Technically you start with single stick, then work your way up to double. Both movements and principles of Arnis/Kali/Eskrima apply from hand to hand, dagger, to sword. Not really Medieval longswords, think more scimitar slashing, though there is a time and place for the thrust.
I Never Expected the Inquisition (Dragon Age Inquisition/Skyrim SI)
- Thread starter SharkGlue
- Start date
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
You going to take up meditating on the words? And will this have a positive effect on your physique?
"Who knows mate? As is, I'm already off plannin to face giant fire breathin lizards that want to have me for lunch brekkie and dinner. I'd just be happy to get away with all me limbs intact."
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
Meh, it's just the soul of an Elvhen god.
Part 5
AN: Thanks once more to @RedrumSprinkles for helping me out in this. Kudos to her!
When we reached the Inquisition's new home, I gotta admit, even I was awed by what we found. Perched atop the edge of a small plateau, Skyhold looked to me like Man's middle finger against the elements. That they could build something as grand and sturdy as this, amidst both the altitude and the sheer geography. It's more than earned its name I think.
"Jesus Christ," I whispered as I took in the sight.While it was no Eyrie, it still screamed 'bring it motherfuckers'. A single imposing tower guarded a single narrow bridge that led into the keep proper. There were probably all sorts of other nuances of castle architecture I was missing out here, but it still looked damn impressive for an abandoned castle to me.
"I'll just assume that's some sort of thing you whisper when you're in awe," Eve said as she walked up beside me. "I admit, it is rather amazing right?"
"Damn right it is," I said as I just let it sink in. "I mean… to see it briefly in visions is one thing, to see it before you. To know it's real… that's another."
"I can't say I really know the feeling," she admitted. "Though, I feel like there's still so much more to discuss beyond the immediate."
"I imagine there's a lot more to talk about than 'you're holding your sword too tightly' or ' faster, again!'" I mimed her training voice.
That actually got her to laugh a bit. I imagine that caught a few stares from the caravan as it moved along the road while me and Eve took in the view.
"Well yes," she continued. "Like… where are you from? What's it like there? So many questions, so few answers."
"Well I have questions of my own milady," I said as I turned to face her. "The visions only say what happens, and that you're at the center of things. But… I don't know that much about you. So, I propose a trade then," I smiled. "A question for a question."
"Fair enough," she smiled back. "May I start?"
"Ladies first."
"Alright then," she said as she started walking along the road, by the caravan. "I've already gathered that you're from somewhere else not on Thedas, somewhere without even regular notions of magic, but could you kindly elaborate? At this point I know about distant Tevinter or the Qunari more than where you're from."
"That's fair," I said as I followed along. "Well, to be honest, I find everything here so…" I struggled, searching for a word that wouldn't convey too much offense. "HIstorical?"
'What do you mean?"
"We stopped using swords and shields in war centuries ago," I continued. "Everything I've seen here speaks of… an older time. Before my generation, or even my Grandfather's or great grandfather's."
"Imagine if you will, great towers of stone and glass, roads smoother than any cobblestone path, people able to travel from one end of the country to the other in hours, rather than days. People from two parts of the world talking to each other at the same time all without magic"
"It's rather hard to picture I admit."
"It'd be easier to show you," I said as I stopped and brought out my phone. "With this."
"I thought your people didn't have magic," she said as she took a look at it. "A shiny mirror, I assume it can show things?"
"Not magic despite how it may appear." I said. "Just… really really advanced technology. The process of centuries of work and innovation. I can't really begin to explain how it works really. Designed so that just about anyone could make use of it."
"May I?"
"Of course," I said as I handed her the phone. "You'll need to remove your gloves to use them. Just touch the glass and follow my directions."
Thankfully it looked like whatever script they used here, it was something that looked enough like english that she managed to unlock the screen without my aid. One less job for me then.
"Right, just press the err… picture button." I said as I peeked over her shoulder. "That will show you a lot of portraits of where I'm from."
She managed to do so well enough, and ended up opening my gallery of landscape pictures. What can I say, I like taking them of every city I go to.
