Short post so I can get back to Dragon Age.
I think the reason why Dragon Age 2 was so bad was because EA thought they could do the same thing they did to Mass Effect 2 to Dragon Age,which was a general 'streamlining' (read: oversimplification) of the RPG elements and get the same result. You can do that with a shooter/RPG hybrid where the RPG elements play second fiddle to the shooting part, but not with a pure RPG. Then you get a dumb game.
Also the story wasn't told very well either. There was no overarching goal.
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“Lords of Lendria...!” Ray murmured.
The second he heard the ear-splitting cry, his gut sank into his bowels. When he turned, his mind emptied and his jaw dropped. He stood gaping in horror and awe at the titanic beast, struggling to wrap his mind around what his eyes were seeing. How can we survive against such a thing? Is there anything we can do?
Alicia's suggestions stirred him from his inaction. Use cannons. That's something I can do. He hurried down to the lower deck and swung one of the new guns around to face the closest of the great slimy appendages holding the ship. He fired, but the cannonball simply bounced off the rubbery, spongy flesh. Cursing, he reloaded the gun, this time with grapeshot. This time the tentacle was severed, shredded into a gory mess. Ray whooped with joy now that he knew they could hurt it, or at least drive it away from the ship. He pointed out the powder kegs to Nolan, who heaved them into the water for Luro to shoot. We may get out of this one yet!
The second he heard the ear-splitting cry, his gut sank into his bowels. When he turned, his mind emptied and his jaw dropped. He stood gaping in horror and awe at the titanic beast, struggling to wrap his mind around what his eyes were seeing. How can we survive against such a thing? Is there anything we can do?
Alicia's suggestions stirred him from his inaction. Use cannons. That's something I can do. He hurried down to the lower deck and swung one of the new guns around to face the closest of the great slimy appendages holding the ship. He fired, but the cannonball simply bounced off the rubbery, spongy flesh. Cursing, he reloaded the gun, this time with grapeshot. This time the tentacle was severed, shredded into a gory mess. Ray whooped with joy now that he knew they could hurt it, or at least drive it away from the ship. He pointed out the powder kegs to Nolan, who heaved them into the water for Luro to shoot. We may get out of this one yet!
I got Dragon Age Inquisition last night and it almost made me forget to post. Its pretty good, still has a few minor glitches they need to iron out (and probably can in a patch), but all in all, pretty good.
I have an image in my head where whenever Luro says Nolan does something horrible, its actually something innocent and normal exaggerated out of proportion, like tearing living things apart is just Nolan making dinner (like cutting up chicken before cooking it, I know it's formerly living, but roll with me). 'Killing puppies' is actually petting them so they roll over and seemingly play dead.
I still can't get over how awesome the nickname/title 'Crimson Monarch' is.
I also think Ray's title/nickname is going to confuse him when he hears it. He's definitely no scholar and certainly doesn't think of himself as one. However, it fits: out of the crew he (most likely) has had the most comprehensive formal education.
I still can't get over how awesome the nickname/title 'Crimson Monarch' is.
I also think Ray's title/nickname is going to confuse him when he hears it. He's definitely no scholar and certainly doesn't think of himself as one. However, it fits: out of the crew he (most likely) has had the most comprehensive formal education.
Ray had enjoyed the peaceful interlude between islands. He drilled with his new rapier and dueling dagger since it had been months since he had used that combination of arms. He also spent some time teaching Runali the fundamentals of dueling and swordsmanship. Since dueling had come naturally to him, he wasn't the best teacher. He had to explain concepts that had been second nature to him for so long, he forgot most of the details. He let Alicia do most of the actual teaching, while he imparted more of the philosophical aspects.
“I was taught to be like the Basilisk: despite its size it is a frighteningly agile beast, wickedly deadly and lethal in more ways than one. If it's gaze doesn't paralyze you outright, it's venomous teeth will kill you in seconds, or its sharp claws will shred you or its sheer weight will simply crush you.” He feinted to the side and Runali fell for it. Ray let his rapier whip to the other side and slap her on the shoulder with the flat of the blade. “You must be prepared for all avenues of attack...” He then moved inside her instep and swung his foot, knocking her off her feet. “...and exploit them in turn.”
In hindsight, he had been rather hard on Runali, but his teachers were hard on him, educating him through hard knocks. At the time, he hadn't been appreciative, but he learned later that swordplay was an art that had no use in coddling, and was grateful for his rigorous instruction.
He had wanted to ask Alicia to spar with him, but figured it would be best to wait until they could purchase some practice weapons. Both their skill with the sword was great enough that to hold back would simply be a waste of time, and they didn't want to hurt each other needlessly.
