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[Mrs_Stick]

Guys, guys, guys, guys. I need some support here. Like, I'm going semi-nuts over the release date. IDK if I can make it. I need serious group therapy over this!

I can give you a cookie and some Nyquil to help you sleep at least for the next 6 hours

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

Guys, guys, guys, guys. I need some support here. Like, I'm going semi-nuts over the release date. IDK if I can make it. I need serious group therapy over this!

 

Don't worry, I got this. I am currently writing some smut as a "see you guys soon" thing. 

[Mrs_Stick]

Actually, I literally will be needing nyquil as I have a massive cold right now. x'D

Right there with ya. I think subconsciously I have waited to go to the doctor for 7 weeks so I could have release day off =)

[Lady Artifice]

I can't take it anymore. I can't. I really need the game.

 

I need the game.

 

 

A friend of mine brought his computer over and helped me set up a few of my world states. It was my first time being able to even access the Keep.

 

I really, really need the game. 

[Mrs_Stick]

I can't take it anymore. I can't. I really need the game.
 
I need the game.
 
 
A friend of mine brought his computer over and helped me set up a few of my world states. It was my first time being able to even access the Keep.
 
I really, really need the game.

Take a deep breath..just a few tiny hours between you and game we have all dreamed about. It will be okay have a cookie

[Cerulione]

Oh my God Oh my God Oh MY GOOOOD!

 

You guys in Northern America are so lucky, you got Cullen tomorrow! I'm getting him this Thursday...

 

I can't stand this anymore, I can't, I can't... And I need to decide which PT to do, it's been changed 1000 times since Friday and now I've created the max of world state without being able to choose which one...

 

Just so worried on how Advisor's approval level works since it's completely opaque, I won't know how he's thinking... Am I doing my "canon" PT now or a sacrifical PT...? WAAAAAAA!!!

[Sywen]

mmm cookies.  I think I will be giggling all day tomorrow.  Soon Cullen Soon!  

[Lady Artifice]

Oh my God Oh my God Oh MY GOOOOD!

 

You guys in Northern America are so lucky, you got Cullen tomorrow! I'm getting him this Thursday...

 

I can't stand this anymore, I can't, I can't... And I need to decide which PT to do, it's been changed 1000 times since Friday and now I've created the max of world state without being able to choose which one...

 

Just so worried on how Advisor's approval level works since it's completely opaque, I won't know how he's thinking... Am I doing my "canon" PT now or a sacrifical PT...? WAAAAAAA!!!

 

 

I know! How will we KNOW??

 

I'm sorry. We're sorry, we wish you guys were with us. I'm kind of in the same boat, sort of kind of, because my xbox one is delayed. I'm not going to be able to play until a few days AFTER I HAVE THE GAME IN MY HANDS.

 

 

[Lady Artifice]

Take a deep breath..just a few tiny hours between you and game we have all dreamed about. It will be okay have a cookie

 

 

Okay, okay. Thanks. 

 

I feel safe here. The rest of the Bioware forums are scary. People fight there.

 

I might just curl up in a fetal position and observe the Cullen thread all night.

[Cerulione]

I know! How will we KNOW??

 

I'm sorry. We're sorry, we wish you guys were with us. I'm kind of in the same boat, sort of kind of, because my xbox one is delayed. I'm not going to be able to play until a few days AFTER I HAVE THE GAME IN MY HANDS.

 

 

I'm just go bake some more cookies and cakes... Always works in alleviate some stress & madness

 

I really can't stand this anymore, if ever we can bake cookies/cakes in Skyhold, Cullen will be stuffed by cookies in a few days. What kind of cookies/Cakes he might like? I was thinking of something not so sweet, kind like oatmeal cookies with cranberries, or oatmeal-chocolate ones.

 

The wait is taking the toll...

[Cerulione]

Okay, okay. Thanks. 

 

I feel safe here. The rest of the Bioware forums are scary. People fight there.

 

I might just curl up in a fetal position and observe the Cullen thread all night.

