ah oh, accosted by cat #2. Yeah, if Ubisoft doesn't screwed that up like Unity but Division is made by a different team altogether thankfully.
ah oh, accosted by cat #2. Yeah, if Ubisoft doesn't screwed that up like Unity but Division is made by a different team altogether thankfully.
I so want an rpg with The Imperial Inquisition ... 40K that is.
... and I mean an Rpg.
They need to get Dan Abnett to write.
Speaking of which, I also want something featuring the Tanith First & Only (Gaunt's Ghosts), so long as it's not an RTS ... I suck at those.
Again, they need to get Dan Abnett to write.
... and a Dresden files rpg.
... and a ...
(edit for spelling)
ah oh, accosted by cat #2. Yeah, if Ubisoft doesn't screwed that up like Unity but Division is made by a different team altogether thankfully.
Your #1 cat looks like our #4 ...
"The Girls" (#1-#3) hate him ...
I so want an rpg with The Imperial Inquisition ... 40K that is.
... and I mean an Rpg.
They need to get Dan Abnett to write.
Speaking of which, I also want something featuring the Tanith First & Only (Gaunt's Ghosts), so ling as it's not an RTS ... I suck at those.
Again, they need to get Dan Abnett to write.
... and a Dresden files rpg.
... and a ...
The Imperial Inquisition RPG would be interesting and different. I'm not sure how a Dresden RPG would work out but I do like the novels.
Just posted on the thread Cyan refered...
http://forum.bioware...2#entry18446324
Probably my longest post on this forum, and got me all sad again. Going to take a break guys, probably should get some work done anyway.
Great post Jackal. If it can cheer you up, pre-ordering DAI allowed you to meet and know the people on this Group (know in the Internet's sense of the word at least, for now), isn't that even more precious than a great game from an honest company?
That's how I fell anyway.
It is, I'm very glad of meeting you guys on here. Have to take the good with the bad I guess.
I have to say, knowing this lot is worth $70, even if DA:I wasn't.
but, alas... the rest of my spare income is likely going into a pc check-up. if it's all green lights, think I'll get a new graphics card, as I'm fed up with ati.
I have to say, knowing this lot is worth $70, even if DA:I wasn't.
but, alas... the rest of my spare income is likely going into a pc check-up. if it's all green lights, think I'll get a new graphics card, as I'm fed up with ati.
Which AMD card do you have?
Hey guys, Ncongruous, Glosoli, Harbinger and DOJA, all members of this Group (thank you again Sylveria!), are getting famous.
Check the thread http://forum.bioware...players-kotaku/
and the Kotaku article. 4 months for gaming journalists to acknowledge something. What a great job!
Modifié par Ashen Nedra, 23 janvier 2015 - 06:57 .
Which AMD card do you have?
I have a radeon hd 6850
---edit the last cat update nerfed my hdmi port. and may have led me to a motherboard meltdown. though I need to confirm that.
That's not good. I hope it didn't do something to your mainboard.
What CPU did you have it paired with? It sounds like it's a good time for you to upgrade anyway.. Are ya thinking of doing something like a GTX 960?
based on my spare income, it looks like I can afford something around a GTX 760, at best. that's if I don't need to replace my processor, or motherboard or something else.
as for my cpu, it's an intel 3ghz, quadcore about 5 years old six years old.
---edit
fact error
Guest_Cyan Griffonclaw_*
Wow. It's official for me. These forums (particularly this group) are more entertaining than Inquisition. By the way, I got word that I didn't have a stroke or be put on an unintentional acid trip. The grass on the roofs are intentional. So...
Today, we stood witness to what has become of Bioware... That was so freaking bizarre.
They have the gall... no the audacity... to call us the sneaky villians in this whole mess? This mess that for some reason, they can't fathom at all, is their doing? Bioware says we have Game of the Year! Go away you crazy PC fanatics. We don't want your money. We don't need it. Screw off. We're milking it and hey, we know we're getting sacked by EA sooner or later, let's cash in now!
The game is still fundamentally broken for me. I cannot get through the Hinterlands without some freaking weird audio glitch or sudden CTD. My fourth preorder bust and the forum members are just a nuisance? Really? REALLY??
I'm going to start a creative writing campaign to honor these brave individuals who love their PC gaming, their Dragon Age, their Mass Effect, their Fallout or whatever... I write for you.
Wow. It's official for me. These forums (particularly this group) are more entertaining than Inquisition. By the way, I got word that I didn't have a stroke or be put on an unintentional acid trip. The grass on the roofs are intentional. So...
Today, we stood witness to what has become of Bioware... That was so freaking bizarre.
They have the gall... no the audacity... to call us the sneaky villians in this whole mess? This mess that for some reason, they can't fathom at all, is their doing? Bioware says we have Game of the Year! Go away you crazy PC fanatics. We don't want your money. We don't need it. Screw off. We're milking it and hey, we know we're getting sacked by EA sooner or later, let's cash in now!