Ray was sound asleep when the ship lurched to the side and dumped Ray out of his hammock. He sleepily tried to get up, unsure of what happened only to be thrown back towards his hammock. “Lords of Lendria, what-?” He scrambled to find his footing in the rocking ship, anxious at the loss of stability.
Emerging onto the deck, his fears were confirmed. A storm had unexpectedly taken the ship. Nolan was rather bare, and Ray was rather glad he had kept his work clothes on when he went to bed. He moved to help Nolan secure the loose cargo onboard the ship lest they lose any more; somewhere in the back of his mind he registered a howling that wasn't the wind, a howling that sounded like a lament for rum. He pushed it out of his mind and focused on the task at hand and tried not to think about the fact that they could be tossed from the ship and left stranded a hundred leagues from the nearest land or ship.
“I was taught to be like the Basilisk: despite its size it is a frighteningly agile beast, wickedly deadly and lethal in more ways than one. If it's gaze doesn't paralyze you outright, it's venomous teeth will kill you in seconds, or its sharp claws will shred you or its sheer weight will simply crush you.” He feinted to the side and Runali fell for it. Ray let his rapier whip to the other side and slap her on the shoulder with the flat of the blade. “You must be prepared for all avenues of attack...” He then moved inside her instep and swung his foot, knocking her off her feet. “...and exploit them in turn.”
In hindsight, he had been rather hard on Runali, but his teachers were hard on him, educating him through hard knocks. At the time, he hadn't been appreciative, but he learned later that swordplay was an art that had no use in coddling, and was grateful for his rigorous instruction.
He had wanted to ask Alicia to spar with him, but figured it would be best to wait until they could purchase some practice weapons. Both their skill with the sword was great enough that to hold back would simply be a waste of time, and they didn't want to hurt each other needlessly.
Ray was sound asleep when the ship lurched to the side and dumped Ray out of his hammock. He sleepily tried to get up, unsure of what happened only to be thrown back towards his hammock. “Lords of Lendria, what-?” He scrambled to find his footing in the rocking ship, anxious at the loss of stability.
Emerging onto the deck, his fears were confirmed. A storm had unexpectedly taken the ship. Nolan was rather bare, and Ray was rather glad he had kept his work clothes on when he went to bed. He moved to help Nolan secure the loose cargo onboard the ship lest they lose any more; somewhere in the back of his mind he registered a howling that wasn't the wind, a howling that sounded like a lament for rum. He pushed it out of his mind and focused on the task at hand and tried not to think about the fact that they could be tossed from the ship and left stranded a hundred leagues from the nearest land or ship.
Well, this is a thing (and a good one at that)! Super excited for it, would be more if it included a release date.
I'm a little upset. I was going to link some nice storm sailing music from Assassin's Creed 4 for the setting, but some recording company has (possibly illegally) placed a copyright claim on the video. Here's the thing: the company placing the claim DEFINITELY doesn't own the music, since it belongs to Ubisoft. After doing some digging, I found that the company in question has laid copyright claims on all sorts of stuff (including a homemade recording of birds and NASA sound footage) because they used some (clearly crappy) algorithm that says 'the computer says this sounds like X piece of copyrighted music, so you are a copyright violator'.
Long story short, no more song links for Ray's music. We'll all have to use our imaginations, you guys to imagine music, and me to come up with lyrics.
Long story short, no more song links for Ray's music. We'll all have to use our imaginations, you guys to imagine music, and me to come up with lyrics.
Ray had left the tavern in a sore mood, not simply because Shouta had infuriated him, but because he was right. He walked through the streets, eschewing the use of the mechanical transportation, trying to cool his blood. As he did so, he came to the slow realization that he might have, in fact, been in the wrong. Maybe remembering Hugh Scarthane dug up more than a few memories. Well, I'm not going back to apologize. I won't go begging for the pardon of anyone like him.
He wandered off to a swordsmith to see if his blade could be repaired. Once Ray explained the damages it had gone through before, the swordsmith shook his head explaining if the sword were reforged, the metal would be too brittle to be useful. Had the blade been snapped in half instead of bent completely out of shape, it might have been repairable. Ray groaned, reaching into his wallet to give the man a silver for his time an unfinished dueling dagger caught his eye. It was just a blade and grip, lacking the hilt. Ray offered to buy it and suggested his damaged rapier be used to provide the metal for a basket hilt. The swordsmith nodded, liking the idea.
