Deleted Dialogue
What Pride Had Wrought
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At the eluvian in Skyhold:
Morrigan: That would be unwise.
In the crossroads
Special: The energy here is strange.
PC: This place isn’t natural. It almost seems… constructed. It’s as if someone made a pocket within the Fade, with its own rules of reality. If the ancient elves could do this… Morrigan: It seems remarkable that the magisters of Tevinter could ever challenge them, yes. PC: It’s deteriorating. Eventually this place will simply collapse on itself. Morrigan: Who can say how old it is? For now it stands, and thus retains its value.
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PC: Our our allies prepared to march with the Inquisition?
Josephine: Emperor Gaspard has sent his chevaliers. His scouts have gone ahead to meet Leliana’s people in the Arbor Wilds. Josephine: Ambassador Briala has dispatched her elven hunters. They’ll meet with Leliana’s scouts in the Arbor Wilds. Josephine: Empress Celene has sent imperial soldiers. Her swiftest archers will meet Leliana’s scouts in the Arbor wilds.
Leliana: They’re trapping and harassing soldiers of Corypheus. Our own should catch up soon.
Josephine: Lady Morrigan will help us find this eluvian within the forest.
Cullen: It will be bloody, Inquisitor, but our men and women understand what must be done. The time to rout Corypheus is now.
Morrigan: A question, soldier, before you are lost to the din of battle. The elven ruin of which you spoke… where is it located?
Captain: The scouts say it’s to the northwest, Lady Morrigan.
LaMarche: In times such as these, I wish I was meant to be a chevalier. What finer work is performed today than that of our knights?
Josephine: I have seen Corypheus’s wrath, Lord LaMarche. It is even more terrible than his agents’. May the chevaliers be as fortunate as they are brave.
LaMarche: Yes, of course. Maker guide them.
Briala: Be on guard, Inquisitor. My scouts caught glimpses of Corypheus heading toward the temple.
Gaspard: Maker willing, we’ll see more fighting before the day’s end.
Leliana: The temple is close. I pray you find it before Corypheus.
Cullen: I’ll be fine! Keep going! Cullen: Onwards! Cullen: The temple’s ahead, Inquisitor. Cullen: Maker keep you safe. Cullen: Go on. We’ll hold things here.
Sentinel 1: Fenhedis! Ma halani! Ma halani! Sentinel 2: Dareth shiral vhenan! Ara— (Gasps.) Sentinel 1: (Screams.)
Vivienne: What was that? Sera: What was that? Varric: You hear that? Iron Bull: You hear that? Cassandra: The temple’s guardians, perhaps. Blackwall: What was that? Cole: Worried, wary, watchful, and we are unwanted. PC: What’s that?
Dorian: Is it the elves watching us, or the Venatori? Solas: Our movements here have not gone unnoticed. Cole: Someone’s watching us. Blackwall: Wonder if we’re being followed by elves or Venatori. Cassandra: Who goes there? Show yourself? Varric: Don’t waste your time, Seeker. Nobody ever answers that. Iron Bull: Gotta be elves. The Vints aren’t this quiet. Varric: If we’re being stalked, I’d rather they get it over with. PC: Who’s there?
PC: Closed, as if it’s sealed.
Morrigan: If this door is anything like the previous, only completing the rituals will open it.
PC: There!
Morrigan: Excellent. Let us proceed.
Morrigan: You missed one of the steps. All of them must be touched to proceed.
Party comments:
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Cassandra: The path is blocked. Perhaps you can jump over the rubble?
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Iron Bull: I think you gotta hop over the rubble in the middle.
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Blackwall: I don’t think you can finish walking this ritual without jumping over to the other side.
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Morrigan: The intended path is ruined. Leap over the rubble if you wish to proceed.
Sentinel (guide): Awell!
Abelas: And we will defend the vir’abelasan, as we ever have.
Morrigan: With what? These few warriors who remain at your side?
Abelas: The shemlen are as poor at keeping their word as reputed.
Morrigan: As you assumed, else why would you have fled to destroy the Well?
Morrigan: What about one trained, prepared in your arts?
Dialogue options:
- Is the Well dangerous?
Is the Well dangerous? PC: You said the knowledge inside the Well might be “too much”… is it dangerous? Abelas: No being so young has ever partaken of the vir’abelasan. I cannot know. You could never prepare as Mythal’s true servants did, in the scant years granted a shemlen. Morriga: Your vast lifespan did not ready you to drive off the Venatori. It has limits, clearly. Ableas: That is true.
PC (at the Well): Is that so?
Dialogue options:
- Amazing. PC: There was… that was power like nothing I’ve ever felt. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
- I’m not sure. PC: Ask me again once I’ve a chance to think about it. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
- Terrifying. PC: I think I nearly died. ㅤㅤ ㅤ
- I’m fine. PC: No permanent damage, I think.
Scene continues.
PC: The next thing to do is—