So there’s this thing I’ve been babbling about for a few months, you might have heard about it? You know, where I’m going to re-do everything Dragon Age? Turns out, that’s actually a thing after all, in spite of how much of a distraction Final Fantasy XV’s been the last few months.
Other than getting FFXV somewhat out of the way, I’ve been struggling with tweaking little things that I wanted just right before starting this. The worst of them was getting my reading set-up back, by which I mean my tablet functioning again with its Kindle app. In between struggling with that I’ve tested out the formats and such for these types of posts, so now that the tablet is fixed (as of about four hours ago) my wonderfully-intentioned, horribly-overwhelming dive back into Thedas’s questionable geography can begin.
First up: The Stolen Throne. I’ll introduce it properly in my next post, but chronologically, this novel is the first taste of Thedas in general, Ferelden specifically, and the Theirin bloodline very specifically that there is, so that’s where we’re starting: the middle of Ferelden and the middle of a war.