Breaker Thram/Dialogue

== Way of the Reaver ==
:*Breaker Thram: Let's look at you. Right. You'll survive it. Maybe. 
:*Inquisitor: And you are?
:*Breaker Thram: I'm a Breaker. My name is Thram, and I was not expecting a messenger from... this place. The Inquisitor wants to be a Reaver. Heh. (Laughs.)
(I'll use any means to help.)
:*Inquisitor: It may seem odd, but the cause demands it.
:*Breaker Thram: Right. By any means, you will bring good to this world. 
([Laugh with her.]) 
:*Inquisitor: (Laughs?)
:*Breaker Thram: Hmm. Are you a follower? Followers don't do well.
(Get to it.)
:*Inquisitor: Just tell me what to do.
:*Breaker Thram: No one tells you what to do. If you're the type who needs that, stop now.
(What is a Breaker?)
:*Inquisitor: Your title is Breaker? What is that?
:*Breaker Thram: A name. It serves. You will become a Reaver, or you will break.
:*Breaker Thram: It is not a road for those who worry about what others think. You want power. Admit it. You've battles to win. If you give a toss about opinion, you can write your own history after you win. Let's not waste time. You've dragons to conquer, infusions to make, and blood to drink.
(Blood to drink?)
:*Inquisitor: What do you mean by blood? 
:*Breaker Thram: I meant what I said, and it was meant to stop you cold. This way begins and ends with dragon blood. Blood is life. Life is power. It's that simple. Reavers know it. Blood mages know it. All others can debate it in the next world. 
(Dragons to conquer?)
:*Inquisitor: Dragons are involved?
:*Breaker Thram: Dragons are the heart of it. The beating heart. We take of the dragon and become more than a mortal with a sword. We become a conduit to power, but we're not mages. Demons reach through, but find no purchase. They're a slave to the blade. Your blade.
(This sounds dangerous.)
:*Inquisitor: It seems like there's a lot of risk to this.
:*Breaker Thram: There's no risk. There's a promise. If you do this, you will change. There is no retirement from this life. But unlike the Grey Warden or the templar, you don't wither. You'll die when you fail. Until then, glory. 
(Why is this a good discipline?)
:*Inquisitor: What will this allow me to do?
:*Breaker Thram: Win. Not just victory, but bloody victory. The withering of your enemies will empower. The more they think they prevail, the more you bleed, the more you triumph. You wish to inspire? Inspire terror.
(Show me the process.)
:*Inquisitor: Right. Tell me how it begins.
:*Breaker Thram: Very well. There is instruction. There are steps. At the end, there is choice. I look forward to what you become, Inquisitor. 
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Re-initiating dialogue without completing the requisition:
:*Breaker Thram: Do not fail yourself, Inquisitor. That is the one thing a Reaver cannot do.
(Show me the process.)
:*Inquisitor: Right. Tell me how it begins.
:*Breaker Thram: You have the instruction. Get to it. I do not like waiting. 
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After completing Dragon Blood Distillation requisition:
:*Breaker Thram: You have it? The infusion?
:*Inquisitor: I do.
:*Breaker Thram: Then you are ready. There are benefits that flow. Abilities. First you have a choice. Make it. 
Commit to the reaver class specialization: (I will become a Reaver.)
:*Inquisitor: I'm ready. I will make this mine.
:*Breaker Thram: Then let us break you.
== Remarks Around Skyhold ==
:*Breaker Thram: No need to clear a space. They will all turn away.
:*Breaker Thram: A space to watch, respect, and fear.
:*Breaker Thram: Blood has soaked this place. The ground is hard.
:*Breaker Thram: Inquisitor. 
Category: Dragon Age:_Inquisition_dialogues