Ack! ToP for Smut Thrusday and I'm fresh out of new smut. Oh well... have some recycled Celea smut. LOL
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The Alistair Gush Thread: *Squee*
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 03:38
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@Elysis - We are so alike it's scary! *hugs*
Ack! ToP for Smut Thrusday and I'm fresh out of new smut. Oh well... have some recycled Celea smut. LOL
Ack! ToP for Smut Thrusday and I'm fresh out of new smut. Oh well... have some recycled Celea smut. LOL
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 03:45
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Re "gushing": We are fluent in double entendre!
@Glorfindel- The Wardens do protect blood mages, if the particular Warden Commander is of that mind. A pragmatist like Duncan and Riordan undoubtedly would, even though Duncan is ambivalent about blood magic in theory. The problem is, if a Chantry type gets uppity, you have to enforce the GW rights with force. See, Rylock. I wish they just took the Persuade check out of that Wynne confrontation (so it wouldn't break the game if you failed) but left in the dialogue- so at least someone reacts to the use of blood magic.
@Glorfindel- The Wardens do protect blood mages, if the particular Warden Commander is of that mind. A pragmatist like Duncan and Riordan undoubtedly would, even though Duncan is ambivalent about blood magic in theory. The problem is, if a Chantry type gets uppity, you have to enforce the GW rights with force. See, Rylock. I wish they just took the Persuade check out of that Wynne confrontation (so it wouldn't break the game if you failed) but left in the dialogue- so at least someone reacts to the use of blood magic.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:13
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Could some kind soul point me in the direction of the text of Alistair's "I don't want to be one more dead corpse in a ditch..." speech from the fade?
Thanks in advance.
Thanks in advance.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:16
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I don't have the text, but I do have a video.Maria13 wrote...
Could some kind soul point me in the direction of the text of Alistair's "I don't want to be one more dead corpse in a ditch..." speech from the fade?
Thanks in advance.
Oh and I need to go read your latest chapter!! Euurghh, too hectic at work the past couple days.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:19
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@errant_knight : I agree, it's wishfull thinking on his part - and maby on my side too 
@tigress: I agree that Dunken dosn't show any mercy. I don't really remember who said it, Dunken or Ali - Only the best will be recruted from us. That makes me think - in wiki they say he is not the best templar... is it my wishfull thinking? they know each other for some time now... I don't know... i hope we´ll get some answers in D.A. 2 or maybe a book for the time in between Calling and Origins
@tigress: I agree that Dunken dosn't show any mercy. I don't really remember who said it, Dunken or Ali - Only the best will be recruted from us. That makes me think - in wiki they say he is not the best templar... is it my wishfull thinking? they know each other for some time now... I don't know... i hope we´ll get some answers in D.A. 2 or maybe a book for the time in between Calling and Origins
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:23
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@Tigress : We reek of awesome.
Anyways, I'm usually not comfortable with doing self promoting stuff. But here's an excerpt from Goodbye, Halcyon Days, in answer to this week's prompt.
Ostagar
“Join us brothers and sisters.
Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant.
Join us as we carry the duty that cannot be forsworn.
And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten,
And that one day we shall join you. »
_______________________________________
Nothing could be seen.
The shadows of Elizabeth's heart had taken over her entire world.
There was no hope.
No life.
Only silence, and darkness.
There was nothing, for simply nothing lived.
Her screams remained unheard, for no sound came out of her mouth.
Her tears remained ignored, for nobody was there to acknowledge them.
She was alone, trapped in her own abyss.
Elizabeth looked at her hands but did not recognize them. They seemed detached from her body.
These did not belong to her.She raised one of them to touch her face.
Nothing. She had become utterly numb.
And yet.
Where her heart once stood, formed a vast gashing hole. The hurt emanating from it spread through her whole body, and flowed out into the darkness surrounding her.
Was she bleeding?
Nothing could be seen.
Nothing could be heard.
The only thing she was allowed to feel in this place was fear.
But where was she?
All that terror, all that distress she felt seemed to rush through her veins like a burning fire.
Life. Life was slowly dripping out of her.
And then it started.
The ache, the suffering. The screams of pleading and death.
Where were they coming from?
She tried to call for help but her voice remained vanquished. She was abandoned, helpless, and she couldn't save the people that were dying around her.
..Nor could she save herself.
A glimpse of what had seemed to be a glowing white light had appeared for a few seconds, but it had vanished as fast as it had come.
