Andraste.
The Most Epic Burns in Dragon Age
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#227
Posté 10 novembre 2014 - 08:44
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Andraste.
Had to think for a second on that, well done.
#230
Posté 10 novembre 2014 - 11:15
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Zevran (to Morrigan): "Ah, one day you will realize that you have wasted your youth and beauty on bitterness and suspicion, mark my words."
Morrigan: "Remind me to bring you along if we go sailing. The hot air will prove useful."
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#231
Posté 10 novembre 2014 - 12:12
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Warden in Burning Man form during the Fade vs. 4 fire mages. Many flames. Such burns.
#233
Posté 10 novembre 2014 - 05:09
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The last conversation with the Arishok, where he silences Aveline with the "Shush'' finger. Silent - but deadly...
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#234
Posté 10 novembre 2014 - 05:29
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Most epic verbal swipe of the series by far:
#235
Posté 11 novembre 2014 - 04:58
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Bethany: "So you have been with women..in bed."
Isabela: "Shocking I know. You see sweetness ,men are good for one thing. Women are good for six."
Bethany: "Six? Which six?"
Hawke: Isabela!"
#236
Posté 11 novembre 2014 - 05:01
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Andraste 
..apparently burned epically enough to start a cult.
EDIT: Dammit someone beat me to it.
#237
Posté 11 novembre 2014 - 05:35
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I have a lot of favorites, but only one that left me utterly disgusted and dropped the opinion of previously beloved character to the depth he never risen from.
- Anders: So you married a templar, huh?
- Aveline: What of it?
- Anders: Are they all as dirty as they seem?
- Aveline: What?
- Anders: Did he ever ask you to play "the naughty mage and the helpless recruit?" Maybe the "secret desire demon and the upstanding knight?"
- Aveline: That's disgusting!
- Anders: I hear it's quite popular.
Argh! It just... how she didn't punch Anders in the face on the spot I never know. I would.
#238
Posté 11 novembre 2014 - 05:48
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Hawke and Gamlen in Act 3 in DA2
Hawke: "It looks like you two had a good talk."
Gamlen: It was bloody awkward."
Hawke: "She looks nothing like you. Thank the Maker for small miracles."
Gamlen: "I...hey!"
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#239
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 02:24
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about 1 minute 19 seconds in
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#240
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 02:31
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Absolute favorite is from DA2
Anders: I can't imagine what Hawke sees in you.
Fenris: It is done. Leave it be.
Anders: Well, good. I always knew she had some sense.
Fenris: Do not make light of this. Leaving was the hardest thing I've ever done.
Isabela: Oh, will you two get over yourselves? You're like two dogs around a b**tch in heat.
Fenris: We were talking about Hawke. Not you
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Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 04:56
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Leliana: I'm wondering Morrigan... do you believe in the Maker?
Morrigan: Certainly not. I've no primitive fear of the moon such that I must place my faith in tales so that I may sleep at night.
Leliana: But this can't all be an accident. Spirits, magic, all these wonderous things around us both dark and light. You know these things exist.
Morrigan: The fact of their existence does not presuppose an intelligent design by some absentee father-figure.
Leliana: So it is all random, then? A happy coincidence that we are all here?
Morrigan: Attempting to impose order over chaos is futile. Nature is, by its very nature, chaotic.
Leliana: I don't believe that. I believe we have a purpose. All of us.
Morrigan: Yours, apparently being to bother me.
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Leliana: So you truly do not believe in any sort of higher power?
Morrigan: It has been bothering you, I see. No, I do not. Must I?
Leliana: What do you believe happens to you after you die then? Nothing?
Morrigan: I do not go sit by the Maker's side, if that's what you mean.
Leliana: Only those who are worthy are brought to the Maker's side. So many other sad souls are left to wander in the void, hopeless and forever lost.
Morrigan: And what evidence of this have you? I see only spirits, no wandering ghosts of wicked disbelievers.
Leliana: It must be so sad to look forward to nothing, to feel no love and seek no reward in the afterlife.
Morrigan: Yes, the anguish tears at me so. You have seen through me to my sad, sad core.
Leliana: Now you're simply mocking me.
Morrigan: You notice? It appears your perceptive powers know no bounds.
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Leliana: Let me ask you this, then, Morrigan. What if there really was a Maker?
Morrigan: Then I would wonder why He has abandoned His creation. It seems terribly irresponsible of Him.
Leliana: He left us because we were determined to make our own way, even if we hurt outselves, and He could not bear to watch.
Morrigan: But how do you know? You cannot ask Him this. Perhaps He has gone to a new creation elsewhere, and abandoned this as a dismal failure, best forgotten.
Leliana: I do not need to know because I have faith. I believe in Him and feel His hope and His love.
Morrigan: "Faith." How quickly those who have no answers invoke that word.
