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[Hellion Rex]

Hi peeps! Did I miss anything good, today?! :3

THE GAME BOX ART CAME OUT. CHECK IT OUT IN THE TWITTER THREAD!!

[Kirrahe1]

I love how all of us are scrutinizing the cover art for snippets. In honor of that, here's the word of the day.

Pareidolia (/pærɨˈdoʊliə/ parr-i-doh-lee-ə) is a psychological phenomenon involving a vague and random stimulus (often an image or sound) being perceived as significant, a form of apophenia. Common examples include seeing images of animals or faces in clouds, the man in the moon or the Moon rabbit, and hearing hidden messages on records when played in reverse.


(And I've decided not to go back to the grind just yet. /perks of working for myself. )

Edited because formatting is dumb.

A psychological term for this is Closure! It's when the human mind fills in blanks or gaps to try and understand what is before them. Like seeing animals in clouds or faces when you look at the back of cars. Or sometimes seeing things In the dark that aren't really there.

[Hellion Rex]

A follow up to my short snippet from a few hrs ago. This one is called Vigil and it continues from where the previous left off! I'll also include the previous one just so you don't have to hunt it down.

Sacrifice

Spoiler

Sacrifice

Cullen watched as his love began to sag to the ground. He could tell what had happened, when he had begun closing the tear. He saw Jace lower his palm to the rift under the water, watched as the man was wreathed in a fell, grim light. As the tear inched towards closing, he could see the man tense up, and his face begin to contort in pain.

His heart tore, and came to stand beside the love of his life. He held the man tight, and watched in pain as Jace’s hand began to shake. And though he could see the unbearable pain wreak havoc on his love’s body, Jace never stopped. Not for one second did he remove the hand that was closing the rift. Solas and Varric came forward as well, giving silent support, nearly as pained to watch their friend suffer. The barge above the underwater rift rocked back and forth, a quiet sound that couldn’t break the silence of the long moment.

An unbidden sound came from Cullen’s throat as he watched the worst of the symptoms begin. Jase’s closed eyes began to leak blood, as did his nose. The strain must have been unbearable, and still Jase did not lift his hand. Cullen nearly pulled his love away from the rift, to spare him such pain. But only at the last second did he rein in his urges. He knew what had to be done. He remembered the words spoken to him the night before.
-------------------
“Duty before all else,” Jace whispered to the man before him. “Always.”

Cullen couldn’t speak for fear of weeping before the strangely calm and peaceful man. Smaller hands grasped his, and brought his gaze down to meet emerald eyes, eyes filled with boundless love.
-------------------
As the rift finally sealed, there was a flash of light and an echo of otherworldly thunder. It was finished. The fell green coruscation of light had fled back across the Veil, leaving this portion of the mortal world safe once again. But these were the furthest thoughts from Cullen’s mind. He only had eyes for the pain stricken form before him. Cullen held the now unconscious man to his breast, silent tears rolling down his face.

Varric and Solas began to row the barge back to the shore in silence, each pained beyond words. Cullen never stopped gazing at the man he held, even as he tried to gently wipe the ravaged face of Jace’s blood drawn sacrifice.

We have the power to help world, Cullen sadly mused. And yet it required such a terrible price in recompense.

 

 

And Vigil

 

Spoiler

Jace was unresponsive. Despite the combined healing magic of Vivienne, Solas, and Dorian, the man lying on the bed would not wake. Physically, it seemed, he had been healed of every malady. But the spirit...therein lay the problem. Cullen sat at his bedside, locked within a never ending vigil. He waited, stone-faced, his eyes never leaving the perfect face of his love. His heart whispered ceaseless prayers to the Maker above, pleading to not lose the man he had come to love above all else. He pleaded to see those emerald eyes gaze upon him once again.

 

Varric, ever the perceptive friend, made sure food was left in the room for Cullen, leaving the two alone. He also stood guard at the door, warning away advisors and commanders from the room with naught but a hard, merciless gaze. The normally jovial dwarf was in no mood for games. Even Hawke had never been hurt so badly.

