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[TheEggCrusher]

Well, I played as Captain Teemo in GW2 and I either got people helping me or wishing me death. loll

I made a "Solas the Hobo" character on GW2 and I got a big group of people either talking in elvhen to me or telling me I was an a**hole. it was great XD

 

I also roleplayed with a Lavellan. In elvhen. God, I love fellow geeks so much 

[Illyria]

Oh maker.  Warden Alistair in DA2 with a dead warden:

 

'Sup, random stranger.  This belonged to my dead gf.  It's yours now.'

[MayriyaNoori]

*walks into Blanket Fort*

What was a great day has turned into into utter ****. I would heavily appreciate being pointed in the direction of anything useful to distract me from real life nonsense.

*sits down*

[drosophila]

*walks into Blanket Fort*

What was a great day has turned into into utter ****. I would heavily appreciate being pointed in the direction of anything useful to distract me from real life nonsense.

*sits down*

 

*big, giant, tight hug*

 

I'm so sorry, falon. And so is this guy:

www.agata-j.deviantart.com

[Eivuwan]

*walks into Blanket Fort*

What was a great day has turned into into utter ****. I would heavily appreciate being pointed in the direction of anything useful to distract me from real life nonsense.

*sits down*

 

Ok explain to me how to take off Solas' Trespasser armor. It looks seamless.

[Cee]

*walks into Blanket Fort*

What was a great day has turned into into utter ****. I would heavily appreciate being pointed in the direction of anything useful to distract me from real life nonsense.

*sits down*

 

I think you've come to the right place. Start with a blanket fort hug ™

 

You should also close your eyes and watch this.

 

[Ellawynn]

My frustration with the game is that when you debate with Solas, it's just one exchange that results in "Solas disapproves."

 

Edit: Come to think of it, Varric, Iron Bull, Vivienne, and Dorian got to have more interesting conversations with Solas than we did.

I know whatcha mean. :| Sometimes I wish that we got more of him considering and changing his views, rather than just "You guys all suck" -> *Complete personal quest* -> "Hey man I might've been wrong about you guys sucking." The companions have far more interesting debates with him than we do. It's what I was talking about waaaay back when I mentioned that a lot of Solas' best moments are swept aside into things like companion banter. 

 

I wonder if it's just a writing oversight or if they couldn't figure out a way to truly invite respectful debate with him (And include all the other potential options) in dialogue scenes. As it stands, most of your "debates" with Solas are just choices between You're Right / I Dunno About That / LOL GTFO ur wrong (Plus vaguely ditzy-sounding flirt option). There's no room for nuance. Really, a lot of the conversations with all your companions fall along that track.

[Eivuwan]

I know whatcha mean. :| Sometimes I wish that we got more of him considering and changing his views, rather than just "You guys all suck" -> *Complete personal quest* -> "Hey man I might've been wrong about you guys sucking." The companions have far more interesting debates with him than we do. It's what I was talking about waaaay back when I mentioned that a lot of Solas' best moments are swept aside into things like companion banter. 

 

I wonder if it's just a writing oversight or if they couldn't figure out a way to truly invite respectful debate with him (And include all the other potential options) in dialogue scenes. As it stands, most of your "debates" with Solas are just choices between You're Right / I Dunno About That / LOL GTFO ur wrong (Plus vaguely ditzy-sounding flirt option). There's no room for nuance. Really, a lot of the conversations with all your companions fall along that track.

 

The only intelligence our character is allowed to have is book-smarts. I actually like Quizzy's dialogue in the Winter Palace quest. She got to sound mysterious and cunning for once.

[drosophila]

It's what I was talking about waaaay back when I mentioned that a lot of Solas' best moments are swept aside into things like companion banter. 

 

I think this might be intentional effort to reward the players who 1. keep an open mind about him instead of dismissing him as apostate hobo turned genocidal maniac, and 2. take him along on quests, explore codexes, pay attention to lore and small details, etc. Those are the players who eventually choose to redeem him.

[MayriyaNoori]

Ok explain to me how to take off Solas' Trespasser armor. It looks seamless.

The password is June enansal.

And thank you for the hugs everyone.

[TheyCallMeBunny]

*walks into Blanket Fort*

What was a great day has turned into into utter ****. I would heavily appreciate being pointed in the direction of anything useful to distract me from real life nonsense.

*sits down*

 

Naw, I hope tomorrow will turn out better than today did!

