[Screenshots] Dragon Age Screenshots

The final set! For this play-through at least. I hadn’t really planned to finish today, but I needed a break and it just kinda happened. I guess I need to start Awakening soon, though I’d like to get started on a new sewing project too.

I’ve left out shots of the ending in order to avoid spoilers, but those familiar with the endings will probably know what I picked based on the ones I have posted. (Hint: It’s the Try Not to Cry, Cry a Lot ending — I kept true to original Raleth’s ending.)

Sten is the man.

Sten is the man.

Aww I love you too, Shale.

Aww I love you too, Shale.

Puppy ;_;

Puppy ;_;

Bros 4 lyfe

Bros 4 lyfe

;_;

;_;

Alistair's worst day ever.

Alistair’s worst day ever.

Riordan #1 bamf

Riordan #1 bamf

Rawrrrrrr

Rawrrrrrr

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[Story] Fairsong Academy – Winter Veil Ball

I thought I could do this. Things started out pretty well, although she took a long time to answer the door, so I was just standing out there looking foolish and wondering if she’d changed her mind about going after all. Her new robe was very nice, it must have cost a lot. It was nearly the same shade of purple as mine too, which probably looked as if it was planned. I gave her the hair clip and she went in to put it on, because I thought it would match with her robe — at least I could wait inside for that though. In my nervousness I forgot to open mine until later — a nice pen and ink set. All of mine are getting a bit worn down, so I can use it right away. I didn’t use it for this though, I thought it would be a little strange.

We went up to the house, and to the main ballroom. They’d certainly put in a lot of work, it felt like one of the parties from before the scourge came. And there was far too much food, all of it delicious. I thought we ought to get some of that first, so we found a table and filled our plates. There was also a very fancy cake shaped like a dragonhawk, we thought they’d bought it in Silvermoon, but it turns out that Terellion had made it. He’s really very talented at baking. I went to get drinks, but of course Lani won’t have anything with alcohol in it, so I had to inquire about the punch from the ranger who was guarding. He didn’t seem to know, so he went into the kitchen to ask and I had to wait there with the glasses the whole time. There were a lot of guests, most that I recognized, but others that had to be family of students. Her father was there too, and I’m certain he was watching us the whole time.

I asked if she wanted to dance, and she did, that went pretty well. She said she’d had lessons when she was younger, I had too, but it’s been years since I went to any dance. I just concentrated on not stepping on her feet, and I did all right. Everything was going well, but I thought we should go out to the garden where it would be more private. If nothing else, we could talk without everyone listening, but I thought I might try more if it seemed right. It was very cold in the garden, but it had been decorated too, the trees and lamp-posts wrapped with ribbons. I didn’t see any snow, though the air certainly felt cold enough. We talked a bit about her new building, I don’t think either of us means to but we always seem to go back to that subject to fill the silence. But then she was talking about her troubles with her parents, and I thought I was being understanding but she said I wasn’t her patient. I couldn’t have been more stunned if she had slapped me. I was trying to listen as a friend, not an advisor, but I can’t really un-train myself of all those years of practice. Even she used to say that sometimes, usually if she was upset with me. It isn’t conscious, maybe I just don’t know how to talk to a lady anymore — I mean, as a regular person. I thought surely she was upset and would want to go inside, and it was getting cold.

But she wanted to put her hand on mine, which confused me. Wasn’t she upset? I thought I had messed everything up. She’s confusing. Imagine me asking someone else for advice! I don’t know who I could, anyway. She wanted to go home soon after, which was good because the hour was getting late, and I still had to walk home through the woods. That didn’t go very well either. I didn’t know what to say, or what she wanted. I mean, she was nervous about sitting together, I don’t want to embarrass her. And I couldn’t tell if she was upset or not, though she probably is now. It was a bit of a disaster. She asked when I would come by again though, I said I would have to look at my calendar. I don’t know, I thought I was ready to do this but maybe I’m not. Being alone is certainly a lot less nerve-wracking.

