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[TEWR]

Esbatty wrote...

Athenril is incredible. I too require a bisexual Athenril Romp option in some year 1 DLC.

seconded. To me, Athenril and Merrill are the sexiest female elves of DA2. To taunt us with Athenril and not give us the option to pursue a little something something is torture. It's cruel and unusual punishment.

[rma2110]

I liked her until I found out that she was employing a fifteen year old kid to do her dirty work. The little ****in Maybe this is just my modern morality stepping and 15 is considered a full adult back then, but the boy looked about 12.

Oh, well. At least she stays away from slavers and the skin trade. I killed her when she attacked me for giving her goods to the kid even though I offered to repay her.

Edit: I can't say Faygin?

Modifié par rma2110, 17 avril 2011 - 07:55 .

[Avilia]

rma2110 wrote...

I liked her until I found out that she was employing a fifteen year old kid to do her dirty work. The little ****in Maybe this is just my modern morality stepping and 15 is considered a full adult back then, but the boy looked about 12.

Oh, well. At least she stays away from slavers and the skin trade. I killed her when she attacked me for giving her goods to the kid even though I offered to repay her.

Edit: I can't say Faygin?

Fair point about employing children.  The children in Kirkwall are scary though - they have deeper voices than most of the adults and I'm sure I saw one with a moustache...

(I googled the bit that it censored - Urban Dictionary explained all.  Yes, I have to investigate everything...)

Modifié par Avilia, 17 avril 2011 - 08:40 .

[Paraxial]

Avilia wrote...

Fair point about employing children.  The children in Kirkwall are scary though - they have deeper voices than most of the adults and I'm sure I saw one with a moustache...

I seen Lia walking around in the Blooming Rose, true story*



*Wasn't her but it wasn't wise to use that same model for an elven prostitute and a sweet innocent little elven girl.

Modifié par Bible Doctor, 17 avril 2011 - 09:29 .

[Avilia]

Bible Doctor wrote...

Avilia wrote...

Fair point about employing children.  The children in Kirkwall are scary though - they have deeper voices than most of the adults and I'm sure I saw one with a moustache...

I seen Lia walking around in the Blooming Rose, true story*



*Wasn't her but it wasn't wise to use that same model for an elven prostitute and a sweet innocent little elven girl.

 I noticed her as well.  I averted my eyes and assumed I was mistaken. 

[Paraxial]

Avilia wrote...

 I noticed her as well.  I averted my eyes and assumed I was mistaken. 

If we ignore the problem, it goes away.

Modifié par Bible Doctor, 17 avril 2011 - 10:23 .

[TEWR]

it goes away until something happens.

Until Hawke gets so drunk off of the Hanged Man's ale that he stumbles into the Blooming Rose, not noticing the smell of various people in heat and going at it. He stumbles over to the Rose's bar, and the proprietress walks up.

"So what can we interest you in today?"

"I'd like to not have a hangover tomorrow...", Hawke says in a slurred fashion.

"I meant which of our fine, upstanding people would you like to have provide services."

"Oh."

He glanced around the room. None of the human women look attractive. They all look like they've been used and thrown away countless times. But the elves. The elves look like something else. The hair, flowing in the wind. Where the wind came from in a building he doesn't know, as the windows are closed and there shouldn't be any wind, but that's beside the point. Their eyes, like azure sapphires and other insundry gems, sparkling in the brothel's light. Finally, his eyes rest upon a beautiful girl.

Her body makes her seem young. Too young. But Hawke can tell she's considerably older than her appearance first gives off and she can give him the night he now desires.

"I want that one!"

"Ok, now that'll be two sovereigns for the premium package."

"Here's three."

Hawke took her by the hand and headed upstairs, but he began to fall down due to the immense amount of alcohol he ingested. He placed the key inside the door and opened it, and led her to the bed. The bed has a silk sheet and pillows as soft as a cloud. But he's not going to be sleeping. Not tonight. The faces latched onto one another, and soon bodies intertwined. The passion is fierce, and Hawke enjoys it. She is too. Afterwards, Hawke felt the need to talk, because this night of passion was everything you desired.

"So what's your name sweet thing?"

"My name?"
 
She smiled.