 

Cute kitty-hugs incoming!

 

[Eivuwan]

The password is June enansal.

And thank you for the hugs everyone.

 

That's pretty funny.

[Illyria]

*walks into Blanket Fort*

What was a great day has turned into into utter ****. I would heavily appreciate being pointed in the direction of anything useful to distract me from real life nonsense.

*sits down*

 

I was going to sleep on this before posting, but since you inspired it you can have it now:

 

Spoiler

Antivian Love Poetry

Alistair sat by the campfire. It was Leliana’s turn to cook, which she did while singing and occasionally muttering something about ‘Ferelden seasoning habits’. Morrigan and Kes had gone off with Lordi to test her theory about whether or not mabari were capable of learning magic. Wynne had taken Oghren up on his offer to try proper dwarven ale. Sten was patrolling the camp, again, in the company of Shale. He was more or less alone – the perfect opportunity to try out the new toy that Kes had brought him.

‘I am the mighty Grey Warden’ he said, waving the Warden hand puppet, ‘I shall slay you in the name of righteousness!’

‘It is a squishy fool if it believes it can defeat me!’ Alistair used the mechanism the miniature stone golem doll’s back to wave its tiny arm menacingly.

‘That looks exceedingly fun.’

Alistair gave a yelp of shock that he just about managed to turn into a manly exclamation of surprise as Zevran sat down on the log beside him. He’d forgotten about the assassin – how had he managed to forget about the assassin? The elf had been hired to kill him and Kes and he’d sworn to himself he’d keep an eye on him.

‘It’s not fun! It’s… training. Yes. See, I use the puppet to, uh, be me. And the golem is the opponent. And then I try different strategies to beat the opponent. It’s serious, Grey Warden business. You wouldn’t understand.’

Zevran laughed, ‘I don’t judge, my friend. What one choses to do with their toys is none of my business.’

‘Right. Uh, good. I think.’ Alistair shifted slightly away from Zevran.

‘And you can relax. I am not about to try to kill you again.’

‘Good. Because I’ve made strategies for that. Because that’s what I was doing.’

‘So I see. Anyway, I wish to talk to you about your love life.’

‘What? Why?’

‘You asked me earlier for help to ‘woo her’. I believe that’s the word you used.’

Alistair put the hand puppet and golem doll down on the ground, ‘Are you making fun of me again?’

‘Making fun of you? Why would you think that? No, I merely wish to teach you some Antivian techniques which will delight her senses.’

 

***

An hour later Morrigan, Kes and Lordi returned to camp. The mabari had shown no interest in learning magic, but a great deal of interest in playing ‘fetch the staff’, much to Morrigan’s disgust, since it was her staff that Lordi liked the most. The witch stalked off her little campfire, the mabari trotting happily at her heels. Kes made her way over the main campfire. From the smell of things Leliana had nearly finished cooking. She made her way towards the food and as she passed by Zevran’s tent she heard something quite unexpected – Alistair’s voice.

‘Are you sure Kes is going to enjoy this.’

‘Trust me, this has never failed.’

‘I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right. Maybe it because I’m trying it on you?’

‘Simply pretend I am her then.  We are both elves, after all. Don’t you humans think we all look alike?’

‘Would you just –‘

‘Perhaps I should wave my arms around? Speak angrily of Templars?’

‘Why did I agree to this?’

‘You wish to impress your lady love, yes?’

Unable to resist, Kes crept closer to the tent. Within, Alistair cleared his throat.

‘Alright. Here it is: Her lips were lovely and red. Like a rose I wish to grow in my bed. Hark! From a tower my gentle warden came. And from that moment my life was never the same. Oh, how I delight in her radiant smile. I would fight darkspawn for her – mile after mile!’

Kes was exceptionally glad that she had eavesdropped. It had enabled her, after dinner and in the privacy of their shared tent, to keep a completely straight face when Alistair – his expression so serious – had recited his masterpiece.

[S.W.]

The only intelligence our character is allowed to have is book-smarts. I actually like Quizzy's dialogue in the Winter Palace quest. She got to sound mysterious and cunning for once.

 

I would have liked more conversation options phrases as open-ended questions. e.g. After the Temple of Mythal. If you've drank from the well (been too long since I didn't), he asks you what you'd do with the power, and you have four options to choose from. These allow you to present a variety of viewpoints which have no particular strength rather than the usual 'yes Solas, eh maybe Solas, and lolno Solas', which allows you to RP more and refine your characters' point of view. Solas will respond/approve accordingly, possibly presenting a counter-argument, which you could also respond to with 'hm, possibly yes', or 'hm, possibly not'.

