I just hope Cullen is not Alistair 2.0. Then again, I don't think he will be quite as naive, considering he has seen both mages and templars go off the deep end.
He won't be naive when it comes to dealing with magic and red templars but when dealing with feelings, love and emotions, I think he will still be...
I was worried about that at first, but considering his interview and character description, I'm sure we'll get a 'hardened' Cullen, as it were.I just hope Cullen is not Alistair 2.0. Then again, I don't think he will be quite as naive, considering he has seen both mages and templars go off the deep end.
'Non-verbal communication' Femquisitor is listening to her advisors.
Cullen: I believe an all-out assault is our best bet. We need to overwhelm the mages before they can react.
Inquisitor: *ponderous look, chin in hand*
Leliana: But we don't know how many there are, or if there are blood mages among their ranks. We should send scouts first.
Inquisitor: *nods and extends hand*
Josephine: Perhaps we should consider a less hostile approach. I am sure they can be reasonned with.
Inquisitor: *patient look, head shake*
Cullen: What do you think, Inquisitor? How should we tackle this problem?
Inquisitor: *taps chin three times, drums fingers on table and bangs fist on table*
Cullen: So, you want to send in saboteurs to weaken the defences from the inside and send in the troops to finish the job?
Inquisitor: *nod*
*Inquisitor leaves*
Leliana: How could you possibly have known what she meant?
Cullen: *clears throat* I'm good at reading body language.
Josephine: Especially hers. *impish smile*
Dumb joke incoming:
Varric: So Scribbles, do you like ships?
Josephine: One develops an appreciation of ships in Antiva when one has a beautiful view of the ocean. Why do you ask?
V: I have a Rivaini friend who happens to be a pirate.
J: And?
V: If you were a pirate you'd say, "Yarr, Scribble me timbers!"
J: ...Did you approach me just to say that?
V: [chuckles] Yeah, pretty much.
What's in a (nick)name
Inquisitor: Lady Montilyet?
Josephine: Yes inquisitor? How may I help you?
Inquisitor: I was wondering if all this formality was really necessary. i would be more comfortable addressing you by your given name, if you have no objection?
Josephine: Oh, of course not. You may call my Josephine if you like.
Inquisitor: Thank you. I wonder, what do your friends call you?
Josephine: Why, they call me Josephine.
Inquisitor: Really? No affectionate nickname?
Josephine: *smile* No, it was not deemed appropriate. Only my mother had a pet name for me.
Inquisitor: Indeed? What did she call you? Josie? Joja? Jo?
Josephine: *embarrassed* Mmh, no. Nothing like that.
Inquisitor: *playful* Oh come now. It can't have been that bad. Tell me!
Josephine: She called me... Posy
Inquisitor: *trying not laugh* Indeed? That is... very sweet. *snort* Very sweet indeed. *chuckle*
Josephine: *annoyed* And what did your mother call you?
Inquisitor: *turns red* Erm... I suppose it's fair to tell you... Promise not to laugh?
Josephine: I am a diplomat, Inquisitor. It is my business not to cause offense to anyone.
Inquisitor: Alright... She called me... Baby-bugga-boo
Josephine: *bursts out laughing*
Inquisitor: *fume*
So, here's a thing from the Varric thread.
[Somewhere in Skyhold]
VARRIC: Well... I've had a few... bad encounters with qunari.
INQUISITOR: I know; I've heard all the stories, as you well know. Varric, I'm not like those qunari; I don't even really know what the Qun is. You probably know more about it than I do.
[INQUISITOR sighs deeply, puts hands on hips]
INQUISITOR: Perhaps you should just come out and say you don't find me attractive........?
[VARRIC opens his mouth to speak, stops... and starts to chuckle]
VARRIC: And that is why they went and made you the Inquistor, Adaar. You always know the right questions to ask...
[VARRIC grins]
VARRIC: ...and the right way to ask them.
One good thing about the blight...er, the delay - more time for party banter writing! *humming "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life"*
*does the whistle bit*
One good thing about the blight...er, the delay - more time for party banter writing! *humming "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life"*
Yeah.... 
Another dumb joke incoming:
Solas: It's Sera, right? I've always wanted to know - what is it like living amongst humans in their cities?
Sera: Here we go, elf-bonding time!
Solas: I'm serious. To say our people have been through much would be an understatement. Have you ever considered joining the Dalish?
Sera: No! Traipsing around the bloody woods isn't my idea of fun. The Dalish wouldn't accept me anyways.
Solas: Why would you think that?
Sera: 'Cause I ain't no Halla-back girl!
Solas: I... need to sleep this off.
I thank Gwen Stefani for allowing this joke to happen.
Before anyone mentions the fact that Cullen was praying during the Broken Circle questline in DA:O, I know that. I just think him having lost all faith would be nice character development. A guy like him, having seen what he's seen? To me it feels only natural to have him disregard the helpfulness or even existence of a divine being such as the Maker.