She felt ashamed, and inferior.
Why couldn't she reach the light?
Why wouldn't it let her?
Amidst the cries, echoing voices rang in her ears. They were familiar, and reminded her of far away memories of her past life. She tried to call at them, but in vain.
Elizabeth fell over on her knees. The pain was unbearable.
She wanted it to stop. She was begging it to stop.
But nothing could be done.
She was alone, forsaken, imprisoned in her own mind.
The pain had reached to her head, as if invisible hands had wrapped around her brain, and were trying to clutch out the very essence out of her.
Why resist? Fighting seemed so unnecessary.
She knew this wasn't her time. And yet. She was slowly disappearing.
"Elizabeth."
The echoing voices reverberated around her. She opened her eyes and saw the white light.
"Stay strong, Elizabeth…"
Confusion clouded the young girl's mind. But these caring words seemed to have effect on her.
"You are a Cousland, Pup, get up and stand tall."
And then Elizabeth suddenly remembered. She remembered who she was. She remembered her family's tragic fate, and her oath to the Wardens. She remembered the voices and the names, the sunshine on her skin and Duncan's soothing words. She remembered Alistair's playful smile. She remembered the death of Daveth and Jory.
The shadows broke around her and the light that had seemed so far away engulfed her.
Her senses came back to her, and the pain started to fade away slowly, but surely.
A sudden gush of wind crashed against her back as a skyline drew above her head. It was of a sinister green, shrouded in black clouds and sliced by lightning. She was standing on a stone bridge, rain pouring down on her.
Something was standing behind her, something that held both the dark and evil presence of a divinity. Fear had once again frozen her limbs. She didn't know if she was suppose to turn around to face whatever was behind her, or to run towards the glowing light before her.
Its scream iced her blood. But she had not forgotten what the voices had said to her. And as the wind blew stronger, her long hair soaring around her, she turned around to face what she would have never expected.
An enormous dragon, the color of blood with wicked black eyes, looked down on her and shot a murderous glare straight through her soul.
And then it went all black.
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The two wardens had been waiting for a while now. Elizabeth had fallen on the ground screaming in pain the moment she had brought the chalice to her mouth, and had been unconscious ever since. Her heart was still beating, the senior warden had checked, and as pale as she looked, or as cold she felt, she lay on the soil trembling with fever, but alive.
Duncan had his hands behind his back and was facing the distance, deep into his thoughts. As for Alistair, he was standing next to Elizabeth, wearing an anxious frown on his face. He wouldn't dare take his eyes off the young girl cringing on the hard, stony ground.
"This is unusually long.", he finally said, looking up to Duncan.
The senior warden turned around and walked up next to Alistair, sadly gazing at the young templar.
"She is fighting, Alistair. But I'm afraid our young companion is using all her life force in order to win this battle of hers"
"It's so strange", Alistair shook his head in disbelief, "And kind of frightening actually, seeing this from the outside. She must be having terrible dreams, hear how she moans in pain!"
" So were you, Alistair."
The young warden's mind drifted back to his own joining. He had been so terrified that night, facing the death of a young recruit. The present joining had been the same, but bloodier. The corpses of Daveth and Sir Jory had been carried out by soldiers, and yet, blood remained splattered on the ground around them, and on Duncan's armor.
Alistair gazed back to the woman on the ground. She was laying on her back, her dark hair spread around her. When Elizabeth had seen Daveth fall motionless to the ground and witnessed Jory's execution, genuine terror had invaded her eyes. And when Duncan had brought to her the silver chalice filled with blood, she had not said a word, or looked at anyone. Maybe she felt like she shouldn't show any emotions, but the look in her eyes had betrayed her.
The single tear that had fallen down her cheek had also said it all.
Duncan continued to look at Alistair with wondering eyes. He knew the young warden was a very compassionate man, caring, and maybe too idealistic. Seeing him at the young girl's side brought to him warmth, and at the same time, worry. He could read into Alistair like an open book, and the emotions emanating from him troubled him.
"Alistair, you should be mindful of your em…"
But Duncan didn't have time to finish his sentence. Elizabeth opened her eyes in such haste, gasping for air that it almost struck him. Duncan sighed in relief. Out of the three recruits, never had he doubted of the ability of the young Cousland to survive the joining. But things were never written in stone, and her long unconscious trance had made him uncertain.
