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        Dragon Age: Inquisition [PS4 or XONE] [2014]

Just as Jesus of Nazareth was asked to answer to claims of his divinity, so too does
Dragon Age: Inquisition ask you to respond to rumors of your own godhood. As the
game opens, you tumble from a rift in the sky, from which onlookers also see a glimpse
of a woman. Many believe that the woman must be Andraste, the prophet whose doctrine
inspired the rise of the Chantry, yet you have no memory of the event. Perhaps you are a
chosen one; perhaps you are merely fortunate. The Maker may know, but His voice
continues to go unheard, at least directly; it is up to you, and those you influence, to
decide whether you have been marked by a deity. And just as with real-life matters of
faith, there is not always a clear resolution.

Dragon Age: Inquisition does not draw subtle parallels between the Chantry and modern-
day Christianity. Its references are obvious and sometimes heavy-handed, but clear
allegory aside, this vast and engrossing role-playing game effectively explores matters of
faith and devotion on an intimate level, surrounding you with a multitude of people, each
of whom navigates evolving religious turmoil in his or her own way. The chaos of the
world you are thrust into explores the usual Dragon Age themes--the struggle between
mages and templars, the role of the Grey Wardens in holding off demonic blights, and the

political machinations of the Orlesian elite among them. But the Chantry takes a central
role, and the ways in which the dialogue and gameplay decisions allow you to express
your own views of faith make Inquisition the most personal game in the series, which is a
wonderful revelation given how much real estate it depicts.

What a shame to spoil such a pretty place with magic and swords.

It is from tragedy and chaos that the Inquisition is reborn, and it is only appropriate that a
fledgling movement appoint a fledgling leader--you--as its head. You tailor your
Inquisitor in all sorts of wonderful ways using the game's intricate character creation
system; you may even choose from a couple of different voices, even though the
character is fully acted. You can also create a Qunari protagonist for the first time in the
series, though you needn't mourn the options you didn't choose should you prefer a
Dalish elf: your available party members, three of whom can join you at any given time,
are a diverse group, and include Iron Bull, a no-nonsense, laid-back Qunari warrior who
avoids becoming the gruff, gravelly-voiced stereotype he could so easily have been.

In fact, Dragon Age: Inquisition's characters typically avoid the cliches we've come to
know in video games (and in fiction in general), which is much of what makes getting to
know them, even returning ones, such a pleasure. Cassandra is primarily known for her
interrogation of Varric, that dwarven teller of tall of tall tales, in Dragon Age II; in
Inquisition, her stubbornness takes a beautifully human shape. She is driven not by
power, but by law, and as she examines her faith during a time of upheaval, her
questioning is poignant. That she believes is her most admirable trait, though it's this
same trait that has her frequently confronting Varric with such aggression. Hearing the
two bicker as they follow you across verdant meadows and through dim caverns is one of
Inquisition's highlights.

The ways in which the dialogue and gameplay decisions allow you to express your own
views of faith make Inquisition the most personal game in the series.

Meet Iron Bull. He may or may not be pleased to meet you.

Of course, keeping these two in your party means leaving others behind, and it's hard not
to miss Varric's hairy chest, which is almost a character unto itself. I grew to appreciate a
mysterious spirit named Cole most of all, not just because of his talent with dual daggers,
but for his overwhelming compassion for others. He reads minds, often communicating
the thoughts and emotions he uncovers in a stream-of-consciousness poetry, fragmented
and alliterative. Cole comforts people in need, but wipes memories of him from their
minds, in a touching show of selflessness.

Dragon Age: Inquisition treats its characters with great respect; Iron Bull's description of
sex among the Qunari is as honest as his admiration of a transgender mercenary is
honorable. Your choices when speaking to your cohorts, as well as when adventuring,
meet with their disapproval or approval, sometimes even when the character in question
isn't there to witness the event. (It's odd to be immediately notified that Varric appreciates

how you have destroyed a deposit of the dangerous mineral red lyrium even when he isn't
at your side when it occurs.) Romance might ensue, presuming you earn the favor of the
character you most fancy, though there is always the chance of a broken heart. As is the
case with most BioWare games, many previous choices are inescapable; encouraging my
lover to make the world a better place ultimately led to our split. In that moment, I
recalled losing Alastair to a greater cause in Dragon Age: Origins; how appropriate that
the best experiences in the series thus far would be similarly tinged with sorrow.

