Rambling (Not Quite A) Review (Yet) – Dragon Age: The Veilguard Part I

When the release of the new Dragon Age game was announced, after a long ten year wait, I was both relieved, that it was going to happen in my lifetime, and excited that I might get resolution on some of the story threads that had been woven through the previous three games.

Then, last summer, at San Diego Comic Con, a Dragon Age panel with voice actors from the games was scheduled. The Sis and I made it, met the actors, and got their autographs on an oversized print (see above). They were charming, and kind, and oh so positive about their experience and excited for us to play, that we left feeling hopeful for what was to come.

Fast forward a few months, and nearly everyone with an advance copy unleashed their negativity. I ignored all of it because I really didn’t care what anyone thought, I was always going to play it, and I would have my own opinion without being influenced by people who’s thoughts on it didn’t truly matter to me.

I didn’t buy it right away, which I sort of felt bad about, but I was deep into Baldur’s Gate 3, and I knew, regardless of how BG3 had me smitten, which was completely, I would turn away and play Dragon Age without a second thought. The Sis surprised me with it for Christmas, and after staring at it for a week, I succumbed. I finished my first play through, and I have some thoughts.

Strike that, I have a lot of thoughts. So many in fact, that I think I’m going to have to write this in (at least) two parts.

Sorry.

For those of you who have been with me for a while, you’re well aware of my relationship with the Dragon Age universe. I love it. I love the characters, the story, the lore, and the fandom because they create the most wonderful things. Not only do I have a bit of merch and write fan fiction, I also have a tattoo, and I don’t feel like I’ve even scratched the surface in any of those areas. I always want more.

When the first game, Dragon Age: Origins was released back in 2009, I hadn’t played a video game in years. I had had a lot on my plate for a while, but I saw a commercial for it and I knew.

I had to play it. And I loved it.

It was everything I liked – medieval setting with fantasy elements, dragons, magic, overwhelming odds, an eclectic band of heroes, while also being an RPG (role playing game), where your actions have actual in-world consequences – all the hours spent in this universe…it’s a decision I have never come to regret.

So let’s do a little overview of this world prior to the new game.

In DAO you choose one of six “origin” (human, elf, or dwarf) stories to play as, but no matter which route you chose, you end up being recruited to be part of an old world order known as the Grey Wardens. They are a fabled group, known for their sacrifice in the face of great evil, and in game one, the greatest threat, a Blight, is on the horizon. Hordes of darkspawn, LOTR-like orcs, are lead by an old god-turned dragon known as an archdemon. Only a Warden can kill an archdemon, and by game’s end, there are only a few of you left.

This was the introduction to this world and its people. It was dark and gritty. There were interesting characters, many of whom could be either recruited to your cause, or surprisingly, left for dead at the hands of fate, or your own. There were difficult decisions, and the story left a lasting impression.

Shockingly, on the heels of the success of Origins, Dragon Age 2 was released only two years later to mixed reviews. You play as Hawke, a refugee fleeing the Blight with their family, who becomes a champion to the city of Kirkwall and its people. For most fans, the two big negatives for this game were the lack of choice of race for Hawke, you could only be human, and the reuse of floorplans. Every dungeon was the same design, but honestly, with only two years to create a whole game from scratch, I don’t have much of a problem with it.

We are, again, introduced to some of the best characters, many who continue into game three, and beyond, including Hawke who ended up as the fan favorite protagonist of the DAU. In Act 2, an object is discovered that creates one of the biggest plot points for this world, and a war between the mages and their overseers, the Templars, ensues which, in turn, sparks the events of game three. In one of the DLCs, we are introduced to a creature who is thought of as one of the first ever darkspawn. He plays a major role in game three.

Dragon Age Inquisition was then released just three years later and was an instant hit. It won Game of the Year. It was pretty to look at, it was a fairly large open-ish world, and there was a huge story. The characters continued to be amazing, and the romance aspect was so well done, you actually felt butterflies when you interacted with your love interest. There were political and religious implications, the Grey Wardens were being manipulated and thus had become a threat, and Hawke made an appearance to help.

