hespith

Hespith's Poem

“First day, they come and catch everyone.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Third day, the men are all gnawed on again.
Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.
Fifth day, they return and it’s another girl’s turn.
Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams.
Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew.
Eighth day, we hate it as she is violated.
Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin.
Now she does feast, as she’s become the beast.”

CONFESSION: 

Although I always dread playing it, the Deep Roads campaign in DA:O really shows the most compellingly terrifying parts of Blight and what the taint can do. The poem about the broodmother and basically everything about broodmothers is so disturbing but to me, that’s what the Blight and the Deep Roads is all about. Imagine being the Warden, with the Calling going crazy and still trying to move forward. Origins was dark and gritty and showed the true sacrifices of war, and while I love all of the games for their own reasons I really hope that whatever happens in the future, the Wardens don’t get painted in a bad light. The Calling is a huge sacrifice that I think is overlooked somewhat. Being a Warden really would be terrifying.

Hespith - Dragon Age: Origins

Playing DA:O again…I love how delightfully creepy this game can be.

That’s where they come from. That’s why they hate us… that’s why they need us. That’s why they take us…. that’s why they feed us. But the true abomination… is not that it occurred, but that it was allowed.

We tried to escape, but they found us. They took us all, turned us. The men, they kill… they’re merciful. But the women, they want. They want to touch, to mold, to change until you are filled with them. They took Laryn. They made her eat the others, our friends. She tore off her husband’s face and drank his blood. And while she ate, she grew. She swelled and turned gray and she smelled like them. They remade her in their image. Then she made more of them.

 

 

We tried to escape, but they found us. They took us all, turned us…

The men, they kill. They’re merciful. But the women, they want. They want to touch, to mold, to change until you are filled with them. They took Layrn. They made her eat the others, our friends. She tore off her husband’s face and drank his blood.

And while she ate, she grew. She swelled and turned gray and she smelled like them. They remade her in their image. She made more of them…

Broodmother…

First day, they come and catch everyone.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Third day, the men are all gnawed on again.
Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.
Fifth day, they return and it’s another girl’s turn.
Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams.
Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew.
Eighth day, we hate it as she is violated.
Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin.
Now she does feast, as she’s become the beast.
Now you lay and wait, for their screams will haunt you in your dreams.

im like 600% done with this game rn

CONFESSION:

 I always do Orzammar last in Dragon Age: Origins because I find Hespith and the Broodmother to be absolutely terrifying. The fact that the darkspawn use the female dwarves as incubators for more darkspawn just freaks me out to this day. Each and every time I play Origins i do Orzammar last, because I enjoy the other quests so much more and really never want to do the Orzammar quest line.