What did you do today in DA? [Spoilers]

Mh, okay, I didn't even know about this folder-deletion thing. If I add a new mod I fire up the manager, tick the boxes for the official patch and all mods that I want and click Merge. And it works just fine. Also I started using mods mid-playthrough and everything worked. So I have no idea what might be the problem in your case, sorry.

Do you have Origins for PC? If you do, you may want to check out some of the mods at Nexus Mods. It's very impressive what modders have done to keep Origins up-to-date. And there are still people turning out new mods for this game from 2009! That just goes to show you how compelling the story is!  In particular -- again if you are doing this on PC -- the mod "Dragon Age Redesigned" really improves the look of the game.   You can find it here:

www.nexusmods.com/dragonage/mods/686/?

That said, for your first PT, you should probably play the vanilla game so you can see the world BW originally intended.  And hopefully, you will want to do other PTs since there are five different origins, each of which gives you a different perspective of the world of Thedas.  Also, do you have Origins Ultimate Edition?  That has all the DLCs.  Two of them involve things done in the main game and one of these adds a new companion.  Have fun!

deadlydwarf

Thank you, and yes, I have the ultimate, so I will have the DLCs included, at least the Awakening. While I love the modding community, I think I am inclined to agree with Catilina that the vanilla is the best first time around, unless the game is broken like KOTOR2 was. So, for now, I will just play the game "out of the box". The graphics is not the best, but it is not game-breaking bad for me, like I felt it was in NWN1 or Arkanum.

Morrigan can do hebalism.
click on her, if she doesn't have the Herbalism leaf in her quickbar, open her skills and click on it.
You will see what recipes you know, if you have the ingredients, just click on it to make it.
The same goes for a rogue and trap making.
And you yourself for making potions.

Go to the Tavern in Lothering and get Leliana. She will also be able to talk to the Revered Mother for you.

I took the inventory mod in the list of popular mods. There is a button to open up a box  to type in the space wanted, default is 400. Maybe this is the wrong mod?

I tried again just now and noticed a message at the end of the merge; the inventory mod is missing a config line or something.

P.S.  at the loading screen msg; horses are the fastest way to travel across Thedas (or something like that). Yeah right.

(Been a while coming, My system fried, literally, Taken me a while to get my main characters on my various games back up to previous development levels. Anyways, on with the story...)

The journey of Warden Commander Drako Amell, The Hero of Ferelden: (DA:O, DA:A, and Witch hunt)



The Chronicles of Tyros Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall:



Path of Inquisitor Mason Trevelyan, Herald of Andraste:

For a thousand years, the Templar Order has stood as guardians of Mages. Protecting Mages as much as they protected others from Mages within their Circles of Magi. A delicate balance of safe haven and prison. A balance that has been torn asunder by the destruction of the Chantry of Kirkwall at the hands of an abomination and the following Annulment of it's Circle at the hands of a mad Knight Commander. I am Mason Trevelyan, son of the noble house Trevelyan of Ostwick in the Free Marches. As a child I was intended for a life in either the Chantry priesthood or the Templar order. That was until my magical talents began to surface. I was sent off to the Ostwick's Circle of Magi. Protected, but stifled. Educated, but Isolated. Some Mages despise the life within the Circle seeing it only as a prison, but I found peace in those halls and valued the chance to learn about the power inside me and what it could do. I did not see my magic as a curse as the Chantry would have you believe, but as a gift. A small spark of the Maker's power. I excelled in my studies and became the youngest enchanter in the Ostwick Circle's history. When the rebellion began I joined the rest of the Aequitarians in condemning the rebellion. Neutrality was not an option however. Like it or not, we had to fight for our very lives. When The Divine called for peace summit, I was chosen to join the delegation to the Conclave due to my family ties to the Chantry. It did not go well...

From the start, the Conclave seemed doomed to failure. The Templars demanded total submission by the Mages while the Mages insisted on more liberties. Back and forth for days the arguments went. If not for Divine Justinia, the conclave would have broken the first hour after it began. She did all she could to hold us together, but even then I knew that this act of desperation would only lead to blood shed. All it would have taken was one misplaced word or defiant glare and even The Most Holy would not be able to stop the carnage... Carnage is what came, but not by Mage nor Templar. Something else... A hidden ancient evil that we would not be uncover until it was far too late...