 

For Cullen, time passed without awareness, so lost was he in his thoughts in memories. He thought of his experience in being violated in Ferelden, along with being transferred to the Gallows. The memories rushed behind his eyes, reliving the journeys he had taken in his life. How he had stormed out of the meeting in White Spire, taking with him every able-bodied Templar who chose to serve the Divine. How he had been introduced by Justinia to a tall, broad-shouldered mage with emerald eyes who managed to ensnare his heart.

 

Magic, he thought somewhat bitterly. Magic had brought the two together, and now...magic of the foulest sort was once again going to take away what he loved most in the world.

 

Without any warning, his heart seized, and a flood of tears began to poor out. He gripped Jace’s hand tightly, and began pleading in a quiet voice, “Please, Maker, bring him back to me.”

 

Outside the door, Varric slid to the ground, his own heart breaking in the wake of Cullen’s desperate pleas. It had been nearly a week with no change. He heard a sound to his right, and to his surprise, he found Vivienne standing there next to him. And in an uncharacteristic show of kindness and community, she sat down next to him on the cold, hard floor, for once disregarding the state of her clothes. She held out a hand silently, and he took her hand gratefully. And so, they sat in silence, listening to the pain of their friend behind the door.

 

--------------------------------

 

Two days later, and Cullen was out of tears. He had worn himself out in his grief, and just felt so numb. His eyes were raw, and the normally vibrant hazel had dulled to a deep brown.

 

And so it was on the ninth day that Jace finally awoke. The light of the sun shone through the castle window, alighting upon the tanned face of the man lying comatose in bed. As the dawn’s light reached his eyes, there was the smallest of fluttering. Cullen’s heart began to race, before reaching a crescendo as the emerald eyes he so adored opened once again. The tired eyes turned to the man sitting beside him, and the smallest of smiles graced his battered face.

 

Cullen didn’t say a word. He gathered the man up in his arms, and held him with all his might. And now, tears of elation began to roll down his face, replacing the weariness brought about by despair.

 

Maker knows what would happen to them next, but in the here and now, Jace had come back to Cullen. And that was all that mattered.

 

And now, back to the research paper I have due tomorrow!

[Dirgegun]

THE GAME COVER IS OUT!!!!!!

Dragon Age ‏@dragonage 1m

They say only the Inquisitor has the power to stop it... #DAI pic.twitter.com/Dw9DNsL7yG
 

 

 

I am so late on this, but whatever, the graphic designer in me needs to squeal about how damn pretty this is-- and the dragon in the negative space! (It's just a shame the EA sticker there ruins the balance of the image.)

[Jean]

THE GAME COVER IS OUT!!!!!!

Dragon Age ‏@dragonage 1m

They say only the Inquisitor has the power to stop it... #DAI pic.twitter.com/Dw9DNsL7yG
 

 

   

 

Can totally see a man or a woman in that armor.

 

... I would completely be pulling off poses like that if I was in that situation. 

[R2s Muse]

   

 

Can totally see a man or a woman in that armor.

 

... I would completely be pulling off poses like that if I was in that situation. 

LOL It *is* kind of a rockstar pose!

[R2s Muse]

 

 

I guess the green glow thing has pretty much confirmed these guys from the survey as the early inquisitor mock-ups. 

 

Nice catch!

[R2s Muse]

New Cullen art!

 

Knight-Captain Cullen by HarlequinRavenwing

[BevH]

I am so late on this, but whatever, the graphic designer in me needs to squeal about how damn pretty this is-- and the dragon in the negative space! (It's just a shame the EA sticker there ruins the balance of the image.)

I think they said they'll possibly be making this into a wallpaper. I certainly hope so!

 

Edit for ToP:

 

(It's my own, R2  )

[BFace]

A follow up to my short snippet from a few hrs ago. This one is called Vigil and it continues from where the previous left off! I'll also include the previous one just so you don't have to hunt it down.

Sacrifice

Spoiler

Sacrifice

Cullen watched as his love began to sag to the ground. He could tell what had happened, when he had begun closing the tear. He saw Jace lower his palm to the rift under the water, watched as the man was wreathed in a fell, grim light. As the tear inched towards closing, he could see the man tense up, and his face begin to contort in pain.