"It's Serendipity."

Modifié par The Ethereal Writer Redux, 20 avril 2011 - 08:01 .

[Beerfish]

rma2110 wrote...

I liked her until I found out that she was employing a fifteen year old kid to do her dirty work. The little ****in Maybe this is just my modern morality stepping and 15 is considered a full adult back then, but the boy looked about 12.

Oh, well. At least she stays away from slavers and the skin trade. I killed her when she attacked me for giving her goods to the kid even though I offered to repay her.

Edit: I can't say Faygin?

That is one of the nastiest quests where a nasty Hawke can be nasty.  After he he/she takes the loot instead of giving the kid the loot he thumb flicks a coin onto the ground at the kid.  What a jerk.

[Fieryeel]

The Ethereal Writer Redux wrote...

it goes away until something happens.

Until you get so drunk off of the Hanged Man's ale that you stumble into the Blooming Rose, not noticing the smell of various people in heat and going at it. You stumble over to the Rose's bar, and the proprietress walks up.

"So what can we interest you in today?"

"I'd like to not have a hangover tomorrow...", you say in a slurred fashion.

"I meant which of our fine, upstanding people would you like to have provide services."

"Oh."

You glance around the room. None of the human women look attractive. They all look like they've been used and thrown away countless times. But the elves. The elves look like something else. The hair, flowing in the wind. Where the wind came from in a building you don't know, as the windows are closed and there shouldn't be any wind, but that's beside the point. Their eyes, like azure sapphires and other insundry gems, sparkling in the brothel's light. Finally, your eyes are set upon a beautiful girl.

Her body makes her seem young. Too young. But you can tell she's considerably older than her appearance first gives off and she can give you the night you now desire.

"I want that one!"

"Ok, now that'll be two sovereigns for the premium package."

"Here's three."

You take her by the hand and go upstairs, but you start to fall down due to the immense amount of alcohol you've ingested. You place the key inside the door and open it, and lead her to the bed. The bed has a silk sheet and pillows as soft as a cloud. But you're not going to be sleeping. Not tonight. Your faces latch onto one another, and soon your bodies intertwine. The passion is fierce, and you enjoy it. She is too. Afterwards, you feel the need to talk, because this night of passion was everything you desired. You seem to be falling in love with this girl.

"So what's your name sweet thing?"

"My name?"
 
She smiled.

"It's Serendipity."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
you screamed at the top of your lungs, or at least you tried to in your mind, but the wicked effects of the alcohol were already working their way into your head.

"Ugh...no- No!" was all you managed to mutter feebly.

"Oh my," Serendipity swooned. "But as we all know. No means yes."

You tried desperately to push yourself up from the bed, but your limbs were strangely weak and refused to obey. Had you really drank that much?

And with that final thought, Serendipity laid a hand onto your tembling chest and with a gentle but firm hand, pushed you back down.

"Relax." cooed the elf seductively in your ears. "I assure you, this will be a night to remember."

Modifié par Fieryeel, 17 avril 2011 - 03:32 .

[danteliveson]

Bible Doctor wrote...

Avilia wrote...

Fair point about employing children.  The children in Kirkwall are scary though - they have deeper voices than most of the adults and I'm sure I saw one with a moustache...

I seen Lia walking around in the Blooming Rose, true story*



*Wasn't her but it wasn't wise to use that same model for an elven prostitute and a sweet innocent little elven girl.

I've seen Meeran the merc at the rose.

[danteliveson]

Is it me or does she look less detailed in the second pic??

[Maria Caliban]

I dislike that the one transperson we interact with the came is frequently portrayed as a 'trap' or rapist on the board. I also dislike the implication that the natural reaction to finding the women you're attracted to is biologically male is one of horror.

[Beerfish]

Maria Caliban wrote...

I dislike that the one transperson we interact with the came is frequently portrayed as a 'trap' or rapist on the board. I also dislike the implication that the natural reaction to finding the women you're attracted to is biologically male is one of horror.

But both implications are valid.  After you make your contribution to the rose you have No ability to back out of the situatioin at all.  It takes control and forces the character into the act.  No different than if you were to investigate a criminal, then see they are innocent and they have a cutscene of you cleaning your sword aftering killing the person.  It is 100% a trap.