It is through dialogue choices and forking gameplay options that you become the
Inquisitor you wish to be. You even sit upon your throne and cast judgment on those that
wronged you--and then deal with the repercussions when certain people and factions
don't like your choices. You might sentence a renegade mage to tranquility, only to face
negativity from magical forces that fear your wrath--or, if you are a mage, see you as a
hypocrite. Some of these choices play out on the war table, which you view along with
your Inquisition allies from overhead. Here, you select missions that might reward you
with influence and power, or earn you metals and herbs to use for crafting new armor and
weapons, or for outfitting your base of operations with new decor. Once a mission is
selected, you select an approach--usually diplomatic, surreptitious, or forceful--and then
wait for word to come back and rewards to flow in. This is Dragon Age's answer to
Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood: you assign tasks to your allies, and they return, hopefully,
with news of good fortune.

Veilfire is a new addition that allows you to see hidden elven writing. It's like real fire.
Only magic.

Your choices from previous games are reflected as well, though if you've decided to
move to a new platform, you can visit the game's official website and tailor the world in
advance. Some references to those choices are entirely too conspicuous, as if to scream
"Hey, remember that thing you did? Do you?" Fortunately, not every contextual detour is
so blatant. Your race and class are frequently noted in passing, and they are reflected in
how people speak to you and react to your presence. As a Dalish elf, the idea that I could
truly be The Herald of Andraste (the Christlike title I was granted) was blasphemy among
many; as a mage, the Templars did not greet me with enthusiasm. At one stage, I was
invited to hobnob with the Orlesian elite, a suspicious crowd that grew even more
suspicious in my elven presence.

The mission that puts you face to face with the nobility of Orlais, as well as with the
disturbing masks they donned, is somewhat of a slog--a lot of walking and talking and
listening, but rather little in the way of epiphany. It's also an important one, in that it
portrays the diplomatic aspect of the Inquisitor's role in this world. You are a spy, an
ambassador, and a combatant, and this thematic diversity is reflected in the gameplay.
You are also an explorer, spending most of your time traversing Dragon Age:
Inquisition's expansive spaces. You move through the meadows, deserts, and stormy
coasts from a third-person perspective, uncovering new areas, unlocking new camps for
resting, and, of course, crushing the apostates, great bears, and wyverns that dare taunt
you.

It is through dialogue choices and forking gameplay options that you become the
Inquisitor you wish to be.

Closing rifts is your primary concern, at least in the early going.

Combat is likely to be Dragon Age: Inquisition's most divisive feature. It is fun and
colorful, and if you bemoaned the loss of the tactical camera in Dragon Age II, you'll be
glad to know it is back, and available even on consoles, allowing you to direct the action
from above. The tactical camera can be awkward, getting caught up on objects and
sticking a bit too close to the action. On the other, the ability on consoles to use a single
button to forward time instead of constantly pausing and unpausing is an intuitive tweak.
But unless you're fighting roaring dragons or imposing bosses, you probably won't need
the tactical camera very often, should you play on medium difficulty. Instead, you
perform your standard attack, which costs no stamina, while throwing in more powerful
abilities for dealing additional damage and controlling crowds.

In the meanwhile, your companions perform adequately enough; you can somewhat
customize their AI routines as you could in previous games, but there's little need for
micromanagement in this way. Most healing magic is gone, so you rely on health potions
that replenish in camps and towns, and most tactical considerations, like throwing bombs
and drinking draughts, can be dealt with from the default point of view. Ultimately, it's a
good system that works well in both wide open spaces and cramped caves, and
Inquisition is certainly the most fluid of the Dragon Age games. There are challenges out
there, but nail-biting battles aren't common, though hard mode is always there if you
want one, and dragon battles demand your concentration regardless.

Certain key boss battles aren't a comfortable fit; boss attack patterns sometimes require
immediate reactions, but party members in the midst of combat don't respond until the
current action is complete, at which point it might be too late to avoid damage. These
occasions are the exception, however, and not the rule, and easy or not, there's no
doubting the action's diversity. Because you can directly control the Inquisitor as well as
any party member, there's never a need to stick with magic, or a two-handed blade, if you
prefer to inhabit Varric's shoes and shoot his prized bow Bianca for a while.

Even deserts provide rest to the weary, if you know where to look.

