BELLA: Another doomed soul come to drown their sorrows here, I see. If you came in
for a drink you'd have to talk to Lloyd, he's got a vice grip on the spigots. I'm
just here to keep the boys from mutiny.
ELISSA: So, how has business been?
BELLA: What business?
Without the castle soldiers the only customers we have our local. And they're
all in the militia and no money to spend. The few with any money are here, but it's
not enough to justify working. Lloyd's a... greasy pig, and if I didn't need this job so badly I-
ELISSA: You don't care for Lloyd, I take it?
BELLA: He gropes me and pays me next to nothing.
But I suppose it could be worse, not like I've got many options.
ELISSA: I could talk to Lloyd about this.
BELLA: No, no. That'll just made things worse. That's very sweet, but I'll be fine.
ELISSA: Shouldn't you be at the Chantry?
BELLA: Later on, yes. Lloyd will lock himself in a cellar and I'll go to the Chantry.
ELISSA: Are you... fighting tonight?
ELISSA: Yes, I am.
BELLA: That's... good to hear. I didn't know that.
ELISSA: What do you know about that elf in the corner?
BELLA: Not much.
He's very quiet. Says his name's Berrick and he's here to meet his brother, but I think
he's lying. He's a bit... creepy.
ELISSA: I should go.
BELLA: Keep safe.
LLOYD: Hello there, friend.
Can't say we've ever met before. Stranger to the village, I take it. I haven't had
many travelers lately. All this nonsense is bad for business. Bet
you regret coming, yes?
ELISSA: Not at all.
LLOYD: Brave words, brave words. Well, we'll see
when night falls, won't we? So, what'll it be. You are here a drink, I hope.
ELISSA: Who are you, anyway?
LLOYD: Name's Lloyd.
ELISSA: Shouldn't you be helping defend the village?
LLOYD: Why? When them creatures attack I lock myself in the
cellar, just batten the hatches and wait it out. What's the point in getting
myself killed with all the rest of them? If that makes me a coward, then I'm a coward.
ELISSA: Then be a coward, if that's what you want.
LLOYD: Well, yes. I suppose that is what I want.
ELISSA: What do you know about that elf in the corner?
LLOYD: Not much, Says his name's
Berwick. Arrived here more a week back, waiting for his brother he says. I've
never seen him before, but he paid good for his room.
Quiet sort.
ELISSA: Why are you still open?
LLOYD: I'm not abandoning my tavern because of a
few monsters! The second I'm in the Chantry, Murdock and his men will be here
drinking all my ale!
ELISSA: I should go.
LLOYD: Right then.
BERWICK: Not looking for company.
ELISSA: Shouldn't you be with the militia?
BERWICK: Why? I don't live here.
ELISSA: Then what are you doing here?
BERWICK: Just waiting until I can leave again.
ELISSA: You said you were... waiting for your brother?
BERWICK: My what? Oh, yes! He was supposed to meet me here, and then I got stuck here when
monsters from the castle attacked.
ELISSA: You didn't try to leave?
BERWICK: (nervously) Eh... No! Those who tried
are dead... and, umm... I...eh... have to wait for... my brother.
Look, you're very pretty and all but... I was told to- argh... just leave me alone!
ELISSA: I'm not going anywhere, start talking.
BERWICK: About what?!
Just because you're a Grey Warden doesn't mean you can go around threatening people!
ELISSA: And how do you know I'm a Grey Warden?
BERWICK: I just...eh... overheard it, that's all. If you'll excuse
me I want to get to the Chantry before the sun goes down.
ELISSA: This will be easier if you just tell me what you're hiding.
BERWICK: If I... but I never! Oh all right, I'll tell you,
just... just don't hurt me! This is more than I bargained for! Look, they just paid
me to watch the castle and send word if anything should change, but they never
said anything about monsters! I haven't even been able to report anything since
this started. I'm stuck, same as you, I swear!
ELISSA: Who are they? who hired you to do this?
BERWICK: A tall fellow, I forget his name. He said he was working
for Howe, Arl Rendon Howe. He's an important man, Teyrn Loghain's right
hand. So I didn't do anything wrong!
ELISSA: What are you supposed to watch the castle for?
BERWICK: Just to report any changes, honest. All I could send word about was the Arl
getting sick. After that, monsters started coming from the castle.
ELISSA: So you know how this happened. Tell me now!
BERWICK: I don't know anything about these creatures! When the
Arl got sick, I got scared that people would think I was involved. But I swear I
don't know anything about it. They sent me to watch. Maybe they knew
the Arl would get sick, I don't know.
ELISSA: How do I know you're telling the truth?
BERWICK: Here!
This is a letter from them. It has instructions and everything. Keep it, do
whatever you want with it! I just thought I was serving the king and making a bit
of coin on the side! You have to believe me!
ELISSA: I think you should help defend Redcliffe tonight.
STEN: Fitting.
BERWICK: Oh, all right. I'll do it.
Thank you for your mercy, I won't forget it!
ELISSA: The letter is just as he said. He was told to watch the castle and report back.
Loghain's no fool, he didn't sign it, so it's not much use as evidence against him.
MURDOCK: Well, it looks like Owen's finally doing the repairs we need. The damn fool
is falling over drunk and still manages to make smithying look easy.
Good enough, I say. I'll inform Bann Teagan the militia is ready to fight. We'll give
those bastards a welcome they won't soon forget.
ELISSA: We're not only ready Murdock, we're going to win.
MURDOCK: I hope you're right. We may just
be village folk, but we're going to fight like there's no tomorrow.
ELISSA: I'd like to talk about Dwyn.
MURDOCK: Thanks for persuading him to come out here. He's going to be a
great help, I just know it.
ELISSA: I am ready to make my stand, let's wait for sundown.
MURDOCK: Are you sure? There's still time left if you need to talk with Ser Perth or do anything else.
ELISSA: No, I'm ready now.
MURDOCK: Then good luck to you.
You'll need it.
VILLAGER: They're coming!
[Screams and shrieks]
MILITIAMAN: Get to your positions! Make ready!
MILITIAMAN: The monsters are attacking from the lake!
They're attacking the barricades, we need help!
ELISSA: Knights! Stay here and guard the path!
MILITIAMAN: Come on, we need to hurry!
BANN TEAGAN: Dawn arrives, and we survived the night, We are victorious!
[Cheering]
TEAGAN: And though this victory came at great cost, we must remember none of us would be here
were it not for the heroism of these good folk beside me.
I thank you dear Lady. Truly The Maker smiled on us when he sent you here in our darkest hour.
ELISSA: I was happy to help defend the village.
MOTHER HANNAH: Let us bow our heads and give honor to those
who gave their lives in defense of Redcliffe.
TEAGAN: Murdock of Redcliffe, Mayor and
beloved father, we salute you.
MOTHER HANNAH: You and so many others who have perished here, walk
with He who is your Maker. Long may you know the peace of His love.
TEAGAN: With the Maker's favor, the blow we delivered today is enough for me to enter the castle and
seek out your Arl. Be wary, and watch for signs of renewed attack. We shall
return with news as soon as we are able.
Now, we've no time to waste.
Meet me at the mill, we can talk further there.
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