One of your companions is an elf named Solas. He’s wise and a bit sad, and if you play as a female elf, he’s a romance option. No matter how you play, you learn that Solas is, in fact, an ancient elf, more like a god, known to all from history as The Dread Wolf, who’s responsible for creating a magical barrier that separates the mortal world from a magical one. It’s referred to as the Veil and it plays a part in each game in some manner. Solas is the puppet master of game three, playing out his grand plan from the shadows with the creature from DA2 taking the lead. By the end of Inquisition, a choice is laid out before you, save or destroy your friend, Solas.

So, with ten years in development, expectations for game four, previously known as Dragon Age: The Dread Wolf renamed Dragon Age: The Veilguard were high. Behind the scenes, for years, there was a lot of concern as people who had been with the developer, BioWare for a long time left the company. There seemed to be quite a bit of upheaval, and anyone associated with any of the previous games were no longer present. Updates were few and far between, there were large gaps of silence, and delays continued, bringing expectations down.

And then there was Baldur’s Gate 3.

I feel like it changed the landscape on the whole. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever played, and its release the year before probably had an effect on gamers. We saw what was possible, and now we wanted it, from every game we were going to play going forward, to some degree.

I haven’t read all the details of the behind the scenes drama, but as a long time fan of the series, I can say, without any bias from outside sources, that Dragon Age: The Veilguard is a disappointment.

I know. I’m sad about it.

There are a number of things to like, but they are slightly overshadowed by the negatives. The one that immediately stood out to me is that the game feels like it was designed for a younger audience. There was also a feeling of hand holding, if that a makes sense.

Since there were 15 years between the first and last game, you would think that the developers would have considered their fanbase and their advancing age. Yes, you want to make a game accessible to new fans, and old alike, but by game 4, with a continuing story line, maybe they should have kept that at the forefront of the process.

Okay, so that’s a lot of background, and I barely hinted at an actual review….oh my. I’m changing the name of this post, since it’s not that, not yet.

I hope you’ll stick around for Part Two.

It’s Official. I Am Older Than I Have Ever Been.

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I turned 50 this week. Yes, you read that correctly.

Five. Zero.

I don’t even think it was a year after I started my blog that I wrote a post about turning 40. And now here we are.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the people I knew growing up who were in their 50s and I can’t believe I am now where they were. They were “old”. They were not just adults, but my elders. They had lived full lives, during decades of great change.

I’m still trying to figure some things out…including, “How am I 50?!”

I’m going to repost my 40 Random and True Things from my previous birthday post with a few updates, and add 10 more to celebrate this momentous occasion. ((insert laugh-cry))