Journeying is an absolute delight. You discover astralariums that hone in on
constellations, requiring you to perform a connect-the-stars minigame to reveal the myth
behind them. You peer through contraptions that allow you to survey the landscape and
identify shimmering shards, which you then may collect. Such activities initially come
across as busywork, only to be revealed as keys to new dungeons and temples.
Meanwhile, your work at the war table often results in new areas being revealed, and
previously accessible areas opening to you. And so you blindly venture into a new
cavern, which might hold spiders, phantasms seeking respite, or puzzles that lead to even
greater mysteries. There are decisions to make in the field, as well. I chose to betray my
legacy and pursue untold magical knowledge, only to offer that knowledge to another

when I feared the potential negative repercussions. There are paths I look back on with
wonder and regret. What if I had gained the ancient ally I had forsaken? What if I had
abandoned my selfish quest for wisdom and instead paid no mind to the power-hungry
mage bending my ear?

And so a world builds around you. You blow a horn that sounds out across the land,
signaling to your comrades that a fortification is cleared of enemies and theirs to inhabit.
You find notes and read books, and they build a narrative picture remarkably consistent
with the game's sights and sounds. In Dragon Age: Inquisition, gameplay and story are
not separate objects, but inextricable entities. The story you create in your mind by the
very act of adventuring, and the one BioWare tells by way of its events and characters,
have equal footing. Dragon Age: Inquisition separates its expansive regions and makes
them accessible on its world map; it is not one massive space, as an Elder Scrolls game
would be. But it feels no less impressive for it, nor does the storytelling suffer from the
sheer size of the world and the sheer amount of content. These elements form a large,
coherent, self-consistent picture.

Well, it is called "Dragon Age," after all.

This enormous and attractive picture reveals blemishes should you look closely enough.
Rare sound bugs, awkward jumping puzzles, characters that pop into view, awkward
cutscene transitions, and weird clipping might briefly distract you, but their sum total
amounts to little. 85 hours after I started Dragon Age: Inquisition, the story reached a
conclusion, and yet I still stare at all the areas still dark on the map. You can customize
the keep that serves as your base of operations, and I look at the list of related
unlockables, most of which still remain inaccessible. I wonder about Vivienne, the
haughty mage that joined my cause, yet whom I barely know. I look at the small list of
potions I have unlocked, and get anxious, wanting to rush into the Hinterlands or the
Storm Coast, hoping to find plans for more. I ponder these schools of combat I have been
told of, and the quests that (I think) will add them to my party's repertoire upon
completion. I long to see and do all that I missed, not because it's there--but because I am
confident it's worth seeing and doing.

You spend several of those hours at the crafting tables, creating and enhancing armor and
weapons using the metals and herbs you collect along the way. If there's anything that
slows down exploration, it's the frequent searching and collection of elfroot and
serpentstone. You don't actively spend skill points in core attributes like constitution and
ability, but you can still affect them when constructing gear for you and your cohorts. I
miss Dragon Age: Origins' Sandal, the lovable lug all too eager to enhance your armor
with a simple call of "Enchantment?" But the system he services didn't go as deep as
Inquisition's, which had me carefully hoarding the rarest resources so that I might use
them wisely. That spark-spewing dragon wasn't going to die a natural death, after all.

This is my inquisitor. What does yours look like?

You might also spend a few hours in Dragon Age: Inquisition's cooperative multiplayer
mode, which recalls that of Mass Effect 3, in that you have access only to a few different
archetypes, and gradually earn more characters, more skills, and more items to boost you
and your teammates in battle. (Of course, you can also purchase loot caches if you wish
to hurry the process. It wouldn't be a modern big-budget game without a raft of
microtransactions.) Matches are straightforward sojourns through three different maps
focused exclusively on eliminating enemies, and while the enemies may differ, the pace
is straightforward. Mass Effect 3 garnered a dedicated online following; Dragon Age:
Inquisition's moment-to-moment gameplay doesn't have the same immediacy and spark,
making it a fine bit of light entertainment, but unlikely to inspire the same devotion.

Inquisition's characters and world, on the other hand, recall the grand gestures of the
original Dragon Age, even though the game as a whole is so structurally different to its
predecessors. It offers the thrill of discovery and the passion of camaraderie. It features a
glee club called The Sing-Quisition, and a dwarf with writer's block. It establishes
connections with its world in big ways and small, with the sight of a titanous temple and
the smirk of an Orlesian commander in love. Dragon Age: Inquisition is a wonderful
game and a lengthy pilgrimage to a magical world with vital thematic ties to one we
already know.

