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At Camp – A Dragon Age Diary

*spoilers* Monday This damn camp is freezing, at least the Alienage was warm on occasion. I suppose there is less murder, rape and oppression here, but still, it’s cold. Alistair was whining again today that the armor I keep giving him doesn’t match and he looks like a ‘tool’. I just agreed and laughed at him but explained that this is the best I can supply at the minute. We got talking about his time in the Chantry before he became a Grey Warden – then he starts telling me about the underbelly of the Templars and my mind starts…

Back to Vvardenfell – petty crimiality

Out of the Customs Office I come into the world of Morrowind – a little town called Seyda Neen (I know this from long term memory by the way). It’s stunning. The mod’s I’ve installed have made this place far better than what it was. The trees, the grass, the people especially – it’s all just…better. If you go back to Morrowind you have to mod it, it’s like Morrowind 1.5 – the bastard child of it and it’s younger brother oblivion. The first person I see is Fargoth (I also know his name from memory), a High Elf with…