PART 5 - GAS ATTACK.
Time to pursue more story quests. We start with Qunari diplomacy.
Random Qunari dude wants to give us a task.
You are Hawke. A patrol went missing along the Wounded Coast.
The Arishok says you have some semblance of honor.
So tell me, did you kill them?
I haven't killed any Qunari recently. Mind your tone or that could change.
I believe you.
If you are not responsible, I waste my time here.
OK, the diplomacy part.
Serah Hawke.
Well?
Last we met, I did not know your name. Did not care to.
You have changed your fortune over the years. The Qunari have not.
I offer a courtesy, Hawke. Someone has stolen what he thinks is the formula for gaatlok.
You will want to hunt him.
I got next to nothing from our last deal. Solve your own problem.
Hawke turns away.
Thousands will die.
AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH
The stolen formula was a decoy. Saar-qamek -- a poison gas, not explosives.
A small amount is dangerous enough to your kind. But if made in quantity, perhaps by someone intending to sell it...
Gunpowder. Poison gas. What will you horny bastards bring the next time? Nukes?
That merchant... Javaris?
Would he be cautious, or would he assume success and make enough to threaten a district?
A courtesy, Hawke. You will want to hunt him.
Varric may know about midget's whereabouts.
Any idea where we can find Javaris?
I heard about a sell-off. Merchant territories and such. They don't do that unless someone left in a hurry.
I'd have figured he rooked some noble. He's sure not a burglar.
Just tell me where he is.
I haven't kept up on the squirt. Ask the Coterie.
Panahedan, Hawke. It will be interesting to see if you die.
That was encouraging. Well, Darktown it is.
No time for psychotherapy, you lazy asses!
I'm sorry about your brother, Varric. Have you any other family?
I have family like a rat has flees, Daisy.
Does that mean you have a lot of family, or that they make you itch a lot?
Both.
This woman must give me an answer.
You're selling the assets of Javaris Tintop?
We are. Limited districts, limited contracts. Keeps territory clear and separate from the start.
He had a meager lot, but he's kipped with dues outstanding, so up it goes.
I need to find Javaris now. Where's he hiding?
Scary. Anyone else, I'd jump to their defense. Unless they owed me like he does.
Javaris left in a hurry. I'd put him at Smuggler's Cut, if he's avoiding patrols. It empties at a cave outside town.
Tell him I said, "Don't come back."
Javaris doesn't sound like a mastermind at work, here.
So, the mandatory underground crawl.
Down there we are immediately attacked by the member of carta, dwarven crime syndicate. We firmly hold the top position, keeping mages safe. But...
Mooks spawn right in the middle.
Doesn't help them much, though.
We try another corridor, seemingly leading to a dead end.
Heh, it looks like there was an alternative way to deal with the initial wave of mooks. Stepping on this button unleashes a fire trap. Whatever, too late to be sorry.
Even more aggressive midgets downstairs.
Level-up. I unlock templar specialization. Surely this will lead to different NPC reactions and interesting party dynamics, right?
Merrill continues pursuing Entropy path.
Hey, Bioware. Sometimes too much is too much.
Varric gets another easy dmg bonus.
And Anders's Haste spell duration is prolonged as well.
We find a gift for Isabela is one of crates - a ship model.
Outside it's not really that different, except we have to fight humans instead of dwarves.
You are cornered, terrorist scum.
Quit your blubbering, dwarf!
You? Granny's garters, she would hire you. I can't buy a break on discount!
You know what? Go ahead. Take my head and pike it back to that sodding elf! I need the rest.
You brought this on yourself. Who else would steal their powder?
Wait, you're tracking for the Qunari?
Then she did it, that elf got them after me for nothing! Bitch-born!
The obvious thief was perhaps a bit too obvious.
Look, I'm minding business, same old, and out of the blue some elf tries to kill me.
Says she's got the Qunari powder and I'm her cover. I slipped her, hired some bodyguards, and ran for it.
And now you're here. Great.
You always were a good liar.
Let me ask you something... are you exploding?
Well, then I probably don't have the sodding powder, do I?
Here, you want to drag dark into light, I had a man follow her. The elf's in Lowtown.
I just want to get out. With my dead guards. Thanks for that.
You and I are done.
Good and good. Thanks to you, I've got a lot of dead gear to haul. Sodding dog-lord in-roader.
Surprise!
Knife pierces his stupid skull.
Varric shakes his head in disgust.
He bothered me.
Varric rivalry +5.
We were chasing the wrong trail all the time. We have to go back to Kirkwall.
A guardsman stands here to warn bystanders.
All of you, I can't fight the damned air! You want to live, stay out!
Move, guard. I need to pass.
Wait. Messere Hawke?
Maker, please, the street is death. There was a cloud that drove people mad, and now a seeping mist that kills.
All I can do is warn people. If someone like you dies on my watch, I'm right stuffed.
Tend the herd, boy. I'm going in.
Shit.
No worries, bro. The regen will take care of it.
The task is simple - retrieve a steel latch and close a barrel. Repeat four times. But there is a catch.