His heart tore, and came to stand beside the love of his life. He held the man tight, and watched in pain as Jace’s hand began to shake. And though he could see the unbearable pain wreak havoc on his love’s body, Jace never stopped. Not for one second did he remove the hand that was closing the rift. Solas and Varric came forward as well, giving silent support, nearly as pained to watch their friend suffer. The barge above the underwater rift rocked back and forth, a quiet sound that couldn’t break the silence of the long moment.

An unbidden sound came from Cullen’s throat as he watched the worst of the symptoms begin. Jase’s closed eyes began to leak blood, as did his nose. The strain must have been unbearable, and still Jase did not lift his hand. Cullen nearly pulled his love away from the rift, to spare him such pain. But only at the last second did he rein in his urges. He knew what had to be done. He remembered the words spoken to him the night before.
-------------------
“Duty before all else,” Jace whispered to the man before him. “Always.”

Cullen couldn’t speak for fear of weeping before the strangely calm and peaceful man. Smaller hands grasped his, and brought his gaze down to meet emerald eyes, eyes filled with boundless love.
-------------------
As the rift finally sealed, there was a flash of light and an echo of otherworldly thunder. It was finished. The fell green coruscation of light had fled back across the Veil, leaving this portion of the mortal world safe once again. But these were the furthest thoughts from Cullen’s mind. He only had eyes for the pain stricken form before him. Cullen held the now unconscious man to his breast, silent tears rolling down his face.

Varric and Solas began to row the barge back to the shore in silence, each pained beyond words. Cullen never stopped gazing at the man he held, even as he tried to gently wipe the ravaged face of Jace’s blood drawn sacrifice.

We have the power to help world, Cullen sadly mused. And yet it required such a terrible price in recompense.

 

 

And Vigil

 

Spoiler

Jace was unresponsive. Despite the combined healing magic of Vivienne, Solas, and Dorian, the man lying on the bed would not wake. Physically, it seemed, he had been healed of every malady. But the spirit...therein lay the problem. Cullen sat at his bedside, locked within a never ending vigil. He waited, stone-faced, his eyes never leaving the perfect face of his love. His heart whispered ceaseless prayers to the Maker above, pleading to not lose the man he had come to love above all else. He pleaded to see those emerald eyes gaze upon him once again.

 

Varric, ever the perceptive friend, made sure food was left in the room for Cullen, leaving the two alone. He also stood guard at the door, warning away advisors and commanders from the room with naught but a hard, merciless gaze. The normally jovial dwarf was in no mood for games. Even Hawke had never been hurt so badly.

 

For Cullen, time passed without awareness, so lost was he in his thoughts in memories. He thought of his experience in being violated in Ferelden, along with being transferred to the Gallows. The memories rushed behind his eyes, reliving the journeys he had taken in his life. How he had stormed out of the meeting in White Spire, taking with him every able-bodied Templar who chose to serve the Divine. How he had been introduced by Justinia to a tall, broad-shouldered mage with emerald eyes who managed to ensnare his heart.

 

Magic, he thought somewhat bitterly. Magic had brought the two together, and now...magic of the foulest sort was once again going to take away what he loved most in the world.

 

Without any warning, his heart seized, and a flood of tears began to poor out. He gripped Jace’s hand tightly, and began pleading in a quiet voice, “Please, Maker, bring him back to me.”

 

Outside the door, Varric slid to the ground, his own heart breaking in the wake of Cullen’s desperate pleas. It had been nearly a week with no change. He heard a sound to his right, and to his surprise, he found Vivienne standing there next to him. And in an uncharacteristic show of kindness and community, she sat down next to him on the cold, hard floor, for once disregarding the state of her clothes. She held out a hand silently, and he took her hand gratefully. And so, they sat in silence, listening to the pain of their friend behind the door.

 

--------------------------------

 

Two days later, and Cullen was out of tears. He had worn himself out in his grief, and just felt so numb. His eyes were raw, and the normally vibrant hazel had dulled to a deep brown.