"Maker..." she whispered. "I've never heard of such places, let alone seen something like this."
"Like I said, I feel like I'm in another time here." I shrugged. "Now fair's fair and all, my turn."
"Alright," she said as she handed me back my phone. "What would you like to know?"
"Well…" I struggled, seeking for a more amicable way of putting it before just ploughing on through. "I understand that you helped bring the Mage-Templar war to a close. You chose to seek the aid of the Templars in sealing the giant hole in the sky."
"The Breach you mean," she corrected. "And yes, I did."
"Well, why then? Why pick the Templars?"
She stopped walking then at the end of the question. I feared I may have crossed some line before she motioned for me to follow, away from earshot of others.
She brought me once more to the edge of the mountain, Skyhold (our soon to be home), still stood there, though the wind was beginning to pick up again. From here, I could make out tattered banners of some long dead lord still flapping with the wind.
"I'm a Trevelyan you know," she started as we stared out at the view. "We're a large family, and we've always been devout Andrastians, in both faith and service. My Uncles were Templars you know, and they always told me stories about the order. About how they were supposed to be champions of the just, protectors of the people. I was destined to join the order till the war started."
"At the Conclave… I remember I was supposed to meet them again you know?" she said as she turned to me. "They always believed the war was foolishness, and that we should instead seek a better way to handle the Mages than the current system. Kirkwall showed that it could be prone to abuse. "
"That's where it all started right?"
"Yes. It was then my uncles tried their best to keep tensions down but…" she shrugged. "I guess we all know how that turned out. The Conclave was supposed to be the answer to the war. It just prolonged, possibly even worsened it."
"So I went to the Templars, in the hopes of finding men like my uncles. Instead…"
"The Red Templars," I finished. "I'm so sorry."
"It was a hope." she continued. "A childish one perhaps, but it was a hope. People like my uncles… I think they would have despaired, much like many of the other survivors to have seen them brought so low. I know I did." she finished as she turned back to face Skyhold.
After that little bombshell, a deafening silence hung between us. She stood there staring as the wind continued to howl on, drowning out the march of the caravan as they made their trek towards Skyhold.
I was about to excuse myself right before she turned to face me. "So... I think it's my turn for a question."
"Well yes. In fact I feel like I owe you two for something… well like that." I mumbled as I looked away from her.
"It's fine. Really. " She waved. "Since now you know so much about me then… tell me more about yourself Vic de los Reyes. I mean it's obvious you're no warrior, but not much else is obvious."
"Well…" I started, as I turned towards her again, her face noticeably more…. solemn I guess. "I'm from a family of architects. I never really was into actually making buildings though. I mean I could certainly appreciate the beauty of them, but… well let's just say I can't draw for shit," which earned a small bit of laughter from Eve. "Anyways, I tried to make my own way into something else. Business. I studied for years before seeking work… Which, come to think of it, I never found before all this."
"That doesn't explain your proficiency with either of your weapons."
"Well…. I learned how to fence for a while a few years back. I was middling at that, but some lessons stick. As for my gun… it's a legacy of my family. A heirloom from my grandfather. Before I was dragged into the whims of fate, I was off to the family farm to… well reflect. Take time off, retreat from the rest of the world and look at myself and my faith I guess."
"That brings me to my next question I guess," she said as she resumed her walk. "Who do you worship? The Maker?"
"In a manner of speaking I suppose," I shrugged. "I've listened to a lot of your scripture these days thanks to those Chanters of yours. There are certainly similarities to my own faith."
"Please elaborate, I'd really like to know more."
"Well," I said as I stopped and set down my pack and starting fishing for my bible. "Explaining the basics might be a good review I guess."
"Right," I said as soon as I found and brought it out. "This here is The Bible, our holy book. This is all of scripture. Like your Chant of Light I guess."
"So it tells the tale of your prophet then?"
"Prophets, and only in part. It's… complicated. Just that most of it, the Old Testament, tells the tale of the savior's people before it became His story in the New Testament."
"Anyways, I grew up Catholic, My family's always been pious I guess. As for me? Well my parents follow it more out of habit, and because they were raised that way. I had to study parts of scripture, and what the Church, our Chantry I guess, says about them and their reasoning thanks to my school."