Mooks spawn in hordes every time you do it.
They are batshit insane.
The second barrel - another wave.
The Arishok was right. The poison got the thieves.
And everyone else, it seems.
Third!
Time to tell Arishok how he was right... and wrong.
It's good to be a plumber.
Their leader appears at last.
You, elf! Is this your doing?
Is that? Serah Hawke! You have enemies.
I'm glad it's you, really. These poor people. You are a much better target!
Explain yourself. Now.
Qunari take my people! My siblings forget their culture, then go to the Qun for purpose. We're losing them twice!
So, I get help from your people. We'll take the Qunari thunder, make some accidents, and make them hated!
But this... this is all wrong.
Only one thing to do with a mad dog.
It can still work. They are hidden in your city. They'll enrage the faithful, and make sure the Qunari are blamed!
Me, I'm finished. I just need a few more bodies. A few more!
Varric rivalry +5.
You suggest playing nice with a mad murderous bitch? Fuck off, Varric.
Just. Die. Already.
PHEW.
So, I was wrong about our thief.
Very.
They say we were careless with our trap, that this is our fault. But even without the saar-qamek, there would have been death.
This elf was determined to lay blame at our feet.
But your feet didn't do anything wrong! Did they?
Selfishness, want, denial -- how do you allow this to continue?
Most of Kirkwall hates you as much as you hate being here.
Since we arrived I have seen nothing but greed and weakness. Dwarves, humans, elves -- just... festering. No order, no goal.
You are one of the few I have met with any ability. And yet this too was random, a result of selfishness.
I cannot fathom how a mire like this can be justified.
We are hated? How do you not hate yourselves and this... chaos?
I agree it's a mess.
But you don't see that as a problem?
I see it as an opportunity, and I intend to take full advantage.
Karasten are soldiers. The Qun made it so. They can never vary from that assigned path, never be other than they are meant to be.
But, they are free to choose within that role. To accept and succeed, or deny and die. Glory is clear and defined.
It is an undeniable certainty. What "full advantage" can you take without that authority?
Have you come here to proselytize? To convert?
No. Foundering here was unexpected. I have purpose other than watching you rot.
Your kind may force our role to change if the Qun demands.
Why aren't you more concerned about her supporters?
Our enemies strike from shadow because they cannot stand before us. This is not a revelation.
And it doesn't matter. I am not here to fight; I am here to satisfy a demand you cannot understand.
And when will that be?
It will take as long as needed. No ship is coming. There is no rescue from duty to the Qun.
I am stuck here.
You keep going on about that, but never say anything.
Should I argue the wind? Very well. Filth stole from us. Not now, not the saar-qamek. Years ago.
A simple act of greed has bound me. We are all denied Par Vollen until I alone recover what was lost under my command!
My, he is bursting with rage!
That is why this elf and her shadows are unimportant. That is why I do not simply walk from this pustule of a city!
Fixing your mess is not the demand of the Qun! And you should all be grateful!
Or maybe not. It sounds more like a hysterical butthurt. Who offended you, big boy?
Thank you, human, for your service. Leave.
He's on the edge. The viscount should know.
Yeah.
Years of nice, quiet anxiety... gone. Along with a whole street.
I killed the thieves responsible.
Right. A mad elf, pushed by zealots, likely hidden in the very groups I have to appease.
The Maker has a grand sense of humor.
And the Arishok -- I suspected he had no plans to leave. I didn't know it was just as annoying for him.
He's a hair from the edge. You need to keep everyone calm.
Too late, I fear. It's a shame -- has was making overtures of cordialness. Your influence, no doubt.
Get to what happened.
A Qunari delegate and entourage paid me a visit. It was civil, tentative. Hopeful.
They left my chambers with precision, but were not reported by the outer guard. They are missing almost literally from my doorstep.
What, do you imagine, will be the Arishok's reaction?
I've had enough to do with the Arishok. I don't need this.
None of us do, Serah Hawke. Someone is pushing very hard, and I fear they want this to end badly.
Speak with Seneschal Bran. Then you will see why I cannot trust anyone else with this.
FFS, there will definitely be blood. Stop licking their asses, moron, and act until it's too late! Ah, the player always don't have any choice in truly serious matters.
You have information about the missing Qunari?
I am to help you, yes. Viscount Dumar would appreciate discretion in this matter.
I would prefer that you were not involved at all, but that is neither here not there.
I don't need your opinion. Get to what you know.
The delegate and his entourage could not be made to disappear without the knowledge of the city guard.
Not coincidentally, a number of recent recruits have failed to report. You should start with one of them.
Although, where you find a swordsman so eager to sell his honor and duty, I'm sure I don't know.
The Hanged Man.
Hanged Man.
Obvious one, that.
Right. Then you know what to look for.
I can't imagine this has occurred without notice. There is always a weak link.
Another angry book is within the Kirkwall's seat of power, no less.
Merrill rivalry +10
Just like in the chantry: demons and zero reaction.
New letters arrived while Hawke was absent.
Later, later.
End of line.