 

And so it was on the ninth day that Jace finally awoke. The light of the sun shone through the castle window, alighting upon the tanned face of the man lying comatose in bed. As the dawn’s light reached his eyes, there was the smallest of fluttering. Cullen’s heart began to race, before reaching a crescendo as the emerald eyes he so adored opened once again. The tired eyes turned to the man sitting beside him, and the smallest of smiles graced his battered face.

 

Cullen didn’t say a word. He gathered the man up in his arms, and held him with all his might. And now, tears of elation began to roll down his face, replacing the weariness brought about by despair.

 

Maker knows what would happen to them next, but in the here and now, Jace had come back to Cullen. And that was all that mattered.

 

And now, back to the research paper I have due tomorrow!

Do your homework and stop making me weep!!

 

This is very good, and touching and lovely. I like it very much.

[Damate]

I know the topic of lyrium addiction has been discussed before with regard to Cullen. I was going through the wiki on lyrium matters and came across the interesting tidbit that DG mentioned lyrium addiction being an actual mechanic of some sort in early DAO development, which had to be tossed because of cost issues of implemening it well into the game. [[This is the post link: http://social.biowar...349206/2#373263 ]]

We know that health potions and healing spells won't be spamable in DAI, or so the current word states. So I'm wondering - and hoping - that game mechanics regarding lyrium addiction might make it into the game this time as it's something that would affect not only Templars but mages as well, those who rely too heavily on lyrium potions.

How would you feel if lyrium addiction made it in game as not only something for Cullen to deal with, but Mage protagonists and possibly Mage followers as well?

[Jean]

I don't know how I'd feel about that.

 

On one hand, lore wise, becoming addicted after slamming so many potions back would make complete sense. On the other, it would kinda suck since lyrium potions have been the only way for a mage to recover mana in combat. 

[Phate Phoenix]

I know the topic of lyrium addiction has been discussed before with regard to Cullen. I was going through the wiki on lyrium matters and came across the interesting tidbit that DG mentioned lyrium addiction being an actual mechanic of some sort in early DAO development, which had to be tossed because of cost issues of implemening it well into the game. [[This is the post link: http://social.biowar...349206/2#373263 ]]

We know that health potions and healing spells won't be spamable in DAI, or so the current word states. So I'm wondering - and hoping - that game mechanics regarding lyrium addiction might make it into the game this time as it's something that would affect not only Templars but mages as well, those who rely too heavily on lyrium potions.

How would you feel if lyrium addiction made it in game as not only something for Cullen to deal with, but Mage protagonists and possibly Mage followers as well?

 

Oh, I wonder if they could add something like it in for Templar-speccing Warriors, too?

 

I think it would work okay, because mana regenerates over time still, yes? I'd like something like that, but it would have to be done very carefully.

[CuriousArtemis]

I'm not even interested in the lyrium addiction storyline, let alone how it can be incorporated into gameplay. Odd for a Cullen fan, I know.

[Creeper Cat]

I'm not even interested in the lyrium addiction storyline, let alone how it can be incorporated into gameplay. Odd for a Cullen fan, I know.

Neither am I, tbh. I've known enough addicts of various sorts irl, it's not really something I'm interested in dealing with in a game. 

[MageTarot]

I was never bothered by games that put a "specific" character face on their cover, if the game has a CC, it doesn't stop me from playing who I want to play or making my character the way I want it to look. By them putting a specific face doesn't mean your character  should look exactly like that or that you have to play a certain way just because it was advertised that way.

Me neither. When DA:O came out it was fun to create my canon noble rogue Arturo Cousland from scratch (and for the record, I headcanoned that Teryna Eleanor heard the name during a visit to Antiva with Teryn Bryce and liked it so much she gave the name to her second son). But I likewise had no problem playing the default Garrett Hawke in DAII (or John Shepard in Mass Effect, for that matter) as my canon playthrough for both games.
 
It's great that the game box shows only the back of the Inquisitor. BioWare really wants to stress the fact that the Inquisitor can look like anyone...which can only be a good thing.

 

Spoiler

Arturo Cousland

[Damate]

I'm not even interested in the lyrium addiction storyline, let alone how it can be incorporated into gameplay. Odd for a Cullen fan, I know.