"I thought you were preparing to be a businessman? It sounds like you were raised to become a priest or a lay brother."
"Well my school taught a lot of secular things. Math, sciences, literature, philosophy. The deal was, you also had to go and learn about your faith as well. Over half my life learning under them really…' I paused as memories of that wonderful time came in.
"But none of this explains the basics." I continued. "There is one God, The Father. creator of Heaven and Earth. Jesus Christ, The son, conceived by the Holy Spirit, and who we… err killed."
"And like us, your God won't come back until your faith is spread everywhere I imagine because of that admittedly huge mistake?"
"Not… quite. You see, Jesus knew he was going to be sacrificed. He had all the power to go and stop it from happening. He let it happen, such was his love for all of man, that God would sacrifice His only Son so that we may be saved from our sins. He came back from the dead three days later anyway, and taught his disciples to spread the Word (which was basically don't be a dick) before ascending to Heaven. Now all Christians, provided they live as good and decent people , go to Heaven when they die. Anything more complicated… and well you'd need an actual priest for that."
"That… doesn't really make that much sense. I mean… you killed him."
"To be specific, nailed him to a cross after flogging him, and then let him die."
"So… after a slow death-"
"Jesus still asked God to forgive us. That was the great thing about him, he hung out with the people no one would touch and preach salvation for all, so long as one was a good person."
"So yeah. Christianity in a nutshell," I shrugged as I turned towards her. "There are lots of different err… disagreements between churches much like yours and Tevinter. Though I really really feel like this is missing a lot of nuances that are involved. Much like how I doubt I'll get to understand Andraste as much as you do too. Like Catholicism, one of the older ones, specializes in guilt. 'Jesus died for your sins, so be good or the devil will be after you!'" I mimed my old parish priest. A stark contrast to the school chaplain's be good to your neighbors schtick.
"What is the 'devil'? A demon of sorts?"
"Think fallen from grace angel… no that doesn't work work you don't have those. Think Chief Demon. Yeah, Big Kahuna demon and all who used to be one of God's… lieutenants. That's what angels are, his lieutenants. But none of this even touches the fact that I may be actually be blessed by Divine powers, but not of my God... thanks to me being Dragonborn and all."
"I mean… they're myth." I turned back towards Skyhold.Come to think of it, the place did look like that hold up on the Throat of The World, that Everest on steroids, where the Graybeards lived. "No one's ever found evidence they actually existed." What with it being a game. "No bones, no records. Just tales. Just stories. So we just thought them that. Stories, meant to help man not be monster. To know valor in the face of darkness. Yet here I stand, proof that something is messing with me."
I paused here as the… thoughts swam through. Strange ones. Troubling ones. Yet… I felt like I had to let it out. It just… wanted to be set free.
"It's things like this that make you doubt you know?" I shrugged as I turned towards her again. "Things that shake your belief… your faith in what you know. If… if what you are what you think you are. Who you believe to be. I know that right now… that retreat I planned is shaking me up far more than I ever thought it could." I finished with a grim chuckle.
I shrugged. "But that is the nature of faith I guess. You can't have faith without doubt. My teacher told me that once. I guess I'll have all this time to figure that out. Maybe you could help me out yourself?"
"I could use that myself." she shrugged as we both stood there amidst the wind and snow. "You're blessed by a god you don't believe in, I'm supposedly the second coming of Andraste herself."
"Together, we fight crime!" I joked earning a brief chuckle from her. "But yeah. We've some… similar experiences now that I think of it. I could use another perspective in this sort of thing you know?"
"A deal then," she said as she extended her hand. "We'll talk about our own little faith related incidents. Just talk. I think… it'll be good for our peace of mind."
I hesitated before I shook her hand, nice and firm. "Deal." Everything's better shared after all right?
When we reached the Inquisition's new home, I gotta admit, even I was awed by what we found. Perched atop the edge of a small plateau, Skyhold looked to me like Man's middle finger against the elements. That they could build something as grand and sturdy as this, amidst both the altitude and the sheer geography. It's more than earned its name I think.
