(cracks neck) let's do this HEY DUDE LOOK OVER HERE ok, "more victims for the slaughter" makes me feel a bit better. Look at my beautiful ice sculptures GUYS, GUYS, HEY Things to notice in this screen cap, from left to right: 1) that qunari doing a graceful fucking pirouette 2) The Blood Singularity 3) fenris doing a squat 4) dog folded in half That guy by the fire's just minding his own business, I guess sparrow hawke: remarkably chill about being impaled NONE of my rogues can open standard chests :| Awwright, into the caves
This cave has a Cool New Loading Screen ?? Is this like ... dwarf bread? I don't know how I'm opening these stone doors, but they sort of just slide up I tried to disarm this trap by means of Isabela, but she just steps into it instead fuck off you shitty miniboss Oh hey what's down here? #nice I am INTENSELY PEEVED that this shows up as a tunnel i can walk into on the map, but that it is blocked by rocks #nice 2x combob Yet Another Door
Through the door is.. another door, and also an autosave. Should I be worried? Just a sec, my dude, I'm busy stealing your shit. .. We're neither, though, just badass. I sure love having two separate Qunari spears sticking in me* (miscellaneous fighting) HEY WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN THERE Aww shit they have a mage too He keeps teleporting around whenever I get near him :| Pictured: Sparrow healing her elf boyfriend I go up to attack the Saarebas, who has teleported up top, but he teleports away and - OH DEAR welp. But Fenris defeats the Saarebas just in time - man, that guy does not look so good. ^Isabela NICE Onwards! I'm gonna drop by Gamlen's really quick, though, because I'm injured due to getting KO'd and going there will heal me.
*I'm aware this sounds like a line from some shitty niche Free Marches pornography. (takes a short rest, puts my feet up on a dog, et cetera) Do they? Hey, am I the short mouth?? Oh no it's probably Javaris. But still. Rude. Isabela? >_? #kpda2banter #fenris+varric
>You'd leave me short handed? (also I changed Hawke's armor bc a Qunari one we found was better. she gets so irritated that her clothing spontaneously changes?) She does not sound very sincere. I'M SO TIRED OF ELF RACISM ARGHH Thanks for putting .. an info board about yourselves.. in your compound??? Spoiler: Codex - The Qunari The people of the Qun are, perhaps, the least-understood group in Thedas. The Qunari Wars were brutal, but so was the ChantrySchism. So was the fall of the Imperium. Some of this misunderstanding is an accident of nature: The race we call "Qunari" are formidable. Nature has given them fierce horns and strange eyes, and the ignorant look on them and see monsters. Some is an accident of language: Few among the Qun's people speak the common tongue, and fewer speak it well. In a culture that strives for mastery, to have only a passable degree of skill is humiliating indeed, and so they often keep quiet among foreigners, out of shame. But much of it is a result of the culture itself. The Qunari view their whole society as a single creature: a living entity whose health and well-being is the responsibility of all. Each individual is only a tiny part of the whole, a drop of blood in its veins. Important not for itself, but for what it is to the whole creature. Because of this, the Qunari most outsiders meet belong to the army, which the Qun regards as if it were the physical body: arms, legs, eyes and ears, the things a creature needs in order to interact with the world. One cannot get to know a person solely by studying his hand or his foot, and so one cannot truly "meet" the Qunari until one has visited their cities. That is where their mind and soul dwell. In Seheron and Par Vollen, one can truly see the Qunari in their entirety. There, the unification of the Qunari into a single being is most evident. Workers, whom the Qun calls the mind, produce everything the Qunari require. The soul, the priesthood, seeks a greater understanding of the self, the world, and exhorts the body and mind to continually strive for perfection. The body serves as the go-between for the mind, the soul, and the world. Everyone and everything has a place, decided by the Qun, in which they work for the good of the whole. It is a life of certainty, of equality, if not individuality. —From the writings of the seer of Kont-arr, 8:41 Blessed
(I know, right? Elf BF and giant monster dude are both looking pretty good) >Do you know him? (left-hand: special companion option. right-hand: all tone-independent plot choices) >_?
What about it, Fenris? (I suspect he'll actually be helpful and not shittalk the guy we're trying to help in the language the Qunari use)
>What about it, Fenris? Wow, thanks, dude, that means a lot. (again, neutral-tone plot options on the right) >_?
>I was promised future profits. Spoiler: Codex - The Qun Long ago, the Ashkaari lived in a great city by the sea. Wealth and prosperity shone upon the city like sunlight, and still its people grumbled in discontent. The Ashkaari walked the streets of his home and saw that all around him were the signs of genius: triumphs of architecture, artistic masterpieces, the palaces of wealthy merchants, libraries, and concert halls. But he also saw signs of misery: the poor, sick, lost, frightened, and the hopeless. And the Ashkaari asked himself, "How can one people be both wise and ignorant, great and ruined, triumphant and despairing?" So the Ashkaari left the land of his birth, seeking out other cities and nations, looking for a people who had found wisdom enough to end hopelessness and despair. He wandered for many years through empires filled with palaces and gardens, but in every nation of the wise, the great, the mighty, he found the forgotten, the abandoned, and the poor. Finally, he came to a vast desert, a wasteland of bare rock clawing at the empty sky, where he took shelter in the shadow of a towering rock, and resolved to meditate until he found his answer or perished. Many days passed, until one night, as he gazed out from the shadow of the rocks, he saw the lifeless desert awaken. A hundred thousand locusts hatched from the barren ground, and as one, they turned south, a single wave of moving earth. The Ashkaari rose and followed in their wake: a path of devastation miles wide, the once verdant land turned to waste. And the Ashkaari's eyes were opened. Existence is a choice. There is no chaos in the world, only complexity. Knowledge of the complex is wisdom. From wisdom of the world comes wisdom of the self. Mastery of the self is mastery of the world. Loss of the self is the source of suffering. Suffering is a choice, and we can refuse it. It is in our own power to create the world, or destroy it. And the Ashkaari went forth to his people. —An excerpt from The Qun, Canto 1 So kind of like the Buddha, if the Buddha took inspiration from locusts destroying stuff. We could leave, or we could go up and start another conversation with the Arishok. Opinions? We can always come back later. >_?