The 2nd situation is also 100% valid whether the participant was straight, gay or anything in between.  In any aspect of life if you expect one thing and get a totally different outcome than you assumed you will react with surprise and perhaps some embarssment, maybe a chuckle if you are allowed to walk away and learn a lesson.  If you are 100% forced to proceed from there that is where the 'horror' comes in. 

Modifié par Beerfish, 17 avril 2011 - 06:29 .

[TEWR]

danteliveson wrote...

Bible Doctor wrote...

Avilia wrote...

Fair point about employing children.  The children in Kirkwall are scary though - they have deeper voices than most of the adults and I'm sure I saw one with a moustache...

I seen Lia walking around in the Blooming Rose, true story*



*Wasn't her but it wasn't wise to use that same model for an elven prostitute and a sweet innocent little elven girl.

I've seen Meeran the merc at the rose.

I've seen Emeric.and Thrask at the Rose

[TEWR]

Fieryeel wrote...

The Ethereal Writer Redux wrote...

it goes away until something happens.

Until you get so drunk off of the Hanged Man's ale that you stumble into the Blooming Rose, not noticing the smell of various people in heat and going at it. You stumble over to the Rose's bar, and the proprietress walks up.

"So what can we interest you in today?"

"I'd like to not have a hangover tomorrow...", you say in a slurred fashion.

"I meant which of our fine, upstanding people would you like to have provide services."

"Oh."

You glance around the room. None of the human women look attractive. They all look like they've been used and thrown away countless times. But the elves. The elves look like something else. The hair, flowing in the wind. Where the wind came from in a building you don't know, as the windows are closed and there shouldn't be any wind, but that's beside the point. Their eyes, like azure sapphires and other insundry gems, sparkling in the brothel's light. Finally, your eyes are set upon a beautiful girl.

Her body makes her seem young. Too young. But you can tell she's considerably older than her appearance first gives off and she can give you the night you now desire.

"I want that one!"

"Ok, now that'll be two sovereigns for the premium package."

"Here's three."

You take her by the hand and go upstairs, but you start to fall down due to the immense amount of alcohol you've ingested. You place the key inside the door and open it, and lead her to the bed. The bed has a silk sheet and pillows as soft as a cloud. But you're not going to be sleeping. Not tonight. Your faces latch onto one another, and soon your bodies intertwine. The passion is fierce, and you enjoy it. She is too. Afterwards, you feel the need to talk, because this night of passion was everything you desired. You seem to be falling in love with this girl.

"So what's your name sweet thing?"

"My name?"
 
She smiled.

"It's Serendipity."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
you screamed at the top of your lungs, or at least you tried to in your mind, but the wicked effects of the alcohol were already working their way into your head.

"Ugh...no- No!" was all you managed to mutter feebly.

"Oh my," Serendipity swooned. "But as we all know. No means yes."

You tried desperately to push yourself up from the bed, but your limbs were strangely weak and refused to obey. Had you really drank that much?

And with that final thought, Serendipity laid a hand onto your tembling chest and with a gentle but firm hand, pushed you back down.

"Relax." cooed the elf seductively in your ears. "I assure you, this will be a night to remember."

But Hawke continued to resist. He didn't want this horrid night to continue. He's struggling to escape, but either the alcohol has rendered him abnormally weak, or the elf is stronger than he looks. Or maybe it's both. So he cries out loudly for the one thing that makes it all better when faced with overwhelming fear.

"I want my mommy!" he says with his voice trembling.

"Oh my," the elf said with a swooning voice, "now we're getting kinky."

Hawke is now growing even more uncomfortable the longer he stays here. Finally, he managed to summon the rest of his strength and forced himself from the bed. His pants are now around his ankles, his shirt torn to shreds from when he thought everything was normal. He is now waddling out of the brothel, feeling violated. Oh so violated.

"Wait!" the elf cried out in disappointment. "You haven't seen what I can do with the feather!"

"I don't want to know!" he exclaimed back with unwavering anger in his voice.

Modifié par The Ethereal Writer Redux, 20 avril 2011 - 08:07 .

[Stigandr Ogaefa]

This thread is to discuss Athenril, her sexiness and her awesomeness.