The game is still fundamentally broken for me. I cannot get through the Hinterlands without some freaking weird audio glitch or sudden CTD. My fourth preorder bust and the forum members are just a nuisance? Really? REALLY??
I'm going to start a creative writing campaign to honor these brave individuals who love their PC gaming, their Dragon Age, their Mass Effect, their Fallout or whatever... I write for you.
Guest_Cyan Griffonclaw_*
Today was one of those days that Jorin wished he wasn’t assigned to the main gate of the Denerim. Jorin, a young man of 16, was a templar’s squire for almost six years. He was rescued by the templar a few years ago after his village was hit by apostates on the run from the Chantry. The Templar, a man in his early 40s, had come to the Chantry a decade ago when a new sense of purpose came over him. Faith changed his mind to serve the Maker, instead of being some strong arm for a noble.
The Templar, Dayved, had recently decided it was time to stop hunting mages and settle in for retirement. His squire was much too young to retire so the templar had put in a good word with the captain of the guard. He also dropped some gold coinage into the guard captain’s pocket to insure Jorin would have a steady, but reasonably safe job. Guarding a gate is never usually safe, but in this city where two dozen guards are assigned to watch the main entrance meant that Jorin would never have to deal with any issues by himself.
It was the first full day after a brilliant, orange full moon and that always means it’s the first day after the reaping. Grain merchants would arrive to the capital city of Amaranthine. However, the long line of visitors to the city weren’t grain merchants. From the gate tower, he could see a long line of people of all ages on the road stretching back to the horizon. He saw all sorts of animals (mabaris, sheep, goats, horses and cattle) walking alongside the procession of people and he could tell even from his high vantage point that the mood beneath him was sour and desperate.
Jorin told his best friend and fellow guardsman, Rollin, to look outside after he finished wiping down his leather breastplate.
“I don’t like the looks of this,” said Rollin, “Refugees, maybe?”
Jorin could only shrug his shoulders. He quickly felt for his short sword’s pommel that was placed in its scabbard. “Whoever they are… the guard captain is going to want to know about this.”
“Ah well… since you’re the new guy and all… You have the honors,” said Rollin as he quickly exited the tower’s viewing room and headed downstairs.
Jorin looked down at himself making sure everything he wore was in its proper place. Satisfied with his uniform, he took the duty roster off the wooden table by the observation window. He could hear the blacksmith’s hammer striking unworked metal in the distance and the usual sound of foot traffic beneath his vantage point. The sounds of voices this morning were much more tense than usual and the portcullis hadn’t even been raised yet.
He made a quick prayer to the Maker and headed downstairs to take the short walk to the guard captain’s quarters.
He knocked on the heavy door and waited for the gruff or terse response from the captain of the guard. He got none. He knocked again and was startled to hear the guard captain’s voice come from outside the tower.
“Jorin! I’m out here,” said Miler.
Jorin quickly ran out of the tower and handed the duty roster to the captain. Ser Miler took it without looking at it and took Jorin by a shoulder. “Go get the templar Dayved. We have refugees from all over the territory and then give this to this seneschal.” He handed Jorin a scribbled note and gently pushed him away. He then ordered the guards to keep the portcullis closed and to tell the masses outside to wait patiently until the seneschal gives his blessing. He noticed archers hurriedly getting their bows and quivers ready and standing very nervous against the wall’s ladders.
Jorin turned away and headed to the abbey near the city’s beautiful cathedral. He knew where Dayved was staying ever since the former soldier decided it was time to serve the Maker instead of nobles. It was still just moments after sunrise and Jorin knew Dayved would still be in bed. Dayved didn’t get up until he was either summoned or his stomach growled. None of the other Templars bother with Dayved unless they’re inside the training circle. There Dayved stays in somewhat of a fighting form and gets just a tiny pleasure in giving a recruit a memorable lesson in combat. Though he rarely speaks aloud, he has been known to voice his opinion whenever he sees Templars talking in hushed tones about the dark side of their responsibility. He rarely wakes up without hearing a friend lost to combat on some battlefield for some stupid reason and…
The pounding on the door was loud and insistent. “Dayved! This is Jorin. Please let me in, sir.”
The young guardsman walked up the short flight of stairs and entered the hallway. He didn’t have to go too far inside to find Dayved’s door. It was the first door by the entrance, a convenient spot for the Templar. He can come and go as he pleased and would not interfere with the clergy’s personnel or their daily affairs.
Jorin, now worried, opened the door ajar and saw the aging warrior sitting at the edge of his bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Dayved looked up at Jorin and smiled. “I already got an earful from Brother Canell last night. So how many are there?”
“Hundreds. Maybe thousands. The mob stretches to the horizon.”