Not so odd, no! I'm torn on the matter myself. On the one hand I'd like for the lore about lyrium addiction to actually be present in the game as more than a by blow mention. And if we're already limiting potion use in the game, why not limit lyrium potion and make addiction a reason/consequence?
On the flip side, I don't want the very serious subject of substance addiction and it's horrid effects to be belittled in a minor side story or a reason for never-ending angst...
... So, yeah, I'm not sure if I want this to happen myself, but I thought it was interesting that once upon a time a mechanic/implementation was considered.

[BioFan (Official)]

Good eye. I hadn't thought of that pic. 

 

 

Someone else actually pointed that out... Don't want to take all the credit, just passing info along. 

Though I can't seem to find their post now... 

[Damate]

OT, but:

@eplerjc: Tickets booked, rooms booked. Goin' to Oktoberfest!

...vacation in October? October release date semi-confirmed!?!?!

[BioFan (Official)]

Hey everybody, I think I finally caught up.  Awesome box art, huh?  

 

On an OT note, I was doing some research on medieval clothing, and I actually think I came across Solas' pants....

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

   

 

 

Please tell me you posted that in the Solas thread! lol. That's RICH

[BioFan (Official)]

So now I wanna see the back of the box

[deuce985]

I'm not even interested in the lyrium addiction storyline, let alone how it can be incorporated into gameplay. Odd for a Cullen fan, I know.

 

Not really. The little we've seen about it I don't find it a very good plot point. I certainly don't think how they did red lyrium in DA2 did it any favors. I think it's only fair to be skeptical about about that plot in DAI considering how poorly it was handled in DA2. I just find it really weird you see red templars fighting alongside some massive mutated templar in the PAX demo. That really seems off.

[Kirrahe1]

Not really. The little we've seen about it I don't find it a very good plot point. I certainly don't think how they did red lyrium in DA2 did it any favors. I think it's only fair to be skeptical about about that plot in DAI considering how poorly it was handled in DA2. I just find it really weird you see red templars fighting alongside some massive mutated templar in the PAX demo. That really seems off.

I'd like them to explain Blue lyrium a bit more so we can better understand red lyrium though. I mean red lyrium is supposed to be this super mysterious substance that we are just learning about! But...that doesn't mean as much if we don't know that much about blue lyrium too lol!

[Marinade Plushie]

A follow up to my short snippet from a few hrs ago. This one is called Vigil and it continues from where the previous left off! I'll also include the previous one just so you don't have to hunt it down.

Sacrifice

Spoiler

Sacrifice

Cullen watched as his love began to sag to the ground. He could tell what had happened, when he had begun closing the tear. He saw Jace lower his palm to the rift under the water, watched as the man was wreathed in a fell, grim light. As the tear inched towards closing, he could see the man tense up, and his face begin to contort in pain.

His heart tore, and came to stand beside the love of his life. He held the man tight, and watched in pain as Jace’s hand began to shake. And though he could see the unbearable pain wreak havoc on his love’s body, Jace never stopped. Not for one second did he remove the hand that was closing the rift. Solas and Varric came forward as well, giving silent support, nearly as pained to watch their friend suffer. The barge above the underwater rift rocked back and forth, a quiet sound that couldn’t break the silence of the long moment.

An unbidden sound came from Cullen’s throat as he watched the worst of the symptoms begin. Jase’s closed eyes began to leak blood, as did his nose. The strain must have been unbearable, and still Jase did not lift his hand. Cullen nearly pulled his love away from the rift, to spare him such pain. But only at the last second did he rein in his urges. He knew what had to be done. He remembered the words spoken to him the night before.
-------------------
“Duty before all else,” Jace whispered to the man before him. “Always.”

Cullen couldn’t speak for fear of weeping before the strangely calm and peaceful man. Smaller hands grasped his, and brought his gaze down to meet emerald eyes, eyes filled with boundless love.
-------------------
As the rift finally sealed, there was a flash of light and an echo of otherworldly thunder. It was finished. The fell green coruscation of light had fled back across the Veil, leaving this portion of the mortal world safe once again. But these were the furthest thoughts from Cullen’s mind. He only had eyes for the pain stricken form before him. Cullen held the now unconscious man to his breast, silent tears rolling down his face.

