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Shades of the Blight

Inquisitor: If Solas is really trapped, and really helping, then perhaps this is just a trinket, or a bit of lore. But if not, then hopefully this gives you something. Some clue that helps you trip up his plan.

Something Wrong

There were originally 10 samples to collect, going by the dialogue flags.

Rook: All right. Let’s keep moving.

Rook: Here’s another. Davrin: Good. Let’s keep looking.

Rook: That’s another one.

Rook: That’s another one. Come on.

Rook: All right. Got it.

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Some of these might still trigger in other locations on the map.

Rook: Blight gummed up the entrance. I think we can cut through.

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Rook: The boil’s wrapped up in tendrils. We’ll need to break them to get through.

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Rook: There’s a boil up there! We’ll need to knock it down.

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Rook: We’re not getting through here.

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Ghilan’nain: The darkspawn and the blight bend to our will. Shaped. Nurtured. Improved.

Elgar’nan: Under our command, they will be a relentless tide, preparing the world for our ascension.

Ghilan’nain: The mortals will resist.

Elgar’nan: Then they will fall.

A Change on the Wind

Davrin: Rook, I got a message from Antoine and Evka about Weisshaupt. It’s urgent. They say an army of darkspawn is headed toward Weisshaupt. Odds are the gods are behind it. We have to get there.

Rook: Ah, crap. Okay, let me see what Solas knows and we’ll get moving.

The Siege of Weisshaupt

Rook: It’s us. We’re betting on ourselves.

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Rook: The job’s all yours. I’ll hang back and supervise.

Lucanis: I usually don’t have an audience.

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Rook: We’ll have to make this up as we go. Besides… I’m sure Lucanis will think of something.

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Bellara: Close enough!
Harding: Ow ow ow ow!
Taash: (Groans) Ow!

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Bellara: Oh! Mila! Be careful!
Emmrich: Mila? Are you all right?
Harding: Mila, how are you doing?
Lucanis: Mila?
Neve: Hey, Mila! Are you okay?
Taash: Mila, are you okay?

Mila: They won’t get me!

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Grey Warden: Dump that oil on them!
Grey Warden: Put your backs into it!

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Davrin: Damn you, Ghilan’nain! I’ll be swift when I slit its throat!

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Bellara: I think we need more reinforcements!
Emmrich: We could use our own call for aid about now!
Harding: We could use our own horn right now!
Lucanis: Who’s going to reinforce us?
Neve: That reinforcement horn. Think we could borrow it?
Taash: Could use a horn for reinforcements of our own right now!

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Davrin: Chin up. Not dead yet.

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Bellara: Rook! Hey! Here!
Rook: Bellara! We’re trying to find a way out of this!
Bellara: Follow the torch! Watch out for darkspawn!
Neve: Rook! Look up!
Rook: Neve! We’re trying to find a way out of this!
Neve: Follow the torch! But watch—there’s darkspawn everywhere!

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Bellara: Rook!
Rook: Bellara! You’re still alive!
Bellara: Oh, good! You made it!
Rook: Hurry, open the gate!
Bellara: Um. If you’re sure!

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Davrin: We won’t give in!

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Bellara: Bright side! You’re still alive!
Lucanis: At least you’re still alive.
Neve: You’re still alive. Imagine that.

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Rook: It could work.

Lucanis: But it probably won’t.

Rook: But it might.

Lucanis: Sure. And I’ve got a bridge in Treviso to sell you.

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Rook: It’s why you’re here. Handle the hard stuff.

Lucanis: Might need a raise after this.

Rook: Just helping you be the greatest assassin you can be.

Lucanis: I already am.

Rook: Not ‘til you bag a god.

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Rook: Watch and learn.

Lucanis: After you.

Rook: This is how you end an Archdemon.

Lucanis: I’m watching. And learning.

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Bellara: So much history in this place.
Emmrich: What history in these walls.
Harding: This fortress is ancient, isn’t it?
Lucanis: There’s history here.
Neve: A lot of history in this place.
Taash: There’s so much history in this place.

Davrin: The Wardens have fought and won five Blights. Today we’ll add a dead Archdemon.

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Rook: They’re yours.

Holden: Good luck!

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Davrin: Go, Rook! Show her the dagger!

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Ghilan’nain: My creations are endless. And they have been much improved.
Ghilan’nain: Behold. With every Warden death, she grows.
Ghilan’nain: My creation has many forms to show you.
Ghilan’nain: This form can be stronger.
Ghilan’nain: Feed. Take my gifts. Bloom again!

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(I swear I’ve heard this dialogue before, but I can’t find where it triggers.)

Davrin: This is no Archdemon I’ve ever heard of!

Rook: Can you still kill it?

Davrin: So long as it bleeds!

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Rook: Keep at it! We can win this!

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Davrin: There! That one’s dead!
Davrin: We killed another one!

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Reference past DA:
Varric: I’ve hung around with a few of those types before. Both in Kirkwall and Skyhold. Solas being the most prominent example.