Not for Serendipity fanfics.

[TEWR]

Stigandr Ogaefa wrote...

This thread is to discuss Athenril, her sexiness and her awesomeness.

Not for Serendipity fanfics.

I was leading up to Athenril! Gawd....

trust me, this is going to be an Athenril fanfic. Serendipity was just what started the fanfic.

Modifié par The Ethereal Writer Redux, 17 avril 2011 - 11:31 .

[Fieryeel]

The Ethereal Writer Redux wrote...

Fieryeel wrote...

The Ethereal Writer Redux wrote...

it goes away until something happens.

Until you get so drunk off of the Hanged Man's ale that you stumble into the Blooming Rose, not noticing the smell of various people in heat and going at it. You stumble over to the Rose's bar, and the proprietress walks up.

"So what can we interest you in today?"

"I'd like to not have a hangover tomorrow...", you say in a slurred fashion.

"I meant which of our fine, upstanding people would you like to have provide services."

"Oh."

You glance around the room. None of the human women look attractive. They all look like they've been used and thrown away countless times. But the elves. The elves look like something else. The hair, flowing in the wind. Where the wind came from in a building you don't know, as the windows are closed and there shouldn't be any wind, but that's beside the point. Their eyes, like azure sapphires and other insundry gems, sparkling in the brothel's light. Finally, your eyes are set upon a beautiful girl.

Her body makes her seem young. Too young. But you can tell she's considerably older than her appearance first gives off and she can give you the night you now desire.

"I want that one!"

"Ok, now that'll be two sovereigns for the premium package."

"Here's three."

You take her by the hand and go upstairs, but you start to fall down due to the immense amount of alcohol you've ingested. You place the key inside the door and open it, and lead her to the bed. The bed has a silk sheet and pillows as soft as a cloud. But you're not going to be sleeping. Not tonight. Your faces latch onto one another, and soon your bodies intertwine. The passion is fierce, and you enjoy it. She is too. Afterwards, you feel the need to talk, because this night of passion was everything you desired. You seem to be falling in love with this girl.

"So what's your name sweet thing?"

"My name?"
 
She smiled.

"It's Serendipity."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
you screamed at the top of your lungs, or at least you tried to in your mind, but the wicked effects of the alcohol were already working their way into your head.

"Ugh...no- No!" was all you managed to mutter feebly.

"Oh my," Serendipity swooned. "But as we all know. No means yes."

You tried desperately to push yourself up from the bed, but your limbs were strangely weak and refused to obey. Had you really drank that much?

And with that final thought, Serendipity laid a hand onto your tembling chest and with a gentle but firm hand, pushed you back down.

"Relax." cooed the elf seductively in your ears. "I assure you, this will be a night to remember."

But you continue to resist. You don't want this horrid night to continue. You're struggling to escape, but either the alcohol has rendered you abnormally weak, or the elf is stronger than he looks. Or maybe it's both. So you cry out loudly for the one thing that makes it all better when faced with overwhelming fear.

"I want my mommy!" you say with your voice trembling.

"Oh my," the elf said with a swooning voice, "now we're getting kinky."

You're growing even more uncomfortable the longer you stay here. Finally, you summon the rest of your strength and force yourself from the bed. Your pants are now around your ankles, your shirt torn to shreds from when you thought everything was normal. You're waddling out of the brothel, feeling violated. Oh so violated.

"Wait!" the elf cried out in disappointment. "You haven't seen what I can do with the feather!"

"I don't want to know!" you exclaim back with unwavering anger in your voice.

You grabbed onto the door handle with a shaky hand and twisted.

"Click."

Maker No! It was locked! Not at a time like this!

You gripped the door with both hands and turned with all your might, as if that might somehow force it to unlock itself, but the dull click of the stubborn lock was all that replied you.

"Oh my! Is the door locked?" said the elf with feint ignorance.

Breathing heavily, you slowly turned to stare at the horror that was Serendipity who was now twirling a key around his fingers. He raised his other hand to point directly at you, then did a "come hither" wagging finger.

You have faced down dozens of darkspawn, stared in the face of a monstrous pride demon, tore off the horns of ogres, and even taken down the mightest of dragons! You were prepared to face any peril...BUT NOT THIS!