"Jesus Christ," I whispered as I took in the sight.While it was no Eyrie, it still screamed 'bring it motherfuckers'. A single imposing tower guarded a single narrow bridge that led into the keep proper. There were probably all sorts of other nuances of castle architecture I was missing out here, but it still looked damn impressive for an abandoned castle to me.
"I'll just assume that's some sort of thing you whisper when you're in awe," Eve said as she walked up beside me. "I admit, it is rather amazing right?"
"Damn right it is," I said as I just let it sink in. "I mean… to see it briefly in visions is one thing, to see it before you. To know it's real… that's another."
"I can't say I really know the feeling," she admitted. "Though, I feel like there's still so much more to discuss beyond the immediate."
"I imagine there's a lot more to talk about than 'you're holding your sword too tightly' or ' faster, again!'" I mimed her training voice.
That actually got her to laugh a bit. I imagine that caught a few stares from the caravan as it moved along the road while me and Eve took in the view.
"Well yes," she continued. "Like… where are you from? What's it like there? So many questions, so few answers."
"Well I have questions of my own milady," I said as I turned to face her. "The visions only say what happens, and that you're at the center of things. But… I don't know that much about you. So, I propose a trade then," I smiled. "A question for a question."
"Fair enough," she smiled back. "May I start?"
"Ladies first."
"Alright then," she said as she started walking along the road, by the caravan. "I've already gathered that you're from somewhere else not on Thedas, somewhere without even regular notions of magic, but could you kindly elaborate? At this point I know about distant Tevinter or the Qunari more than where you're from."
"That's fair," I said as I followed along. "Well, to be honest, I find everything here so…" I struggled, searching for a word that wouldn't convey too much offense. "HIstorical?"
'What do you mean?"
"We stopped using swords and shields in war centuries ago," I continued. "Everything I've seen here speaks of… an older time. Before my generation, or even my Grandfather's or great grandfather's."
"Imagine if you will, great towers of stone and glass, roads smoother than any cobblestone path, people able to travel from one end of the country to the other in hours, rather than days. People from two parts of the world talking to each other at the same time all without magic"
"It's rather hard to picture I admit."
"It'd be easier to show you," I said as I stopped and brought out my phone. "With this."
"I thought your people didn't have magic," she said as she took a look at it. "A shiny mirror, I assume it can show things?"
"Not magic despite how it may appear." I said. "Just… really really advanced technology. The process of centuries of work and innovation. I can't really begin to explain how it works really. Designed so that just about anyone could make use of it."
"May I?"
"Of course," I said as I handed her the phone. "You'll need to remove your gloves to use them. Just touch the glass and follow my directions."
Thankfully it looked like whatever script they used here, it was something that looked enough like english that she managed to unlock the screen without my aid. One less job for me then.
"Right, just press the err… picture button." I said as I peeked over her shoulder. "That will show you a lot of portraits of where I'm from."
She managed to do so well enough, and ended up opening my gallery of landscape pictures. What can I say, I like taking them of every city I go to.
"Maker..." she whispered. "I've never heard of such places, let alone seen something like this."
"Like I said, I feel like I'm in another time here." I shrugged. "Now fair's fair and all, my turn."
"Alright," she said as she handed me back my phone. "What would you like to know?"
"Well…" I struggled, seeking for a more amicable way of putting it before just ploughing on through. "I understand that you helped bring the Mage-Templar war to a close. You chose to seek the aid of the Templars in sealing the giant hole in the sky."
"The Breach you mean," she corrected. "And yes, I did."
"Well, why then? Why pick the Templars?"
She stopped walking then at the end of the question. I feared I may have crossed some line before she motioned for me to follow, away from earshot of others.
She brought me once more to the edge of the mountain, Skyhold (our soon to be home), still stood there, though the wind was beginning to pick up again. From here, I could make out tattered banners of some long dead lord still flapping with the wind.