  1. According to my mother, I was the first girl born to my father’s family in 90 years.  He was English (so I suppose it’s in my DNA) and gave me two middle names.
  2. I was born in Canada outside of Toronto.
  3. Evidently I was a born swimmer, jumping into the pool when I was about 2 with no floaties and no lessons.  I’ve been swimming ever since.  I love the water.
  4. I once missed the bus because I forgot my pink elephant, Pinky, for Show-and-Tell.  I still have it.
  5. I’m still friends with a girl I met in kindergarten.
  6. I used to sleepwalk occasionally as a child.
  7. I had (still kind of do have) a fascination with fire, and was caught on a few occasions playing with it – like burning the back of the seat of my stepfather’s car. Oh yeah.
  8. I did not like ketchup, until recently, but would eat tomatoes.
  9. I used to have the horrible habit of rolling my eyes…at everything and once fought with my third grade teacher about the date.  I argued that the calendar must be wrong.  Wow.
  10. I had hair that hung nearly mid-thigh and often pretended to be Madison from Splash – my hair was always green during the summer months.
  11. The first boy I ever had a crush on was named Tommy, but I also thought Kenny Rogers was a “fox”.  So there’s that.
  12. Tom Jones brought me on stage once and sang to me.  I still have the album he signed for me.
  13. I was in fifth grade when we watched the unfortunate events of the Challenger Space Shuttle take off, and I can still remember it clearly.
  14. I had my bike stolen in fifth grade from outside my house and I got in trouble for it. I wrote my first “novel” about running away from home because my stepfather was a jerk about it.
  15. The book about running away was a school project; we were given a blank hardback book and that was what inspired me to be a writer – the book, not the story. 🙂
  16. I was a ballerina for 16 years.
  17. I once tried out for cheerleading, but quickly realized it was not for me.  I joined the volleyball team instead, and regularly hated the cheerleaders’ perpetual perkiness.
  18. I was the third tallest kid in jr. high behind two boys, Conrad and Dean. I was one of the three tallest girls in high school.
  19. I topped out at 6 feet tall by the time I was 18.
  20. I had to wear guy’s jeans until I was almost 20 because they were the only pants that had inseam length.  I still have a problem finding clothes that are the right length; my sleeves are always too short, and pants a little high water.
  21. When I was 14, I met my friend Jill at a church youth group camp.  We thought we’d be pastors’ wives…oh how the times have changed.
  22. My mother entered me in a beauty pageant at 15.  I didn’t crack the top 10.
  23. I did modeling in my teens and was told by a photographer to lose 10 lbs.  I was 5’10” and 125 lbs at the time.  I quit modeling shortly thereafter.
  24. I sang in my junior high and high school choirs.
  25. I’ve always had very long hair and when I was 15, I rode a go-cart without a cover on the engine.  My unbound hair whipped in, and I lost nearly half the hair on the left side of my head. I ended up cutting off about 3 feet of hair to get rid of the burnt, mangled bits.
  26. I had my first kiss at 16 with my best friend at the time, Eric.  He thought we should lose our virginities together.
  27. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 29 and planned on writing a screenplay about it; the 40-Year Old Virgin beat me to it.  I had a friend who suggested I sell “it” to the highest bidder, like a geisha and at least make a profit.
  28. I played volleyball for years, despite not getting my varsity letter my junior year because I went on a French Club trip to see The Phantom of the Opera that coincided with state finals.  I didn’t play my senior year out of spite – still so stubborn.
  29. I did not go to my Senior Prom.  The boy I liked thought I was going with someone else and didn’t ask.  At our 10 year reunion he apologized. 🙂
  30. I considered being a showgirl, but was told I was too nice for the business.
  31. I was 19 when I discovered England was “home”, and the love affair began.  I’ve only been back once since.  Maybe that’s why no place feels like home?!
  32. My brother and I thought about opening up a tea shop, and while in research mode, snuck into a tea convention.  Such a rebel.
  33. Titanic was the first movie I ever saw alone.
  34. I went back to college after a 5 year hiatus and graduated 2 months shy of my 30th birthday.
  35. I’ve been a vegetarian for 8 years.  It was then that I discovered I’m lactose intolerant, but I’m never giving up cheese or ice cream! Now it’s been 18 years with many borderline vegan.
  36. I haven’t been on a date in 5 years, as I swore off men until I got my career off the ground.  I’m willing to lift the ban for the one who “gets me”. Oh, this is a whole other conversation.
  37. I hate horror movies and country music. Don’t come for me.
  38. I have almost every ticket from every movie I’ve ever seen at the theater.
  39. I don’t like drugs because of the loss of control.  I’m a bit of a control freak.  I’ve “smoked” like 3 times and did shrooms once.  It caused me to react with this weird hysterical laugh/cry thing that I did not care for.
  40. Inevitably, no matter where I work, I get the nickname Princess.  The Sis says it’s because it’s obvious.  I’ve always felt a kinship to Cinderella.

And now the 10 new random facts. I’m going to try to be positive.