The smile quickly faded from Dayved’s face. He exhaled deeply and asked Jorin to help him put his on armor for old time’s sake.
Morning breath and incense were overpowering Jorin’s sense of smell as he helped the older veteran put on his intricate armor that served as protection and defined the person wearing it as an appointed soldier of the faith. Once the armor was fastened, Dayved opened a cabinet where his longsword stood wrapped in purple cloth. He unwrapped the sword from its protective cloth and studied it. It was still as shiny and unused as the day it was presented to him by King Maric, father of the new king who was once a Templar in training and one of three Grey Wardens to end the fifth blight.
The sword was a gift for Dayved who had fought a darkspawn squad that was intent on killing Queen Anora. Dayved, not a Grey Warden, fought the darkspawn quartet of two Genlocks, one Hurlock and an ogre. He barely survived the assault, but Queen Anora was kept safe. It also helped that a lost Legion of the Dead squad arrived and pretty much saved Dayved and Queen Anora, but that’s up to debate. Queen Anora was safely hidden in alley behind some barrels and could only see Dayved absorbing abuse from the ogre. Okay, abuse is not good enough. The ogre was repeatedly jumping up and down on Dayved’s shield and screaming into Dayved’s face. I digress…
The sword, decorated with various jewels indigenous to the southern lands, wasn’t just used for ceremonial purposes. It was made by the kingdom’s best blacksmith, Herren. It was tailor-made for the Templar. He pulled his second Templar shield down from the wall where it has gathered dust. The shield, a mix of onyx, silverite and everite was commissioned by the church to honor those who will defend the interests of the faith during the siege of Denerim. The shield is decorated with an outline of the order using a touch of bloodstone. Dayved felt embarrassed that Jorin had seen the shield so dusty so he grabbed the purple cloth and wiped it down. “Things gather dust when you don’t put them to use,” said the Templar. He then grabbed some “holy” wine and rinsed out his mouth before heading out of his room with his ‘old’ squire in tow.
The white and purple cloth tunic underneath his plate mail was unique to the church. It symbolized that the Templar took orders only from the head of the church itself, Mother Islane. Templars give the Chantry the reach needed to bring order out of chaos. At least, that is what Dayved tells himself. How long has it been since the debacle in Kirkwall?
Jorin walked a step behind the paladin and remembered how this veteran would lead small groups of soldiers against larger numbered outlaws and brigands with overwhelming success. He knew Dayved had two sides to him.
Jorin had seen firsthand of the Templar’s own sense of justice. It would lead to brutal, public executions of those who survived the initial onslaught. Dayved would decaptitate those already killed and had their heads placed on poles at the outskirts of the village or town he was sent to defend. He would then take those whose surrendered back to the village for a public beating before hanging the offended. He would also conscript the youngest of the brigands to servitude of the local church. This Templar saw what needed to be done and just did it. When the Chantry needs someone to persuade an opponent or obstacle to change their course, Dayved would visit. He never had to be sent twice to speak to someone.
Then just as terrible one side of him can be, he sees a side filled with emotions that run the gamut. Some would say he is erratic. His temper, once checked, floods the Templar’s brain and heart with remorse, regret, unhappiness and then slowly, faith. It’s that faith that he is following the Maker’s wisdom that is laid out for all to see in the Chant of Light. It’s the emotional turmoil that is wearisome and has aged the Templar much more than he already should be. He is known it far too long and has even given that silent companion that reminds him of what a monster he can be and it was the Blight. So many infected and so many wanting to be home again. Most of them were elves wanting to be in the sad alienage of Denerim. No one around there to heal. No Grey Wardens to offer advice. They all couldn’t go back to Denerim. Not with the Blight.
“You look like you’re better,” said Jorin. “Are you sleeping better?”
“Yes. And no. I hope it’s not the Blight out there.”
Guest_Cyan Griffonclaw_*
I know my grammar is poor, but enjoy.
I know my grammar is poor, but enjoy.
Give us sometime! This is quite a block. ![]()
I got to work a little, sadly, and will read that tonight when I'll be going through my usual insomnia.
Thanks for sharing!
I know my grammar is poor, but enjoy.
I love it! Please tell me you are going to continue this? I'm in insomnia land right now. ![]()

Ok cool, am back from 72 hour ban for linking to Forbes' review of the game. Got a lot to catch up on.
Also, MatrixGirl got my smurf perma-banned ![]()
I know my grammar is poor, but enjoy.
not bad, just a bit of advice, one writer to another. you might want a few more descriptors here and there. don't flood, just a pinch. grammar doesn't seem too bad either, though I'm half asleep, been that kind of day, or week.
Ok cool, am back from 72 hour ban for linking to Forbes' review of the game. Got a lot to catch up on.
Also, MatrixGirl got my smurf perma-banned
Your smurf?