 

Or not, some of the fanfics in Tumblrs can give... hyperventilation problem...

[FuzzyThoctar]

Ahhh! Guys, it's so close to being in our graaasp! I don't have any rpg gamer friends, so I'm glad I can come here and be excited with you all.   (runs in circles)

[Lady Artifice]

This game is really getting to me. I have to be careful to remember I eat right now, because I'm not even thinking about anything else but Inquisition.

 

The only other times I've been like that have been before public performances. Plays, poetry readings...stuff like that.

 

It doesn't make sense for me to have the "forget to eat" problem over a video game...but I guess that's just how excited I am.

 

And I guess...There's a similar element here. This game is immersive enough that it feels like these people are real to us. And soon they will be watching, sizing us up, getting to know us, judging us... The character is going to be on a stage and under scrutiny.

 

And, oh maker, I care about whether I do well and that's why it's making me the same kind of nervous andohmygodijustfiguredthatout.

 

This is what Bioware has done to me. Just too damn good. 

[Mrs_Stick]

I am still trying to figure out if my inquisitor will be human or dalish. I do not want ppl to be mean to me but at the same time I want to experience how an elf would be treated. How far will they go will she break and barley do what is necessary to save thedas or will she stand strong and never faulter from her views...and I think i just made up my mind.

[timebean]

So, I am picking my game up at midnight tomorrow.  I will likely disappear from the thread after that because I want to play my game with no spoilers and will likely be looked in like a deer in headlights.

 

You guys have been the most AWESOME group of folks ever!!! 

 

As I play through, I plan to keep writing as I go and make my own, more angst-filled version of events between Ciara and Cullen. At some point, I will try to put it on the fan fiction site in case anyone wants to keep up with it. If I ever do, I will post the link here.

 

I leave you with this long, dialogue heavy scene for something to hopefully give you something to chew on while you wait for the game!  It llkely has lotsa typos and weirdness, as it is late and I just finished it, but I will hopefully smooth it out for some point in the future. But I wanted to leave off with something for you awesome folks!!!

 

*Be warned, it is rather dark, so if you like peppy stuff, don't read. It is pretty depressing..."

 

Spoiler

Cullen knew from his reports that the mission had been a success. He was surprised at Ciara’s resourcefulness. For a Circle mage, she was surprisingly adept at creating alliances. The warmth that seemed to exist between her and the old woman was not what he expected to see upon their return. He wondered how genuine the mage’s intentions truly were, considering her obvious disdain for the Chantry.
Perhaps it is only the Templars she despises, he thought. Or perhaps only me.

He had spent the past few weeks slowly gaining information about her past. She had been in the Circle of Magi in Jainen most of her life, as she said. What records that were still accessible indicated she had a proficiency in the manipulation of ice and water, though the notes suggested she had unique skills that had not been fully tested at the time of the Circle’s fall.

Her visit to the conclave had apparently been hotly debated among the senior enchanters. According to the notes he could find, she was to appear as some sort of witness, though there was no clear answer as to what sort of evidence she would present nor against whom.

The materials he gathered left more questions than answers. He was determined to confront her about it. After all, if she was to be a part of the Inquisition, they must prepared for whatever might come out about her.

He sat patiently in the common room through dinner, only half listening as Varric told of their adventures in the Hinterlands. Ciara spoke quietly the whole time to Solas and Cullen wished often that the dwarf would be quiet so that he could overhear what they were saying. But it was to no avail.

After dinner, he was surprised to find her once again in the library. This time, she had several candles lit and was sitting calmly in a chair facing the door. When he entered, she did not look up at him.

“Commander” she said, quite serenely, as she continued to flip pages.

He walked over to the bookcase and started browsing, wondering how he should begin the conversation. Picking a book at random, he sat in a chair near the fire. Careful to give her clear access to the door should she wish it. He noticed she was pursuing the same large tome she had been reading the last time. He flipped through the pages of his own book, finally clearing his throat to speak.

“Are you fond of Dalish songs?” He knew it sounded forced, but he had no idea how else to begin speaking to her.