Special edition game - Well, do not care .,He took a sip and lit up with delight . It opened
at the hotel ( as it turned out , free) paper and began idly turning the pages . Nothing
interesting , as usual , though the newspaper was not Russian , and not even Ukrainian -
publication of the Air Force. In Russian , however, language. Time was still full, and
Mazur closed his eyes , face to the light refreshing wind , smelling of salt, algae , port -
and God knows what it still smells of the sea breeze . In his life, he smelled the odors
such times and in amounts preizryadno in all latitudes and longitudes . " At least , not the
smell of gunpowder ," - wondered , but Mazur , shaking his head , drove her extinguished
cigarette in a crystal ashtray , standing on a small mahogany table with a marble cover (
table was outrageously antique kind) , and took another sip.,In fact, all the furniture in the
room was antique , about the end of the nineteenth century , with the exception , of
course, the equipment bath and dressing room, where there was a technique the twenty-
first century, only - well , it is clear, did not have ancestors in principle these facilities ,
which really there ...,In the morning , just stay at the hotel , Mazur fully appreciate the
technological advances . I took a shower , for fun experimenting with frightening number
buttons on the remote control (otherwise you could not tell ! ) Shower . Refreshed, with
interest wandered number. Large living room, in no way is there a fireplace, to all
appearances - acting , bedroom a little smaller , but the bed in her monstrous proportions ,
and - well, wow ! - Under a canopy ( Mazur snorted ) , bathroom and dressing room , a
large balcony overlooking the sea . Yes, with the guys , not bad ...,Generally , the idyll
began early in the morning when the aircraft company "Delta" has landed at the Odessa
airport. Mazur, waiting for his turn , said goodbye to the stewardess , breathed the sea air

felt even here , and began to descend the ladder . The sun does not roasted in the morning
, the sky - no clouds , the air was moist and warm, gleaming in the distance oily cigar
aircraft fuselages ...,Near the stairs of perched some very nehily , shiny in the morning
light reclaimed boards of cars - which, of course , breaks all the rules of safety , but in
doing so automatically testified very sickly same rank flown .,Mazur smiled .,Looks like
some bosses cornered Business Class . Well, it's not for us. That's what we had seen in
Russia , there is nothing surprising in general, - you never know what might Muscovites
flight to the Square ...,When Mazur in the crowd arrived safely down the ladder and was
sent to the feet of the waiting bus passengers , his ear rang softly : " Kirill Stepanovich ?
",The voice was female , stressed polite, with a barely noticeable hohlyatsky accent.,Yeah
, that's the official committee meeting drew high-ranking guest ...,Looking back, Mazur
saw the black-haired maiden of twenty-five , in a gray trouser suit and a white open
blouse . Cute , among other things. Quickly he gave her a professional look . Unarmed .
If the jacket that bristled , then not Holster - jacket sat like a glove ... Well , except for a
slight bulge in the front . Convex very appetizing , had to admit . Still, he instinctively
moved slightly to the left , just a little , supposedly to the sun does not beat in the eye, but
in fact - in order to earn a few extra moments when the girl decides to grab something
from the trunk and starts to turn in his direction .,Although - nonsense , of course , if you
think about. Who will start firing in a place ... But here that is curious : Who is this friend
is , if it is allowed on the airfield ? Or rather : who does it serve? ..,- Kirill Stepanovich ?
- She said , baring white teeth smile in the duty .,- Let's say - responded Mazur .,- Kirill
Stepanovich told me to meet you and to forward to the hotel. Your luggage is delivered
behind. The car is waiting , please ! For all questions and suggestions you can contact me
directly - my name is Oksana .,She pulled out his golden- blue business card with a single
word " Oksana " and with only one mobile phone number below. Neither the company
name nor logo , nor any other information on a rectangular piece of cardboard was not
observed.,Mazur second mused , turning the business card in his fingers , then casually
slipped it into his pocket and nodded graciously :,- Well, once ordered , the Forward ...
Oksana .,And prespokoynenko as if his " ezhedenno " meet near his ladder at various
airports , moved to the side of the terminal , in the course of thinking , "No, no bases here
can not be , would not it all happened , one boy , holding steady ... Most likely , inviting
party attended . And that nice, damn it! I wonder what we 're going ? Do not take a taxi
then? ",- Uh ... Kirill Stepanovich , we actually here .,Mazur turned almost lost his step ,
but managed to save face .,Oksana diplomatically behind , pointed to one of the cast to
the ladder trucks , light beige "Toyota " executive class , and then opened the back of her
, beautiful , door. Corner of my eye caught Mazur assessing the views of some business-
class passengers , coming down behind him. And , lifting a brow , strode to the car, I sat
on the cool leather seat . Softly closing the door behind him , Oksana nestled behind the
wheel, and the miracle of the Japanese automotive industry with a rustle of tires on
tarmac rushed to the exit from the airfield ... - iphone, pc, windows

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