Before them, the new warden raised from the paving stone floor with a hand on her forehead, her eyes barely opened. Her porcelain skin had turned completely white, and her cheeks were damp from the tears she had cried while in dreams. She looked confused, exhausted, and lost.
"It is finished. Welcome."
[...]
To be continued...ON FF.NET!!!!
Anyways, I'm usually not comfortable with doing self promoting stuff. But here's an excerpt from Goodbye, Halcyon Days, in answer to this week's prompt.
Ostagar
“Join us brothers and sisters.
Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant.
Join us as we carry the duty that cannot be forsworn.
And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten,
And that one day we shall join you. »
_______________________________________
Nothing could be seen.
The shadows of Elizabeth's heart had taken over her entire world.
There was no hope.
No life.
Only silence, and darkness.
There was nothing, for simply nothing lived.
Her screams remained unheard, for no sound came out of her mouth.
Her tears remained ignored, for nobody was there to acknowledge them.
She was alone, trapped in her own abyss.
Elizabeth looked at her hands but did not recognize them. They seemed detached from her body.
These did not belong to her.She raised one of them to touch her face.
Nothing. She had become utterly numb.
And yet.
Where her heart once stood, formed a vast gashing hole. The hurt emanating from it spread through her whole body, and flowed out into the darkness surrounding her.
Was she bleeding?
Nothing could be seen.
Nothing could be heard.
The only thing she was allowed to feel in this place was fear.
But where was she?
All that terror, all that distress she felt seemed to rush through her veins like a burning fire.
Life. Life was slowly dripping out of her.
And then it started.
The ache, the suffering. The screams of pleading and death.
Where were they coming from?
She tried to call for help but her voice remained vanquished. She was abandoned, helpless, and she couldn't save the people that were dying around her.
..Nor could she save herself.
A glimpse of what had seemed to be a glowing white light had appeared for a few seconds, but it had vanished as fast as it had come.
She felt ashamed, and inferior.
Why couldn't she reach the light?
Why wouldn't it let her?
Amidst the cries, echoing voices rang in her ears. They were familiar, and reminded her of far away memories of her past life. She tried to call at them, but in vain.
Elizabeth fell over on her knees. The pain was unbearable.
She wanted it to stop. She was begging it to stop.
But nothing could be done.
She was alone, forsaken, imprisoned in her own mind.
The pain had reached to her head, as if invisible hands had wrapped around her brain, and were trying to clutch out the very essence out of her.
Why resist? Fighting seemed so unnecessary.
She knew this wasn't her time. And yet. She was slowly disappearing.
"Elizabeth."
The echoing voices reverberated around her. She opened her eyes and saw the white light.
"Stay strong, Elizabeth…"
Confusion clouded the young girl's mind. But these caring words seemed to have effect on her.
"You are a Cousland, Pup, get up and stand tall."
And then Elizabeth suddenly remembered. She remembered who she was. She remembered her family's tragic fate, and her oath to the Wardens. She remembered the voices and the names, the sunshine on her skin and Duncan's soothing words. She remembered Alistair's playful smile. She remembered the death of Daveth and Jory.
The shadows broke around her and the light that had seemed so far away engulfed her.
Her senses came back to her, and the pain started to fade away slowly, but surely.
A sudden gush of wind crashed against her back as a skyline drew above her head. It was of a sinister green, shrouded in black clouds and sliced by lightning. She was standing on a stone bridge, rain pouring down on her.
Something was standing behind her, something that held both the dark and evil presence of a divinity. Fear had once again frozen her limbs. She didn't know if she was suppose to turn around to face whatever was behind her, or to run towards the glowing light before her.
Its scream iced her blood. But she had not forgotten what the voices had said to her. And as the wind blew stronger, her long hair soaring around her, she turned around to face what she would have never expected.
An enormous dragon, the color of blood with wicked black eyes, looked down on her and shot a murderous glare straight through her soul.
And then it went all black.
________________________________
The two wardens had been waiting for a while now. Elizabeth had fallen on the ground screaming in pain the moment she had brought the chalice to her mouth, and had been unconscious ever since. Her heart was still beating, the senior warden had checked, and as pale as she looked, or as cold she felt, she lay on the soil trembling with fever, but alive.
Duncan had his hands behind his back and was facing the distance, deep into his thoughts. As for Alistair, he was standing next to Elizabeth, wearing an anxious frown on his face. He wouldn't dare take his eyes off the young girl cringing on the hard, stony ground.