"Playing hard to get eh?" Serendipity exclaimed mockingly. Before your stunned eyes, he lowered his body like a spring, and with a cry that was more feral than elf, pounced.

There was no warning, no time for you to react. Serendipity slammed into your body with amazing force, it was all you could do from falling.

With horrifying speed, he wrapped his lithe arms around your neck, his legs around your waist and craned his face towards your own.

Even now, you could smell the sickeningly pleasant smell of lavenders from his body, you could see the dangerous glint in his eyes, and worst of all, you could see the rope that he was now somehow holding in his hand.

"Oh but I do so love it when they fight back!" Serendipity laughed wildly. There was nothing quite so terrifying you have heard in your life. "Not the feather? Then how about trying the ropes!"

You struggled wildly against his grasp, and tried throwing him off, but it was useless. He was clearly experienced in this, and as he threw more loops of the rope around you, you knew somehow that your resistance was futile.

And just as you were about to close your eyes in surrender, a loud thump sounded from the door, startling you both.

Modifié par Fieryeel, 18 avril 2011 - 03:20 .

[Zandilar]

Beerfish wrote...

Maria Caliban wrote...

I dislike that the one transperson we interact with the came is frequently portrayed as a 'trap' or rapist on the board. I also dislike the implication that the natural reaction to finding the women you're attracted to is biologically male is one of horror.

But both implications are valid.  After you make your contribution to the rose you have No ability to back out of the situatioin at all.  It takes control and forces the character into the act.  No different than if you were to investigate a criminal, then see they are innocent and they have a cutscene of you cleaning your sword aftering killing the person.  It is 100% a trap.

The 2nd situation is also 100% valid whether the participant was straight, gay or anything in between.  In any aspect of life if you expect one thing and get a totally different outcome than you assumed you will react with surprise and perhaps some embarssment, maybe a chuckle if you are allowed to walk away and learn a lesson.  If you are 100% forced to proceed from there that is where the 'horror' comes in. 

@Maria - The problem isn't the transperson, the problem is that you can't make an informed choice about it. In the real world, that'd be called sexual assault or rape.

Shame on the players for their transphobic reaction.
Shame on Bioware for putting such a situation in their game in the first place.

I have no problem with trans characters at all, and would like to see better representation in games - but this is not the way to do it.

ObOT: Athenril was quite interesting. Don't remember killing her, though. <_<

Modifié par Zandilar, 18 avril 2011 - 03:41 .

[Maria Caliban]

Beerfish wrote...

Maria Caliban wrote...

I dislike that the one transperson we interact with the came is frequently portrayed as a 'trap' or rapist on the board. I also dislike the implication that the natural reaction to finding the women you're attracted to is biologically male is one of horror.

But both implications are valid.

Er, no. Not at all.

After you make your contribution to the rose you have No ability to back out of the situatioin at all.  It takes control and forces the character into the act.  No different than if you were to investigate a criminal, then see they are innocent and they have a cutscene of you cleaning your sword aftering killing the person.  It is 100% a trap.

If you pay the the madame and pick Serendipity, that's not rape, that's prostitution. There's no indication that Hawke isn't aware of Serendipity's sex or that she forces herself on the PC.

If *the player* isn't aware of this, *the player* can not been raped. If they feel it's out of character for Hawke to do so, they can reload the game.

Sometimes when I pick a response, what Hawke says is something other than what I intended or expected. It doesn't mean that Hawke was forced to say something he or she didn't want to say.

The 2nd situation is also 100% valid whether the participant was straight, gay or anything in between.

There have been several occasions where a woman I knew told me she was biological male and I have never reacted in horror to this.

If you are 100% forced to proceed from there that is where the 'horror' comes in.

Unless you're suggesting that someone telling you their sex inevitably leads to them sexually assaulting you, I'm not sure where you're coming from.

[mesmerizedish]

There's no indication that Serendipity is a trans woman. She's just as likely simply a cross-dresser or drag queen.

Not that that matters in the slightest.

[Zandilar]

ishmaeltheforsaken wrote...

There's no indication that Serendipity is a trans woman. She's just as likely simply a cross-dresser or drag queen.

