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This post was edited by Legion at March 20, 2017 5:21 PM EDT
My thoughts? Why, I think you've opened a can of Oblivion Worms, friend. It is never morally justifiable to capture or use a black soul. Moral relativism can suck it. No race and no culture can justify sending a sentient soul to the Soul Cairn, even only temporarily.
Each captain had a singular purpose that drove them, such as trying to impress the Black Captain, or trying to kill another Uruk. Captains could be promoted to slaver. When mind rapiing an Orc in the gameplay trailer, there was four options: Assassinate, Spy, Terrorize, and Sacrifice. Captains that you branded had their own followers that would fight with them, against even warchiefs.
Interesting. Most of this made it into the game but some of it is definitely missing. I'll have to keep an eye on the promises made and their fulfillment then.
Well for what it's worth, I am enjoying the lore in SoM. That poem about the rings, the elf-god guy who forged them, the evil fella who tricked him into doing it, and Gollum, who apparently didn't always look like...that. It's not the most tradtional entry into the series but I was never one for tradition.
Gollum said: I'm definitely want to get Shadow of War. I liked the first game, and the new one seems to build on the best part of the game: the nemesis system. I'm not buying it full price, if I get it at all. The gameplay trailer they released looked pretty cool, but let's not forget about the Shadow of Mordor trailer showed mechanics that weren't present at any point in the game.
What mechanics did it show that weren't in the game? I can't recall seeing any trailers for it when it did drop as I ignored at the time as another movie-to-game atrocity. But that would be good to know going into SoW.
Witness.Frosted crystal,cotton falling from the stars;sky of my eyes -The All-Maker is me.
Listen.Vigilant.Only the wind speaks;over the muting snow,I hear our visitor,whispering -The All-Maker is me.
Inhale.Sentinels rootedin soil, I stand alongside.Nostrils warm in delightTo honey, cedar, and pi...
October 23, 2230, seventeen months after the Broken Mask Incident - a small settlement in the Northern Commonwealth
During another lonely night, Marlene waited up for her husband to return home, staring up at the softly moonlit ceiling, watching the blades of the fan take wobbling turns from the wa...
I almost shot myself today. There I was, pleading in the dirt for the stolen life I had every right to take, but I couldn't do it. My own words, my own voice, my own silly preoccupation with breathing - I couldn't kill myself, even if it meant I wouldn't truly die. I wrenched myself up from my knees...
Mortal made mannerisms,
Man and Mer pick their parts to play under Magnus' magnificent rays
Poring over piles of pedantic perforations punched into the particulars of maker and purpose,
placing oneself in the mental maze of higher order
Providing meaning for the moribund to meander on
The tear that's welling in my eyeIt falls with raindrops from the sky A cloudburst of man, of gods, of earth It nurtures new life, from wear turned worseI look to the sky and I see youMy beacon, my hope, my breath anewIn the forests of Falkreath, grass and dewI find my peace when gods cry too