"This is unusually long.", he finally said, looking up to Duncan.
The senior warden turned around and walked up next to Alistair, sadly gazing at the young templar.
"She is fighting, Alistair. But I'm afraid our young companion is using all her life force in order to win this battle of hers"
"It's so strange", Alistair shook his head in disbelief, "And kind of frightening actually, seeing this from the outside. She must be having terrible dreams, hear how she moans in pain!"
" So were you, Alistair."
The young warden's mind drifted back to his own joining. He had been so terrified that night, facing the death of a young recruit. The present joining had been the same, but bloodier. The corpses of Daveth and Sir Jory had been carried out by soldiers, and yet, blood remained splattered on the ground around them, and on Duncan's armor.
Alistair gazed back to the woman on the ground. She was laying on her back, her dark hair spread around her. When Elizabeth had seen Daveth fall motionless to the ground and witnessed Jory's execution, genuine terror had invaded her eyes. And when Duncan had brought to her the silver chalice filled with blood, she had not said a word, or looked at anyone. Maybe she felt like she shouldn't show any emotions, but the look in her eyes had betrayed her.
The single tear that had fallen down her cheek had also said it all.
Duncan continued to look at Alistair with wondering eyes. He knew the young warden was a very compassionate man, caring, and maybe too idealistic. Seeing him at the young girl's side brought to him warmth, and at the same time, worry. He could read into Alistair like an open book, and the emotions emanating from him troubled him.
"Alistair, you should be mindful of your em…"
But Duncan didn't have time to finish his sentence. Elizabeth opened her eyes in such haste, gasping for air that it almost struck him. Duncan sighed in relief. Out of the three recruits, never had he doubted of the ability of the young Cousland to survive the joining. But things were never written in stone, and her long unconscious trance had made him uncertain.
Before them, the new warden raised from the paving stone floor with a hand on her forehead, her eyes barely opened. Her porcelain skin had turned completely white, and her cheeks were damp from the tears she had cried while in dreams. She looked confused, exhausted, and lost.
"It is finished. Welcome."
[...]
To be continued...
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#31182
Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:29
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I have a question about the toolset. Is it possible to check out a specific answer to a line? When Ali and Duncan are talking about Morri an Flemeth " What are she and her mother doing in the Wild? are they chasind?" For me it doesnt sound like a proper answer and i wonder is there more to this? Do i need a higher cunning to gain more information? Does anyone know or can i check that especailly on the toolset? Thanks for your help!
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:35
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Moogie, you should be able to find that in the conversation pallette in the prelude/duncan folders.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:42
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Tigress M wrote...
@Errant - Where'd you get the Korcari Wilds Ogre? LOL Do you have RAVAge installed?
No, not right now. This is the Korcari Wilds mod.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:42
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@ Raging Cyclone I don't have the Toolset.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:46
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That's all there is to that dialogue. Duncan asks if they were Chasind, Alistair says he thinks they're apostates, Duncan basically says apostates aren't their concern.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:47
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Glorfindel709 wrote...
I approve of the mass slaughter of Darkspawn. Remember, only you can prevent The Blight.
I actually feel sorry for them after Awakening.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 04:55
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They're still darkspawn. They still taint the land and turn females into broodmothers.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 05:03
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I know, and I still feel sorry for them. Doesn't mean I wouldn't do what's necessary if it should come to it. But I do not have to hate them or make it personal to do that.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 05:29
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Wow! Elysis!!! Riveting piece. Just got home from a day dealing with teenage darkspawn to find a really dark and disturbing (love it!) piece about the granddaddy of them all! Brilliant work! Forgot to breathe there while I was reading it.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:10
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@ errant_knight I know this line too.It makes me really confused. I think ( in game ) Why are we talking then? What are we talkin ? Hey Duncan i tell you something and all i get is this line.
one mystery more.
one mystery more.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:13
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See, I don't let the Architect live. Ever. And that was before I ever picked up The Calling.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:24
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@Elysis - Thank you! That was worth reading again. I just love how you bring a whole new perspective to the events of the game.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:40
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Same here. The Architect really needs his own "EPIC FAIL" Demotivation-thingie cuz he let me facepalm every time I hear him talking.Glorfindel709 wrote...
See, I don't let the Architect live. Ever. And that was before I ever picked up The Calling.
Elysis, this reminds me to start reading your story one of these days. First I have to get through "The last Warden" and writing my own chapter. But I'm getting there
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:45
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Glorfindel709 wrote...