"I'm a Trevelyan you know," she started as we stared out at the view. "We're a large family, and we've always been devout Andrastians, in both faith and service. My Uncles were Templars you know, and they always told me stories about the order. About how they were supposed to be champions of the just, protectors of the people. I was destined to join the order till the war started."
"At the Conclave… I remember I was supposed to meet them again you know?" she said as she turned to me. "They always believed the war was foolishness, and that we should instead seek a better way to handle the Mages than the current system. Kirkwall showed that it could be prone to abuse. "
"That's where it all started right?"
"Yes. It was then my uncles tried their best to keep tensions down but…" she shrugged. "I guess we all know how that turned out. The Conclave was supposed to be the answer to the war. It just prolonged, possibly even worsened it."
"So I went to the Templars, in the hopes of finding men like my uncles. Instead…"
"The Red Templars," I finished. "I'm so sorry."
"It was a hope." she continued. "A childish one perhaps, but it was a hope. People like my uncles… I think they would have despaired, much like many of the other survivors to have seen them brought so low. I know I did." she finished as she turned back to face Skyhold.
After that little bombshell, a deafening silence hung between us. She stood there staring as the wind continued to howl on, drowning out the march of the caravan as they made their trek towards Skyhold.
I was about to excuse myself right before she turned to face me. "So... I think it's my turn for a question."
"Well yes. In fact I feel like I owe you two for something… well like that." I mumbled as I looked away from her.
"It's fine. Really. " She waved. "Since now you know so much about me then… tell me more about yourself Vic de los Reyes. I mean it's obvious you're no warrior, but not much else is obvious."
"Well…" I started, as I turned towards her again, her face noticeably more…. solemn I guess. "I'm from a family of architects. I never really was into actually making buildings though. I mean I could certainly appreciate the beauty of them, but… well let's just say I can't draw for shit," which earned a small bit of laughter from Eve. "Anyways, I tried to make my own way into something else. Business. I studied for years before seeking work… Which, come to think of it, I never found before all this."
"That doesn't explain your proficiency with either of your weapons."
"Well…. I learned how to fence for a while a few years back. I was middling at that, but some lessons stick. As for my gun… it's a legacy of my family. A heirloom from my grandfather. Before I was dragged into the whims of fate, I was off to the family farm to… well reflect. Take time off, retreat from the rest of the world and look at myself and my faith I guess."
"That brings me to my next question I guess," she said as she resumed her walk. "Who do you worship? The Maker?"
"In a manner of speaking I suppose," I shrugged. "I've listened to a lot of your scripture these days thanks to those Chanters of yours. There are certainly similarities to my own faith."
"Please elaborate, I'd really like to know more."
"Well," I said as I stopped and set down my pack and starting fishing for my bible. "Explaining the basics might be a good review I guess."
"Right," I said as soon as I found and brought it out. "This here is The Bible, our holy book. This is all of scripture. Like your Chant of Light I guess."
"So it tells the tale of your prophet then?"
"Prophets, and only in part. It's… complicated. Just that most of it, the Old Testament, tells the tale of the savior's people before it became His story in the New Testament."
"Anyways, I grew up Catholic, My family's always been pious I guess. As for me? Well my parents follow it more out of habit, and because they were raised that way. I had to study parts of scripture, and what the Church, our Chantry I guess, says about them and their reasoning thanks to my school."
"I thought you were preparing to be a businessman? It sounds like you were raised to become a priest or a lay brother."
"Well my school taught a lot of secular things. Math, sciences, literature, philosophy. The deal was, you also had to go and learn about your faith as well. Over half my life learning under them really…' I paused as memories of that wonderful time came in.
"But none of this explains the basics." I continued. "There is one God, The Father. creator of Heaven and Earth. Jesus Christ, The son, conceived by the Holy Spirit, and who we… err killed."
"And like us, your God won't come back until your faith is spread everywhere I imagine because of that admittedly huge mistake?"
"Not… quite. You see, Jesus knew he was going to be sacrificed. He had all the power to go and stop it from happening. He let it happen, such was his love for all of man, that God would sacrifice His only Son so that we may be saved from our sins. He came back from the dead three days later anyway, and taught his disciples to spread the Word (which was basically don't be a dick) before ascending to Heaven. Now all Christians, provided they live as good and decent people , go to Heaven when they die. Anything more complicated… and well you'd need an actual priest for that."