She looked at him, her eyes narrowed. “Why would you ask me that?” He motioned to the book in her lap. She glanced down at it, then back up to him. “You do not care what I am interested in, Commander. Please say what you mean to say so that we don’t have to speak to one another any longer than is necessary.”

He was put off by her tone, but decided to plunge ahead anyway. “Alright then. Why were you at the Conclave?”

She did not blink. “I already answered Cassandra’s questions about this. Did you not get the report?”

He sighed, closing his book. “You were not entirely honest. I know you were there to act as some sort of witness. I would have you explain this.”

Her eyes did not leave his, though they narrowed slightly. “Are you calling me a liar, Commander?”

“Omission is a form of deceit. Take that as you will.”

“I am no liar.”

“Then why leave that part out of your story?”

“It was not a relevant detail. You really don’t want to pursue this, Commander. My tale will bring you more pain than it will me.”

Everything about her bothered him, the way she spoke, held her body, cast her cool eyes on him. It was a form of detachment so severe that he couldn’t seem to find his footing when conversing with her. Her eyes never betrayed what she was thinking and her voice never quite matched her words. He tolerated it before, but it only angered him now.

“Bullshit.” He blurted the word out unintentionally, but did both bother to apologize.

She closed her book, placing it gently on the stand next to her table. She stood and crossed her arms, looking down at him with a sudden intensity that was out of character for her. “I will answer your questions, Templar. Not because I care whether you think me a liar or not, but because I think you need to know. I think you need to hear the truth and feel the sting of it.”

She walked to the far end of the room and poured a glass of wine. She sipped it slowly, then walked back and sit in the chair directly in front of him. She swirled the wine in the glass, staring into its depths. The firelight danced off her grey eyes.

“Alright. Let me answer your first question. Yes, I like Dalish music. When I was brought to the Jainen Circle, my closest friend was a Dalish elf named Suhlana. Do you know what Suhlana means in elvish, Commander?

He shook his head.

She continued staring at her wine. “It means song. And it suited her perfectly. She sang to me at night, as I lay terrified in that black place. She would brush my hair and tell me tales of her homeland.”

She leaned back and turned her head towards the fire. Cullen noticed that her eyes had softened somewhat. He also noticed that her cheeks were red and wondered just how much wine she had already drank. “She had red hair, the color of fire, and freckles across the bridge of her nose.” She held up her own hand and looked it. “And long, delicate fingers. She would braid my hair sometimes, always singing. She was older than me, only by a few years, but she knew many tales. She had a wisdom beyond her years, and magic about her that went far deeper than what any mage can draw from the Fade.” She dropped her hand and looked back at the fire. Her eyes were far away and she almost whispered. “She was a rare light in that darkness, and was the closest thing I had to a sister.”

Cullen’s shoulders tensed. He knew something terrible was coming, but he was determined to hear it through. He did, after all, force her into this retelling. “You loved her?”

Her eyes shifted to him. “Mages are not people like you, Commander. Would you even believe me if I said I did?”

Cullen shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

Damn Varric!

“I was not a happy man when I spoke those words, and I regret them now. You need not spew them back at me. I am an older, wiser man than I was.”

She stared at him for a long moment and then looked back towards the fire, continuing her tale. “After Suhlana passed her harrowing, the Templars began to notice her. She was beautiful, and Templars can bear no beautiful thing to grow within their walls. They ripped her from my arms, one night. There were three of them. Muffling her screams, they dragged her from my room, locking me within. I beat upon the door, but could do nothing.” She looked up at him. “Magic does not work on doors in the Jainen Circle. Did you know that?”

Cullen shook his head. He felt like the temperature in the room had dropped by several degrees. She continued speaking. “When Suhlana returned, she said nothing. She could only cry. She cried and I held her and I sang to her…and I hated them.” Her last words came out as an angry whisper, the words almost hissing through her teeth.