Leliana: How can someone who practices magic have so little capacity to believe in that which she cannot see?
Morrigan: Magic is real. I can touch it and command it and I need no faith for it to fill me up inside. If you are looking for your higher power, there it is.
Leliana: But only if you can control it. I do not envy the loneliness you must feel at times Morrigan.
Morrigan: I... leave me be. Loneliness would be preferred to this... endless chatter.
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Leliana: They say your mother is Flemeth, a witch of the Korcari Wilds.
Morrigan: They also say that washing your feet in winter makes you catch cold in the head, but we all know that is not true. But sometimes they are right and they are right in this.
Leliana: You know the stories about--
Morrigan: Of course. You think my mother would let me go without telling me all the stories of her youth?
Leliana: My mother told me stories too. She was the one who kindled my love of the old tales and legends.
Morrigan: Hmph. my mother's stories curdled my blood and haunted my dreams. No little girl wants to hear about the Wilder men her mother took to her bed, using them till they were spent, then killing them. No little girl wants to be told that this is also expected of her, once she comes of age.
Leliana: I... uh... I see.
Morrigan: No, you don't. You really don't.
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Leliana: Do you have any tales of the wilds?
Morrigan: None of the sort you like. No princesses in tall towers or knights throwing themselves at whole armies.
Leliana: That's not all I like!
Morrigan: Do you want tales of the Chasind Wilders who dwell in the marsh? Do you want to hear of the slow deaths they inflict on their enemies? Perhaps a tale of the poisonous creatures of the Wilds that lay their eggs on your skin so that their young may eat you alive when hatched? Or a tale of my mother's marsh cuisine? That, in my opinion, is the most terrifying of all my tales.
Leliana: Uh... no. I don't want to hear about those things...
Morrigan: Then I have no tales for you.
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Leliana: You are very beautiful Morrigan.
Morrigan: Tell me something I do not know.
Leliana: But you always dress in such rags. It suits you I suppose. A little tear here, a little rip there to show some skin. I understand.
Morrigan: You understand I lived in a forest, I hope?
Leliana: Maybe we could get you in a nice dress one day. Silk. No, maybe velvet. Velvet is heavier, better to guard against the cold in Ferelden. Dark red velvet, yes. With gold embroidery. It should be cut low in the front of course, we don't want to hide your features.
Morrigan: Stop looking at my breasts like that. 'Tis most disturbing!
Leliana: You don't think so? And if it's cut low in the front we must put your hair up to show off that lovely neck.
Morrigan: You are insane. I would sooner let Alistair dress me.
Leliana: It'll be fun, I promise! We'll get some shoes too! Ah, shoes! We could go shopping together!
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I have a few I love between the two of them.lol.
Morrigan: Certainly not. I've no primitive fear of the moon such that I must place my faith in tales so that I may sleep at night.
Leliana: But this can't all be an accident. Spirits, magic, all these wonderous things around us both dark and light. You know these things exist.
Morrigan: The fact of their existence does not presuppose an intelligent design by some absentee father-figure.
Leliana: So it is all random, then? A happy coincidence that we are all here?
Morrigan: Attempting to impose order over chaos is futile. Nature is, by its very nature, chaotic.
Leliana: I don't believe that. I believe we have a purpose. All of us.
Morrigan: Yours, apparently being to bother me.
───────
Leliana: So you truly do not believe in any sort of higher power?
Morrigan: It has been bothering you, I see. No, I do not. Must I?
Leliana: What do you believe happens to you after you die then? Nothing?
Morrigan: I do not go sit by the Maker's side, if that's what you mean.
Leliana: Only those who are worthy are brought to the Maker's side. So many other sad souls are left to wander in the void, hopeless and forever lost.
Morrigan: And what evidence of this have you? I see only spirits, no wandering ghosts of wicked disbelievers.
Leliana: It must be so sad to look forward to nothing, to feel no love and seek no reward in the afterlife.
Morrigan: Yes, the anguish tears at me so. You have seen through me to my sad, sad core.
Leliana: Now you're simply mocking me.
Morrigan: You notice? It appears your perceptive powers know no bounds.
───────
Leliana: Let me ask you this, then, Morrigan. What if there really was a Maker?
Morrigan: Then I would wonder why He has abandoned His creation. It seems terribly irresponsible of Him.
Leliana: He left us because we were determined to make our own way, even if we hurt outselves, and He could not bear to watch.
Morrigan: But how do you know? You cannot ask Him this. Perhaps He has gone to a new creation elsewhere, and abandoned this as a dismal failure, best forgotten.
Leliana: I do not need to know because I have faith. I believe in Him and feel His hope and His love.
Morrigan: "Faith." How quickly those who have no answers invoke that word.
Leliana: How can someone who practices magic have so little capacity to believe in that which she cannot see?