...I stood on the walls of the Temple of Sacred Ashes that night. Watching Mages and Templars streaming in from all over southern Thedas. For days they had been flooding in to hear word of a peace or to fight along side their brothers and sisters in arms. They just kept coming... As the hour was growing late, I headed toward my assigned quarters to prepare for the next days shouting match. I was stopped by the sound of strange voices in the halls. What happened next was a blur to me. I awoke in chains with no knowledge of what had happened. I only knew I was bound and surrounded by soldiers I was certain would kill me if I so much as sneezed. I slowly looked around the room for some way to mount an escape, but I was stopped by a stabbing burning pain in my hand... It was glowing. A ribbon of emerald energy flowed from my palm. A power I cannot even begin to describe radiating from it. I begin to having flashes of strange images and sounds. I could not tell if these were real events or a half remembered dream. My fascination with the glow on my hand and visions of other worldly things was broken by the sudden entrance of two women... My interrogators. One a soldier. The other... something else.

I could not answer their question as I did not know the answers, but they informed me of what happened to the conclave... or atleast told me what little they knew. An explosion of unimaginable power destroyed the temple and everyone in it... everyone except for me. I alone survived... making me their prime suspect. I thought they would kill me, but instead I am lead away and shown the true horror. A giant rip in the veil high in the sky. A rift in the very fabric of reality. Nightmares of all sorts were falling through. Many of those who had come to await the conclaves outcome were barely able to contain the demons and spirits that had been set loose on the area. And my jailer, Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast, seemed to think that I could stop this somehow. I didn't even know what I was looking at...

...Cassandra leads me to a forward camp explaining what she could. All I knew was that my hand was on fire and I was struggling to even walk straight. A pain I would have to ignore and battle through as Demons were every where. On our way to the camp we came across a Dwarf, Varric Tethras, and a strange Elf, Solas, fighting a number of Demons. Once the demons were dealt with, Solas is revealed to be the only reason I was still breathing. He seemed to know something of the mark on my hand, but said only that it was due to his wanderings in "strange and forgotten places". I did not trust anyone at this point, but him especially so... He didn't fit. Even the dwarf made some sense, but this Solas... something was wrong about him. He did save my life though, so I chose to set aside my concerns for the time being and we continued on to the forward camp to plan the next move. Why they had not simply killed me was made evident by Solas taking my hand and holding it up to one of the small rifts. A stream of energy shot between my palm and the rift. Through the power of the mark, I could close the openings... the small ones anyway. You could drop a city through the opening in the sky...

...When we reach the camp, we find my other integrator, Leliana, arguing with a Chantry Cleric. A Cleric that immediately demands my execution. A demand that Cassandra is less than amused by. He is dismissed and I am asked to plot our course up the mountain back to the Temple to the source of this madness. How I went from being a prisoner to being group leader is still a bit of a curiosity to me. Either we were to go up the main valley with the army or take a side path through the ruins. The Army was facing heavy resistance and needed as much support as they could get. I wasn't entirely sure they wouldn't try to hack my head off on sight though. Either way, it would be dangerous. I took my chances with the army in the valley. Assuming they didn't attack me, it offered the more certain chance of actually reaching the ruins. It takes some time, but we reach the top of the temple, what use to be the second floor of a six story temple, and find the original rift. Solas said the rift was sealed, but energy was still pouring out of it making the larger rift high above bigger by the second. Solas directed me to open this lower rift with the Mark so it could be closed properly. How he would know the "proper" method of closing these rifts is a question we did not have the time to spare for me to ask...

...Solas' advise, while troubling, proved to be the correct action to take here. The giant rift was still in the sky, but it had stopped growing... for the time being. The "breach", as people have come to call it, would have to be studied further for a method to actually seal it and mend the veil. I suddenly felt weak and needed to rest. I lost consciousness about half way back to Haven and woke again in another place I did not recognize. There were no chains nor a guard ready to kill me this time at least. Only a small elven girl dropping off some items. She scurried away when she saw I was awake, but not before telling me to seek out Cassandra in Haven's Chantry. As I approached the Chantry I couldn't help but notice that everyone I pass is saluting me and lowering their heads. Last time they saw me they wanted to kill me. Something very strange was going on...