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  1. Pink is my favorite color, all shades.
  2. Truffle and lavender are among my favorite flavors.
  3. I have a like/dislike relationship with olives, melons, and BBQ flavored things.
  4. The Sis and I got geek tattoos together for her 30th birthday, and now we have new ones planned for my 50th.
  5. I used to decorate cakes.
  6. I used to be the youngest among my friends and coworkers, for a long time. Now the kids under 30 I work with call me “Mom”. Yeah.
  7. For as bad as my memory is, I can still recall two of the best meals I’ve ever had – Nobu in Malibu and Gary Danko’s in San Francisco.
  8. One of the best things I ever did for myself – backpacking in Europe in my 20s.
  9. Deserted island playlist: Enya, Muse, Hans Zimmer, Depeche Mode, and Lady Gaga. This was hard to narrow down.
  10. Favorite “things” in the whole world – my two furkids.

I’m not sure what life lessons are to be found here, but if you need big sister-auntie-mom energy, I’m here for you.

I haven’t officially celebrated yet, that’ll be later this week, but it feels good to spend some time here with all of you. So, thank you! And Happy Birthday to me! ((insert laugh-cry))

xx, Rach

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #30

The planner is still working for me ((thumbs up)). I set some time aside to write three new flash fiction pieces, making 5 of 16. And it’s only February. I’m already so far ahead of last year.

Why did no one tell me of this before?! Sheesh. I feel like I should have figured this out sooner, and I’d be so much further along in all aspects of my life. This is one of those things that comes with age. Right?

Anyway, here are February’s offerings.

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Humans

Humans were obsessed with space. They hadn’t even discovered the entirety of their own planet, and yet they were willing to traverse the vastness of dark space. They were silly creatures; prone to all manner of emotional outburts and frivolity. We had been among them for years, and they were none the wiser. We had done what we could to aid them in their advancement of basic “humanity” and science, but they were a stubborn bunch, only willing to coexist and rally around one another for the most inane of causes. They so rarely saw eye to eye

We had finally had our fill, unwilling to continue to bear witness to their ever declining state and left them to their own devices one autumn evening in spectacular fashion. Or so we thought. We timed it with one of their own explorative device launches, but they never saw it. They never knew what we had tried to do for them, what we had done for them. It’s not even worth mentioning now. Perhaps we’ll see them again one day. Perhaps not. Only time will tell what they’ll make of themselves.

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Fibonacci

Casi stood in the center of the church, a kalidescope of color raining down upon her from above. She looked up, overwhelmed by the beauty of the hundreds of stained glass panels spiraling in a Fibonacci pattern from the tallest dome of the structure. The colors told a story, one she wasn’t adept at interpreting, but she felt the impact nonetheless.

The colors were only truly present at high noon when the sun, at it’s zenith, reflected their purpose, so there was only a short time each day to spend in reflection. Casi was given an hour. Her special ability was being tested, albeit unfairly. She had only just come into her power, and discovering the intention of the ancient marvel was something she wasn’t prepared for. She wasn’t sure she ever would be. Whoever had designed the unique feature had been touched in their own way.

Dad

It’s hard to think of Death as anything other than what he is

He’s the inescapable end

The intangible

The anti-thesis

The great neutralizer

The last measure for which almost all beings are desperate to avoid, and willing to barter and sacrifice any and all in an attempt at thwarting his purpose. It rarely works.

He’s also a father. My father. I call him Daddy when I’m feeling especially light-hearted, and although I’m mortal, he treats me like the rarest, most spectacular being to have ever existed. With so many afraid of him, unwilling to greet him, even those he considers his peers, I was an unexpected delight to his lonely existence. 

You may wonder how it is a mortal child found herself in Death’s grasp without crossing over. It’s not that exciting a story, just luck, I suppose, that a sad deity took pity on an abandoned tot.

There was a time he was afraid to touch me, because each time he did, it stilled my heart, but eventually, it no longer had an effect, I became something else. And how could I not share my affection with him? Mortals crave contact, and he discovered it was something he needed as well. So while I may have been raised in a strange realm, with an unconvential parent, I thrive. I live. Something that might not have occurred should I have been left alone that winter’s night long ago. 

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I’d be delighted to read your creations, if you’d like to join me in the writing prompt challenge. Be sure to tag me or put a link in the comments, and I’ll share your work here, with your permission, of course.

Happy Writing!