Morrigan: Magic is real. I can touch it and command it and I need no faith for it to fill me up inside. If you are looking for your higher power, there it is.
Leliana: But only if you can control it. I do not envy the loneliness you must feel at times Morrigan.
Morrigan: I... leave me be. Loneliness would be preferred to this... endless chatter.
───────
Leliana: They say your mother is Flemeth, a witch of the Korcari Wilds.
Morrigan: They also say that washing your feet in winter makes you catch cold in the head, but we all know that is not true. But sometimes they are right and they are right in this.
Leliana: You know the stories about--
Morrigan: Of course. You think my mother would let me go without telling me all the stories of her youth?
Leliana: My mother told me stories too. She was the one who kindled my love of the old tales and legends.
Morrigan: Hmph. my mother's stories curdled my blood and haunted my dreams. No little girl wants to hear about the Wilder men her mother took to her bed, using them till they were spent, then killing them. No little girl wants to be told that this is also expected of her, once she comes of age.
Leliana: I... uh... I see.
Morrigan: No, you don't. You really don't.
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Leliana: Do you have any tales of the wilds?
Morrigan: None of the sort you like. No princesses in tall towers or knights throwing themselves at whole armies.
Leliana: That's not all I like!
Morrigan: Do you want tales of the Chasind Wilders who dwell in the marsh? Do you want to hear of the slow deaths they inflict on their enemies? Perhaps a tale of the poisonous creatures of the Wilds that lay their eggs on your skin so that their young may eat you alive when hatched? Or a tale of my mother's marsh cuisine? That, in my opinion, is the most terrifying of all my tales.
Leliana: Uh... no. I don't want to hear about those things...
Morrigan: Then I have no tales for you.
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Leliana: You are very beautiful Morrigan.
Morrigan: Tell me something I do not know.
Leliana: But you always dress in such rags. It suits you I suppose. A little tear here, a little rip there to show some skin. I understand.
Morrigan: You understand I lived in a forest, I hope?
Leliana: Maybe we could get you in a nice dress one day. Silk. No, maybe velvet. Velvet is heavier, better to guard against the cold in Ferelden. Dark red velvet, yes. With gold embroidery. It should be cut low in the front of course, we don't want to hide your features.
Morrigan: Stop looking at my breasts like that. 'Tis most disturbing!
Leliana: You don't think so? And if it's cut low in the front we must put your hair up to show off that lovely neck.
Morrigan: You are insane. I would sooner let Alistair dress me.
Leliana: It'll be fun, I promise! We'll get some shoes too! Ah, shoes! We could go shopping together!
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I have a few I love between the two of them.lol.
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#243
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 05:00
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Not DA, but Bioware nonetheless, this is the best burn ever
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#244
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 05:45
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about 1 minute 19 seconds in
LOL
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#245
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 06:55
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When Jowan introduces a mage Warden to Lily, and you can say 'My condolences, Lily' 
I imagine the future-Warden is standing there thinking 'I just know you're going to do something batshit Jowan, so I shall mock you because damnit I'm only friends with you because Bioware is forcing me'
I imagine the future-Warden is standing there thinking 'I just know you're going to do something batshit Jowan, so I shall mock you because damnit I'm only friends with you because Bioware is forcing me'
#246
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 07:29
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Not DA, but Bioware nonetheless, this is the best burn ever
I do have some faves from Dragon Age. I love it when the dock master's aide angles for a bribe from my aggressive Hawke:
But SWTOR's smuggler story offers some of the best dialogue I've ever enjoyed. That class remains my Main in the end-game:
#247
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 02:29
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This will forever be my favorite.Morrigan: You seem so deep in thought, my dear Sten. Thinking of me, perhaps? The two of us, together at last?Sten: Yes.Morrigan: I... what did you say?Sten: You will need armor, I think. And a helmet. And something to bite down on. How strong are human teeth?Morrigan: How strong are my teeth?Sten: Qunari teeth can bite through leather, wood, even metal given time. Which reminds me, I may try to nuzzle.Morrigan: Nuzzle?Sten: If that happens, you'll need an iron pry bar. Heat it in a fire, first, or it may not get my attention.Morrigan: Perhaps it would be better if we did not proceed.Sten: Are you certain? If it will satisfy your curiosity...Morrigan: Yes. Yes, I think it is best.
And now we have the Iron Bull to test that....
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#248
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 02:43
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And now we have the Iron Bull to test that....
I at least want to know about the teeth thing. 
#249
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 02:52
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This nostalgic feel-good thread is exactly what I needed before DA:I, thanks for the great read 
#250
Posté 12 novembre 2014 - 04:11
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Not DA, but Bioware nonetheless, this is the best burn ever
ROFL I love the Smuggler. Second favorite storyline in the game (my first is IA). She should have shot him a third time in the ass as he walked away. 
