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True Story: Stolen Throne!Loghain is always going to be my favourite. As awesome as the River Dane stuff is, I like him in darker colours and more utilitarian gear. With spring finally here, I had to bust this version out for a mountain shoot over the weekend. 

Have to laugh at the last photo. It’s like his dad is getting after him: “Did you pack a lunch? Don’t forget to take the king with you!”

“I KNOW DAD. Maker pls.”

Thanks to cibokilley for the killer photos. Stoked to do some Night Elf raiding with foxfire-ghost later this summer!

  • Loghain: Tell me, what did the Qunari come to Thedas for?
  • Sten: You know the answer.
  • Loghain: Do I?
  • Sten: Yes. Why did humans come here?
  • Loghain: Humans have always been here.
  • Sten: Have they? The elves tell another story.
  • Loghain: That happened so long ago, it can reasonably be said that humanity has been in Thedas forever.
  • Sten: You have a strangely short view of eternity, then.

“The people I love are all here – Cailan, your mother, Loghain…”


“I had a mabari once. I mentioned she was taken from us, did I not? This was when Orlais still ruled, and it was an Orlesian lordling who took her. I tried to keep her, but there was little I could do. It was six months before we saw her again. The Orlesian returned her—and when I say “returned,” I mean “pushed her out of his wagon.” She was skin and bone, and still carried the scars from where their pronged collars bit into her neck. She never quite recovered. She passed away after a week. It was as though she held on long enough to come home to us. I held her head in my lap, and I believe she died happy.”

Maric, for his part, was proving difficult to hate. He kept pace and had yet to complain, not about being hungry or exhausted or anything else. He also did as he was told and had saved himself more than once from blundering into danger by responding instantly to Loghain’s barked orders. If he had one flaw, it was the talking. The man chattered constantly and amiably about almost anything. If it wasn’t his amazement at the size of the trees, it was his assessment of the size of the Wilds or his recollection of the lore on the Chasind people that were supposed to live in the forest. Loghain listened quietly to the constant prattle, wishing nothing more than for him to shut up. After the second night, Maric became quieter and Loghain was disgusted to discover he actually missed the sound.
—  The Stolen Throne, David Gaider
The Mac Tirs + Ferelden
The name "Mac Tir" means "son of the land."
It was bestowed upon Loghain by King Maric after the Battle
of River Dane.
The Fereldan people considered the name highly appropriate:
to them, Teyrn Loghain was a son of the entire nation,
and he was famously said to have told a crowd
that Ferelden would forever be "part of his blood"

Yesterday I listened to the dialogue for the bugged scenes between Alistair and Morrigan and Loghain and Morrigan for the first time, and I think them being bugged really is a tragedy, because I think some of them, particularly Loghain’s, are some of the most well-written and acted scenes about the first game in Inquisition.

And because I love talking about Loghain and Inquisition in general, I’m going to do an in-depth analysis of what Loghain and Morrigan said, although someone has probably beaten me to it.

Major spoilers for this scene under the cut.

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