Now it’s time to start bitching out Dragon Age in excrutiating detail. Might as well start with the origins. Like I said before, having a selection of character origins to choose from is a great idea. Too bad some of the origins suck harder than Zevran in my tent last night. Gay zing!
Dalish Elf: Let me tell you right now: I fucking hate elves. They’re basically the Eurotrash of the fantasy world. If your fantasy setting has elves in it, they’d better be pretty fucking creative to convince me to like them.
Dalish Elves are pretty fucking uncreative.
Coincidentally, this is also the worst origin. It gets off to a promising start when you get to slaughter some humans in cold blood, but then it turns into a boringly unoriginal dungeon crawl that you have to backtrack through twice, and then your stupid-ass friend who you (the player) don’t care about dies. Then you get infected by Darkspawn and have to join the Grey Wardens and you never get to see your clan ever again.
Basically it’s a huge fucking waste of time that has nothing to do with the main story. It reads like it was written by somebody who just thought “elves + magic = cool” and that adding interesting characters or emotional connections to that premise would be unnecessary. It would’ve been nice if that magic mirror was important later on, but no, Bioware just throws that away like they forgot it existed.
At some point you get to bore some children to death by telling them about the history of the elves. Just thought I’d mention that.
City Elf: See, Bioware can do something creative with elves. They can make them into pointy-eared Jews.
I do actually like the idea of the City Elves, probably because it takes those fucking treehugger fashion models down a peg or three. It helps that this origin is one of the better ones. It’s got pathos! Characters you’ll develop emotional attachments to! A cartoonishly evil villain who wants to rape some hot elf ass!
Well, two out of three ain’t bad. Seriously, though, having a villain kidnap some female characters to rape them is the edgy new version of having them tie ladies to railroad tracks while twirling their mustache. It’s fucking lazy characterization. That’s nothing unusual for Bioware villains, though.
Dwarf Commoner: This origin starts with your sister being whored out, so, way to keep things classy, Bioware. The rest is fairly unexciting except for that arena fighting sequence that went on way longer than it needed to. Bioware had to throw in their mandatory boring arena fight somewhere, I guess.
What you can take away from this origin is that the Grey Wardens will recruit damn near anyone. Got a criminal background? Been arrested for a heinous crime? Here’s your griffin, here’s your sword, here’s your magical immunity to legal prosecution.
Dwarf Noble: Now we’re getting into the good stuff. You’re a prince, there’s political intrigue everywhere, and you get the chance to do a little political manipulation yourself. And you have a butler!
Here’s the best part: the character you thought was the obvious villain turns out not to be the real villain! See, at first you’re thinking that the ending’s going to be really predictable because Bioware likes their villains big, loud, and obvious. But then you realize they’ve actually managed to be clever for once! Even better, this origin actually ties into one of the main plots later on!
Then they ruin it by making you go through a boring dungeon crawl and then you just kind of randomly run into the Gray Wardens and join up with them for no good reason.
I can just imagine the writers pounding their heads against the wall trying to figure out a way to get an exiled dwarf prince into the Wardens. It’s midnight and they all just want to go home and drink themselves in a stupor so they don’t have to think about any more stupid fucking dwarves. “I’ve got it!” one of them says, grinning like a twelve-year-old on crack. “Why don’t we just have him join up with the wardens for no good reason? That way, we can leave it up to the player to figure out his motivations!”
“Sounds good to me,” says another guy, “but do you think you could throw some rape in there?”
Human Noble: Attention Bioware: this is how you do it. Almost. You only fucked up one thing!
The key is that you actually get to care about your family. The whole first act of the origin is so endearing that I didn’t even mind too much that my first quest was to go kill some rats in the kitchen – and, by the way, that kind of metacommentary isn’t cute any more, it’s just a lack of creativity passed off as humor. Of course, now that you’re attached to your family, it’s time to kill them all off. That’s where the origin starts to fall down.
If Arl Howe has been your father’s trusted friend for years, then why would he slaughter your entire family? If you guessed “just because Bioware wanted to make him into a villain,” you’re goddamned right. It’s possible that your father is just the most unobservant motherfucker in Thedas and thought Howe was just joking when he said, “I hope you don’t mind if I bring my army to your estate, because I was planning on slaughtering your family and taking your land.” I give my fictional dad more credit than that, though.
The phrase “poorly-written Bioware villain” is going to come up so often that I’m just going to go ahead and abbreviate it as “PWBV” right now. Actually, I take that back. Cute acronyms are stupid.
Magi: The problem with the Mage origin is that it isn’t about the main character, it’s about two other random characters who your character is really interested in helping out for some reason. The entire point of having these origins is that they’re supposed to be about your character. Apparently your mage is so unimaginative and/or lazy she never thought about breaking out of the Tower on her own.
This brings up an issue with RPG writing in general – nothing is ever the player character’s idea. Whatever you do, some NPC always has to suggest it to you first. Just once I’d like to see the player character decide what needs to be done instead of running around taking marching orders from some random fucker who’s too lazy to do things for himself.