The party was uneventful — at least from a guard’s perspective. Sath’alor kept a close eye on those guests he didn’t recognize, but the Magister’s sisters and mother weren’t among them. As the hour grew later, he was able to relax and try some of the food that was laid out on the tables. Everyone seemed in a cheery mood, most of all the Magister. That was good, Sath’alor thought it probably been a long time since he had. He saw Tylenthis around at one point, eating near a couple of the students, but he hadn’t seen Linarelle yet. The girl, Des, had invited her — at one point she came up to ask him where she was. As if he kept constant tabs on them during their off hours? He shrugged. Was she coming? He didn’t know. Quietly, she asked how Orledin was doing. As much as Sath’alor wanted to invite the death knight, he knew it wouldn’t go over well. He couldn’t even offer to bring food home; while he’d certainly appreciate the gesture, it would be a waste. He seemed to understand why he couldn’t attend. Sath’alor hoped he wasn’t feeling too miserable back at the inn. Des said she’d like to bring Orledin more books to read, but a portal was out of the question. Wasn’t that why mages learned these things, so they wouldn’t have to travel? He said that maybe he could bring the books back with him. Then she asked if he wanted to dance. He didn’t of course, not at all, and he’d seen her dancing with another boy earlier, anyway. Sath’alor made some excuse about not being allowed — fortunately the Magister wasn’t standing right there to contradict him.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Kestrae arrived not long after, with her new man in tow. It was like she was there just to needle him. He tried to pretend not to see her, but of course she came over to talk to him. About what? She talked about his new nephew, and whether he’d gone to see him yet. No, of course not, Thero would never allow that. He’d have to wait to meet Iannor when Isandri came back to Eversong to visit their parents. Kestrae seemed to believe Thero would make an exception in this cause, but then Sath’alor didn’t believe she knew Thero very well at all. Whatever grudge that man carried, surely hadn’t faded. She asked if he was happy here. What sort of question was that? He was surviving, that was enough.

At least it hadn’t been a total waste, he’d finally got the chance to speak to another of Hethurin’s sisters, the one who had gone to Kalimdor. She’d been quite seriously injured, but trained as a ranger and was interested in joining up with their little band once she was fully recovered. Sath’alor told her they could certainly use her help, and of the plans to build a station out in the woods. Hopefully, the healers would give her permission to come out soon. Once spring came, there would be an explosion of spiders, and Sath’alor was eager to try out the idea of destroying their nests.

Later, Hethurin gave him a slice of cake too. So the evening wasn’t all bad.

 

[Screenshots] Dragon Age Screenshots

Raleth traveled to Denerim to call the Landsmeet, so we’re nearing the final battle! This is my favorite part of the game (aside from the Origins).

First Raleth has to make a trip to his roots -- the Alienage.

First Raleth has to make a trip to his roots — the Alienage.

Ser Otto and his quest are one of my favorites. So creepy.

Ser Otto and his quest are one of my favorites. So creepy.

Shit's about to get real.

Shit’s about to get real.

wow rude

wow rude

Love this shot, see the little crow in the rafter?

Love this shot, see the little crow in the rafter?

Morrigan's bargain

Morrigan’s bargain

No means no!

No means no!

wow tank u suck keep aggro

wow tank u suck keep aggro

Time for a third-act inspiring speech!

Time for a third-act inspiring speech!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Winter Veil Ball

[[ Some little short stories from the ball being held at the Academy! We had to split it into more than one night, so there should be more tomorrow 🙂 ]]

Linarelle had put on her dress, but she still didn’t feel much like going to the Winter Veil ball. She’d thought maybe it would put her in the spirit, but all she felt was cold in the drafty sitting room of the creaky inn in Tranquillien. The Captain and the other rangers were usually here this time of night, but they’d all gone up to the academy too. Well, probably not the death knight, but she didn’t see him here now. She was dining alone, aside from the person in the corner who was either drunk or frozen to death, she couldn’t be sure which. She moved the cold, colorless food around with her fork. There was still time to make it to the ball, where the food would surely be better. But she didn’t much feel like watching everyone else dance and have a good time, while she stood around awkwardly.