Not that that matters in the slightest.

There's no indication that she's anything other than female, until she talks.

Also, unless magic is somehow involved, most trans people in a medieval-esque setting would be simply cross-dressing. However, if magic was involved, a trans person would be indistinguishable from the gender they're presenting (including their voice), because magic is in every way superior to surgery. Magic could literally change your gender (right down to the genetic level).

ETA: There's even sort of precedent in the DA universe. Morrigan was a shape-shifter. If it's possible to change into an animal, it's possible to change gender. Morrigan herself dismisses that idea, but she isn't necessarily a reliable source of magical information.

Modifié par Zandilar, 18 avril 2011 - 04:29 .

[TEWR]

Fieryeel wrote...


You grabbed onto the door handle with a shaky hand and twisted.

"Click."

Maker No! It was locked! Not at a time like this!

You gripped the door with both hands and turned with all your might, as if that might somehow force it to unlock itself, but the dull click of the stubborn lock was all that replied you.

"Oh my! Is the door locked?" said the elf with feint ignorance.

Breathing heavily, you slowly turned to stare at the horror that was Serendipity who was now twirling a key around his fingers. He raised his other hand to point directly at you, then did a "come hither" wagging finger.

You have faced down dozens of darkspawn, stared in the face of a monstrous pride demon, tore off the horns of ogres, and even taken down the mightest of dragons! You were prepared to face any peril...BUT NOT THIS!

"Playing hard to get eh?" Serendipity exclaimed mockingly. Before your stunned eyes, he lowered his body like a spring, and with a cry that was more feral than elf, pounced.

There was no warning, no time for you to react. Serendipity slammed into your body with amazing force, it was all you could do from falling.

With horrifying speed, he wrapped his lithe arms around your neck, his legs around your waist and craned his face towards your own.

Even now, you could smell the sickeningly pleasant smell of lavenders from his body, you could see the dangerous glint in his eyes, and worst of all, you could see the rope that he was now somehow holding in his hand.

"Oh but I do so love it when they fight back!" Serendipity laughed wildly. There was nothing quite so terrifying you have heard in your life. "Not the feather? Then how about trying the ropes!"

You struggled wildly against his grasp, and tried throwing him off, but it was useless. He was clearly experienced in this, and as he threw more loops of the rope around you, you knew somehow that your resistance was futile.

And just as you were about to close your eyes in surrender, a loud thump sounded from the door, startling you both.

The pounding on the door is loud. The elf is just as taken aback by this new development as you are. The room was supposed to be private. No distractions. So who is this? It's getting louder, but you cannot pound back nor say a word because the elf has tied you to the mahogany chair situated by the fireplace, gagging you as well.

"Hawke! Hawke! Damnit Hawke this is no time for games!"

The voice is unmistakable. It has an edge to it. The voice is obviously feminine, but the edge in it marks it as a voice of someone who can handle themselves in a fight should the need arise. It has an unfathomable degree of sexiness to it. You know who it is.

"Hawke! It's me, Athenril! Open this blasted door now!"

"Athenril help!" Despite being gagged, you manage to shout out her name, albeit it still sounds like a jarbled mess.

The door bursts off of its' rusty hinges, the oaken frame now little more than a doormat. The level of joy you feel as you see her face is overwhelming. Her beautiful face shining in the light. Just then you see another vision of loveliness. Your soon-to-be spouse, Merrill. It seems they both love you and have agreed to both be yours. Luck is on your side it seems.

"Hawke, use this to cut yourself free!" she exclaims as she tosses you a dagger. You pull it from its' sheath and immediately cut yourself free.

"Thanks Athenril. Today is just not my day. I thought drinking ale that reeked of stale ****** was all the torture I'd have to endure."

"Yeah well don't go making this a regular thing. Do it again and I'll let him have his way with you. You may be a decent mage, but I'm not going to keep busting down doors just because you're too drunk to recognize a male from a female."

"In my defense, he was a really good looking female elf."

"Let's get going, Hawke." Merrill tells you in her loving way.

"Never!" the elf exclaimed in an angry voice that reverberated all throughout the room.

