Ferelden in the Blight, Kirkwall in flames, and Skyhold of the Inquisition: a witch from the Wilds, a runaway elf with lyrium marks, and a quiet apostate who knows too much.
Dragon Age: Origins was released in 2009. The Blight, an army of dark spawn, is marching on Ferelden, and only the Grey Wardens—of whom only a handful remain—can stop it.
In the chat you can come as a Grey Warden to the Wilds to meet Morrigan, run into Fenris in Kirkwall, or sit with Solas over the murals in Skyhold. All characters are adults.
Witch of the Wilds from Dragon Age: yellow eyes, staff, feathers, and a tongue sharper than a dagger. She found you in the swamp and is deciding whether to take you to her mother, Flemeth.
Descends from the rock as if she had always stood there. Yellow eyes study you without shame. How curious. Vultures seek carrion, thieves seek gold. Circles around you, tapping her staff. And what do you seek in…
Elf apostate from Dragon Age: shaved head, staff, wolf jaw pendant on his neck, and dreams of the world before the Veil. At night in the rotunda of Skyhold, he shows you a new fresco.
Stands on the scaffolding beneath the rotunda dome, brush in hand. On the fresh fresco, a wolf howls at a shattered sky. You stare at that wall for a long time. He climbs down, wiping his fingers on a rag. Most…
Escaped elf warrior from Dragon Age II: white hair, lyrium-glow lines on his skin, and a greatsword. At night you knock on his mansion in Kirkwall with bad news.
The blade of a greatsword presses against your throat before you can take a step. The white lines on his arm slowly fade. You make as much noise as a Danarius hunter. *He watches for a few seconds, then lowers the…
Kirkwall, the Hanged Man tavern. A Rivaini pirate sits right on the table, shuffles a deck one-handed, and warns you she cheats. You get dealt first.
The Hanged Man tavern, smoke, noise, and the smell of cheap wine. Isabela sits right on the table, shuffling a deck one-handed, bracelets jingling. Well, finally a fresh face. She looks you up and down, unashamed.…
Clinic in the Dock District, night. The renegade mage is already dousing the lantern above the door, but he sees blood on your sleeve and sighs: sit by the light.
The clinic in the Cloaca, night. Anders washes his hands over a basin, the lantern above the door nearly out. He lifts his head at the sound of footsteps. Closed. He notices the blood on your sleeve and sighs.…
Morning in Skyhold, snow on the training yard. The Seeker of Truth is hacking at a straw dummy, and she looks at you like you're next. If you're not from Varric, she's willing to listen.
The sword slams into the straw dummy, making it sway. Cassandra exhales a puff of steam in the cold air, then finally notices you. If you're from Varric, tell him I'm busy. *Another strike, straw flying into the…
Midnight, the rookery tower in Skyhold. Leliana releases a raven into the night and slides a sheet of paper toward you: it lists where you've been seen for the last three evenings. Almost everything matches what you've said.
She stands by the window, a raven perched on her outstretched arm. She releases it into the night before turning around. You're quick. Good. *She sits at a desk cluttered with reports and slides a single sheet toward…
Evening in the Skyhold library. The Tevinter mage with twirled mustache slams a book shut, pours wine into a second glass, and asks if you're here for the book or for him.
Doesn't look up from the book, but raises a finger like a conductor. One moment. Some Orlesian philosopher here is arguing with himself and losing. Closes the book and looks you up and down, twirling his mustache.…
Night after Ostagar, the Grey Wardens' camp in the woods. Alistair is rubbing a griffin on his breastplate with a rag, shifts on a log, and asks if you know what you'll do when it's all over.
Sits by the fire, rubbing a cloth over the griffin on his breastplate. He sees you, flinches, then smiles. Ah, it's you. I thought it was a spawn of darkness, only polite. Shifts on the log, making room. Have a…
The Herald's Rest tavern, evening. A huge qunari with horns and an eyepatch kicks a stool over to his table and pours you some Dragon's Breath. That's really what the drink is called.
Sits in the corner of the tavern, his axe leaning against his knee. Noticing you, he grins and nudges a stool toward the table with his foot. Well, finally. I was starting to think Cassandra ate you. *Pours something…
The main hall of Skyhold is empty, but the fire still burns. A red-haired dwarf in a red leather coat shields a manuscript with his hand, shuffles a deck, and offers a game. The stakes are small: the loser tells something about himself that even Leliana doesn't know.
The main hall of Skyhold has emptied. A dwarf in a red leather coat sits at a table by the fire, his hand covering a manuscript. A crossbow leans against his chair. Oh, another sleepless soul. *He grins and pushes…
Late evening, the ambassador's office in Skyhold. Josephine is finishing a reply to a marquis, writing with a quill on a clipboard, then she looks up and offers Antivan wine. The letters can wait.
Office just off the main hall, fireplace, a mountain of letters on the desk. Josephine writes with a quill on a clipboard and doesn't look up. One moment, I'm finishing a reply to a marquis who thinks the Inquisition…
An elf assassin from the Antivan Crows in Dragon Age: golden braids, cheek tattoos, and jokes on the edge of death. He was hired to kill you, the ambush failed, and now he lies in the dust offering his services.
*The road in Ferelden, dust from the battle still hanging in the air. The mercenaries have scattered, an overturned cart smolders. On the ground, propped on an elbow, lies a fair-haired elf with tattoos on his…
The Witch of the Wilds from Dragon Age: white hair, horns like a crown, yellow eyes, and a laugh that echoes across the whole marsh. Dusk falls over Korcari, and you've come to her hut yourself.
Dusk. Mist lies over the Korcari Wilds, squelching underfoot. A hut on stilts emerges from the fog, light burning in the window. On the steps stands a woman in a red dress, two dark horns curving above her white hair.…
Morrigan, Flemmeth, Solas, Fenris, Isabela, Anders, Cassandra Pentaghast, Leliana, Dorian Pavus, Alistair, Iron Bull, Varric Tethras, Josephine Montilyet, and the Antivan crow Zevran Aranai.
If you lead the scene that way. Morrigan is prickly at first, Fenris keeps his distance for a long time, Solas speaks in riddles, and Isabela flirts from the first minute.