The door opened, and a man came in from outside. It took her a moment to recognize him; he was wearing heavy armor where last time he’d been in simple leathers. It was the man from the party in Silvermoon, the one who’d been working on the island before they left. Her breath caught in her throat — what was he doing here? Had he finally tracked her down? He came to sit near here, and she waited to see what he would say. Maybe it would be something terribly romantic. I thought of you every day, something like that. But he didn’t. He didn’t show any sign of recognizing her at all. She frowned into her drink. Maybe he’d hit his head or something. But even if he didn’t remember her name, he must remember meeting her? He asked whether there was any work in the area, and she mentioned the captain and their ranger building that would need fixing. There were several other people hiring workers here as well, it wasn’t easy to find people willing to do so, especially in the winter.

When she mentioned the ball at the academy, he seemed eager to go – but she thought that was only because she mentioned the chef there. Was she supposed to go with this man who hadn’t even introduced himself? Of course she knew who he was, but he didn’t know her. She remembered what she had told Des, that she wasn’t going to do things like that anymore. It wouldn’t be a good idea, she said, and it wouldn’t. She would have had to explain who he was to everyone, and that would be even more embarrassing if he didn’t remember her. Here’s some man I found and decided to bring? No, that wouldn’t do at all. He went up to his room shortly afterward, and Linarelle couldn’t help but wonder if all these past months had been a mistake. She’d thought of him so often, hoped that he might come back — but now he didn’t even remember her. She left her plate and went up to her room. She didn’t feel much like going to a party at all.

Maerista smoothed out her new gown, checking it in the mirror. Though she planned to return to Silvermoon after the ball, her father had sent the dress early so that she might wear it tonight. She hadn’t invited them — who invites their parents to a school ball? Well, Keyalenn did, but he was strange. She’d heard them wandering about the hallways earlier, he was pointing out the practice rooms and other places around the school. Maerista didn’t think her parents would have much interest in wandering around a spooky old school. She’d be able to see them soon enough, at their house in Silvermoon.

Some guests had already arrived when she went downstairs, the captain was there standing guard, and some other people she didn’t recognize. One had to be the new mage that Hethurin had mentioned, he was dressed all in blue robes so she guessed that he was the frost instructor. Though she didn’t have much talent for ice magic herself, it would at least be interesting to find out more about it, from a theoretical point of view. There was a boy there too, one that she didn’t recognize. He looked like he was from the country, but more importantly, he was dancing with Des. Of course he was. Maerista frowned and went to the food table, where Tik and Terellion had laid out an impressive array of treats. The ballroom looked beautiful too, hung with tree boughs and banners, and reflective glass globes that caught the candle-light. They hadn’t allowed anyone in to peek for the past week or so, and all of their work had certainly paid off. She had to admit, it was a lovely ballroom.

There was even a fancy cake, the Magister was hovering near it, either admiring it or keeping guard — probably both. It was like those she’d sometimes seen in bakery windows, sculpted in the shape of a dragonhawk with outstretched wings. There was even a little plume of fire carved from something — icing maybe, she’d have to get a taste to find out for sure. Terellion must have spent days working on it. He looked busy, dashing in and out of the kitchen with plates, so Maerista sat near Xarola. She seemed to have joined the party for the same reason that she had — because of the food. Otherwise Maerista would have been just as happy to keep studying, although she did want to wear her new dress. The Magister noticed it, and asked where her father had got it.

Tylenthis was there too, and came over to eat as well. He said that he was still working with the rangers, and that the captain’s house should be finished — or at least liveable — before too long. She thought it strange that he hadn’t come to work if the captain had, but she didn’t say anything. She suspected that he was here to see Lani, because he kept asking things about her. Neither she nor Xarola had seen Lani yet that evening, but they mentioned that she was coming with the Confessor. Unless of course, something had happened. Or she’d decided to lock herself in the washroom again.