Ciara looked back into the fire. “We told the first enchanter. He did nothing. We told our teachers. They did nothing. We tried to tell the Knight Commander. He did nothing. When next they came, she tried to fight them. She could call fire from the Fade, and she scorched their hands when they tried to take her. They accused her of blood magic and she was made tranquil.” She took a drink of her wine, still not looking at him.

Cullen took a sharp intake of breath. She delivered her last words with a coolness that filled the room. Cullen spoke, his voice full of anger at the injustice. “And so they brought you to the conclave, in the hopes you would present testimony of these crimes.”

When she looked at him, she looked truly stunned at first. Then she laughed. It was long and angry and there was no mirth in it. “Are you really so naïve? Do you honestly believe they would consider that a crime? She was a mage and an elf. She had no rights, Commander.”

Cullen was confused. “But why…”

“Why did I tell you this? Perhaps I thought you should know of the depravities of those you would call brothers. Perhaps I wanted to wipe that ****** superior look off of your face.”

Cullen stood, his blood boiling. “You have no right to blame me for the actions of others, mage.”

She stood, her face composed but her eyes cutting through him. Demanding. Accusing. “I was answering your first question, Commander. Do you want the answer to the other, or has your courage failed you?”

He moved away from her, his instinct to leave the woman to her dark tale. Instead, he walked over to the decanter and a poured his own glass of wine. “I will hear your answer to my question. Why did you go to the conclave?”

Ciara walked to the fire, her back to him, the length of the room separating them. Cullen was glad of the distance. “The two tales are connected, Commander, though the events span many years. What happened to Suhlana happened when I was very young, just on the precipice of becoming a woman. They moved her to the servants’ quarters and I did not see her for many months. One night, I was lonely and so I crept down to the basement to find her. When I came to her room, a Templar was with her. I watched them from the doorway, watched as he…had his way with her. Her eyes were…serene…passive. She even looked up at me over his shoulder…and smiled.” She turned back to Cullen, her eyes haunted. “Do you understand what I am saying to you, Commander? She was not there. They killed her, but were allowed to keep using her.”

Cullen felt sick. He had heard tales of such depravities, but never anything quite as terrible as this.

Ciara continued to stare at him. “So, I did what needed to done. Because I loved her. Because she could never sing again and she could never live again. I went down to her basement cell in the black of night and I smothered her in her sleep.” She delivered her words with no remorse.

Cullen’s mouth dropped open. “You…killed her?”

Ciara’s gaze did not falter, her voice maintaining its cool detachment. “She was already dead, Commander. I just stopped the Templars from defiling her body.”

Cullen took a long drink from his goblet, probing his own feelings on what she had just told him. He was no stranger to the effects of the Rite of Tranquility. He wondered what he would have done, given the same circumstances, but found it hard to justify murder.

Almost as if she sensed his thoughts, her voice softened. “Have you any siblings, Commander?”

He looked up at her. “Yes. A sister and brother.”

She looked at him thoughtfully. “Given the choice between death and a life of mindless slavery, which would you choose for your sister?”

Cullen frowned. “Tranquil mages are not mindless. They have no emotions, but they still have thought. A tranquil mage can still have purpose in this world. Their lives still have value.”

She looked at him with such coldness, that Cullen felt as if he had been slapped. “A mule has value, Commander. Have you ever loved a mule? Has a mule ever loved you?”

Cullen felt his face heat up. “Do not speak to me as if I were a child! The worth of a human life is not something I take lightly. Life itself is precious, a gift from the Maker. Children are born every day with imperfections and some will never be more than simpletons their entire lives, and yet we do not kill them out of hand. It is barbaric.”

She started pacing, and Cullen was surprised to see her actually animated. “You dare speak to me of barbarism! What is the Rite of Tranquility if not a barbaric act? To sever a person from the Fade, to cut them off from their dreams, their emotions, from the very essence of their own humanity. Life is more than flesh and blood and bone, Commander. A tranquil mage is nothing more than animated flesh. They are worse than abominations, who at least have some…driving force behind them!” She stopped pacing, closing her eyes to calm herself.

Cullen rubbed his forehead. “I was not suggesting that tranquility is a good thing. I simply…find it difficult to accept your rather heartless account of what I can only call murder.”

