#roderick

Rod’s happy to chat about what’s all the buzz lately.

Sometimes even sneps are pouty.

When you want to draw a little bit every day, have some easy fallbacks - not everything has to be new or grandiose or pushing your limits.

I’ve had an expression-a-day sitting around awhile, but figured it was time to get these out the door.

A Fine Young Man

Cole Masterpost
Related Quest: In Your Heart Shall Burn

(Only available if sided with mages.)
The PC speaks to Cole in the rafters of the tavern at Skyhold. 

Cole: Roderick was sorry before he died.

1 - Dialogue options:

• Investigate: You knew Roderick? [2]
• Investigate: I hope you didn’t kill him. [3]
  - Cole slightly disapproves
• General: Did he tell you why he was sorry? [4]
• General: I’m glad to hear it. [5]
• General: Don’t speak of him. [6]
  - Cole slightly disapproves

2 - Investigate: You knew Roderick?
PC: I wasn’t aware you and Roderick were acquainted.
Cole: He was hurt. Red inside from the templar, but red outside from the templar, too. Needed help to walk. Limping, light, leaning on the young like old Pepe when the road was icy. He called me a fine young man. He was sorry for what he did to you.
[Back to 1]

3 - Investigate: I hope you didn’t kill him.
PC: You didn’t try to… end his suffering, did you?
Cole: No. He was dying already, and he welcomed it. The pain wasn’t too much. He saw it at the end. Loving light, open arms. Andraste was taking him home. He was happy. And sorry.
[Back to 1]

4 - General: Did he tell you why he was sorry?
PC: Did he tell you why he was sorry?
Cole: Blood everywhere, monsters, madness, dying, we’re all dying. The Herald stands against it, and heads turn. Desperate and simple. Pure. Voices in the Chantry. Years since I’d sung the song and felt it flowing through me, but this is real. This is real. So ling since I’d felt it, falling, flying. Faith. And I fought [them]. Maker forgive me. I hope I did enough. [7]

5 - General: I’m glad to hear it.
PC: Roderick was a pebble in the Inquisition’s boot. A little remorse only seems fair.
Cole: Blood everywhere, monsters, madness, dying, we’re all dying. The Herald stands against it, and heads turn. Desperate and simple. Pure. Voices in the Chantry. Years since I’d sung the song and felt it flowing through me, but this is real. This is real. So ling since I’d felt it, falling, flying. Faith. And I fought [them]. Maker forgive me. I hope I did enough. [7]

6 - General: Don’t speak of him.
PC: I didn’t come to talk about Roderick.
Cole: What did you some to talk about? [7]

7 - Scene ends.