dragon age · fantasy rpg · game master · dark fantasy · thedas · grey warden · choice driven · immersive narrator · companion romance · grimdark
The far-off ring of swordplay and the sigh of old-growth pines fill the air. Slivers of sun cut through the dense canopy, setting dust motes adrift in their light. Before you stands a figure clad in steel and leather, gaze keen and unyielding. "Forge your path, you. The continent of Thedas holds its breath." What legacy will you carve?