She regarded him coolly, her impassive mask firmly in place again. “If you choose to see me as heartless, so be it. It was the last moment of my childhood, Commander. I had never ridden a horse or swam in a river or kissed a boy. And my first action as an adult, the first moral decision I made as a human being, was to end the life of my own sister.” She turned away from him. “Do not be fooled by the tenor of my retelling, Commander. The ease with which I now speak of it but a whisper over a lifetime of pain.”

She stood staring into the fire and Cullen was lost in his own thoughts. After a time, he spoke. “What happened next?”

“There was no trial, nor even any real acknowledgment of what happened. The circle mages found her, the Knight Commander ordered her to be burned, and nothing more was said. It was the final insult, to deny her the proper funeral rites of her own people. I gathered her ashes and buried them myself, as the Dalish do, and sang a song for her. The Templars found me at her grave and decided to punish me for the loss of their plaything. It was a punishment they did not wish me to forget.”

She drained the last of her wine and placed the empty glass on the mantelpiece. She stood for a long moment, her eyes far away. Then with a silent nod to herself, she began unwrapping her red belt.

When he realized what she was doing, Cullen was shocked. “What are you…?”

She interrupted him, continuing to disrobe. Her voice grew stronger as she spoke. “After all these years, I still bear the marks of that punishment. After all these years, it was these marks that carried me from Jainen to Haven, to show the Chantry priests at the conclave. To show them what life in a Circle tower really means.”

She turned away from him, gathering her hair together and pulling it across her shoulder. Then she lowered the robe so that he could see the skin of her back. She spoke to the fire, her voice full of anger. “It was neither my actions, nor my heartache, nor Suhlana’s life that mattered to the mages who asked for my testimony. It is my body they wanted, my flesh that bears witness to the cruelty of the Templars.”

He felt his stomach lurch at the sight of her skin. The terrible scars across her back almost pulsated in the light of the fire. Streaks of red crisscrossed over her back, jagged and dark and deep. He could see them clearly, but could not imagine what type of torture would result in such marks.

She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. “Barbed whips, Commander.”

Cullen swallowed the bile that had formed in his throat. She continued speaking. “Everyone died before I could show them. They all died and now these marks are no use to anyone. I wanted to show them the abuses we suffered. I wanted what happened to Suhlana to mean something. And it doesn’t.” She laughed, and he realized tears were falling down her face. She pulled the robe back over her shoulders, roughly wiping her cheek with back of her hand. She turned back towards him, tying the robe in place. “And now, Commander, now that you have seen my testimony, I will let you be the judge of it. To be honest, I no longer care.”

He dropped his eyes, staring at the floor. When he spoke, it was without thought. The words simply rushed from him, like a breath he had been holding for far too long.

“I have suffered terrible things as well, my lady. I was caged and tortured at the Circle tower in Ferelden. All of my friends were killed and I was forced to watch them die.” His voice sounded hollow. He looked up at her and saw she was staring at him impassively. “Blood-mages. They killed mages and Templars alike, without question, without care, without remorse. It was horrible. They used their filthy methods to turn my own thoughts against me. I survived, but it has haunted me for years. And though I have no scars to show it, I…have the memories…and the nightmares. And I hated all mages for a time, though I justified it in many different ways…but it was hatred, pure and simple. I know that now and I have done all in my power to overcome it.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes, suddenly exhausted. “You do not have to prove to me that your mistrust is justified. I have felt a similar hatred, and it is not easy to let go of, not when it seems that justice is impossible. But I urge you to try to move on, to find some measure of peace. ”

Her eyebrows rose at that. “I am not full of hate, not anymore. And even if I were, I would not bother seeking either peace justice in a world such as this.” She turned away from him, bending down to grab her book. “I simply answered your question, nothing more. I do not need your advice for how I should feel about it.”

