da2 is what happens when you get a bunch of dnd characters and then don’t really give them a campaign you just toss them into a city to live there and have Shenanigans.
“I’m playing a elven blood mage.” “yeah, okay, what’s she doing in a human city?” “research.”
“I’m playing a dwarven bard.” “….and?” “just a dwarven bard.” “is he, like, a spy, a wandering adventure, what? why’s he away from the mountain?” “fuck if i know.”
“My character is a cleric to the god of justice who’s become disillusioned with the established orders of priests and wants to destroy them and start again. His name is Anders.” “Is he from the anderfels?” “No, of course not. He’s Ferelden.”
“My character is an elf. His name is Fenris.”
“Okay… is he a mage? Does he like… transform into a wolf?”
“No, he’s a warrior! He USED to be a slave to a mage, and as a result hates all magic.”
“Fine. Roll for strength.”
“He can use magic to rip people’s hearts out.”
“What.”
“His owner put magic ore in his veins and now he can use a magic punch.”
“…”
“…”
“Why would he-”
“Also he’s in love with a mage.”“Is hawke hot?”
“Oh, Hawke is super hot.”
[rolls a charisma saving throw against the hot mage and fails] “SHIT”
Meanwhile Aveline’s just over here gritting her teeth because she spent three hours on her backstory carefully crafted to intertwine with the recent game lore (Ostagar) and her tragic dead husband (Wesley) and nobody else even seems interested
This explains far more than it should.
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