I was Born for This

It felt like shit was always about to hit the fan in Thedas, somewhere. If not a blight than, a war of some sorts, civil or otherwise. Then there were the threats like Corypheus fucking shit up, or a mage templar rebellion, the veil falling. Most days he just felt lucky to be alive and relatively healthy and unscathed by most of the larger events. He wasn’t sure how much longer that would be the case though, with this ancient elf posing as a god and all the unrest with the Antivan Crows.

Honestly I’m just thankful the blights are over, but sadly that doesn’t mean we’re anywhere close to being out of hot water. We’re still recovering from the fires that plagued us a couple of months ago that wreaked havoc with the crops all across Antiva, Rivain and the Free Marches. There’s this ancient elf asshole who thinks himself a god, that can’t end well. He shrugged and took a drink of his wine.