Varric and Solas began to row the barge back to the shore in silence, each pained beyond words. Cullen never stopped gazing at the man he held, even as he tried to gently wipe the ravaged face of Jace’s blood drawn sacrifice.

We have the power to help world, Cullen sadly mused. And yet it required such a terrible price in recompense.

 

 

And Vigil

 

Spoiler

Jace was unresponsive. Despite the combined healing magic of Vivienne, Solas, and Dorian, the man lying on the bed would not wake. Physically, it seemed, he had been healed of every malady. But the spirit...therein lay the problem. Cullen sat at his bedside, locked within a never ending vigil. He waited, stone-faced, his eyes never leaving the perfect face of his love. His heart whispered ceaseless prayers to the Maker above, pleading to not lose the man he had come to love above all else. He pleaded to see those emerald eyes gaze upon him once again.

 

Varric, ever the perceptive friend, made sure food was left in the room for Cullen, leaving the two alone. He also stood guard at the door, warning away advisors and commanders from the room with naught but a hard, merciless gaze. The normally jovial dwarf was in no mood for games. Even Hawke had never been hurt so badly.

 

For Cullen, time passed without awareness, so lost was he in his thoughts in memories. He thought of his experience in being violated in Ferelden, along with being transferred to the Gallows. The memories rushed behind his eyes, reliving the journeys he had taken in his life. How he had stormed out of the meeting in White Spire, taking with him every able-bodied Templar who chose to serve the Divine. How he had been introduced by Justinia to a tall, broad-shouldered mage with emerald eyes who managed to ensnare his heart.

 

Magic, he thought somewhat bitterly. Magic had brought the two together, and now...magic of the foulest sort was once again going to take away what he loved most in the world.

 

Without any warning, his heart seized, and a flood of tears began to poor out. He gripped Jace’s hand tightly, and began pleading in a quiet voice, “Please, Maker, bring him back to me.”

 

Outside the door, Varric slid to the ground, his own heart breaking in the wake of Cullen’s desperate pleas. It had been nearly a week with no change. He heard a sound to his right, and to his surprise, he found Vivienne standing there next to him. And in an uncharacteristic show of kindness and community, she sat down next to him on the cold, hard floor, for once disregarding the state of her clothes. She held out a hand silently, and he took her hand gratefully. And so, they sat in silence, listening to the pain of their friend behind the door.

 

--------------------------------

 

Two days later, and Cullen was out of tears. He had worn himself out in his grief, and just felt so numb. His eyes were raw, and the normally vibrant hazel had dulled to a deep brown.

 

And so it was on the ninth day that Jace finally awoke. The light of the sun shone through the castle window, alighting upon the tanned face of the man lying comatose in bed. As the dawn’s light reached his eyes, there was the smallest of fluttering. Cullen’s heart began to race, before reaching a crescendo as the emerald eyes he so adored opened once again. The tired eyes turned to the man sitting beside him, and the smallest of smiles graced his battered face.

 

Cullen didn’t say a word. He gathered the man up in his arms, and held him with all his might. And now, tears of elation began to roll down his face, replacing the weariness brought about by despair.

 

Maker knows what would happen to them next, but in the here and now, Jace had come back to Cullen. And that was all that mattered.

 

And now, back to the research paper I have due tomorrow!

*delurks*

 

You've made me do it!  I've been following this thread since it started and the other Cullen thread since the 4000 celebration.  Your story snippet was absolutely beautiful!  It had me in tears.  (Do you know what it's like to try and hide tears from your family?  )  It really hit home for me so much because I plan on playing a male mage inquisitor who romances Cullen on my first playthrough.  Massive kudos!

 

*huggles*  Good luck on that research paper!!!     

 

I've really enjoyed everyone's posts in here.  'Tis a wonderful place to be! 

[MacyNell]

Please tell me you posted that in the Solas thread! lol. That's RICH

 

I just did. I hope they like it...