[MayriyaNoori]

I was going to sleep on this before posting, but since you inspired it you can have it now:
 

Spoiler

Antivian Love Poetry

Alistair sat by the campfire. It was Leliana’s turn to cook, which she did while singing and occasionally muttering something about ‘Ferelden seasoning habits’. Morrigan and Kes had gone off with Lordi to test her theory about whether or not mabari were capable of learning magic. Wynne had taken Oghren up on his offer to try proper dwarven ale. Sten was patrolling the camp, again, in the company of Shale. He was more or less alone – the perfect opportunity to try out the new toy that Kes had brought him.

‘I am the mighty Grey Warden’ he said, waving the Warden hand puppet, ‘I shall slay you in the name of righteousness!’

‘It is a squishy fool if it believes it can defeat me!’ Alistair used the mechanism the miniature stone golem doll’s back to wave its tiny arm menacingly.

‘That looks exceedingly fun.’

Alistair gave a yelp of shock that he just about managed to turn into a manly exclamation of surprise as Zevran sat down on the log beside him. He’d forgotten about the assassin – how had he managed to forget about the assassin? The elf had been hired to kill him and Kes and he’d sworn to himself he’d keep an eye on him.

‘It’s not fun! It’s… training. Yes. See, I use the puppet to, uh, be me. And the golem is the opponent. And then I try different strategies to beat the opponent. It’s serious, Grey Warden business. You wouldn’t understand.’

Zevran laughed, ‘I don’t judge, my friend. What one choses to do with their toys is none of my business.’

‘Right. Uh, good. I think.’ Alistair shifted slightly away from Zevran.

‘And you can relax. I am not about to try to kill you again.’

‘Good. Because I’ve made strategies for that. Because that’s what I was doing.’

‘So I see. Anyway, I wish to talk to you about your love life.’

‘What? Why?’

‘You asked me earlier for help to ‘woo her’. I believe that’s the word you used.’

Alistair put the hand puppet and golem doll down on the ground, ‘Are you making fun of me again?’

‘Making fun of you? Why would you think that? No, I merely wish to teach you some Antivian techniques which will delight her senses.’
 
***

An hour later Morrigan, Kes and Lordi returned to camp. The mabari had shown no interest in learning magic, but a great deal of interest in playing ‘fetch the staff’, much to Morrigan’s disgust, since it was her staff that Lordi liked the most. The witch stalked off her little campfire, the mabari trotting happily at her heels. Kes made her way over the main campfire. From the smell of things Leliana had nearly finished cooking. She made her way towards the food and as she passed by Zevran’s tent she heard something quite unexpected – Alistair’s voice.

‘Are you sure Kes is going to enjoy this.’

‘Trust me, this has never failed.’

‘I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right. Maybe it because I’m trying it on you?’

‘Simply pretend I am her then.  We are both elves, after all. Don’t you humans think we all look alike?’

‘Would you just –‘

‘Perhaps I should wave my arms around? Speak angrily of Templars?’

‘Why did I agree to this?’

‘You wish to impress your lady love, yes?’

Unable to resist, Kes crept closer to the tent. Within, Alistair cleared his throat.

‘Alright. Here it is: Her lips were lovely and red. Like a rose I wish to grow in my bed. Hark! From a tower my gentle warden came. And from that moment my life was never the same. Oh, how I delight in her radiant smile. I would fight darkspawn for her – mile after mile!’

Kes was exceptionally glad that she had eavesdropped. It had enabled her, after dinner and in the privacy of their shared tent, to keep a completely straight face when Alistair – his expression so serious – had recited his masterpiece.

This is grand. =)

[Illyria]

This is grand. =)

 

Sorry about the puncuation.  This is why I normally don't post straight after writing.  But glad you liked it.

[Cee]

I was going to sleep on this before posting, but since you inspired it you can have it now:

 

Spoiler

Antivian Love Poetry

Alistair sat by the campfire. It was Leliana’s turn to cook, which she did while singing and occasionally muttering something about ‘Ferelden seasoning habits’. Morrigan and Kes had gone off with Lordi to test her theory about whether or not mabari were capable of learning magic. Wynne had taken Oghren up on his offer to try proper dwarven ale. Sten was patrolling the camp, again, in the company of Shale. He was more or less alone – the perfect opportunity to try out the new toy that Kes had brought him.