The whole foundation was shaking. What was happening? A powerful gust of wind swept through and violently broke all the windows, the doors now shaking open and closed, and the flames of the candles now went out. Serendipity dropped to the ground, on both hands and knees, cast aglow in a brimming crimson aura.

After the wind subsides and the light dies down, you see the elf for what he truly is. A Desire Demon most foul. More powerful than any of the other foes you've fought. The other patrons of the esteemed brothel are now fleeing for their lives. This demon has been using the life force of other unfortunate people to make herself more powerful. This has to be the reason why you couldn't tell she was a demon in disguise.

"You just had to get involved with a demon didn't you Hawke?" Athenril said in her usual feisty demeanor

"Now I'm wondering what sex with a Desire Demon would've been like. Especially with those horns. Could give me something to hold onto. Shame those three sovereigns are gonna go to waste..."

"Hawke!"

"You're right, Merrill. Three sovereigns was too much. Should've paid fifty silver."

"Um.... can we focus on surviving and discuss the monetary value of ****s later?"

"Oh right. Sorry."

"Fools. I've killed many people before you. Some of them were mages too. You think you can defeat me?" the demon responded. Her arrogance was showing, but you were afraid it might not be unfounded arrogance.

Modifié par The Ethereal Writer Redux, 18 avril 2011 - 04:52 .

[Beerfish]

If you pay the the madame and pick Serendipity, that's not rape, that's prostitution. There's no indication that Hawke isn't aware of Serendipity's sex or that she forces herself on the PC.

If *the player* isn't aware of this, *the player* can not been raped. If they feel it's out of character for Hawke to do so, they can reload the game.

Sometimes when I pick a response, what Hawke says is something other than what I intended or expected. It doesn't mean that Hawke was forced to say something he or she didn't want to say.

Come now, this is far different than the normal. "Oh  the words my player spoke are different than what I thought they would be."  You make a choice on pretty well defined set of facts, you get feed back that the situation is not at all what you though and then there is NOTHING you can do about it.  Saying, oh you can just reload basically excuses the developer from doing what ever they want and trapping the player any way they wish.  That out is not valid at all.  This is for sure a trap that cannot be avoided by the player short of reloadimg, which is not a good thing.

The 2nd situation is also 100% valid whether the participant was straight, gay or anything in between.

There have been several occasions where a woman I knew told me she was biological male and I have never reacted in horror to this.

Oh?  Was this before or after you thought "Hm, maybe I don't want to have sex with that person and were forced to?  I've not seen many people reacting with horror to the biological difference or even that they were fooled.  They react with horror when they have a cutscene showing them doing something there is no way they would have done.

If you are 100% forced to proceed from there that is where the 'horror' comes in.

Unless you're suggesting that someone telling you their sex inevitably leads to them sexually assaulting you, I'm not sure where you're coming from.

No that is not it at all, in the game they are telling you their sex and then forcing the player to go along with the joke/trap which is never a good thing.  By all means play the joke on the player, take their gold.  You never responded to my example of a player being shown one thing, then finding it out it was different but being forced via a cutscene to take the action they had no intention of taking.  This is not about sexual preference or a nice inside joke by BioWare, it is about the player being forced via a cutscene to take an action.

[Xeranx]

Maria Caliban wrote...

There have been several occasions where a woman I knew told me she was biological male and I have never reacted in horror to this.

Can I be safe in assuming you're female?  When it comes to something of this nature straight men generally do not want to be surprised.  It's not homophobia (hate that word).  It's The idea that you can be tricked into going to certain lengths before you find something you never wanted.  When I was a in middle school (7th-8th grade) we often joked that any female we come across (when we're older) would have to submit to a questionaire and produce documentation so we can determine she was born female.  This was around the time we kept hearing about guys picking up transgendered men without knowing it.  It's definitely not a comfortable situation.  I had one guy express an interest in me and that made me uncomfortable.  The idea that I can be interested and date someone who is a man, but comes across as a woman through and through is horrifying to me.

Whether you believe it or not men are still raised a certain way.  Women are able to be progressive.  They can hold hands and not be thought of as lesbians.  The same can't be said for men.  I'm even disconcerted by the butt slaps.  To this day I still don't understand them and I don't think I want to.