 

[Story] Isandri’s Diary

Dear  Diary,

I can’t believe he’s really here! It seemed  like I’d be waiting forever, but around lunchtime things started to happen, and I sent Thero to fetch the healer right away. I had no idea how fast or slow it would take, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him run so fast! The healer was very calm though, she had her little leather bag and she made Thero get a lot of towels and water. He asked like a hundred questions and he was all fidgety and honestly he was starting to make me nervous a little, so the healer sent him out to do different jobs. I think most of them were just to keep him busy. I told Kestrae that I’d tell her how bad it was, and it was pretty bad but the healer also gave me some herbs that were supposed to help. And I think it was definitely worth it. It took almost all day, he didn’t decide to come out until late into the evening; but the healer kept checking on me regularly and said everything was going okay. I’m relieved about that, I know there are so many things that can go wrong. I’ve only been present for a few births myself, but it can be quite dangerous. I think the healer was impressed that I knew so much about it, at least from books. I explained to her that I was in training to be a healer myself, though I don’t know if I’ll concentrate on babies. Though maybe I would. It’s certainly amazing!

Kestrae and Raleth came by once they heard, I think mostly to help keep Thero calm. I could hear him talking to them outside, but not what he was saying. It’s kind of funny that he was so nervous because he’s not the one who has to do anything! He kept saying he’d seen dragonhawks come out of the egg, like that’s anything at all the same. He’s silly sometimes. Once it started for real, it was all over pretty fast, I’m grateful for that. I was already tired and hungry but I wasn’t allowed to eat anything until it was over. The healer checked him over and washed him off and then put him in a blanket so I could hold him. Oh, it’s a boy! I guess they were right about that. I would have liked either but I am really glad that it’s a boy so there can be another Whitemorn. Thero was already talking about teaching him how to shoot a bow, and letting him ride on Arelanis. I don’t think that’s very safe!

Thero thinks he looks more like me, but I don’t know, I think he just looks like a cute baby. It’s difficult to tell when he’s so little. He has blond hair, it’s just little wisps like bits of sunlight. His little fingers are the cutest thing, I didn’t want to set him down. Thero built the crib but I couldn’t stand the idea of him being alone all night, he’s not used to being out in the world yet and I think he’d be cold. I was so tired that I fell asleep right then anyway while Thero was reading him a story. Oh, I wanted to call him Theronil too, but Thero wouldn’t have any of that. But we decided on Iannor, I think that’s nice. I hope Kestrae has a baby soon so they can all play together like we planned, but I don’t know. It would be better if she was still with Sath, that way they’d be cousins. I can’t wait to show him to Lali, and I’m sure she’ll be able to help me if I have any questions. And Naraleth will have someone to play with now! I’ll also have to write to Hethurin and let him know, I’m sure he will want to meet him. And Sath too, but I’m not bringing a baby out to a house that’s not even finished yet. Hopefully they’ll be done soon. I’m sure he’ll be excited about being an uncle.

Being a mother doesn’t feel too different yet, but I’m sure it will soon. Thero is so cute when he holds him. He’s a natural.

~ Isandri

 

[Screenshots] Dragon Age Screenshots

Sorry about the lack of updates, kids are off school plus Mr Hare’s mom has been staying with us, so it’s tough to find a quiet moment! I am working on a quick one today though.

Raleth and his companions slammed back a thimble of the finest Dwarven ale that Tapster’s had to offer, and ventured into the Deep Roads! (aka, the worst thing ever)

Nope, no Grey Wardens around here.

Nope, no Grey Wardens around here.

The Deep Roads suck.

The Deep Roads suck.

Yeah the Deep Roads suck.

Yeah the Deep Roads suck.

Well this is a cool looking area.

Well this is a cool looking area.

Okay but really the Deep Roads suck.

Okay but really the Deep Roads suck.

Ffffffuuuu

Ffffffuuuu

Just a neat action shot.

Just a neat action shot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Screenshots] Dragon Age Screenshots

Oops I forgot to post the last batch from the High Dragon. Here’s just a couple!

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tank taunt plz!11

tank taunt plz!11

We then moved into the temple, to seek the Urn of Sacred Ashes. This is one of my favorite quests in the game!

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Next, on to Orzammar, and the Deep Roads which I’m completely dreading so I’m stalling and doing everything else first.

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Raleth got his girlfriend a nug for Christmas.

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