Axekix wrote...
Skadi_the_Evil_Elf wrote...
You must be joking. Morrigan just SCREAMS inch-deep nail gouges on the back and "love bites" all over the chest and neck.
Gonna have to second this. That girl likes the rough stuff.
P.S. Come on Alistairians! Hook me up with some quotes! What a faily fan-thread.
How about...
I'm not a political man. I like being a Warden. There's real evil out there and it's something we can fight. It's something we can defeat.
Good plan. We could go to Orlais, live in sin and eat cake until the darkspawn finally catch up to us. Cursed darkspawn!
The way they talk about Theirin blood you'd think I should maybe just jar it and stick that on the throne.
I bet there's a whole new wardrobe that comes as part of the deal. Maybe a nice scepter, too. I like that idea. Mind you, then I'd have "crown hair" all the time. Is that a thing? Can you have "crown hair?" I bet you can.
Oh, how hard could it be? He's just a hero. And a teyrn. With a bigger army. Us? We've got spirit!
You know, there's something about being trapped in a fortress full of people who want me dead that makes me think...being a templar might not have been so bad.
I've got this nefarious plan to go around to each of them and secretly tell them all the nasty things you said. that way they'll mutiny and I shall become the group leader!
Little Miss Grumpy Girld rears her head once again, I see. Have it your way, then.
No, no. That would just make it worse. Morrigan told him exactly what she thought of him and he actually drove her off with a string of expletives I didn't even know existed. You should have seen it. She actually blushed. I was impressed. And then he vomited. Not so impressive.
Hey, that's actually a pretty good policy. Where exactly is lunch, anyway?
Watch as I thrash our enemies with the mighty power of floral arrangements! Feel my thorns, darkspawn! I will overpower you will my rosy scent!
Ha! You won't land me that easily, woman! I know I'm quite the prize, after all, no need to start crying on me or anything.
What else can I do? Write a poem? Pull your hair? I just saw the rose and...I suppose I did it on impulse. Was it the wrong one?
Then I'll thank fate for tossing you my way. It's a good thing, that fate.
If I waited for an "appropriate" time, I'd never get to talk to you about anything, would I?
No, it's not a joke. I could think of one if I tried really hard, though.
One of the old sisters at the monestary used to never laugh at my jokes. No matter how hard I tried, she'd just glare at me and then rap me with her cane. I would roll around on the ground, writhing like she'd killed me so all the ohter boys would laugh. And then...she'd drag me out of class by my ear. I'm not sure why I thought it was worth it. I'm a sucker for punishment, I guess.
Well, there's...nothing more to discuss, is there? I'll just wander off and swallow my foot. Maybe both of them. Excuse me.
Maybe. It doesn't hurt to have a pretty girl say that, though. Beats getting run through with a sword any day!
I just love the way you apologize. It's so novel and fresh! Like crisp mountain air!
Yeah, true. Stupid apologies. Always taking so long. Back to the adventure!
Order away. Suddenly you're my commanding officer?
You're cute when you get all irritable, you know that? You get this little knot between your---oh, never mind.
Ah, my secret is out. Now at least I can stop pretending! Pardon the drooling. Don't tell anyone else. They'll just mock me in my sleep, and I'm very sensitive.
Poke, poke, poke. "Tell me everything about your life, Alistair." All right, if you insist. It's not like we have anything better to do, right?
If the king wants to see you and Duncan, you probably shouldn't keep him waiting. He might get mad, start crying, you'll feel bad, and...well, it won't be pretty.
Don't worry; I'll try not to embarrass you.
Is it? I'm trying to find a bright side to all this. I suppose it wasn't very convincing.
And here I thought I'd been yelled at by every mage in camp.
You never know. These mages sneak up on you.
Hardly. I just like to know my chances of being turned into a toad at any given moment.
I was an idiot to let you go. At least this way I can do something right. Don't forget about me.
Ah, cheap trinkets handed to me nonchalantly by a beautiful woman. How my heart soars. Next thing you'll be throwing gift boots at my head, right?
I do love pie. I can't wait.