"That… doesn't really make that much sense. I mean… you killed him."
"To be specific, nailed him to a cross after flogging him, and then let him die."
"So… after a slow death-"
"Jesus still asked God to forgive us. That was the great thing about him, he hung out with the people no one would touch and preach salvation for all, so long as one was a good person."
"So yeah. Christianity in a nutshell," I shrugged as I turned towards her. "There are lots of different err… disagreements between churches much like yours and Tevinter. Though I really really feel like this is missing a lot of nuances that are involved. Much like how I doubt I'll get to understand Andraste as much as you do too. Like Catholicism, one of the older ones, specializes in guilt. 'Jesus died for your sins, so be good or the devil will be after you!'" I mimed my old parish priest. A stark contrast to the school chaplain's be good to your neighbors schtick.
"What is the 'devil'? A demon of sorts?"
"Think fallen from grace angel… no that doesn't work work you don't have those. Think Chief Demon. Yeah, Big Kahuna demon and all who used to be one of God's… lieutenants. That's what angels are, his lieutenants. But none of this even touches the fact that I may be actually be blessed by Divine powers, but not of my God... thanks to me being Dragonborn and all."
"I mean… they're myth." I turned back towards Skyhold.Come to think of it, the place did look like that hold up on the Throat of The World, that Everest on steroids, where the Graybeards lived. "No one's ever found evidence they actually existed." What with it being a game. "No bones, no records. Just tales. Just stories. So we just thought them that. Stories, meant to help man not be monster. To know valor in the face of darkness. Yet here I stand, proof that something is messing with me."
I paused here as the… thoughts swam through. Strange ones. Troubling ones. Yet… I felt like I had to let it out. It just… wanted to be set free.
"It's things like this that make you doubt you know?" I shrugged as I turned towards her again. "Things that shake your belief… your faith in what you know. If… if what you are what you think you are. Who you believe to be. I know that right now… that retreat I planned is shaking me up far more than I ever thought it could." I finished with a grim chuckle.
I shrugged. "But that is the nature of faith I guess. You can't have faith without doubt. My teacher told me that once. I guess I'll have all this time to figure that out. Maybe you could help me out yourself?"
"I could use that myself." she shrugged as we both stood there amidst the wind and snow. "You're blessed by a god you don't believe in, I'm supposedly the second coming of Andraste herself."
"Together, we fight crime!" I joked earning a brief chuckle from her. "But yeah. We've some… similar experiences now that I think of it. I could use another perspective in this sort of thing you know?"
"A deal then," she said as she extended her hand. "We'll talk about our own little faith related incidents. Just talk. I think… it'll be good for our peace of mind."
I hesitated before I shook her hand, nice and firm. "Deal." Everything's better shared after all right?
In the religion comparison, some more back and forth comparisons should be made imo.
Right now its seems to be teetering on the "CHRISTIANITY. YES!" at least to me. *shrug*
"Whereas we burned our savior at the stake."
"yeaaaah, between you and I? I don't think we humans have a very good track record with saviors."
But pushing that aside, yes! I always liked the parallels between the Chantry and Catholicism(Really organized religion in general)
Right now its seems to be teetering on the "CHRISTIANITY. YES!" at least to me. *shrug*
"Whereas we burned our savior at the stake."
"yeaaaah, between you and I? I don't think we humans have a very good track record with saviors."
But pushing that aside, yes! I always liked the parallels between the Chantry and Catholicism(Really organized religion in general)
NeverDies
Classy Coleoptera ಠ_ರೃ
- Location
- Colorado
It is an interesting crisis Vic finds himself in.
Because if he is a dragonborn, then it means Akatosh exists. And if Akatosh exists, then that means the Godhead exists. And if the Godhead exists, that means that Vic is a part of its dream. And that gets to the tricky part, where Vic realises he might not actually exist.
The only thing I could see giving him any hope of being a real being, is that the ROB just made him a dragonborn, without actually making him suffer all the consequences of being one.
