on the exploding Dragon Age cast at exsilium and a certain person's wish for more

[ladyspitfire]

You are a greedy, selfish thing.

It's bad enough that you've managed to rope someone into bringing King Cailan. But now you need to keep adding to the merry band just because you adore seeing us all squirm. Perhaps you'd like to request the Broodmother next? Or possibly Loghain Mac Tir himself? Surely, there are no limits to your cruelties.

And as much as I might be grateful for my companions being with me again [selfishly so], I would be loathe to ask for the rest of them.

Leave it be. You needn't cause any more trouble for us.

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[fluffybeard]

But they're so good at causing unnecessary trouble for us.

[ladyspitfire]

It seems to be their only skill.

[fluffybeard]

That and fretting that we 'sound' like ourselves.

[He chuckles shaking his head.]

I'm amused that he thinks that I can sound anything other than like me.

[ladyspitfire]

Yes, I've had the same trouble with my own.

[She smiles.]

Who else would you sound like? You sound like any other Ferelden to me.

[fluffybeard]

He was concerned I was flirting too much. AS if there could be too much flirting.

[He grins teasingly.]

I am a Ferelden. Currently residing in the city of Chains.

Problems of an RPG silent protag?

[literallyheartless]

That sounds like it would be quite the nuisance. But, 'tis better to have allies fight with you against such foes, than be alone and face them by yourself.

99 problems and being silent is most of them.

[ladyspitfire]

It is, unfortunately. I know that if they were at my side, things might be more bearable...but it's been some time since I've seen them. Things change.

[BOY DO THEY EVER.]

Yup, singing to the choir there. /Saved the duchess from her husband. Get thrown in the dungeon.

[literallyheartless]

I suppose you cannot just summon them to your aid?

Oh, ouch.

[ladyspitfire]

Were it only so simple. Even if I could, I imagine they would begin to resent me after a while.

Being the Arisen is suffering. Everything is grey.

[literallyheartless]

Ah, they are not Pawns than?

[His tone sounds casual about it too.]

[bloodyantivan]

Tell me again about how you might be grateful.

[ladyspitfire]

You heard me well enough. You're just fishing.

[bloodyantivan]

And I've caught a beautiful red-haired warrior goddess. But will she sing for me?

[ladyspitfire]

Perhaps. If she could sing and didn't sound like a toad with a cold.

[bloodyantivan]

Now, now. She can carry a tune! In a basket. [Long pause.] Carefully.

[septim]

It is good to have friends in such an awful place. It makes things...easier to bear.

[ladyspitfire]

Not when they look to me to guide them, Martin. It was different in Ferelden. It was my home. But everything's too foreign here.

[septim]

But they give you purpose, something to strive for. Being a leader is...difficult, yes. And at least they're good company.

[ladyspitfire]

On their good days.

[You haven't met the Qunari.]

[selfloyalty]

Did you honestly just offhandedly compare my father's appearance to a broodmother's?

[ROOD ELISSA.

ROOD.]

[ladyspitfire]

I compared his presence to that of a broodmother's. And a very specific one with coherent thought, cunning, and a penchant for wanting me torn apart.

It sounds similar, doesn't it?

[selfloyalty]

It certainly is easier to kill a man when you equate them to a monster.

[ladyspitfire]

Your father was a man who kept company with monsters. Thanks to him, hundreds of men and women died at Ostagar. Many Grey Wardens perished. Your husband died. And then he saw fit to give several arlings to a traitor and murderer.

Tell me, again, how that is not monstrous.

[old_hag]

Muns not causing trouble. [A chuckle.]

You may as well ask the wind to cease blowing.

[ladyspitfire]

She is incessant. I would sooner compare her to Howe or the darkspawn.