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I had a great time playing DA:O and DA2, though DA2 felt a bit too hacky-slashy for my tastes. I understood the need to speed up the combat and make it more exciting, but it came at the expense of realism and the careful, tactical planning that made the first game such a joy. I could do without...

The Three Musketeers, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and the Golden Compass :x

Alliance till I die. Also a Scarlet \m/(-,..,-)\m/ For Lordaeron!

Numbers, Training, Artillery. In order of importance.

"They shall not, my liege. I hold no illusions; My kind are dangerous. Too dangerous to be allowed to live. This, I understand all too well... but I am not like them, M'lord. Where they have succumbed, I have preserved. Where they gave in to the darkness, I have beaten it back. I do not ask that...

Skaar felt something he hadn't felt since his body had been fused with one of the Dead Souls; he felt pride. A sense of accomplishment. Everything he had worked towards, the years of pentinence... it seemed as if it was all finally paying off. "Your will shall be followed, my Lord. I shall leave...

Exactly what I'd expect from the people at EQ. It doesn't surprise me, given how desperate they are to bring back the old players... =I Sorry bucko'. Cataclysm will crush you.

Skaar nodded slowly "Exactly. It would appear that this... advisor... has taken certain 'precautions' outside of the law... and who knows what else. It would be best to remain wary; I have not sensed the presence of another of my kind here yet, but if what I've felt is correct, then he may be...

Skaar grunted, sitting back straight in his saddle as he left his trance. His attempt had been entirely succesful; it was just a pity that his target had been an utter idiot, and hadn't been told anything more than "Guard them until I return". But one thing had proved a challenge; his target had...

'nuff said. Oh, and that pictures proportion is correct; night elves are, on average, 7'ft tall or more.

Skaar scowled from behind his Skullhelm; this stank of treachery, pure and simple. Something was not right here. "I do not like this" He muttered to his companions, before shaking his hooded and helmed head, and closing his eyes. He reached out with his mind to the men and the king's advisor...