Some time later, Ray left the swordsmith, feeling much better about the loss of his last memento from home. The swordsmith was quite happy to have been paid in a whole platinum coin. He made his way back to the ship and waited for everyone to arrive. When the Captain arrived, she handed Ray a new rapier.
“It's a temporary replacement until you can find one that suits you, or possibly get that fixed...” she gestured to Ray's sheath, with the hilt still protruding from the end. “Oh, this?” He drew what remained of his old rapier and showed that it was nothing but a hilt. “I already took care of that.” He displayed his new dueling dagger and explained how he he decided to turn his broken memento into something useful. He took the new rapier and drew it, giving a few test swings and gently bending the blade. “Not as supple as I'm used to, but I'll manage.” He gave a tired smile, “Thank you, Captain.”
“Oh yeah, I suppose we have our 'good friend' Mister Takan to thank for our new weapons,” Ray said as he procured the bag of platinum and tossed it to the captain. “I'm still not forgiving him for what he did, but at least he had sense enough to repay us for the losses he incurred. And before you ask, we are not spending this on booze, Luro!”
He wandered off to a swordsmith to see if his blade could be repaired. Once Ray explained the damages it had gone through before, the swordsmith shook his head explaining if the sword were reforged, the metal would be too brittle to be useful. Had the blade been snapped in half instead of bent completely out of shape, it might have been repairable. Ray groaned, reaching into his wallet to give the man a silver for his time an unfinished dueling dagger caught his eye. It was just a blade and grip, lacking the hilt. Ray offered to buy it and suggested his damaged rapier be used to provide the metal for a basket hilt. The swordsmith nodded, liking the idea.
Some time later, Ray left the swordsmith, feeling much better about the loss of his last memento from home. The swordsmith was quite happy to have been paid in a whole platinum coin. He made his way back to the ship and waited for everyone to arrive. When the Captain arrived, she handed Ray a new rapier.
“It's a temporary replacement until you can find one that suits you, or possibly get that fixed...” she gestured to Ray's sheath, with the hilt still protruding from the end. “Oh, this?” He drew what remained of his old rapier and showed that it was nothing but a hilt. “I already took care of that.” He displayed his new dueling dagger and explained how he he decided to turn his broken memento into something useful. He took the new rapier and drew it, giving a few test swings and gently bending the blade. “Not as supple as I'm used to, but I'll manage.” He gave a tired smile, “Thank you, Captain.”
“Oh yeah, I suppose we have our 'good friend' Mister Takan to thank for our new weapons,” Ray said as he procured the bag of platinum and tossed it to the captain. “I'm still not forgiving him for what he did, but at least he had sense enough to repay us for the losses he incurred. And before you ask, we are not spending this on booze, Luro!”
I'm interested in getting them (and Tales from the Borderlands), but I'm lazy and stingy with my money.
I was internally squee-ing through the entire cat diary video.
I'm a cycle behind and I've been struck by the lazies and don't want to post. Maybe later today or tomorrow....
This made me laugh.
I was internally squee-ing through the entire cat diary video.
I'm a cycle behind and I've been struck by the lazies and don't want to post. Maybe later today or tomorrow....
This made me laugh.
I'm feeling better today. I think I've been going through some caffeine withdrawal from eating all my Halloween candy (which was all chocolate, thus caffeine) in about 3 days (totally worth it).
Not many people do. I happen to love 40k (it's universe and lore more than the tabletop game), so I apologize if I went a little overboard on the details.
I am very much a cat person, so I can attest to the effectiveness of that cure even if he is a little furry dick sometimes I still love him. I was dancing with him earlier this morning (and by dancing, I mean I danced and he sat there).
When I was told A Game of Thrones was a detail rich book, I was definitely not ready for it. I'm about 300 pages into the book (out of 800), and from looking at episode summaries of the TV show, I'm only to episode 4 or 5. Reading the books before watching the show is turning out to be a much greater challenge than I originally thought. ಠ_ಠ
Mizos said ...I know what Warhammer is...
Not many people do. I happen to love 40k (it's universe and lore more than the tabletop game), so I apologize if I went a little overboard on the details.
I am very much a cat person, so I can attest to the effectiveness of that cure even if he is a little furry dick sometimes I still love him. I was dancing with him earlier this morning (and by dancing, I mean I danced and he sat there).
When I was told A Game of Thrones was a detail rich book, I was definitely not ready for it. I'm about 300 pages into the book (out of 800), and from looking at episode summaries of the TV show, I'm only to episode 4 or 5. Reading the books before watching the show is turning out to be a much greater challenge than I originally thought. ಠ_ಠ
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