I’m playing Dragon Age for the first time. If that wasn’t enough to give every member of TheGamer staff heart palpitations and every member of the Facebook comments section enough ammunition to fire at me for eternity, it’s also my first BioWare game.
When I was at school and would happily spend every second of my free time playing hundreds of hours of RPGs, me and my friends were more Bethesda than BioWare. I’m not trying to stir up some kind of rivalry where there isn’t really one, but when all your friends are talking about Fallout and Elder Scrolls, you want to join in the conversation. Anyway, I’m getting around to BioWare games now, and I’m starting with Dragon Age: Origins.
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As with nearly every RPG I play, I made some mistakes when leveling up. I’ve got some inopportune abilities and put too many points into Constitution and too few into Dexterity. I wanted to make my Dwarf Commoner a two-handed tank, but after letting Morrigan join the party, I kinda want to be a Mage too, even though that would mean starting over. These are just general RPG problems (I restarted Divinity: Original Sin 2 three times because I was so indecisive about my build), but my biggest issue is with my dog.
The dog in Dragon Age: Origins is a Mabari war hound, a beast of pure muscle bred for one purpose: to kill, maim, or otherwise violently injure whoever or whatever you set him upon. I guess that’s three purposes, but they live under the same purpose umbrella. Your faithful canine companion comes up to your waist in height, and is nearly as wide as tanks like Alistair or Sten, and yet is practically useless on the battlefield.
At the start, Merlin was a valued member of my party.
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