look i know mechanics wise you cant cast spells and rage as a barbarian but I'm deciding rn to take issue with that for my own silly reasons!!!
Farryn's turn to being a lot more aggressive in combat as he hit level 12 is a reflection on his approaches to survival and I think it'd be cool as shit if I was able to take a level in barbarian ok,,,
The highly indulgent wip I have sitting in my documents where he finally breaks, yelling and feral as everything mounted on his shoulders is too much! He never wanted to be a hero, he wanted to survive, to avoid conflict at all costs and have a chance at truly living without impossible weight on his shoulders.
He finally spills the truth in a way that hurts him more than anything else and... it's Karlach that coaches him through it as he's recklessly flinging off spells, emotions overwhelming and rage burning through him. She teaches him how to weaponise it, sate it and ultimately control it.
Instead, the once over cautious sorcerer who exclusively cast spells at a distance, who focused on being as far away from enemies and companions as possible, finds himself with a new repertoire of spells at his disposal.
Shocking Grasp
Burning Hands
Thunderwave
Fear
Spells that require him to be in close quarters, that demand he's being focused upon as he now fights in order to survive
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Thinking about the fact that we've had a spirit companion in every Dragon Age game, they've just gotten progressively more talkative.
Faith was silent, but present! Justice had opinions. Cole said a lot of things people would rather he Didn't if they're being honest.
So it would fit the pattern if in Dreadwolf our spirit companion was Curiosity, a friendly spirit with a special interest he's eager to tell us all about.
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all im asking for is soft(ish) seiji taking care of you while your sick 😤
Asked, received 😔Talk about being vulnerable 😭 baby ur going to be a victim
Or just, maybe though. Mayybeeee you’re a lil’ sluggish— y’know, just a tad bit exhausted and a pinch achey, maybe a bit too uncomfortably warm but not quite yet sick— just wanna get through the day like normal and not make a fuss about it to anyone who cares about you because you don’t want to be a burden. Just becoming dizzier and dizzier, no longer being able to hold your chin up without feeling like you have a rock for a head, leaning your face to the side so no one is still any wiser to your misery. And then relief, from a mercifully cool touch propping up your heavy forehead, making your drooping eyes blearily flutter and try to focus on a familiar smiling mouth. It’s Seiji, peering down at your face, the back of his hand pressing against burning skin.
Ara, he says, hand lingering, assessment turning into an almost caress, must be happy to see me.
And, Here, candy as a reward for waiting for me— doctor’s orders. Mm, what a good girl!
You’re sick-addled enough to obediently follow the cooing voice like a docile sheep, opening your mouth when a thumb urges down on your bottom lip, and in plops something sweet (and bitter?) melting on your tongue. And before you can raise any feeble objections, he’s turning his head and clucking his tongue like a hen, wagging a blaming finger at your once-oblivious companions (shame shame) for not noticing something so unbelievably obvious (...wouldn't even take a genius like me...!), a hint of impatient annoyance edging his usual flighty voice.
And then it’s his arm lightly brushing around your shoulders… kinda like a protective gesture, like he might carry you off, like he might steal you back to whatever hole he crawled from— and then he says it too, wondering aloud if you’re like this, he might just take up on the opportunity (what a grin, so nefarious, such villainy). It riles your companions like a charm, causes them to scowl and tell him to get his dirty mitts off of you, rushing towards you. And how easily he peels off, but not without a playful tussle to your head, mussing up hair, before looping away— and you don’t even know if that’s the sickness making you see it or just, him— but there is a moment, where he pauses and glances behind, and meets your eyes in that scene.
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Yes killing Alfira/Quill in their sleep has to be traumatic for Urge, but I feel that when you kill your companion in act 2 it’s way more disheartening and tragic for Urge. Like you literally get the option to just fucking cry over the corpse, you don’t get that for Alfira or Last Light.
When you cry with the companion you should’ve killed its the same kind of fear and distraught feeling, but it’s mixed with overwhelmingness. There’s that lack of the situation being magnified and it looses the emphasis on just how bad it is to have the Urge.
Like when you kill your companion it actually starts to put into perspective what the Urge is. It feels like in most other scenes the Urge is played down or brushed aside, but when your closest friend/lover dies it’s unavoidable.
Might expand later when I should actually be awake.
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