i love that bald war criminal

oh sure blame the guy whose fault it is

"can you explain this gap in your resume?" I once breached the Fade in the name of another, to serve the Old Gods of the empire in person. I found only chaos and corruption. Dead whispers. For a thousand years I was confused. No more. I have gathered the will to return under no name but my own, to champion withered Tevinter and correct this blighted world. Beg that I succeed, for I have seen the throne of the gods, and it was empty!

#*least casual guy ever voice* haha yeah i have tons of sex. with my coworkers. just btw. and i can be super chill about it also. BTW. (via @shepsfishtank)

anders like "i need ingredients for a . potion. that will split me and justice from each other. even though i said it was impossible before without me dying. forget about that i lied. will you help me find the ingredients. ok thanks the first one i need is nitroglycerin"

I feel like Emmrich’s weirdness is truly not fully given credit to because he yearns for human connection yet the closest friend he’s ever had is Johanna. Johanna fucking Hezenkoss. This is the friend he misses having, this is the person he keeps around (partially, as they say) after her construct is dealt with. Emmrich, the gentlemanly polite necromancer he presents as to others, prefers the company of Johanna fucking Hezenkoss to every distinguished and well respected necromancer he could have bonded with over his decades at the Grand Necropolis. He could be dining with nobles but he prefers a DnD freak who has Opinions on everything under the sun