‘I am the mighty Grey Warden’ he said, waving the Warden hand puppet, ‘I shall slay you in the name of righteousness!’

‘It is a squishy fool if it believes it can defeat me!’ Alistair used the mechanism the miniature stone golem doll’s back to wave its tiny arm menacingly.

‘That looks exceedingly fun.’

Alistair gave a yelp of shock that he just about managed to turn into a manly exclamation of surprise as Zevran sat down on the log beside him. He’d forgotten about the assassin – how had he managed to forget about the assassin? The elf had been hired to kill him and Kes and he’d sworn to himself he’d keep an eye on him.

‘It’s not fun! It’s… training. Yes. See, I use the puppet to, uh, be me. And the golem is the opponent. And then I try different strategies to beat the opponent. It’s serious, Grey Warden business. You wouldn’t understand.’

Zevran laughed, ‘I don’t judge, my friend. What one choses to do with their toys is none of my business.’

‘Right. Uh, good. I think.’ Alistair shifted slightly away from Zevran.

‘And you can relax. I am not about to try to kill you again.’

‘Good. Because I’ve made strategies for that. Because that’s what I was doing.’

‘So I see. Anyway, I wish to talk to you about your love life.’

‘What? Why?’

‘You asked me earlier for help to ‘woo her’. I believe that’s the word you used.’

Alistair put the hand puppet and golem doll down on the ground, ‘Are you making fun of me again?’

‘Making fun of you? Why would you think that? No, I merely wish to teach you some Antivian techniques which will delight her senses.’

 

***

An hour later Morrigan, Kes and Lordi returned to camp. The mabari had shown no interest in learning magic, but a great deal of interest in playing ‘fetch the staff’, much to Morrigan’s disgust, since it was her staff that Lordi liked the most. The witch stalked off her little campfire, the mabari trotting happily at her heels. Kes made her way over the main campfire. From the smell of things Leliana had nearly finished cooking. She made her way towards the food and as she passed by Zevran’s tent she heard something quite unexpected – Alistair’s voice.

‘Are you sure Kes is going to enjoy this.’

‘Trust me, this has never failed.’

‘I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right. Maybe it because I’m trying it on you?’

‘Simply pretend I am her then.  We are both elves, after all. Don’t you humans think we all look alike?’

‘Would you just –‘

‘Perhaps I should wave my arms around? Speak angrily of Templars?’

‘Why did I agree to this?’

‘You wish to impress your lady love, yes?’

Unable to resist, Kes crept closer to the tent. Within, Alistair cleared his throat.

‘Alright. Here it is: Her lips were lovely and red. Like a rose I wish to grow in my bed. Hark! From a tower my gentle warden came. And from that moment my life was never the same. Oh, how I delight in her radiant smile. I would fight darkspawn for her – mile after mile!’

Kes was exceptionally glad that she had eavesdropped. It had enabled her, after dinner and in the privacy of their shared tent, to keep a completely straight face when Alistair – his expression so serious – had recited his masterpiece.

 

 

[Illyria]

 

Told you it was less filthy in context.

[drosophila]

I was going to sleep on this before posting, but since you inspired it you can have it now:

 

Spoiler

Antivian Love Poetry

Alistair sat by the campfire. It was Leliana’s turn to cook, which she did while singing and occasionally muttering something about ‘Ferelden seasoning habits’. Morrigan and Kes had gone off with Lordi to test her theory about whether or not mabari were capable of learning magic. Wynne had taken Oghren up on his offer to try proper dwarven ale. Sten was patrolling the camp, again, in the company of Shale. He was more or less alone – the perfect opportunity to try out the new toy that Kes had brought him.

‘I am the mighty Grey Warden’ he said, waving the Warden hand puppet, ‘I shall slay you in the name of righteousness!’

‘It is a squishy fool if it believes it can defeat me!’ Alistair used the mechanism the miniature stone golem doll’s back to wave its tiny arm menacingly.

‘That looks exceedingly fun.’

Alistair gave a yelp of shock that he just about managed to turn into a manly exclamation of surprise as Zevran sat down on the log beside him. He’d forgotten about the assassin – how had he managed to forget about the assassin? The elf had been hired to kill him and Kes and he’d sworn to himself he’d keep an eye on him.

