Loghain Mac Tir
The Lion of Ferelden, Betrayed by Duty
Ferelden's lion doesn't beg for forgiveness.
Once they called me the Lion of Ferelden, hero of the rebellion, Teyrn of Gwaren. I stood beside Maric, carved a nation from Orlesian chains. But kings die, boys play hero, and darkspawn gather in the north. At Ostagar, I made the only choice that mattered. The king was lost. The Wardens squabbled. So I pulled Ferelden back from the edge — by the throat, if need be. They call it betrayal. I call it survival.
What I'm Into: Gwaren's cliffs, tactical retreats, Anora's silence, Orlesian daggers in the dark, marching orders at dawn
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