See, I don't let the Architect live. Ever. And that was before I ever picked up The Calling.
You didn't find the idea of ending the cycle of Blights enticing?
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:48
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alisgirl wrote...
Glorfindel709 wrote...
See, I don't let the Architect live. Ever. And that was before I ever picked up The Calling.
You didn't find the idea of ending the cycle of Blights enticing?
Not Glor, but I'll answer. LOL
I don't buy it. I don't know what the root of the Blight is or where Darkspawn really come from (don't buy the Chantry's version of events either), but I'm not convinced working with the enemy is a good idea.
I'm very aware that I could be wrong (might even be eating my hat by the end of the Dragon Age series) but until I understand who and what they truly are, I don't trust anything that comes from them.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:49
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My thing with the Darkspawn is this - a mindless enemy is dangerous, but in some ways predictable. They will charge the defenses no matter how many lives it costs, trying to sweep over the defenses like an army of ants. With the right tactics, a holding action against an enemy like that will be hard to defeat (pikemen, shield wall, trenches with sharpened staves, etc etc). not only are the darkspawn mindless, they are a disease, a poison that corrupts all it touches. They only really come to the surface when directed by a higher intelligence or instinct drives them to raid the surface for women.
Give them intelligence? And suddenly you have an army that can outbreed you hundreds, possibly thousands to one, can strategize and would be able to utilize their poison. What is to stop a freed and intelligent Hurlock Vanguard from deciding that instead of mindlessly charging the walls, he has the ogres throw the corpses of the the darkspawn dead over the walls into the city? And if they gained independence and intelligence, would they not form the same system of sovereignty and desire for territory that every human-like society eventually pushes for? Thus leading to more wars.
Sure, we have a Blight every few hundred years and that can be a real **** to stop. But is it better to have a Blight that can be ended by killing the one brain leading it, or a race of poisonous deadly monsters that all can think and move for themselves?
And if the Archdemons are really Old Gods (and honestly, I do believe that they are at least the mega-powerful High Dragons that the Tevinters Worshipped, as I dont think darkspawn corruption alone could explain why the soul of the Archdemon transfers to another darkspawn and just keeps on living unless killed by a Grey Warden. Not to mention its' presence in the Fade.) then there are only two left. I'd rather risk 2 more blights than a newly intelligent poisonous species making war on all Thedas... especially when the Qunari are waiting in the wings to run us straight to Armageddon.
Give them intelligence? And suddenly you have an army that can outbreed you hundreds, possibly thousands to one, can strategize and would be able to utilize their poison. What is to stop a freed and intelligent Hurlock Vanguard from deciding that instead of mindlessly charging the walls, he has the ogres throw the corpses of the the darkspawn dead over the walls into the city? And if they gained independence and intelligence, would they not form the same system of sovereignty and desire for territory that every human-like society eventually pushes for? Thus leading to more wars.
Sure, we have a Blight every few hundred years and that can be a real **** to stop. But is it better to have a Blight that can be ended by killing the one brain leading it, or a race of poisonous deadly monsters that all can think and move for themselves?
And if the Archdemons are really Old Gods (and honestly, I do believe that they are at least the mega-powerful High Dragons that the Tevinters Worshipped, as I dont think darkspawn corruption alone could explain why the soul of the Archdemon transfers to another darkspawn and just keeps on living unless killed by a Grey Warden. Not to mention its' presence in the Fade.) then there are only two left. I'd rather risk 2 more blights than a newly intelligent poisonous species making war on all Thedas... especially when the Qunari are waiting in the wings to run us straight to Armageddon.
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:49
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Not when the Failitecht is at the helm.alisgirl wrote...
Glorfindel709 wrote...
See, I don't let the Architect live. Ever. And that was before I ever picked up The Calling.
You didn't find the idea of ending the cycle of Blights enticing?
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Posté 17 février 2011 - 06:52
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Glorfindel709 wrote...
Sure, we have a Blight every few hundred years and that can be a real **** to stop. But is it better to have a Blight that can be ended by killing the one brain leading it, or a race of poisonous deadly monsters that all can think and move for themselves?
And what happens when you kill the last Archdemon?
Incidently, I find an enemy incapable of fear, doubt, bound to obey any order, immune to negotiations / bribery / morale, to be much scarier than the alternative. An alternative that is likely going to happen anyways once the song is gone.
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