He let out a rueful laugh and then shook his head when she looked at him angrily. “Forgive me. I just…I think perhaps you do.” He drained his glass and held it in his hand, looking down at it to avoid looking at her. “I was luckier than you. I was rescued, in the end. After days of endless torture, a woman I knew…a mage…came to my aid. She was…a singular person. She saved me. And then I cursed her.”
She raised her eyebrow at that. “How so?”

He shrugged, placing the glass down on the table and looking up at her. “I had loved her once, or…I don’t know, I was so young…maybe I simply admired her, or idealized her. Either way, the blood mages used my feelings for her against me. When she arrived in the flesh, I didn’t believe it was her. And even after she convinced me, I still cursed her. I told her she was not a person. That she and all her kind should be killed to spare others what my brothers and I had endured.” He dropped his head. “Much later, I bitterly regretted my words to her. But it didn’t matter. She died before I could…make amends.”

She cleared her throat, her voice calm but firm. “Perhaps…perhaps it is enough that you regret it.”

He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the floor but seeing nothing. “I regret it now. But…when I heard of her death…at the time, I was not sorry. I was angry for a long time. And I didn’t even mourn her passing, even though she died saving others, even though she was an extraordinary woman who deserved nothing but praise. And that…that is what I regret more than my words. I regret how long I let that anger consume me. I regret the years I let it take from me.”

He looked up at her. “Thus, you should heed my advice. For what it is worth.”

She looked at him for a long moment. “I will consider your words, Commander.”

He looked at her seriously. “I do not wish us to be enemies, my lady. We have both suffered at the hands of others. We are both haunted by what others have done to us as well as by our own actions. It seems to me that the similarities of our stories can perhaps provide common ground on which to build some…semblance of trust.”

Tucking the book under her arm, she shrugged. “Our revelations have done little, Commander, save illustrate the inevitable. Nadas, as Suhlana would say.” She cocked her head slightly, her eyes for a brief moment betraying a hint of sadness. “I cannot ever trust you. Just as you can never trust me. Some other Templar, some other mage…maybe friendship or trust could exist between them. I hope so, for the good of this realm. But not for you and I.” She straightened her shoulders, her voice firm. ”So let us accept that and move on.”

Cullen simply looked at her. His own pain was mirrored in her eyes. He truly wanted to acknowledge this connection between them, the pain that they both shared. But he realized, watching her features draw back into her cool mask, that her impenetrability was a necessity, born from a need to keep herself safe from others as well as detached from her own pain. Cullen understood that. He too had shunned the solace of his Templar brothers after Kinloch. His isolation was in part a defense against having to fully face his own prejudices.

Neither of them could risk upsetting the delicate barriers they had erected around themselves to survive.

He bowed slightly and she tilted her head, leaving the room. Cullen moved near the fire and watched it burn until nothing remained but embers.

[Usakko]

I suppose this is a good time for me to start my media blackout. I have to wait till Thursday after all. You will probably notice no difference. ...unless you've really enjoyed the way I've occasionally liked your posts. 

 

I just wanted to thank you all! Following your conversations have made these last few months bearable. 

 

Let's just hope I'm strong enough... I just might be here still tomorrow, liking your posts, trying to avoid all spoilers yet kinda enjoying them.

[Lady Artifice]

I am still trying to figure out if my inquisitor will be human or dalish. I do not want ppl to be mean to me but at the same time I want to experience how an elf would be treated. How far will they go will she break and barley do what is necessary to save thedas or will she stand strong and never faulter from her views...and I think i just made up my mind.

 

 

Well, you just NEED to do both inevitably, don't you? 

 

I played through Cousland twice before my sweet Tabris came along. I think playing human first and then elf second is a good idea.

 

The differences in how people react can be JARRING. Which is good, it makes it a remarkably different experience. It's especially interesting doing the persecuted pc second though, because it becomes almost...eye opening.

[Livaine]

Just so worried on how Advisor's approval level works since it's completely opaque, I won't know how he's thinking... Am I doing my "canon" PT now or a sacrifical PT...? WAAAAAAA!!!

Ditto.  Should I wait until I've read the game guide so I can meta my way out of this?  I'm just not a fan of surprises, especially unpleasant ones....