Oh and I also like the idea of Cullen calling people 'serah'. He spent at least 6 years in Kirkwall after all.
I think having him lose ALL faith is out of character. Let's face it, this is a former templar. A more zealous and pious group of men and women is hard to find. I can't see his faith NOT taking a few hits after the vents he saw in Ferelden and Kirkwall, but I also can't see him losing all of that faith. It's a basic tenent of his training and education, he's not just going to toss it away because he's seen some very serious &#@%. In fact, seeing that kind of thing can lead to spiritual growth, not decline.
He is also a military man. In basic training, spiritual health is a very serious thing. Without strong faith in something, be it your country, your god(s), yourself, taking part in war can be much harder than it ever needs to be. It's possible that Cullen has lost some faith, but I don't think he'll throw it all out.
Here's a dialogue I can see happening between Josephine and Cullen, dealing with a similar issue.
Josephine: Am I to understand that some of your men have taken the lower southeast wing of Skyhold as their own personal Chantry?
Cullen: They have. They asked for a place to worship, and it was a seldom-used room. I gave them permission.
J: That wing is the Skyhold winery!
C: How fitting.
J: They won't let anyone in while they worship! And they're using the finest vintages as sacramental offerings! How am I supposed to be able to host the Nevarran ambassador without the Val Chaveux '87? If I use anything more recent, or something out of the Free Marches, the man will think it an insult!
C: My lady, my men spend all day fighting bandits, mages, red templars, Orlesian chevaliers and elven rebels, not to mention all manner of demons. At the end of their day, all they want is a place to worship the one thing that helps them make any sense of all of this. There is no Chantry here, no place for them to pray and clear their heads of the doubts and fears they can't speak to mortal beings about. Do not try to get between soldiers and their worship, my lady. It will not end well for you.
J: *sigh* I'm not trying to do that, General. Your men deal with demons, I deal with drinkers, slanderers, perverts, braggarts, sociopathic liars and pompous asses. I just want access to the tools of my trade. You would not separate a soldier from his sword and shield, would you?
C: *pause* If my men move all of the wine to a separate location, will you let them keep a few of the less-important vintages for their own purposes?
J: I will. At least we know they won't drink the stuff.
C: *light smirk* That they won't.
J: Also, if you wish, I can send for a Chantry sister from one of the nearby villages. Skyhold doesn't have one of its own, so it might be wise to bring one in. She can provide them more official sacrament, should they desire it.
C: *looks at Josephine appraisingly* That would be....very generous of you, my lady. My men will surely appreciate it.
J: Then it shall be done.
C: *nod* I will send word to my captain in charge of the worship services. He'll see the wine is moved wherever you ask. Good day, my lady.
J: Same to you, General.
Something I've been going over in my head, decided to make a banter of it.
Scene: The 'lounge' of Skyhold. Only the higher-ups in the Inquisition are here. Varric is in the throws of his storytelling, relating the time he and Hawke, along with a former/current Qunari agent, killed Duke Gaspard, the cousin of Empress Celene.
Varric: And so, hanging on the cliff's edge by the tips of his fingers, the Duke still found the wherewithal to threaten the city that called Hawke 'Champion'. "The Empress will hear of this!" he shouted, "Orlais will burn Kirkwall to the ground! You will all die screaming!"
Sera: *snorting laugh*
Iron Bull: His threats are cr*p.
Dorian: *chuckling merrily, notices Cassandra isn't even smiling* Come on Seeker, even you have to admit it's funny!
Cassandra: *shakes her head* I've heard this one before.
Varric: And so, Hawke walked up to the edge, staring at the helpless Duke. And with a shrug, he/she said "I would have tried begging for mercy. But maybe that's just me." "You....filthy, b*tch-born dog-lord wh*re!" said the Duke in reply.
Cullen: *Sigh* Not all of us Fereldens have dogs....
Varric: And as Hawke began to walk away, Aveline and I just stood there. Soon, the Duke lost his grip and fell to his death. The sounds of his body hitting the rocks reverberated throughout the whole canyon, and he screamed all the way down. As soon as the screaming stopped, Hawke glanced back and said, "Looks like the Duke...." *Varric imitates pulling a hood over his head* "Has fallen from grace."
Sera: *leaps to her feat* YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHH!!! Best Noble Death ever!
*various applause from a grateful audience*
Varric: So, did it meet your expectations, Magister? Was it good rescue tale?
Dorian: It did, good Varric. It did.
Leliana: I can do you one better, Varric.
Varric: *confidant smirk* Oh? In what way, Miss 'Nightingale'?
Leliana: I once saw the Hero of Ferelden walk out imprisonment at Fort Drakon, by him/herself, wearing nothing a guardsman's helmet and what the Maker gave him/her.
Varric: *looks at Leliana quizzically* If that had happened, Nightingale, I would have heard about it.
Leliana: *puts her hand over her heart* May the Maker smite me if every word I say of this is not completely true.
Varric: Ok.. *motions for Leliana to take his place in front of the fireplace and leans back on the arm of the sofa* This, I need to hear.
