Today, Emer continues her increasingly worrisome adventure in the Hinterlands and takes a quick trip to Val Royeaux to try and convince a very hostile chantry to support the Inquisition.
In every lair of templar, mage or bandit there seems to be some vein of red lyrium. I WONDER IF THIS IS A PLOT DEVICE. It’s time to move on, Emer thinks.
First, though, she must stop the wolves from attacking the farmers. Through a very complicated series of deductions, she figured out that the Wolf Cave was where they were hiding. Very subtle.
And by some strange coincidence, there are statues of canines in the wolf grotto! Hmm. Anyway, there was a rift demon there (but no rift) corrupting the poor wolves so Emer promptly dispatched him and then the wolves were her best friend. Annoyingly, as they promptly attacked a druffalo back at Redcliffe Farms and then died to it, leaving Emer et all to kill the very annoyed beast. In front of its farmer owner. Who did not react to this barbarism. Oh, video games.
Because sure, why wouldn’t a wolf being wearing a rare amulet grinding 2% bleed on hit. Totally legit, video gamessssss.
And a quick aside, there’s a lot of interesting and sometimes lovely and sometimes horrifying sculpture here in the Hinterlands, but SERIOUSLY what the hell is this.
We’ve done all we can usefully do so its off to Haven to see what our war table would like us to do. Well, we would have done that, only there’s a total brawl happening in front of the chantry. Mages and Templars that have joined the Inquisition have forgotten that they’re joined under a common cause and are busily accusing each other of killing the Divine. Emer is mentally breathing a sigh of relief that they aren’t blaming her for once, and Cullen is not having ANY OF THIS.
What’s with the smug face, sir? What’s with the red eyes? Are you taking some chemical enhancement to deal with this stress?
Anyway, Cullen is full of sass anyway. Check out this snarky put down. Bless.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, our newest task is to go off to Val Royeaux, the capital city of Orlais, to try and charm the Chantry into loving us and lending us their support.
At least the scenery is pretty, though! And just when Emer begin to worry that no one has any sense of humor around here…
I LOVE this vandal (who marked nearly every plaque).
The Chantry’s expecting us — with its leader standing ready to negotiate…hahah just kidding no one likes us.
But before her bow and arrow can come out the head of the Templars in the area knocks your lady out. Hooray, the happy inquisition adventurers think, finally someone is on our side!
Yeah. Right. The templars hate everyone and their leader tells off Cassandra for starting the Inquisition and trusting Emer and so on and so on. They also announce they are withdrawing from Val Royeaux, who no longer deserve their protection. And ok, look, these folks are a bit mad, but in these dark, dark, dark times the Templars seem to be completely abandoning their training and tenants in favor of hurt feelings and a real bad attitude.
Gee. I wonder why he’s acting so out of character. Surely he’s not been corrupted. SURELY NOT.
Fiona, the Grand Enchantress of the mages is there, as well — in contrast to the mad templars, she invites our parties to at least negotiate in Redcliffe village. In Mages vs. Templars right now, Mages are definitely winning.
Someone shoots an arrow into this crowded square with a message for us. This seems very VERY irresponsible, friends of Red Jenny, but I’m all about an adventure.
We’ve done all we usefully can in the city, although I obviously take this opportunity to go for a wander and look for the red handkerchiefs that will lead me to Red Jenny. This place is a treasure trove.
Yes! More Randy Dowager!