Because if he is a dragonborn, then it means Akatosh exists. And if Akatosh exists, then that means the Godhead exists. And if the Godhead exists, that means that Vic is a part of its dream. And that gets to the tricky part, where Vic realises he might not actually exist.
The only thing I could see giving him any hope of being a real being, is that the ROB just made him a dragonborn, without actually making him suffer all the consequences of being one.
Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
not necessarily.
- Location
- Edmonton
- Pronouns
- He/Him
so in this timeline the great green asshole in the sky is still open. I haven't played the other choices in Inqusition yet, can someone tell me what major divergences siding with the templars cause? As in no matter what your previous decisions in the last games they still happen if you side with the templars?
Notice how this Vic's different from Diplomancer Vic? Subtle changes per situation and timeline
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
Christianity yes is not a bad thing in the specific context of this being an SI and him beleiving it to be so. He doesn't seem to. He seems to acknolwedge the dickery of people while liking the don't be a dick thing.
But Characterisation! VIC I LOVE it. Small training then character talk. Training with voice being spiriual. Yosh.
captainmelgar
CLEANSE! PURGE! BEFRIEND!
- Location
- ouy dniheb thgir ma i
that's if the story of eldar scrolls is the same as the reality of eldar scrolls
could be that the whole godhead was added by the developers
Dimensionist
Grandmaster of Apologism, Keeper of the Faith
- Location
- Bangalore, India
I usually dislike writers bringing religion into the story, because it typically turns into an overly opinionated, my-side-can-do-no-wrong bashfest of all other faiths and disbelievers ... (fuck you, writer who had Bellatrix Lestrange go through a personality transplant because Christianity, fuck you).
But this was handled fairly well. Props, Vic.
But this was handled fairly well. Props, Vic.
It's real tricky. Balance is what I seek. Just enough crisis of faith not firebrand preacher
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
If you were an actual fire brand preacher that would not be an issue unless you failed to have people correctly firebrand back, moderate back, ignore or hate you.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
I don't understand what this means, please clarify.
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
It means this is an SI fic. If the Si was a person who'd be a firebrand preacher or otherwise be over bearing with his religion people should react accordingly whether that be embracing it, ignoring it, fire branding back or etx.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Hmph, religion...
On one hand, the belief in a higher entity you have no proof for their existence.
On the other hand, faith that we're not alone in this pitiful life.
Both are good. Both are bad. Let's not argue on this subject.
On one hand, the belief in a higher entity you have no proof for their existence.
On the other hand, faith that we're not alone in this pitiful life.
Both are good. Both are bad. Let's not argue on this subject.
The Three Prime Edicts of the Imperial Truth (My Fanon, not Actual.)
Cleanse the Galaxy of all Xeno so Mankind may Prosper
The Emperor extends His will to us when we destroy the wicked and impure to reconquer the galaxy in His name. The Emperor leads the galaxy to righteousness, and thus we must petition for His judgement on the wicked... for it is judgement without mercy.
Purge the Darkness from Mankind's Path and Spread His Light
To the darkness I bring fire. To the ignorant I bring faith. Those who welcome these gifts may live, but I will visit naught but death and eternal damnation on those who refuse them.
Kill the Alien, the Mutant, the Heretic wherever we may fin them
We are weapons. There is the Emperor, and there is war. Nothing more.
Cleanse the Galaxy of all Xeno so Mankind may Prosper
The Emperor extends His will to us when we destroy the wicked and impure to reconquer the galaxy in His name. The Emperor leads the galaxy to righteousness, and thus we must petition for His judgement on the wicked... for it is judgement without mercy.
Purge the Darkness from Mankind's Path and Spread His Light
To the darkness I bring fire. To the ignorant I bring faith. Those who welcome these gifts may live, but I will visit naught but death and eternal damnation on those who refuse them.
Kill the Alien, the Mutant, the Heretic wherever we may fin them
We are weapons. There is the Emperor, and there is war. Nothing more.
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Durn is stuck in the Cairn forever. Besides... Vic has other means of obtaining a bitching ride.