Leliana: *Walks up in front of the fireplace* What you must understand first is that none of the Hero's companions, including me, could agree on the best plan to infiltrate Fort Drakon.....
Something I've been going over in my head, decided to make a banter of it.
Scene: The 'lounge' of Skyhold. Only the higher-ups in the Inquisition are here. Varric is in the throws of his storytelling, relating the time he and Hawke, along with a former/current Qunari agent, killed Duke Gaspard, the cousin of Empress Celene.
Varric: And so, hanging on the cliff's edge by the tips of his fingers, the Duke still found the wherewithal to threaten the city that called Hawke 'Champion'. "The Empress will hear of this!" he shouted, "Orlais will burn Kirkwall to the ground! You will all die screaming!"
Sera: *snorting laugh*
Iron Bull: His threats are cr*p.
Dorian: *chuckling merrily, notices Cassandra isn't even smiling* Come on Seeker, even you have to admit it's funny!
Cassandra: *shakes her head* I've heard this one before.
Varric: And so, Hawke walked up to the edge, staring at the helpless Duke. And with a shrug, he said "I would have tried begging for mercy. But maybe that's just me." "You....filthy, b*tch-born dog-lord wh*re!" said the Duke in reply.
Cullen: *Sigh* Not all of us Fereldens have dogs....
Varric: And as Hawke began to walk away, Aveline and I just stood there. Soon, the Duke lost his grip and fell to his death. The sounds of his body hitting the rocks reverberated throughout the whole canyon, and he screamed all the way down. As soon as the screaming stopped, Hawke glanced back and said, "Looks like the Duke...." *Varric imitates pulling a hood over his head* "Has fallen from grace."
Sera: *leaps to her feat* YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHH!!! Best Noble Death ever!
*various applause from a grateful audience*
Varric: So, did it meet your expectations, Magister? Was it good rescue tale?
Dorian: It did, good Varric. It did.
Leliana: I can do you one better, Varric.
Varric: *confidant smirk* Oh? In what way, Miss 'Nightingale'?
Leliana: I once saw the Hero of Ferelden walk out imprisonment at Fort Drakon, by himself, wearing nothing a guardsman's helmet and what the Maker gave him/her.
Varric: *looks at Leliana quizzically* If that had happened, Nightingale, I would have heard about it.
Leliana: *puts her hand over her heart* May the Maker smite me if every word I say of this is not completely true.
Varric: Ok.. *motions for Leliana to take his place in front of the fireplace and leans back on the arm of the sofa* This, I need to hear.
Leliana: *Walks up in front of the fireplace* What you must understand first is that none of the Hero's companions, which included me, could agree on what was the best plan to infiltrate Fort Drakon was.....
I could totally see this happening since both Varric and Leliana love to tell stories.
Cassandra: "Bullshit!"
Iron Bull "What, right now? In front of everyone?"
The very best of everything in this thread.
Have you guys ever thought about what would happen if you were to visit an inhabited underground thaig in Inquisition with Varric - assuming we will be able to? (Yes, I know we've seen some dwarven stuff in one of the trailers but that could just be a Legion of the Dead outpost. I mean an actual dwarven settlement)
Well, I fully expect something like the next banter to happen if you do.
Varric: Ugh. I don't understand how one can stand to live in this smell!
Cassandra: The Hanged Man reeked all over, Varric, and you loved living there.
Varric: This place smells of dead dwarves and nug-sh*t, Seeker. The Hanged Man's lovely compared to that.
Cassandra: I recall you telling me about quite the number of people that were killed there. Or was that your way of "enhancing" the story, again?
Varric: No, that was the truth. But at least people had the decency to clean up the mess. I can already count three bodies just lying on the ground.
Cassandra: I don't understand why this place bothers you so much.
Varric: People are ogling Bianca. Nug-humpers.
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Later in that very same thaig...
Varric: Can we leave already? I'm up to my ankles in nug-sh*t.
Blackwall: Do you have to complain all the time? You should relax; you're among your people after all.
Varric: These are not my people . My people are thieves, beggars and shady merchants from Lowtown. All I see here is a bunch of hardworking warriors and nug-wranglers.
Blackwall: What's wrong with that?
Varric: They choose to live in tunnels. It makes me sick.
Blackwall: It's not so bad, once you get used to it.
Varric: Easy for you to say: you're a Warden. You're practically a darkspawn already, with the taint having corrupted even your beard.
Blackwall: At least I have one.
Varric: *mumbles* Hmph. Nug-humper.
that last line seems more like an oghren line than one from varric
that last line seems more like an oghren line than one from varric
Varric: Seeker you know we can't do this.
Cassandra: But why not?
Varric: You knew I already had bianca, don't make this harder than it is. Besides, what if the inquisitor found out?
Cassandra: Fine, if that's how you feel. *storms out angrily*
Varric: It's a shame, that was a nice crossbow she had.... *turns to bianca* cmon, dont give me that look
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