A moment of doubt lead to a lifetime of heresy, bros. Stop the lies, FFS!
What is this, a Final Fantasy
You're really close
Might be worth downing the High Res pack for this if you haven't already.
http://social.bioware.com/page/da2-patches
Except it's DX11 very high with high-res pack.
PART 3 - THE ARRIVAL
You see a lot of these facepalming dudes over the course of the game. BioWare employees (sub)consciously ashamed of the fruit of their labor?
They're not letting anyone into the city.
What? That can't be!
It's true. Look at them all.
they are Fereldans, just like us. Fleeing for their lives.
And they would throw us all back to the wolves. Unbelievable.
We're getting into the city, one way or another.
We need to find Gamlen. Our family has always been highly regarded in Kirkwall. He can do something, I'm sure of it!
let's hope he received your letter.
The guards seem to be reporting to that man. Perhaps we should speak to him.
Aveline rivalry +10
WTF I didn't say anything of note
So this is the crowd of desperate refugees being held off by a single guardian.
Get back to the crowd, you lot. Trying to bully your way through won't get you into Kirkwall any faster!
But you do intend to let us in?
Ha! We have enough poor of our own in the Free Matches. We don't need you refugees piling up here like a middens heap!
There must be someone in charge I can speak with.
(Sighs) Yes, yes, always the same story.
You want in, talk to Captain Ewald. I'm just here to keep you refuse from climbing the walls.
A refugee up close. Max settings. Hello, Deus Ex.
Despite the rumors of contrary, inter-party banter is still in.
Was Wesley based out of the Lothering chantry? I don't remember ever seeing him there.
He served elsewhere. He was coming to find me at Ostagar.
Were you familiar with every templar in Lothering?
How else was I supposed to know when to run and hide?
So, this is the captain of the guard surrounded by aggressive bunch of deserters.
Let us through, you flaming blighter! We're not staying in this pit!
Silence, stupid NPC. You're not Shepard.
Then get back on your ship and leave. Kirkwall has no more room for refugees.
The ship's already gone! We paid good coin to get here!
You and half of Ferelden. There's nothing I can do! The city is full!
If you keep packing people into the fortress, there's going to be trouble.
You can bet your ass there will be.
If we keep packing people into the city, it'll be far worse.
We've been letting you Fereldans in for months. You're too late. There's no more room!
But we have family here. Doesn't that mean anything?
I've heard claims like that a thousand times already. Trust me.
We'll find some ships to take you all back to Ferelden -- eventually. Until then, you stay here.
We came to speak to our uncle, Gamlen Amell, and we won't leave until we do.
Gamlen. I know that name...
He's a nobleman here in the city. Our family has an estate.
A nobleman? The only Gamlen I know is a weasel who couldn't rub two coppers together.
He comes back, I'll bring you to him. But i don't have time to--
What? You're going to let them through?
I didn't say anything about--
We've been here for four days! They just got here!
That's it! We're carving our way out of here. Men!
I still have no idea WTF is happening on this screenshot.
Anyway, Bethany climbs the stairs and starts dominating.
HAWT!
Itz over.
Unbelievable.
Captain! Are you all right?
I am, no thanks to you. Where is everyone? Go find them. I want this kept under control!
You have my thanks.
Look, I can't get you into the city. It's not my decision, but I'll find your uncle and bring him here.
Three days later.
It's been three days. This waiting has to end.
I'm sure it won't be much longer. Gamlen must still be looking for us!
And if he's not?
This must be him now.
Leandra! Damn, girl, the years haven't been kind to you.
Gamlen!
Let me say up front, I wasn't expecting this. The Blight, your husband dead.. I'd, ah, figured you'd pretty much be Fereldan for life.
Oh, Gamlen. We came too late. My poor Carver didn't make it, Andraste guide him.
Oh, Maker save me. Leandra, don't drop this on me here. I don't even know if I can help you get in.
There are other ways to get into the city.
That didn't turn out so well for those deserters earlier.
I hate to agree, but there's a reason they housed us in an old prison.
I was hoping to grease some palms, but the knight-commander's been cracking down. We're going need more grease.
But... what about the estate? Surely Father left something when he died.
Right, about the estate... It's, uh, gone. To settle a debt. I've been meaning to wrote you.
Durr, this really reminds me of GTA4. I hope he won't ask me to become taxi driver.
Then there's no hope.
Not quite. I know some people who might help... if you're not too delicate about the company you keep.
What do you mean exactly, Gamlen?
I talked to my contacts and I found some people who might be willing to pay your way into the city.
The catch is you and your sister have to work off the debt. For a year.
Hmm, I suggest we start with pimping Beth.
A year!
It's the best I could do! Trust me when I say a bunch of refugees won't get a better option anywhere else.
We cut down dozens of darkspawn and an ogre to get here. That has to count for something.
Unless you brought an ogre's head along on the boat, I doubt it.
I managed to convince my contacts to come to the Gallows to meet you personally.
Meeran heads up the mercenary company, the Red Iron. They're looking for recruits.
Athenril... I guess you might call her a smuggler.
Either one of them can help you. All you need to do is find them in the courtyard and convince them you're worth the trouble.
Banal. Shit. Boring. Bioware cannot into mature storytelling.
Let's find them and see what they have to say.
Oh Gamlen, I don't know about this.
It's a lot of coin, Leandra. Don't go expecting our name to carry the kind of weight it used to.
And what of me? I will not allow others to incur debts on my behalf.
Can't see that it makes a difference. You look like a lady who can pull her own weight.
Then you'll come with us.
I... have no real option. Thank you.
Anyway, Hawke decides to go with
gglers.
Are you Athenril?
Dat ears
You must be Gamlen's nephew. Interesting.
I don't know what he told you about us, but he certainly told us a great deal about you.
He didn't say anything about me, did he?
Enough to pique our interest, provided you can justify your uncle's confidence.
Tell me what you need done.
There's a merchant named Cavril. Friend of the templars, so they let him set up his little shop here in the Gallows.
We supplied him in return for a piece of the take, but now he won't pay up.
We can't go near him without him screaming for the guard -- but you can. Get our money from him and you're in.
Bioware wants to demonstrate that greedy jews are greedy.
I've already told you. I can't give you any more for them!
But that was everything we have! It's all we brought with us!
And I feel for you, serah, but it's the best I can do.
If they just let us into the city, I could get three times that price!
sighs Myron?
Your business is done.
But... sighs
Now then! What can I do for you, serah?
I believe you owe your business partners something?
Oh... I see.
Should I go tell the guards?
Not just yet. I want to hear this.
So Athenril sent you to collect, did she? Too cowardly to do it herself?
You hand over what you owe and get to walk away.
That's it!
Jusy try it.
No... I don't want any more violence.
Here, take the key for the chest. That should be enough to pay that witch.
Now I'm getting out of here. Let those guards find someone else to buy dog-land junk!
they leave
So we collect the debt.
It's done.
Will you look at that.
Tell your uncle we'll make the arrangements. Welcome aboard.
Any luck?
It's done.
I'll speak to Athenril and see when the bribes can be made. Wait here.
Then we made it. The voyage is over.
We'll see what happens when this debt is repaid.
If only Carver were here with us.
And Wesley.
Let's go. This is only the beginning.
(Un)fortunately, he's totally correct. :/