[Mrs_Stick]

Well, you just NEED to do both inevitably, don't you? 

 

I played through Cousland twice before my sweet Tabris came along. I think playing human first and then elf second is a good idea.

 

The differences in how people react can be JARRING. Which is good, it makes it a remarkably different experience. It's especially interesting doing the persecuted pc second though, because it becomes almost...eye opening.

I played human like 4 times before I played a dalish elf which I loved her. But I really am trying to figure out if I want to deal with all the nonsense that comes with being an elf first or just be the typical human hero. Though I am pretty sure no matter what an elf does in thedas the majority view will never change. 

 

edit: I also really like the idea of Cullen with an Elf. Something about paring opposites in every sense appeals to me. Templar with a mage...human with an elf...human with a bull... it just goes on and on

[FuzzyThoctar]

Oh my God Oh my God Oh MY GOOOOD!

 

You guys in Northern America are so lucky, you got Cullen tomorrow! I'm getting him this Thursday...

 

I can't stand this anymore, I can't, I can't... And I need to decide which PT to do, it's been changed 1000 times since Friday and now I've created the max of world state without being able to choose which one...

 

Just so worried on how Advisor's approval level works since it's completely opaque, I won't know how he's thinking... Am I doing my "canon" PT now or a sacrifical PT...? WAAAAAAA!!!

 

I'm a bit worried too. Dx I remember reading that he is a good guy type, and that you don't necessarily need to follow his "advisor path" (all military) when romancing him. So I hope that will be enough for me to go on. I think it might break my poor little heart if I fail, though.

[Lady Artifice]

I played human like 4 times before I played a dalish elf which I loved her. But I really am trying to figure out if I want to deal with all the nonsense that comes with being an elf first or just be the typical human hero. Though I am pretty sure no matter what an elf does in thedas the majority view will never change. 

 

edit: I also really like the idea of Cullen with an Elf. Something about paring opposites in every sense appeals to me. Templar with a mage...human with an elf...human with a bull... it just goes on and on

 

 

 

I definitely get that, but I have to be careful to keep myself from doing self-inserts, and I have a tendency to want to see how those other people (namely romances) react to me, the human. 

 

To try to be more clear, at first I thought Bull with an elf. Then Bull with another Qunari...Now I think Bull with a human, because I've come to like him more and more (enough to want to romance him with a semi-self insert, which would have have to be human for me to be able to see her that way). Which means I'm now planning on about six humans and only three non-humans (one of each) 

 

So, I admire your impulse to do something different. Mine is to be human, just because I feel more at home in that role.

 

Still I LOVE my Tabris, and I generally love city elves WAY more than Dalish. I understand why Elven Inquisitor has to be Dalish. There have to be some limitations...but I really miss city elf as an option.

[Cerulione]

Well, you just NEED to do both inevitably, don't you? 

 

I played through Cousland twice before my sweet Tabris came along. I think playing human first and then elf second is a good idea.

 

The differences in how people react can be JARRING. Which is good, it makes it a remarkably different experience. It's especially interesting doing the persecuted pc second though, because it becomes almost...eye opening.

 

Well said, I was also wondering between more "persecuted" PTs (Human Mage, Dalish) to Human Noble (Rogue & Warrior).

[Sephirona]

So I finally tried setting up my VPN to connect to a Korean IP address and it looks like my release date's been pushed back a whole 12+ hours. This means that, according to Origin, I'll be able to load my world state into Inquisition and start playing in a little less than 9 hours from now. Except that's around the time I have to get ready to leave for class. The last time I felt such a strong need to catapult myself off the walls was when Pokemon Crystal first released and I was barely out of elementary school. I have enough energy to smash my fist through the desk right now how am I ever going to fall asleep I cAN"T FUNCTIONL IKE THIS????

 

I am about thIS CLOSE to tearing a rift in the fabric of this reality to place myself in a state of being in which access to the game is already possible

 

For all I know I could be the very reason the Breach exists in my world state in the first place