‘It’s not fun! It’s… training. Yes. See, I use the puppet to, uh, be me. And the golem is the opponent. And then I try different strategies to beat the opponent. It’s serious, Grey Warden business. You wouldn’t understand.’

Zevran laughed, ‘I don’t judge, my friend. What one choses to do with their toys is none of my business.’

‘Right. Uh, good. I think.’ Alistair shifted slightly away from Zevran.

‘And you can relax. I am not about to try to kill you again.’

‘Good. Because I’ve made strategies for that. Because that’s what I was doing.’

‘So I see. Anyway, I wish to talk to you about your love life.’

‘What? Why?’

‘You asked me earlier for help to ‘woo her’. I believe that’s the word you used.’

Alistair put the hand puppet and golem doll down on the ground, ‘Are you making fun of me again?’

‘Making fun of you? Why would you think that? No, I merely wish to teach you some Antivian techniques which will delight her senses.’

 

***

An hour later Morrigan, Kes and Lordi returned to camp. The mabari had shown no interest in learning magic, but a great deal of interest in playing ‘fetch the staff’, much to Morrigan’s disgust, since it was her staff that Lordi liked the most. The witch stalked off her little campfire, the mabari trotting happily at her heels. Kes made her way over the main campfire. From the smell of things Leliana had nearly finished cooking. She made her way towards the food and as she passed by Zevran’s tent she heard something quite unexpected – Alistair’s voice.

‘Are you sure Kes is going to enjoy this.’

‘Trust me, this has never failed.’

‘I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right. Maybe it because I’m trying it on you?’

‘Simply pretend I am her then.  We are both elves, after all. Don’t you humans think we all look alike?’

‘Would you just –‘

‘Perhaps I should wave my arms around? Speak angrily of Templars?’

‘Why did I agree to this?’

‘You wish to impress your lady love, yes?’

Unable to resist, Kes crept closer to the tent. Within, Alistair cleared his throat.

‘Alright. Here it is: Her lips were lovely and red. Like a rose I wish to grow in my bed. Hark! From a tower my gentle warden came. And from that moment my life was never the same. Oh, how I delight in her radiant smile. I would fight darkspawn for her – mile after mile!’

Kes was exceptionally glad that she had eavesdropped. It had enabled her, after dinner and in the privacy of their shared tent, to keep a completely straight face when Alistair – his expression so serious – had recited his masterpiece.

 

Why was this not in the Alistair romance?

[Kadan]

*walks into Blanket Fort*

What was a great day has turned into into utter ****. I would heavily appreciate being pointed in the direction of anything useful to distract me from real life nonsense.

*sits down*

Have a big hug from  me too. I hope things get better.

[Illyria]

Why was this not in the Alistair romance?

 

 

When I'm finished redrafting there's going to be more poetry.

[drosophila]

 

When I'm finished redrafting there's going to be more poetry.

 

Maker! I'll text my husband to bring some wine on the way home. This should be good. 

[drosophila]

Writing: It's really weird how you can be stuck with something, then change one small detail in the setting that shouldn't really affect the scene, but suddenly it seems so much easier to write. In the Vivienne chapter, I changed the tavern from somewhat crowded in the evening to almost empty in the late afternoon, and suddenly it's so much easier to finish up.

 

Note to Cee: a dead goat is *not* a small detail. 

[Illyria]

Maker! I'll text my husband to bring some wine on the way home. This should be good. 

 

The poem in full:

 

Spoiler

Her lips were lovely and red.

Like a rose I wish to grow in my bed.

Hark! From a tower my gentle warden came.

And from that moment my life was never the same.

Oh, how I delight in her radiant smile. 

I would fight darkspawn for her – mile after mile!

A rose which bloom’d to fullness in the confines of a tower.

A mage before whom ev'ryone stands in awe.

A rightous hero with staff and sword.

My one love who will save the world!’

 

--Alistair Theirin, 9:30 Dragon

[drosophila]

The poem in full:

 

Spoiler

Her lips were lovely and red.

Like a rose I wish to grow in my bed.

Hark! From a tower my gentle warden came.

And from that moment my life was never the same.

Oh, how I delight in her radiant smile. 

I would fight darkspawn for her – mile after mile!

A rose which bloom’d to fullness in the confines of a tower.

A mage before whom ev'ryone stands in awe.

A rightous hero with staff and sword.

My one love who will save the world!’

 

--Alistair Theirin, 9:30 Dragon

 

I think this poem is perfect.