...When I got into the Chantry I find Cassandra and Leliana and some others arguing with the Cleric from the forward camp. Mostly about what to do with me. Cassandra was having none of of the Clerics babble. She no longer believed I was responsible for what happened at the Temple, or atleast that I didn't blow the place up. Cassandra, fed up with the Cleric, brought out a writ from the late divine and declared the "Inquisition reborn". Not entirely sure what that meant, but it shut that bastard up. He left in a big huff. Whatever Cassandra's declaration meant, I can only assume it will mean that the Chantry support their group has been getting will stop. I was asked to stay on with them as I am the only one able to close the rifts, but closing the Breach in the sky is currently beyond my ability. How exactly we are going to seal that thing is going to depend on getting the Mages and Templars to stop fighting long enough to keep the world from ending. The man leading the Soldiers of this Inquisition is a guy by the name of Cullen. A former Templar as I understand it. Guess he's our acting General now. He seems certain that if we could get the Templars to support us that they could weaken the power of the Breach so that I could close it. I lack his faith is such a plan, but... maybe... I have seen the Templars do some impressive things in regards to dispelling and weakening magic, but something the size of the Breach?... I don't know. The only other option is to have the mages amplify the power of the Mark on my palm. An equally uncertain, and dangerous, prospect. Glad I'm not in charge of this outfit... Maker, don't let them put me in charge...

...Word has been sent out about the Inquisition. The reaction is somewhat mixed, I hear. I've spent the past couple of days getting to know some of the people. Resources are not what they could be. I've been searching the local area for materials to forge arms and armor for the troops. We also need mounts. Recliff's horse master is in the Hinterlands. He is said to have the best horses in Ferelden. However, our scouts tell me the fighting between Mages and Templars is raging in that area. We will need to deal with that before we will be able to safely get any horses out of the area... assuming we can make an arrangement with the Horse Master...

...After a briefing with the scout leader, a spirited and rather cute dwarf named Harding, we head down to a make shift village filled with refugees and a Chantry mother that may be sympathetic to the Inquisition. She won't be particularly useful in a fight, but could help us strategize about how to deal with the Chantry. When we get there, the fighting between Mages and Templars has spilled over into the refugee area. We deal with them as quickly as we could and our soldiers take up positions to defend the area afterwards. We find the revered mother and come to an understanding. She heads for Haven with a pair of our scouts while we tend to the refugee camps needs. The people are having trouble with food and fighting off the Ferelden cold. Solving these problems will go a long way to winning over hearts and minds which will make it harder for the Chantry to gain support in acting against the Inquisition. The rebel Mages and Templars should have some blankets we can use, steal might be a better description, and since we have to scout the area anyway we might as well do some hunting too...

...We wander the area and put down a few fights and gather food for the refugees. As it's getting late we look for a place to make Camp and find a nice spot by a lake with a good over looking view of the area. Defensible enough. We set up camp and discuss our next move tomorrow. We will be continue hunting and then go looking for the rebel Mage's and Templars that are making trouble in the area. I find myself continuing to be impressed by Cassandra. As odd as it seems, I think I am attracted to her... Not sure that is something she would find to be welcome though. I am a Mage and she's a Seeker after all. Not exactly a story book romance. Something for another day. Now is not exactly "good timing"...

Thank you. I have herbalism on my character, so I do not need Morrigan. I did not find a tavern on Lothering, I will go right away, so I can finally dump Morrigan!

EDIT: And got it! No time for anything till tonight, but what a relief! Yay!!!!

This is me, Darrian Tabris.
Shiani woke me up on the day of my quickly arranged wedding.
I didn't like the whole idea, but Shiani said she had already seen my bride and she was very beautiful.

@domi when you exit Lothering for the first time you should end waking up in the camp. That's the "Normandy" of dragon age, where you can enchant your weapons, have some chats and buy/sell stuff. Then once you exit the camp you can return to it via the little bonfire in the upper right(?) corner of the world map.