GamesRadar writes: "In less than three hours, I'd been appointed commander of a dwarven army, only to be tricked by a member of the royal council into committing fratricide - killing my brother, the true heir to the throne. I have unseated my father's kingship over the dwarven capital of Orzammar. I have disgraced my house. I am an exile from my people. And now my innards are roiled with gut-wrenching emotions - feelings that are perhaps more valuable to my dwarven warrior than any stat bonus or new skill I'd earned."